He nodded. “A good choice. If you say your brother’s name we’ll stop, no matter what.”
“O-okay,” she stuttered. He was tracing the slit of her pussy, his blunt fingertip sliding up and down, spreading her just a little wider with each trip as he pressed the thin fabric of her panties into her slippery folds. She could feel him brushing against her clit now, massaging the sensitive little button through the white lace. And still he wasn’t touching her bare skin.
“Tell me, Valentine, how does it make you feel for me to touch you like this?” His voice was low, almost hypnotic as he continued to stroke over her panties, teasing her throbbing clit through the thin material.
“Good,” she admitted breathlessly. “Really good.”
“Does it make you wet? Does it make your pussy slippery and hot?”
She bit her bottom lip, suddenly embarrassed at his blunt question. Shane had never talked to her like this—he’d always acted more like a big brother. Why the sudden change?
“I asked you a question.” There was an edge in his deep voice that made her jump.
“I-I don’t know,” she whispered.
“Yes you do. If I looked at your pussy right now, would you be wet?”
She was ashamed to admit the truth. Ashamed to admit how quickly and completely her body responded to him. “No,” she whispered, knowing it was a lie.
Shane frowned and sat back, withdrawing his hand abruptly. “Take them off.”
“I-I don’t?—”
“Take them off or say your safe word. Now.” His deep voice brooked no refusals. Either she did as he said or everything ended right here and now. Valentine didn’t want it to end.
“Yes, Master.” Feeling clumsy, she fumbled with the elastic strings that made up the sides of her panties and pushed them down to her ankles before stepping out of them entirely.
He sat forward again. “Now spread your legs wider.”
Valentine did as she was told, conscious of the intense scrutiny she was under. Her knees were trembling and she just hoped they would hold her up until he was done doing whatever it was he planned to do.
Shane looked up at her. “I’m going to touch you now. Not in a sexual way, just to spread you open and see if you’re telling the truth.”
Valentine’s heart was beating in her throat, making it hard to swallow. She bit back a moan as his big, warm hands connected with her inner thighs and his thumbs rested on her naked pussy lips. Then, slowly and carefully, Shane spread her open, revealing the glossy pink interior of her cunt.
He leaned even closer, his black eyes sweeping over her inner folds and the throbbing bud of her clit. She could feel his hot breath against her thighs and the inside of her pussy and it made her almost faint with need. God, if only he would touch her inside, would taste her…
Shane looked up at her. “You lied to me, Valentine. You are wet.”
“Yes,” she admitted, biting her lower lip. “I’m sorry, Master. I-I was embarrassed.”
“There’s no need for embarrassment. From now on your body belongs to me, to do with as I see fit. You should have no more shame about having my hands and eyes on you than you would have about touching or looking at yourself. Do you understand?”
“I…yes. Yes, Sir.”
“Very good.” He sat back, dropping his hands to her intense disappointment. “Two lies, Valentine—that isn’t a very good start. First you tell me you’re dressed for a punishment instead of a seduction and then you tell me you aren’t wet when you are.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, feeling genuinely contrite for trying to deceive him.
“Sorry isn’t good enough. In this house, punishment pays for your sins, not apologies.” He stood abruptly, looming over her. Valentine took a staggering step backward and would have fallen if he hadn’t caught her arms and pulled her close. “Two spankings, Valentine. One for each lie. Sound fair?”
“Yes.” She nodded contritely, prepared to take her punishment. Shane was right— this was about more than role-play. In the past when she’d asked Gavin to spank her it hadn’t really meant anything. Now, however, she knew she genuinely deserved the whipping that was coming her way and she welcomed the chance to redeem herself through pain.
“Bend over the arm of the couch and raise your skirt,” Shane commanded.
Valentine did as he said without a word of protest. She shivered as the cool air in the room hit her naked backside but she held still and steady, waiting for the first blow to fall. Soon enough, it did.
“Ouch!” she gasped as the riding crop fell once more against her unprotected bottom. This blow made the one Shane had given her earlier feel like a love tap. Apparently this whipping was for real.
