“No, but I… Are you going to use the riding crop again?” Valentine couldn’t keep the fear out of her voice.
“No, the second lie you told wasn’t as bad. So I’m going to use my hand. Now hold still and take your spanking.”
God, she has a luscious, spankable ass, Shane couldn’t help thinking as Valentine writhed in his lap. He loved a woman with a heart-shaped ass and he fully intended to make hers as red as a sunset before he was done.
He brought his palm down hard on her vulnerable cheeks and was rewarded with a little gasp and a jump from Valentine. Shane felt his cock surge as her soft curves brushed against his hardness. He really needed to keep control of himself here but who could have predicted she would be so damn responsive to his touch? Earlier when he’d been examining her pussy she’d been so turned-on she was hardly able to stand and her reaction to his riding crop across her ass had been more than satisfactory too.
There was no doubt about it—Valentine was something special. Shane hated to admit it since he was trying to steer her away from a D/s lifestyle but to be honest, he’d never seen anyone better suited to be a sub. Not because she had extremely submissive tendencies—she didn’t. But she was eager to learn and easy to train and there was something else about her—a streak of stubbornness that made her what was sometimes called a “brat”. She was someone who would have to be punished often and well and he would have to keep on top of her constantly to keep her in line. Which could be extremely pleasurable for both parties.
Not that he would ever take her as a permanent sub, Shane reminded himself as his hard hand connected with her soft ass again. He was only giving her these lessons to scare her off and convince her that the D/s life wasn’t for her. The only problem was, so far he didn’t seem to be having much success with that.
He’d tried being stern with her but that hadn’t put her off so he’d decided to try pain. The first whipping he’d given her had been seriously painful though not at all dangerous. He’d chosen the riding crop for its effectiveness at dealing out stinging blows without leaving bruises or breaking the skin. But Valentine had stood up to that too without showing signs of running for the door. In fact, the only time Shane had seen her hesitate or look uncomfortable at all was when he’d asked her if her pussy was wet and told her to take off her panties.
Well, maybe that was it—maybe he needed to let things get a little bit sexual to scare her away, Shane decided, spanking her again. She was yelping frequently now and her ass was turning a very satisfying shade of red. He could tell already that she wouldn’t be sitting down without discomfort for some time.
Should I really do that? Touch her to try to scare her? For a moment he thought uneasily of Peter—currently stationed overseas and trusting Shane to keep his little sister safe. But that was the thing, Valentine could get into all kinds of trouble if she went wandering around the Black and Blue by herself, not to mention some of the other, rougher clubs in the Tampa Bay area. By that token, he was justified in doing almost anything he had to in order to make her lose interest in the lifestyle.
But there has to be a line, Shane told himself sternly. A line I won’t cross. I’ll touch her but that’s all. No tasting and sure as hell no fucking.
He finished the spanking, feeling better about the entire situation. Once he escalated the sexual tone of their time together, even just a little, he was sure Valentine would bow out of their lessons voluntarily. Shane had always treated her like a little sister—if he started treating her like a sex slave instead she was bound to get freaked out and run the other direction. Which was exactly what he wanted—wasn’t it?
CHAPTER 3
Valentine moaned and writhed in his lap as Shane’s hard hand connected with her soft ass over and over again. The pain wasn’t as sharp as it had been when he was using the riding crop on her but it was still enough to make her gasp and bring tears to her eyes.
She thought of the halfhearted spankings Gavin had given her and would have laughed if another stinging slap hadn’t landed on her ass just then. There was really no comparison. Shane knew exactly what he was doing and wasn’t going easy on her at all. Even though it hurt and her backside felt like it was on fire, Valentine knew she would cherish this memory later. Because even though the spanking hurt, it felt good at the same time.
Part of it was the fact that she was in such a vulnerable position with her skirt pulled up and her ass completely bare in the lap of the man she loved. And part of it was the fact that even though he’d told her there would be no sex, she loved the blatantly sexual element of what they were doing. Her blouse had popped open, releasing her full breasts to hang down as she writhed against him. With each blow of his hand Valentine could feel her bare nipples getting harder and her pussy getting wetter. And she knew Shane was feeling it too—his cock was like a bar of hot lead under the tight black leather pants he wore. Surely he wanted her as much as she wanted him—didn’t he?
She got her answer when the spanking finally stopped. Thinking it was over, she tried to get up, only to have Shane hold her firmly in place.
“Not done yet, sweetheart,” he murmured, stroking her burning ass cheeks gently.
Valentine whimpered softly at his soothing touch. As turned-on as she’d been getting, the last part of the spanking had been really quite painful and she was glad it was over. Or she hoped it was, anyway.
“Are…are you going to spank me some more?” she asked hesitantly, hoping and praying the answer was no.
“Not right now. And not any more tonight if you’re good and do as I say.” Shane stroked her back under her shirt and then his hand moved down again to cup her stinging buttocks.
“I’ll be good,” Valentine promised brokenly. “So good. Just tell me what you want me to do, Shane…Master, I mean. And I’ll do it.”
“I just want you to hold still for right now. And answer a question.”
“All right.” Valentine nibbled her bottom lip nervously. Was he going to ask her again what she’d almost said after she kissed him? She really hoped he wasn’t—she didn’t want him to know how much she wanted him when he obviously didn’t feel that way about her and never would.
“The spanking I just gave you.” Shane’s voice was soft but intense. “Did it turn you on? Did being punished give you pleasure or did you just want it to be over with?”
“I-I don’t…” She didn’t know how to answer him. What did he want to hear? Would he think she was sick if she told him the truth, that the pain he’d inflicted on her had turned her on?
“Valentine, look at me.” Shane pulled her up and suddenly she was sitting on his lap again. Only this time she was straddling his lean hips, facing him. Her breasts were still out and on display and the new position made her feel incredibly vulnerable and open. But it was her face he was looking at. “Answer me,” he said, staring at her intently.
“I…” She swallowed hard. “I don’t know what you want to hear.”
“I want to hear the truth. Only and always the truth from you.” His deep voice was stern. “Earlier when I looked at you, your pussy was wet and hot. Are you wetter now than when I started spanking you?”
“I guess I…I’m not sure.” She looked down at her hands.
“Lift your skirt again.” It wasn’t a request and she didn’t take it as one. Reaching down, she lifted the short plaid skirt, baring her pussy to him for the second time that night. Only this time, her thighs were spread wide to straddle him which gave him a much better view.
