Valentine was afraid to look down and see what he was seeing but she knew that her pussy was throbbing with need. She felt swollen and hot both from the spanking and from being on display for him. God, it was so embarrassing and so erotic at the same time to sit helplessly on his lap and let him examine her so intimately. She wanted it to be over and to never end at the same time.
Shane made her sit back a little so he could get a better view. “Look at this,” he said, directing her eyes down to the area between her legs. “Look how wet you are, Valentine.” The blunt pads of his fingertips slipped over her inner thighs first and then slid higher, to trace her outer pussy lips. “Cunt honey everywhere,” he murmured. Then he looked up at her briefly. “Spread your pussy lips for me, sweetheart. Let me see inside.”
“I…” Valentine shook her head mutely.
“Do it.” Shane gave her a hard look. “Do it or say your safe word.”
She didn’t hesitate any further. Keeping her skirt raised with one hand, she slid the other down her abdomen and used her first two fingers to spread her pussy lips apart for him.
“Good girl.” He nodded approvingly. “Now look how slippery your little clit is.” He traced it as he spoke, touching so lightly and teasingly that Valentine wanted to scream. Shane looked up at her. “If I put my fingers inside you would I find more of the same? Are you as hot and wet inside as you are here?” he demanded.
“I guess so.” She bit her lip, ashamed to admit it.
“You guess so? You’re not sure?” Shane gave her a stern look. “Do I have to finger-fuck your pussy and see for myself?”
“I…don’t know.” Valentine could feel the breath catch in her throat. God, she couldn’t believe he was touching her this way! It felt good and hot and scary all at the same time.
“All right then, if you can’t give me a better answer than that…” Slowly, two thick fingers slid down to find her entrance. She moaned as he breached her pussy, entering her slowly as he looked into her eyes. “Watch me, Valentine,” he growled softly. “Watch me finger your soft little pussy. This is your punishment for not telling me the truth.”
“Yes, Master.” The words came out in a breathy moan as he reached the end of her channel and pressed. God, he hadn’t been exaggerating—he really was fucking her with his fingers, pulling out and thrusting in deep and hard exactly as if they were his cock.
Just the thought of that, the thought of his thick cock filling her, fucking her, was almost too much. Valentine had been on the brink for what felt like hours and now she could feel herself tilting slowly but surely over the edge. Part of it was the intense pleasure he was giving her—in addition to the slow and deliberate finger fuck he was also rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb and shooting sparks of ecstasy through her entire body. But part of it was that it was Shane who was touching her, Shane who was watching her so intently while he stroked into her open pussy. God, how long had she fantasized about something like this? And now it was finally, finally happening and she never wanted it to end.
“Do you feel like you need to come?” His deep voice was rough with suppressed emotion.
“Yes…yes, please,” Valentine gasped, squeezing her eyes closed. “Please, Master. I need to come so badly.”
“I’m going to let you come for me,” Shane told her, still thrusting deep into her pussy. “But I want you to open your eyes and look at me when you do. I want to watch you when you lose control.”
Valentine forced herself to do as he said though it was hard to have eye contact with him while he was touching her in such an intimate way. She was pressing down to meet his fingers now—fucking herself on them as he thrust up inside her. She couldn’t help herself, couldn’t seem to stop. The orgasm was so close, hovering just over her head like a wave about to break and all she could think of was that she wanted his mouth on hers when it happened.
“Kiss me,” she gasped as they worked together toward her peak. “Please, Shane. For real this time.”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. He pulled her forward with the hand that wasn’t touching her and twined his fingers in her hair. Then he took her mouth in a kiss so savage it pushed her right over the edge completely.
Valentine gasped into his mouth, crying out as she felt the pleasure crash over her. She could feel herself spasming around his fingers as he pumped into her, could taste his tongue in her mouth as he kissed her while he took her. Forgetting she was supposed to be holding her skirt up, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders and worked herself against him shamelessly, loving the feel of him making her come but wishing at the same time that it was his cock and not his fingers she could feel buried in her cunt.
Shane rode out her orgasm, so lost in her pleasure he barely knew what he was doing until she pulled away, gasping. Then and only then did he realize what he’d done. He’d only meant to add a little sex to the mix to scare Valentine away but somehow the scenario had gotten away from him. Instead of just kissing her or teasing her a little, he had her spread out on his lap and he’d just fingered her to orgasm. God, what was wrong with him? This wasn’t some girl he’d picked up in a bar for a night of fun—this was Valentine, his best friend’s little sister and he’d sworn to protect her—not molest her.
His thoughts must have shown on his face because Valentine was looking at him with concern in her green eyes. “Shane?” she asked hesitantly. “Are…are you okay?”
“Fine.” He withdrew his fingers even though he didn’t want to stop touching her. God, she was sexy with her full breasts exposed, her nipples hard and pink from the orgasm he’d just given her. Shane wanted nothing more than to carry her into his bedroom and finish what he’d started. But there was no way he was going there—not with Valentine. Not ever.
“Are you mad at me?” She was still looking at him with that uncertain, vulnerable expression on her face. Shane had seen that look before when he comforted her after the death of her parents. Just the thought that he had put that look there this time was enough to snap him back to the here and now.
“Not mad at you, sweetheart,” he told her, stroking her cheek. “Mad at myself is more like it.”
“Why?” She leaned forward, her bare breasts brushing his chest and he felt his cock surge again.
Have to get her off me before I lose control and do something else I shouldn’t.
Shane gripped her arms above the elbows and pushed her back gently. “You need to get dressed, Valentine.”
“Oh.” She looked down at herself. “I thought you liked me like this.”
“I do. More than I should.” Then he cursed himself for letting her know. “The lesson is over,” he said, trying to make his tone formal. “You need to go home.”
“But…but you still haven’t taught me about submission. And you made me come but you’re still in a bad way yourself.” She slid off his lap and dropped suddenly to her knees. Positioning herself between his thighs she rubbed her cheek against his cock encased in the tight leather pants. “I thought maybe I could submit to you in a way that would help. You could order me to suck you.” She looked at him hopefully. “Please, Shane, let me touch you the way you touched me.”
