by Grant, Livia
He’d learned early he didn’t have nearly as much fun punishing a masochist who craved the pain. No, he was an asshole. He wanted… no needed… real tears. Pushing his sub to a place of tangible fear, shy embarrassment, and reluctance—where despite all the naughty submissive’s verbal denials, he knew she craved the debauched, erotic humiliation as much as he did.
He made fast work of divesting Nalani of her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Shane pinched her pert nipples, loving the way they grew long and hard. He let his gaze return to her face as he tested her further.
“Such amazing tits. I bet you love showing them off through thin tops when you go to the grocery store or out to wash your car like a tease. I’m sure you love touching yourself in the dark of the night, thinking about how you wished one of those men you’d been teasing would have shown you what a naughty girl you were.”
Her breath caught as her eyes went wide—busted.
“I never…” As expected, she protested with words, but her golden-brown eyes had glazed over with the kind of yearning he knew she’d deny with her dying breath.
Exquisitely reluctant. Perfectly pliable.
“Are you telling me you’ve never used those probing fingers of yours to touch your cunt until you were gushing slick pussy juice all over your panties?”
She didn’t have a chance. He was the champion of dirty talk. He’d barely started, purposefully going slow, so he didn’t scare away the rare gem he’d found before he’d had his fill.
Still, he needed to be careful. He was a public figure, a rich one at that. He’d had several disastrous misunderstandings with strong-willed women who’d turned in award-winning performances right up until he’d push them out of their comfort zone.
One particular B-actress had been more than happy to get her fifteen minutes of fame by selling her salacious story of how the one and only Shane Covington had a thing for pet play, forced public diaper usage, and bouts of long-term orgasm denial, courtesy of his impressive collection of expensive chastity belts.
Finding the elusive combination of strength and submission was hard for most dominants, but for the rich and famous with dubious kinks, well, it was near impossible. His wildest sexual fantasies—and he had plenty—required an almost ridiculous level of trust between partners. The raunchier and more dubious the sex act, the higher the intimacy intensified.
That intimacy was his drug of choice and much harder to find in Hollywood than the purest of illegal pharmaceuticals.
He barely knew the young woman blushing beautifully in front of him, but he somehow recognized she was the closest he’d met to a humiliation sub in a long time. He was going to have so much fun testing his theory. His cock was rock hard, anxious to come out and play.
Down boy. We have a long way to go with this one, but I have a feeling she’s gonna be worth the wait.
“Now, I’m guessing you’ve never been disciplined or punished before. Am I right?”
It was a rhetorical question. Her gasping for sips of air as she internalized his words was all the confirmation he needed. Still, he waited since hearing her admit it was half the fun.
“No.”
“I’m not right? Or you haven’t been punished? Which is it?” he pressed. She was becoming more flustered by the moment.
“I… haven’t been punished.”
“Not even as a kid, non-sexually?”
“No.”
“No, what?” he prodded more sternly, hoping to push her deeper into her submission.
Her eyes darted away, unable to hold his intense gaze as she answered quietly.
“No, sir.”
“But you’ve dreamed about it. Don’t deny it. You’ve closed your eyes and pictured yourself bent over one of the spanking benches you have to clean down at Black Light, haven’t you?”
Their eyes met again, but in her panic, she couldn’t hold his stern gaze. Shane crossed his arms, taking a domineering stance. When she remained silent, he pressed her harder.
“I’m waiting for your answer, naughty girl. You’ve dreamed of being splayed out… naked and on display for everyone to see… while someone spanked your bottom until it was nice and red, haven’t you?”
He waited several long seconds, enjoying her tongue darting out to lick her lips while nervously looking at everything around the room except him.
“Eyes when I’m talking to you.”
Ah, perfection. His inner asshole cheered at the tears already pooling in her expressive eyes. He had barely touched her, yet her responses had his tool straining for release. Aware she was like the rare, wild animal—afraid to be trapped—Shane forced himself to slow down, afraid he’d spook her away.
“It’s okay to admit it. I already know it’s true. You’ve been waiting for someone to dominate you, haven’t you, Nalani?”
She hesitated, finally answering, “Not exactly.”
He’d bite. “So, tell me. How exactly did you picture it last night when you were masturbating and chasing your orgasm?”
Nalani opened and closed her mouth a few times before finally getting the courage to answer. “I’ve only pictured you spanking me, not just someone.”
Holy shit. Who the hell was this chick?
He fought to control his reaction, refusing to let her see she was having the same effect on him, he was on her.
“I wouldn’t want to disappoint you, then, would I?”
“I don’t know. I’m fine, just thinking about it.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to cheat you out of experiencing your first punishment, now would I? What kind of a Dom would that make me?”
“A nice one?” she offered hopefully.
He couldn’t resist pulling her into his arms, holding her naked body flush against him. He felt her trembling as he corrected her.
“Sorry, but no one has ever called me nice in the bedroom.”
“What do they call you?”
“Sir. Master. Sometimes, Daddy.” He chuckled before adding, “And there’s been one or two who preferred to call me asshole.”
Despite his joke, a strange look of longing passed through her gaze.
“Never just Shane?”
Her question caught him off-guard. He was so in a D/s mindset, the innocence of her inquiry took him out of the scene. It was his turn to stumble through his answer.
“Not in a long time,” he answered truthfully, feeling unusually vulnerable.
“Why’s that?” She wasn’t letting it drop.
A part of him wanted to recapture the control of their exchange but not before giving her the only true answer.
“I don’t know. Maybe because that would just feel too…” He stalled, unsure if he wanted to finish the sentence. She wiggled in his arms, working to be able to look up into his eyes. He waited until they were visually connected to add, “Personal.”
“But it’s your name.”
She was so damn naive, yet her innocent question struck a chord with him.
“It’s hard to explain,” he defended.
“If you say so.” Her sudden confidence not only surprised him but acted like cold water on their scene.
He needed to regain control.
“I think we’ve talked long enough. I’m more a man of action,” he promised, reaching down to palm her flawlessly round ass cheeks in his hands, massaging and squeezing as he ground his hard erection into her.
Nalani’s eyes shuttered closed as he lifted her naked body and walked them the few feet back to the king-sized bed, dropping her with a bounce onto the pile of bedding. Her playful giggle reminded him he’d lost the edge of the scene, yet when she grinned up at him, a look of sheer adoration on her face, he couldn’t find the willpower to be upset.
“You have dimples when you smile like that.”
She groaned, throwing her hands up to her blushing cheeks in an attempt to hide her dimples.
Ah, there was his shy girl. Time to push her a bit more to see if he could figure out where her comfort line
was. He looked forward to pushing her up to that line but not an inch farther.
Shane reached down, quickly grabbing her ankles, yanking her body back toward him at the edge of the bed while simultaneously spreading his arms and her legs wide open. The pink on her cheeks quickly flushed to bright red as she realized he was raking his gaze up and down her naked body, inspecting her while towering over her, fully clothed.
Her hands flew up, reflexively trying to cover her nakedness out of embarrassment, but he was ready for her.
“Oh no, no hiding from me. It’s important every part of your body will be available to me at all times.” He left off exactly how true that foreshadowing promise was, although a little voice in the back of his mind reminded him they were a long way away from him being able to demand that kind of obedience from Nalani.
“Put your hands above your head.” When she hesitated, he added, “I can get some rope out of my bag to tie your hands there if it would help.”
A cocktail of shock, fear, and longing registered on her face before she reluctantly pulled her hands away from her breasts and pussy, raising them slowly until she was stretched out beneath him like a smorgasbord for the taking.
Time to sample the goods.
She remained pliable as Shane pulled her legs as wide as they would go before moving her knees to bend, bringing her feet together at the edge of the bed. It had the desired effect of opening her cunt like butterfly wings. She was almost completely bare, only a neatly trimmed landing strip pointing to her glistening folds.
He let his thumb graze across her clit just long enough to draw a groan of desire from her. He waited until she was watching before lifting his thumb to his mouth, seductively licking off her wetness.
“Tasty.” He paused, enjoying her reaction before tugging lightly on the string of the tampon she was wearing. “I wonder how big of a mess we could make if I pull this out.”
Jackpot. While he had no intention of pulling her tampon out, she didn’t know that. She broke pose, propping up on an elbow as she reached with her right hand to swat him away.
He caught her hand, “Oh, you moved so quickly. That’s very naughty of you. Looks like I need to get the rope after all.”
“No! Please!” She begged beautifully, her eyes teary.
“Then you know what to do. Where do your hands belong?”
“But… you aren’t going to take it out… right?”
She was at the edge of her line already. With effort, he backed down, unwilling to scare her away. She was a newbie. She needed training.
“Time to remind you of something very important. Are you listening?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t forget you have a secret weapon and have the power to use it absolutely any time you need to. In fact, I’m counting on you using it.”
Her confusion made him glad he’d stopped to remind her.
“What color are you, Nalani?”
Her eyes widened as she remembered the most basic rules of their complicated game. He could see her thinking through her answer.
“I guess yellow.”
“Good girl. That’s all you’d need to say to me to let me know I’m pushing you to do something you aren’t sure about. It will make me proceed with more caution. What will you say to make me stop a scene completely?”
“Red.” She hesitated, before adding, “But… I guess I thought that was just a Black Light thing.”
“Not at all.” He paused, trying to decide how to best answer. She was a newbie—start at the beginning. “Many people only scene at a club, like Black Light. Others who love the BDSM lifestyle never go to a club at all, preferring to play in the privacy of their own bedroom.”
He paused, hoping she’d ask the question she did.
“And which one are you?”
“I guess I’m neither because the location isn’t what does it for me. I enjoy the privacy Black Light gives me as a celebrity, but my kinks are way more complicated.”
Her dimples were back, and it surprised him to realize how happy he was to see them.
“Complicated, eh? That seems like a slight understatement.”
She was teasing him—brave girl.
Still, he used their intermission to add, “Maybe it is, but that’s why it’s more important than ever you remember to communicate. It’s the nature of my kinks. I get off on pushing you out of your comfort zone. Watching you blushing and struggling to obey. I think I’m really good at recognizing when I’m pushing too hard, and I’ll back off, but we don’t know each other, and you’re new to this, so I might get it wrong. When I do, I’m counting on you holding the line.”
She hesitated before asserting, “Don’t take my tampon out.”
“Got it. Tampon is a line,” he assured, oddly pleased with the way the conversation was going. Little did she know, he had a hundred other down and dirty deeds his fucked-up brain could come up with that were way worse.
“Now, enough talk. It’s time for action. Hands back above your head, naughty girl.”
The smirk on her lips as she answered with a simple “Yes, sir” went straight to his cock. Damn, it was gonna be fun playing with this one.
Before Shane could dive in to explore her body again, the ding of a text message coming in sounded. There was literally no one on the planet he wanted to communicate with more than he wanted to play with the toy in his bed. But the surprised panic on Nalani’s face threw a damper on their scene.
“That’s my phone. Oh God, I’m technically supposed to still be working. What if Madison is looking for me?”
Tangible fear emanated from her, and since he hadn’t been the one to cause it, he didn’t like it.
“I’m sure everything is fine. I know Davidson doesn’t mind employees consorting with the guests.”
“Still, I need to get back to work.” She attempted to sit up. He was damned if he was going to let her escape so fast.
“Call in and tell them you need to take off early.”
“No. I need this job way too much to lie.”
He was in no position to force her to do anything, much less risk her employment. Still, he couldn’t let her slip away—not yet.
“Fine, we’ll go back to our original plan. Meet me downstairs tonight. Eight o’clock.”
“Like a date?” she asked innocently.
“Well, if you consider me tying you down on display for all to see, spanking your ass until it’s beet red, then fucking you so hard, you’re crying and screaming… then yeah… like a date.”
He loved her expressive eyes, recognizing he could get lost in them… if he let himself. She’d loved every word of his nasty promise.
Christ, how was he going to last until that night? He was going to have to stroke one off before then. That’s when the best idea came to him.
“Hands up above your head again. I need five minutes, then you can get back to work… with a little bonus.”
“But…”
“Hands. Above your head. Now.”
She snapped to attention, following directions. He leaned down to arrange her nakedness the way he wanted. Thank God, she was flexible. Legs wide, knees flat on the bed, feet together at the edge—she was laid out exquisitely.
She didn’t take her eyes off his as he reached for his own belt buckle, the jingling noises as he unbuckled it, telling her what he was doing. Next, he lowered his zipper, unbuttoning the top button and lowering his jeans until he could cup his hand down into his briefs and come out with his hard erection.
Nalani couldn’t resist. She broke their visual connection to look down at his package. She liked what she saw and not for the first time, he was happy he wasn’t just a pretty face. He had a dick most men envied and he using it to his advantage.
Without a word, Shane grasped his cock at the base and started stroking himself while enjoying the show of her emotions playing on her flushed face. She liked what she was watching. He could see the slight lift of her hips from the bed as she subconsciou
sly rocked, her unsuccessful attempt at getting him to put that cock inside her instead of his hand.
He wasn’t going to last long. They maintained their X-rated connection as the slapping sounds of his jacking off edged them both. He glanced at his tool, knowing he was close as the glob of pre-cum that had formed fell to the carpet below.
Shane grunted when the first squirt of jizz finally made its appearance. He stepped closer to the bed, just in time to shoot the sticky fluid onto Nalani’s tummy, stray drops making it as far as her left tit. Two more ropes covered her, the last landing directly on that trimmed bush.
It was rather cave-manish, but he fucking loved seeing her marked with his seed. There was only one thing that could make it better.
Still trying to catch his breath, he reached out with his right index finger, manipulating the wet globs on her body until he’d formed S-H-A-N-E in block letters across her tummy.
“There. Let’s let that dry a bit. You’ll wear it for the rest of your shift to remind you, today, you’re mine. You’re not to touch yourself while we’re apart. No playing with yourself in the shower. No getting out your vibrator to try to scratch that itch I know I’m leaving you with. Got it?”
Her disappointment was tangible. She wanted to come. Little did she know, if she stuck around for any length of time at all, she’d be spending a great deal of time sexually frustrated.
He couldn’t wait.
Chapter 5
She felt better the second the lock turned on the bathroom door, ensuring she would have at least a moment of privacy. Heaven knows, she needed it after the last hour spent in Shane Covington’s room.
Nalani walked to the sink, turning on the cold faucet, hoping a splash of water would wake her up from the dream she had to be in. Only in dreams did men like Shane Covington even notice women like her, let alone show sexual interest in them. He could have any woman he wanted. It had to be a dream. That would also explain the kinky things he’d said and done. Such things weren’t real. It was just her subconscious coming up with absurd ideas.
The water flowed down the drain, but she didn’t touch it, instead reaching for the zipper to her uniform, pulling it lower to expose her torso, sure it would be clean.
