by Grant, Livia
She knew with each passing hour they spent together—each night she spent in his bed doing all kinds of intimate debauchery—she was losing herself to him, not the larger-than-life celebrity. Truthfully, they never went anywhere where people treated him like a famous person. She treasured he’d made it so easy to forget he was anyone other than just Shane.
Her Shane.
As much as she loved the sex—and she loved the sex—it was the intimacy they shared she knew she’d miss the most. For the first time maybe ever, she no longer felt like a me, instead loved being part of an us—for however long it lasted.
Strong arms wrapping around her waist from behind startled her. She’d been lost in thought.
“There’s my kitten. I’ve been looking for you. I’m home early.”
“Speak of the devil. We were just talking about how insane Nalani is for not going with you tomorrow,” Madison interjected, shoving a bowl of the trail mix Shane loved closer to him.
Nalani’s brain was still caught up on his statement.
I’m home early.
But the mansion wasn’t his home, just where he liked to play house with her until whatever this was between them had run its course. A deep longing took fire in the pit of her stomach as she said a silent prayer she’d be around long enough to at least get to see his real house after the renovation.
Nalani forced herself to snap out of her pensive mood.
“I didn’t expect you this early. I should have gone up for a nice soak.”
She left off the part that she had started taking long baths in the suite’s whirlpool tub to help loosen the sore muscles she had from the exercise her body was getting at the hands of the sex god named Shane Covington. Who needed a membership to a gym when she had Shane to give her the best workout ever?
“I have a better idea,” he said, leaning close and hugging her back against him. “Let’s head downstairs. We can start out in the sauna, then take a dip in the hot tub before we move on to my favorite kind of watersports.”
Nalani couldn’t see his face over her shoulder but knew from the scandalized surprise on both Madison and Avery’s faces, he was sporting his most dazzling grin, the one he saved for when he said something especially dirty.
“Behave.” She threw her elbow back to jab him. “We’re at Runway, not…” Her voice trailed off just before she said the two words she should never say while sitting on a bar stool in the mansion’s opulent kitchen. There were at least a dozen other people mingling nearby, eager to pick up any celebrity gossip, the favorite pastime of Runway guests.
“I thought you knew by now. I don’t know how to behave,” he teased, reaching out to snag a handful of the trail mix.
“I’m gonna take my girl here downstairs for a bit. Any chance I can con you into making us a late dinner for when we get back upstairs? I’m planning on us working up a nice appetite.”
“Sure thing,” Avery answered, smiling mischievously. “Any special requests?”
Shane scooped Nalani off the bar stool, throwing her over his shoulder like a caveman. She almost missed his reply over her involuntary squeal.
“Surprise us with the dinner. Did you get a chance to buy that special something I asked you to pick up?”
It wasn’t like Avery not to answer, and her friend’s silence made Nalani uneasy about exactly what special something Shane’s dirty mind had cooked up. Nalani lifted her head uncomfortably to get a glimpse of her friend, who was looking extremely guilty.
Not a good sign.
“Well?” Shane pressed.
Avery’s gaze met Nalani’s as she answered, “Umm… yes… I was able to get several of the items you requested.”
Shane’s voice had an almost gleeful tone as he started walking toward the elevator that would take them down to Black Light. He had to almost shout his confusing instructions back to Avery in the kitchen.
“Be sure to send up the biggest one! Nothing but the best for my kitten.”
“Shane! Put me down! I can walk!”
“Maybe you can right now, but if I do my job right, you won’t be walking straight in about an hour.”
* * *
Two hours later, Nalani was more than happy to lean on Shane as they made their way up the back stairs of the club toward their suite. True to his promise, Nalani was not only walking funny, but anyone looking close enough would see her ruined makeup and the lines of drying semen dripping down her thighs. Despite taking a sauna and soaking in the hot tub, she was in desperate need of a shower. She was relieved when they were behind closed doors, a heavenly aroma greeting them.
“It smells awesome in here.”
“Yeah, I asked one of the DM’s to give Avery a call thirty minutes ago and tell her to send up dinner,” Shane answered as he crossed to the desk to drop off his toy bag. “I heard your tummy growling when we were in the sauna, so I know you’re hungry.”
Nalani walked over to the tray on the table near the fireplace. “I can’t wait to see what she….” Her voice trailed off as she lifted the silver cover over the top plate in the stack to display an oddly shaped vegetable of some sort. “What the hell is this? I thought I smelled steak.”
Shane caught up to her, and when he didn’t answer, she glanced up to see him grinning ear to ear.
“She outdid herself. That’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen.”
“Biggest one, what?”
“Let’s eat first, then I’ll explain.”
“No. Explain first, then we’ll eat.”
Shane frowned in what she now recognized was his playful I’m in charge here glare.
“Don’t be a naughty kitten, or I’ll just have to show you before dinner after all. Trust me… you’ll enjoy your steak much more if you wait for answers.”
Her heart rate started to climb, recognizing the clues the king of kink had something dark and twisted brewing in his gorgeous head. In the last week, she’d learned that usually meant something new and scary was about to rock her world.
The temptation to find out what he’d planned beat out her hunger.
“Shane… tell me… what the hell do you have up your sleeve this time?”
He held up his arm, playfully. “I’m not wearing a shirt, so absolutely nothing.”
“Shane! I’m not gonna be able to relax until you tell me.”
“Oh, baby, this isn’t a tell kind of game. This is definitely a show opportunity if I ever saw one.”
“What does that even mean?” Nalani was so confused. When he didn’t answer, she reached to uncover another plate, this one displaying a thick, juicy steak with asparagus spears topped with a yummy sauce Avery made from scratch.
When she looked back up at Shane, he asked again. “Your choice. You want to eat or solve the mystery of the strange delivery item?”
Her brain told her to choose the steak, but impatience and uncertainty won the day.
“What is it?”
Shane grinned as he reached to take the cover off the plate, lifting up what looked a bit like a white tubular potato.
“This, my dear, is a fun little toy I can’t wait to introduce you to.”
“A toy? It’s food!”
“Not tonight, it’s not. Tonight, this bad boy is going to make you squirm and cry beautifully.”
She didn’t know how to reconcile his handsome smile with his almost gleeful boast of how much he loved to make her cry. In moments like this, she knew with certainty, he had cast a spell on her, making it impossible to leave—even though she suspected the smart thing to do would be to run away as fast as possible.
“I don’t understand. Is it like an onion that makes me cry?”
“More like hot sauce that burns.”
“I don’t like spicy food,” she reminded him.
Shane’s belly laugh made her feel foolish. She didn’t have a fucking clue what the hell was going on, but she knew enough to know she hated being made fun of. She yanked her arm out of his grasp and started to move toward t
he bathroom. That shower was looking better by the minute.
She wasn’t expecting the tackle from behind. Shane wrangled her body, thrusting her forward, against the back of the nearby couch until she was bent over the back with her ass in the air.
Fight-or-flight instincts kicked in, and Nalani started kicking to be free. She’d deny it to her dying breath, but she fucking loved it when Shane manhandled her, using his strength to bend her to his will—physically and figuratively. It made her feel less guilty when he made her do the perverted things he loved so much.
Cold air met her bare ass as he yanked the robe off her body, using his foot to tap, not so gently, back-and-forth between her ankles, forcing her to spread her legs to an almost uncomfortable stance. She was grateful her feet still touched the carpet.
He left her to walk back to the table, returning with the vegetable and a knife. She moved her hands from the seat of the couch, pushing up to place her hands where her tummy had just been so she could keep an eye on what he was up to.
Nalani tried not to be annoyed when he started peeling the vegetable, letting the shards of skin drop to the floor, making a mess she would inevitably need to clean up later. She was just about to call him out on it when she got the first inkling of what he was doing.
What had started out as a wild jumbled mess was fast being carved up into a smooth, long…
“No fucking way.”
He had the audacity to look up and grin, answering with a simple, “Way.”
Panicking, she stood up and started to reach down for her robe.
“I changed my mind. Let’s eat.”
“Oh, we will, but not until we get this bad boy doing his job first.”
“And what, exactly, is his job?”
“I told you.” He paused, a smirk on his handsome face. “It’ll make you cry beautifully.”
“I don’t want to cry,” she complained, exasperated.
“Ah, but you look so fucking hot when you do, and I can’t wait to fuck you when this is in your ass.”
She had just put her robe back on and was headed back to the table when he caught up to her, wrapping one arm around her waist and lifting her off the ground.
Nalani kicked, flailing her feet and legs in front of her in an attempt to jar loose from his grip, but he only clamped down harder. She was sure he was going to drape her back over the back of the couch or maybe at the end of the bed like he had several times that week.
When he beelined it for the corner of the room, where there was only the linen rack that held extra blankets for the guests, she thought perhaps she’d misunderstood his intentions.
As soon as her feet hit the floor, their cat-and-mouse game moved to the next level. Nalani attempted to jerk free while Shane doubled-down on his tight grip on her waist with one arm while reaching out to yank the linen off the rack with his other.
Nalani relaxed slightly, incorrectly assuming he’d rethought his planned vegetable attack, right up until he pressed her forward toward the now empty metal rack.
She’d cleaned the rack in the past. She was responsible for the stocking of the rooms with the right linen, yet until the second Shane pushed her forward until her tummy touched the padded top of the rack, not once had she imagined guests using the furniture for anything more than its intended use. Now, she knew she’d never be able to unsee it.
“Bend over like a good girl and take your punishment.”
“Why would I do that? Good girls shouldn’t get punished. They should get fed.”
“Oh, you’ll get fed alright. First, this ginger is gonna fill up your pucker, making you feel nice and full. Then I’ll feed my snake into your tunnel, and finally you’ll get a wet drink of my cum for dessert.”
In the time he’d been painting her a dirty picture of what he had planned, Shane had draped her over the padded top of the rack, pulling the robe off her body as he pressed on her back to force her to bend over, ass up.
When had he put those there? Two pairs of handcuffs were attached to the bottom rung of the rack, and Shane wasted no time in securing her wrists to the furniture.
She’d always been impressed by how sturdy the racks were, not understanding why the owners had felt the need to invest in such heavy-duty furniture just to hold a quilt. Now she understood—they were built as bonus sex furniture for their kinky guests.
While her hands were together in the middle of the rack, Shane used the belt of her robe to tie her left ankle to the outside frame of the rack, leaving her tip-toeing on her right toes to avoid having to put all her weight on her tummy jammed against the padded top. Seconds later, as he yanked her right ankle to the far side of the rack, she couldn’t avoid it.
She’d never admit it to Shane, but her heart raced at being manhandled—forced into submission. It was so much easier to let herself go and actually let the intimacy wash over her when she could quiet her brain that kept telling her what they were doing was wrong. It may be dirty and unconventional, but nothing could convince Nalani it was wrong.
She was unprepared for how vulnerable she felt as he dragged the now full piece of furniture away from the corner, into the room a bit more before stepping behind her.
The pulling apart of her asscheeks she’d expected; the feel of his tongue lapping at her pucker she hadn’t. It still grossed her out if she thought about it long enough, so instead, she focused on how heavenly it felt right up to when he replaced his talented tongue with the hard tip of the ginger.
She was relieved he took it slow, only inserting the tip before removing it, then pushing in a bit farther the next time. She wasn’t sure what part was supposed to make her cry since the coolness actually felt kinda good.
“This is called figging.” Shane gave the ginger one final push, and her ass sucked it inside.
Nalani was about to ask what it was supposed to do when the first zing registered in her bowels. Surely… it wouldn’t…
Crack.
Shane’s palm connected with her ass cheek.
What the hell? Why did the inside of her ass sting worse than where he’d spanked her?
Crack.
The other cheek burned.
Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack.
A fast volley took her breath away.
It was a slow ignition, inside and out. Shane massaged as much as he spanked, edging her higher and higher until the burn on the inside surpassed the surface heat.
“Owie! It’s starting to burn too bad. Take it out!”
“Why would I do that? We’re just getting started?”
That didn’t sound good.
“Shane. Please.”
Her brief relief when he pulled the plug out of her ass disappeared when he shoved it back inside. A half dozen thrusts in and out stoked the fire until the heat turned to real pain.
“Take it out! It’s too much!”
Through her open legs, she could see Shane walking away from her, back across the room. She tried to focus on him instead of the growing heat inside, which helped keep her mind off the burn until she saw what he held in his hand as he walked back toward her.
The only thing keeping her from calling out red when she saw his leather belt was his rock-hard cock protruding proudly as he approached her. Seeing his obvious arousal not only turned her on but gave her pause.
Nalani wiggled as much as her restraints would allow, trying to do anything that might bring her some relief. Instead of helping, the heat only ratcheted up a notch.
“So beautiful. Let’s see if we can take you higher.”
Thwack.
The wide belt covered plenty of her ass and brought the first hint of tears to her eyes. By the third lash of his belt, the tears were falling to the carpet below. By the fifth lash, the only thing keeping the word red from her lips was the new heat burning in her exposed pussy.
How in the world was this turning her on? She didn’t understand how her body worked—how something meant to bring pain could also feel oh so good.
; “Shane…” It was the only word she could form.
Another belt lash before his reply. “Nalani…”
Did she want him to stop? Truthfully, what she wanted was for him to fuck her with that gloriously big, hard cock dangling between his legs. Each belt lash helped her gain pinpoint focus on the physical sensations tingling at her core. It certainly wasn’t a tickle, yet she knew she desperately needed him to scratch her itch.
“Please…” she begged.
“Please, what?”
“You know. I need…”
“Uh huh. You need…? He teased, determined to make her ask for what he wanted to deliver.
“Shane!”
“Ask for it. I love to hear you beg.”
It took two more cracks of his belt before she broke down.
“Please! I need you!”
“You need me to kiss you?”
“No!”
He pulled the ginger out of her ass and reinserted it.
“You need me to lick you a bit longer?”
“You know what I need!”
“But I could be wrong. What does my dirty girl want more than anything in the world right now?”
His hands caressed the heat of her cheeks, bringing a small measure of relief. She needed more.
“Fuck me! Please!”
“With pleasure.”
His cock was inside her in seconds, her wetness paving the way for him to bottom out on his first thrust, drawing a loud cry from her as her pussy gripped his shaft. The only hitch was the harder she spasmed around his cock, the deeper the burn inside her anus—the perfect dichotomy of pleasure and pain.
The man was truly a sex god. He’d already come less than an hour before down at Black Light, but it didn’t stop him from racing to his next climax and taking her along for the ride.
As sturdy as the quilt rack was, it creaked under her as Shane moved the fucking into a higher gear. The sound of their now sweaty bodies slapping together was joined by the wet sounds of her arousal.