Chapter 30: Oral Confessions
The weight of Shane’s release inside her was a cooling trickle, a stark reminder of the line they had crossed from provocation to consequence. Valerie watched, her breathing still ragged, as Shane turned his attention to Erin. The firelight licked over his shoulders, painting him in hues of amber and shadow.
Erin lay on the rug, a pale, trembling offering. Her eyes were wide, fixed on Shane’s face, waiting.
“You watched,” Shane said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the quiet room. He didn’t touch her yet. “You saw what your clever little game earned her. Your turn isn’t for punishment. It’s for confession.”
He stepped closer, his shadow falling over her. “On your knees. Facing Valerie.”
Erin scrambled to obey, her movements clumsy with nerves. She knelt, her hands resting on her thighs, her gaze dropping to the rug.
Shane undid his pants again, freeing his cock, which was still thick and half-hard from his use of Valerie. He stepped forward until he was level with Erin’s mouth. He didn’t guide her head. He simply waited.
“Look at her,” he said to Valerie. His eyes held hers, a blue command in the dim light. “You’re going to tell me. While she serves. Every detail. What did you do to her while I was at the drill weekend?”
Valerie’s throat tightened. This was the unveiling, the pulling back of the curtain on her secret domain. She drew a shaky breath, the taste of him still on her lips. “I disciplined her.”
Shane’s hand finally moved, tangling in Erin’s soft brown hair, not forcing, but claiming. “How?”
Erin’s lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them as she stared at the length of him so close to her face.
“She was careless,” Valerie began, her voice gaining strength as she fell into the narrative, into the memory of her own power. “She broke the crystal vase. The one you gave me. She was crying, apologizing, a complete mess.” Valerie’s eyes glinted as she remembered. “I made her strip. I made her kneel in the broken shards.”
As she said the words, Shane pushed the head of his cock past Erin’s lips. It was a slow, deliberate invasion. Erin’s eyes fluttered closed, a muffled sound escaping her as he filled her mouth.
“Not the knees,” Shane corrected, his voice calm, even as he began a shallow, rhythmic thrust into the wet heat of her mouth. “Tell me where you punished her.”
Valerie watched, mesmerized, as Erin’s cheeks hollowed, as she struggled to take more of him. “I used the leather paddle. The one with the holes.” Her own arousal, which had never fully ebbed, began to coil again, hot and insistent. “I bent her over the dining table. I made her count. Twenty strokes. She lost count at fifteen, so I started over.”
Shane groaned, a soft, approving sound, and slid deeper into Erin’s throat. Erin gagged, tears springing to her eyes, saliva glistening at the corners of her mouth. The obscene, wet sounds of his movement filled the space between Valerie’s words.
“Her ass was so red,” Valerie continued, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Almost purple. She was sobbing, but she kept her position. She was so good for me.”
“She comes for you easier than she does for me,” Shane stated, a dark observation as he pulled back until just the tip rested on Erin’s tongue. “Did you make her come?”
Valerie nodded, licking her own lips. “After. When she was soft and pliant. I fingered her. Right there on the table. She came so hard she screamed.”
With a sudden, brutal thrust, Shane sheathed himself fully in Erin’s throat, holding himself there as she choked, her body jerking. He pulled back, letting her gasp for air, slick strands connecting her lips to him. “And you liked it,” he said to Valerie, his gaze piercing. “You liked having that power.”
“Yes,” Valerie breathed, the admission torn from her. “I loved it. I loved seeing her break and come back together under my hand.”
“Good.” The word was a benediction and a curse. He focused on Erin, whose mouth was slack, awaiting his next command. “You hear that? You’re her secret. Her little toy. But you’re mine right now. And you’ll take everything I give you.”
He resumed a harder, faster pace, no longer shallow, but deep, claiming the entirety of her mouth and throat. Each thrust was a punctuation to Valerie’s story. Gagging, wet, rhythmic sounds echoed off the walls. Erin’s hands came up, hovering near his thighs, unsure, until Shane snapped, “Hands behind your back. Now.”
She obeyed instantly, locking her wrists at the small of her back, arching her chest forward, making herself utterly vulnerable, utterly used.
“What else?” Shane demanded, his breath starting to hitch.
“The next day,” Valerie said, the words tumbling out now, fueled by the raw scene before her. “I made her wear the plug. The large one. All day while she did her chores. I’d check on her. Make her show me it was still in place.”
Shane’s hips stuttered. He was close. Valerie could see it in the tight cord of his neck, the possessive clamp of his hand in Erin’s hair. “And?”
“And at night,” Valerie whispered, “I tied her to the bed. I used my vibrator on her. I came twice watching her struggle against the ropes, begging for permission to come. I didn’t let her. Not until the morning.”
That did it. With a ragged groan, Shane slammed home and held, his body rigid. Erin’s eyes flew open, wide with shock as his release flooded her throat. She swallowed convulsively, around him, a series of desperate, involuntary movements as he emptied himself. When he finally pulled out, she collapsed forward onto her hands, coughing, a sticky strand of cum and saliva dripping from her lips onto the rug.
The room was silent save for the crackling fire and Erin’s ragged attempts to breathe.
Shane tucked himself away, his movements precise again, the storm spent. He looked at Valerie, then at the trembling form at his feet.
“Clean her up,” he said to Valerie, his tone leaving no room for discussion. “Then both of you, in the bedroom. We’re not finished.”
He turned and left the living room, the weight of his presence lingering like ozone after lightning.
Valerie pushed herself up, her legs unsteady. She went to Erin, sinking to the rug beside her. Gently, she pulled Erin up, cradling her against her chest. She used the edge of her own robe to wipe the mess from Erin’s chin, her touch soft, a stark contrast to the violence of moments before.
“Shhh,” Valerie murmured, kissing her temple. “You were perfect. So good for him.”
Erin shuddered, burying her face in Valerie’s neck. “He knows everything,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from abuse.
“He does,” Valerie said, a strange relief washing through her. The secret was out. It was theirs now, all three of them. “And we’re still here.”
She helped Erin to her feet, guiding her toward the dark mouth of the hallway. The master bedroom awaited, a new chapter in their confession. The night, it seemed, was far from over.