IcySeduction (14 page)

* * * * *

Jake woke with a start. He’d worked an evening shift and had
just barely fallen asleep when he started dreaming about Christine kissing a
leather-clad woman. It was as if he could feel the strange woman’s lips on his,
her tongue exploring his mouth, her breasts pressed against him. The scene
progressed until Christine was bent across the woman’s knees with her bare ass
in the air. He could sense her anticipation, and her arousal was turning him
on.

It was the first solid slam of the paddle against Christine’s
butt that woke Jake completely. His cock stiffened, his heart sped up. The
woman was speaking, but he didn’t hear her words as the paddle lowered several
times in succession. He heard whimpers as if they were coming from himself. He
saw the feet of bystanders. The sounds and smells seemed familiar.

She’s at that club again.

Christine didn’t know that her domme had switched from a
paddle to a riding crop until she felt the first stinging stroke across her
thighs. The woman swept her fingers along Christine’s sweaty brow and asked how
she was doing. The reply was “Green”. Christine wanted more.

Jake stared at the ceiling, but was really seeing this inner
vision. He felt each stripe laid across her thighs and the wetness that dripped
down her thighs. He gripped his cock and squeezed the tip. God, could she not
feel the connection between them, not know what she was doing to him? He knew
there was no intercourse allowed at the club, but what if she tried to take
someone home with her?

This is so good. I don’t need Jake.

He caught this random thought that had obviously flitted
through Christine’s head and growled. He sat straight up, turned on the bedside
light and shouted, “No!” Then he remembered Dean in the next room. In a firm
voice, lower in volume, he said, “You’re mine, Christine.” He wasn’t sure he
was getting through to her. “Say ‘red’, Christine. Red. Now!”

* * * * *

“Red!” The word burst out of her mouth, but she wasn’t sure
why she was saying it.

Felicity immediately stopped. “Honey, are you okay? Too much
for you?” She gently lowered her skirt and helped her upright.

Christine, shaking her head, fought back tears. “I’m all
right, I’m fine.” Then why had she yelled the safe word?

Because Jake had commanded her to. His voice had been like a
cannon blast in her head, overriding what her body was telling her. Her body
had been enjoying itself immensely, the stinging pain like intense foreplay.
She’d had a sense of being watched but there were people standing around them,
so she didn’t equate the feeling with Jake.

Felicity helped her stand, then hugged her while she fought
nausea and light-headedness from her head being down for so long. “How are you
doing, honey? Do you want me to rub some lotion on you?”

No!
She heard Jake’s voice loud and clear this time.

“Um, no, I’m fine.”

“Well, remember that aftercare is important. You should have
a good soak tonight. Do you have any bath salts?”

“I do.”

Gradually Felicity loosened her hold and Christine was able to
stand without wobbling. The nausea was fading away. She wasn’t hearing Jake’s
voice in her head, but she felt his eyes on her as she left the club, got in
the car, and drove home. She knew he was awake and waiting for her to get
inside safely.

The silence of the car was too much to take. “You know you
can’t protect me this far away, so you might as well go back to sleep.” She
felt funny talking to herself.

I’ll always protect you.

“Damn you to hell!” She peeled into her driveway and slammed
on the brakes harder than necessary. When she went to get out of the car, she
realized the endorphins had worn off and the ache and soreness had set in. As
she hobbled to the door, her phone vibrated in her purse. She ignored it until
she’d unlocked the door, gone inside, relocked the door and turned on the
lights. By then it had gone to voice mail, but she didn’t expect Jake to give
up so easily. She took a couple of Tylenol with water, then debated whether she
could maneuver enough to arrange the bath and get in and out. She made it to
the bedroom, then fell facedown onto her bed, wondering if she’d ever be able
to stand again.

Naturally that’s when her phone buzzed again. She’d carried
it with her since she knew there was no escaping the inevitable.

“I hate you,” she said by way of greeting.

“You can’t do this shit alone. What if something had gone
wrong? How are you going to care for yourself now?” Jake was keeping his voice
semi-level, which was surprising. Dean must be asleep in the other room.

“If you would’ve just stayed out of my head, I would’ve been
fine.”

“She was pushing you too far.”

“I wasn’t feeling it yet.”

“What?”

“That nirvana, like when we were there before.” Her butt and
thighs were really hurting now. She wanted lotion rubbed on them but wasn’t
sure she could do it herself. She’d have to settle for a bath.

“You’re hurting,” Jake said.

“A bit.”

“God, I wish I was there. I’d care for you.” His voice
purred into her ear, comforting her.

“I wish you were here too,” she admitted. She felt lonely
with only his voice on the phone.

“When can you visit me again?”

“Jake, neither of us can afford to fly back and forth every
couple of weeks. Long-distance relationships don’t work.” She rubbed her palm
across her gritty eyes and yawned. “I’m about to pass out and I really want to
take a bath.”

“Maybe you should wait ’til morning. Don’t want to fall
asleep in there.”

“Maybe.” She was fading fast.

“I love you, Christine.” The gentle voice in her ear barely
registered as she fell asleep without clicking End on the phone.

Christine was getting used to chatting with Jake via
Facebook. It added that extra buffer of normalcy. She chatted with other people.
She chatted with Jake. No biggie. Except for the flirting that led into sex
talk, which usually resulted in Christine hurriedly getting off the computer.
There was no question of seeing him again. She didn’t have the time, for one
thing, finding herself working twelve-hour days to make up for a coworker’s maternity
leave during the busy tax season. That was also the reason she hadn’t gone
clubbing again since that night, even at a vanilla place with her friends.
Besides, she looked forward to talking to Jake a little bit before bed, nice
and casual. She certainly wouldn’t admit how comforting the routine was
beginning to feel.

The dreams, on the other hand, were beginning to really
bother her. She would dream she was awake but in Jake’s bedroom or dozing off
in his cab. The sex dreams, normal enough, except they were in Jake’s point of
view. Her hands touching her body, but they weren’t her hands, they were his.
His lips sucking her breasts, but she was inside him, tasting what he tasted.
When he went down on her, she smelled the musky scent of her arousal and tasted
her own juices. Sometimes she would stare at his ceiling and know that he was
touching himself, just because it relaxed him.

Her vibrator was getting a workout since she inevitably woke
up craving sex, craving Jake. But her own fantasies were about Jake tying her
up, spanking her, fucking her from behind. Often she heard his voice telling
her what to do, demanding she call him Master, telling her where to put the
vibrator. In her mouth, in her cunt, in her ass. She’d only done that twice and
hadn’t gotten more than the tip past the entrance, but it felt good with the
vibrations. She’d thought of buying some more creative toys but found herself
too embarrassed to go back to the store below the club.

Tonight she couldn’t sleep. They were having an early heat
wave in Florida and her air conditioner had stopped working that afternoon. She
didn’t know when exactly, but as soon as she walked in the front door, she knew
what an oven felt like. A cold bath helped but only temporarily.

She lay in bed, naked, legs spread wide for maximum air
flow, ceiling fan on high. She’d pointed the fan on her nightstand directly at
herself so the air whispered across her breasts, making her horny as hell. But
even the vibrator with its little engine promised to create heat. She didn’t
need heat. She needed her AC fixed.

Her phone rang. Since she wasn’t sleeping anyway, she
grabbed it and saw it was Jake. Fine. He wanted to talk in the middle of the
night, hopefully it would take her mind off the oppressive humidity.

“What happened to your AC?” he asked immediately.

“How do you know about that?”

“The same way I know about your vibrator and what I tell you
to do with it.”

“You tell me?”

“My voice in your head. I love it when you do exactly what I
say.”

“If I hear your voice in my head, why are we on the phone?”

“Because I didn’t want you to pass this off as fantasy.”

“Pass what off?” She was sounding parrot-like with her
answers.

“Dean showed me how to use my web cam.” He sounded totally
excited about this. “You have a web cam on your laptop, right?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Turn it on. Take it into the bedroom.”

She already felt the flutters in her stomach and the tingles
even lower that indicated arousal. “That’s probably not a good idea.”

“Do it, dammit.”

She rolled her eyes but got out of bed and took the phone
with her to the living room.

“Do you have it?”

“Give me a second. I’m wandering around in the dark here.”
It was too late to turn on the bright overhead light. She felt around on the
coffee table until she found the laptop. This she carried back to her bedroom. “I’ve
got it.”

“Turned on?”

“Hold your horses.” She pressed the button and waited while
the thing made its wheezes and whirs until it showed her desktop screen. “It’s
on.”

“I emailed you the link.”

Then she had to wait for her sleepy email to pull up, along
with her web browser. She always kept a piece of tape covering her web cam, so
she took that off while she was waiting. “If you really are in my head, how is
the web cam going to help things?”

“Tell me, are your dreams seen through my eyes?”

“Maybe. Sometimes.”

“I want to try something so that you can see when you’re
awake the connection we have.”

“Look, we were getting along just fine chatting…”

He sighed, even that sounding sexy over the phone line. “I’m
not fine. You’re in my dreams constantly. My vision sometimes turns to yours
even when I’m driving my cab. Sometimes I see your fingers on your keyboard at
work and hear your thoughts about tax crap in my head. I haven’t even done my
taxes yet!”

“So what you’re saying is that you’re obsessed with me.”

“I’m saying I’m going crazy not being able to touch you and
hold you.”

“You fantasize well.”

“See, you know I’m in your head.”

Christine followed the online directions to set up the
account and invited Jake to be her viewing partner. When his face popped up on
her screen, she realized how much she missed seeing him in person. She resisted
the impulse to wave at him. He smiled, looking tousled and sleepy. He seemed to
be lying on his pillow, so he looked sideways on her screen.

“Ah, that’s better. I’ve missed you.”

She liked hearing him say that, especially when she could
see the look in his eyes.

“And, God, you look sweaty.”

“I’m melting, I tell you!”

“Are you getting a repair guy out there tomorrow?”

“I’ll see if I can. Seems like everyone’s units break down
when it gets hot.”

“So what are you doing to cool yourself?”

She turned the computer so the camera could see the fan on
her nightstand.

“Oh, that’s not going to cut it. Go get an ice cube, well, a
cupful in case we need more than one. And don’t look at me with that doubtful
face. Tell me ‘yes, Master’.”

Instantly aroused, she replied, “Yes, Master,” and used her
phone flashlight to find the freezer in the kitchen. She returned with a cup of
ice, which she showed Jake via the web cam.

“Excellent. Now to get rid of your heat problem. Sit
cross-legged in front of the camera so I can see most of you. Oh, and turn on a
brighter light and direct it at you.”

Christine adjusted the bedside lamp. She had stayed naked
most of the evening and definitely in bed in an attempt to stay cool. Sitting
cross-legged gave Jake a hint of what was at the juncture of her legs, but
beyond her thighs was still in shadow. Her stomach and breasts were in clear
view, her nipples perky, her breathing a bit more obvious than she wanted it to
be.

“Now slide an ice cube from your chin all the way down
between your breasts to your bellybutton and stop.”

“Yes, Master.” She did as commanded, starting with her chin,
but it wasn’t until the frozen cube reached her chest that she gasped from the
cold.

“Don’t stop.”

She kept going down to her bellybutton. Besides feeling
turned-on, she was finally getting relief from the oppressive heat.

“Now trail it down between your legs to your clit—take it
real slow—and put it inside your hot hole.” His face showed how intently he was
watching her movements. “And I’m gripping my cock as you do this.”

Christine wished she could see that part of his anatomy, but
he was depriving her of that. Maybe he would reward her later. She showed Jake
that her ice cube had shrunk quite a bit.

“Get a new one.”

She pulled the next one out of the glass. Her cubes weren’t
really cubes. They were shaped like half-moons from the automatic ice maker.
She placed it against her bellybutton, gasped once more at the shock of its
temperature against her hot skin, then slid it lower. When she reached her
neatly trimmed patch of curls, she went even slower, letting the melting ice
soak through the curls to the skin below. She was starting to feel something
else too, an awareness, calloused hands stroking and squeezing and how good it
felt. She closed her eyes and in that space of time she saw herself as Jake saw
her on the computer screen. She moved the ice to her clit, inhaling sharply,
and she felt Jake’s anticipation. She opened her eyes.

“Lower, Christine, into your hole. It needs to be cooled
too.”

“Yes.” The ice felt incredibly good easing along her clit to
her labia, which she parted with her other hand. She pushed the ice inside her
until it disappeared.

“Leave it there.”

As it melted, it blended with her body’s juices, making
Christine incredibly wet.

“God, I wish I was there to fuck you.” He turned his camera
so that she could finally see his hand moving up and down on his cock, kind of
leisurely, as if he didn’t want to come too soon. “Now, Christine, don’t move.
Watch my hands but don’t touch yourself. Don’t do anything but breathe.”

“Yes, Master.”

She watched as he ran the tips of his fingers over the slit
where the pre-cum leaked out. Jake’s pleasure, not her own, zipped through her
body. As he spread the small amount of liquid over the head of his cock,
Christine moaned. With his other hand, he gave his balls a squeeze and she felt
the sharp pain, pain that felt good.

She heard his voice, both through the computer speakers and
in her head. “I wish you were here to suck me.”

She couldn’t even respond as he sped up his hands. She didn’t
need to see it happening on the screen because she could feel it, as if she’d
merged with Jake. She felt his heart race and his breathing speed up. Glancing
away from the screen, she looked down at her flat belly, her crossed legs, her
hands spread on the bed behind her holding her up in this seated position.
Nothing, nothing was touching her, but she felt that tightening that presaged
orgasm. She felt her balls tighten, but she didn’t have any. She looked at the
screen again and Jake’s hand was pumping his cock furiously.

“Fuck, so good,” he said gruffly, barely audible since his
mouth wasn’t near the computer, but she felt the words coming out of her throat
hoarsely. “Don’t move, Christine. I know you want to. I can feel how turned-on
you are. It’s blending…God.” With a final jerk, cum squirted out of Jake’s
cock, hitting his stomach, glistening in the room light.

And Christine orgasmed without placing a single finger or
vibrator on her body. Her vagina squeezed and spasmed. Her nipples were
painfully stiff. Her stomach seemed to have warm liquid pooling on it, though
it wasn’t on her, it was on Jake.

Jake continued squeezing, easing his fingers just over the
edge onto the head of his cock. Each time he did this, Christine felt another
aftershock as his stomach jerked. He rolled onto his back, semi-erect cock
still in Christine’s view as he finally let his hand slip away and rest on the
bed. After a minute where his breathing slowed, he adjusted the camera to his
face again.

Christine’s body had turned into gelatin. She lay back on
the bed finally and turned her computer so Jake could see her face. Their eyes
met. Christine had never, ever climaxed like that in her life. Instead of the
emptiness of subspace, it was like an overwhelming fullness, an absolute
completeness. It was two people becoming one without ever touching.

“I felt the ice cube on my stomach,” Jake said slowly.
Christine nodded. “And you felt every second of me jerking off.” It wasn’t a
question.

One part of Christine’s brain wanted to blurt out, “Can we
do that again tomorrow night?” The other part was feeling shocky and wondering
if she should call 9-1-1. All she knew was that she wasn’t ready for a
conversation about this. “Um, I think I can sleep now.”

“Yeah, me too.” His eyes were barely open. “A guy thing.”

She smirked. “An orgasm thing.”

He pretended to give her a smooch. “I love you, Christine.”

“Um, bye.” She closed the program and her computer before
she could see any disappointment on his face. She wasn’t ready to say she loved
him, to acknowledge this mate bonding thing. Hell, she still couldn’t wrap her
head around the werewolf thing. There wasn’t anything about this relationship
that didn’t have her full of doubt…except that massive orgasm. She would’ve
fallen asleep worrying about everything if her body hadn’t been so replete. As
it was, she lost consciousness within a minute of turning off her computer.

And this time she didn’t dream.

* * * * *

When Dean started to make fun of Jake’s texting activity, he
realized he needed to slow down. Even though he longed for some real
communication with Christine through whatever media she chose, he was doing his
best not to push any part of their relationship. Christine was damn good at
avoiding issues. It was as if they were an old married couple when she said she
was too tired or had a headache whenever he suggested Skyping again. She hadn’t
been on Facebook much and was only answering half his texts. With this mate
thing, they had their whole lives, but the gibbous moon was making Jake
extremely antsy.

Talking to Dean’s mother was doing more than making him
antsy. It was making him pissed.

“You know I go hunting on the full moon, for all the years
you’ve known me.” He tried to keep his voice down since Dean was studying in
the next room, even though he wanted to scream at his ex-wife via the cell
phone.

“We’re leaving the country, Jake. You can’t expect me to
postpone this trip just so you can go hunting.”

“When did you start planning this trip? Why didn’t you
mention it before now?”

“Well, it was more spur-of-the-moment.”

“Well, why can’t you spur-of-the-moment it a few days later?”