Her phone began ringing again. Even though the volume level couldn’t have changed, this time the sound seemed louder . . . more insistent somehow. She could tell by the way Sean watched her that he’d focused on the annoying, jangling notes as well. She thought of who might be calling. Her insurance agent? Jim? Her mother?
She sighed heavily. The intrusion of the outside world acted like a heavy, wet blanket, stifling the fires of her arousal and tumultuous emotional state.
“Maybe . . . maybe I’d better get it?” Genevieve whispered. “It could be something about the house . . . or maybe even my mother. She moved in with Aunt Roberta a while back. Both of them were so worried when I called yesterday.”
Sean’s mouth slanted in irritation. His gaze flicked up to the leather cuffs she wore.
“I’ll get your phone.”
The absence of his warm, hard body pressing down on her made her feel like wailing in protest. She bit her lower lip to prevent moaning in thwarted longing when she saw his lean, muscular torso. His cock had grown erect again. The cockhead looked smooth and succulent as it bobbed in the air as he got off the bed.
A moment later, he came into the room carrying her still-ringing phone. Genevieve lifted her head from the pillow so she could see him. She noticed with a sense of disappointment that he’d tucked his cock back into his jeans and fastened two buttons.
“The caller ID says it’s Jeff.”
Genevieve blinked when she heard his hard tone. Christ. She’d forgotten that it might be Jeff calling. He’d tried to reach her several times over the weekend, but Genevieve hadn’t answered. When she was with Sean, she forgot Jeff existed all together. She’d only left him the one message since they’d spoken late on Friday, just before she’d arrived at the penthouse.
So much had changed since then.
“It’s all right. Just let it ring,” she said.
Sean’s stare seemed to bore into her.
“Is Jeff the guy you’re dating?”
Genevieve swallowed thickly.
Was
she still dating him? She couldn’t even call up Jeff’s face at the moment. Sean’s incising eyes seemed to demand an answer, though. She nodded.
His face stiffened. He stalked toward her, the phone still ringing in his hand.
“Sean? What are you doing?” she asked when he reached for the cuff on her left wrist. He unfastened it. He glared at her as he hit the receive button on her phone and shoved it into her now freed hand. She stared at Sean incredulously.
“Genevieve? Genevieve, are you there?”
Genevieve clamped her mouth shut when she heard Jeff’s distant voice. She put the cell phone to her ear.
“Jeff? I . . . uh . . . hello.” Her eyes widened in mounting amazement when Sean sat on the edge of the bed and placed his big hand on her belly. He stroked her along her side, from hip to breast.
Genevieve shivered. The intrusive phone call hadn’t banked her fires as much as she’d thought. And from the hard expression on Sean’s face, he seemed determined to prove that to her.
Jeff gave a bark of laughter. “Jesus, where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you during every break I got, but you haven’t been answering. Is everything all right?”
Sean’s stare scored her as his hand slid down to her thigh, just inches from her spread pussy. A surprised cry popped out of her throat when he abruptly plunged his middle finger into her slit.
“Genevieve?” Jeff demanded.
“I . . . I’m sorry, Jeff,” Genevieve sputtered as air rushed out of her lungs. Sean had spread his hand over her external sex and began to move in a tight, circular motion with his finger still inserted in her vagina. Her former arousal roared back into her flesh, the strength of her desire shocking her, given the circumstances. “I’ve been so preoccupied with the fire, and then this awful storm hit and—”
She gasped when Sean began to corkscrew his finger in and out of her while he continued to press on her clit.
“Genevieve, what the hell’s the matter? Are you ill?” Jeff asked tensely.
“No! No, of course not. I’m absolutely fine. Please, don’t worry. Please.” She tried to shift her hips to escape Sean’s precise stimulation of her sex, but of course it was useless, restrained as she was. Her glare at him was every bit as furious as his, despite the fact that he was making her burn. A drop of sweat ran frantically between her breasts. “Like I said, there’s just been so much going on, Jeff.”
“Well, I can understand that, I guess,” Jeff said, seeming partially mollified. Genevieve bit her lower lip to stifle a moan when Sean slid his forefinger between her labia and began to rub her clit. A wet, clicking sound reached her ears as he stirred in her abundant juices. Instead of trying to shift her hips away from Sean’s attack on her senses, she began to press against the delicious pressure. She couldn’t seem to help it. She knew she shouldn’t, but the burn in her genitals felt too imperative to resist.
“I’ve been worried sick about you,” she heard someone say from a distance.
“Oh,”
Genevieve cried out sharply.
Her own voice penetrated her dazed arousal. She glanced around nervously, the bizarreness of the situation hitting her full force. Sean had her restrained to the bed, and she was having a conversation with the man she’d been dating, and she was about to have the mother of all orgasms while Jeff listened.
“Damn you,” she mouthed at Sean, even as her hips bobbed more frantically against his hand and the erotic sound of his finger moving in her wet flesh escalated in volume.
“Genevieve? There
is
something wrong, isn’t there?” Jeff said loudly, starting to sound both irritated and alarmed. Sean’s nostrils flared as he stared at her and continued to stimulate her so precisely.
He was going to
force
her to come while she was on the phone with Jeff, Genevieve realized, aghast. It was humiliating, but she couldn’t seem to stop pressing wildly against Sean’s hand. The soles of her feet burned in sympathy with her clit.
She was panting now as she approached climax. “I have to go, Jeff.”
“No . . . wait, Genevieve, what the hell?” she heard Jeff say before she fumbled for the button to disconnect. She was only vaguely aware of Sean taking the phone from her before orgasm slammed into her.
“Oh, God . . .
Sean
,” she cried out sharply as she shuddered in climax. He nursed her through it, continuing to stimulate her as she came, making it last, coaxing every last shiver of pleasure out of her.
Only when the noise stopped did she realize she’d been keening. Her head fell back on the pillow. Her body sagged into the mattress.
Her panting ceased momentarily when Sean held up her cell phone. His eyes reminded her of flame trapped in ice.
He pressed with his thumb, disconnecting Jeff.
“So much for your boyfriend,” he muttered.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
S
ean was furious. And jealous. And so damned pissed off listening to Genny try to placate her boyfriend that he really didn’t care that Genny’s sublime expression of satiation segued from disbelief to wild anger in a matter of seconds when he hung up the phone.
Ol’ Jeff had apparently been stunned into silence by listening to Genny gush in orgasm.
“Sean, how
could
you?” she asked in a low, trembling voice. “How could you be so cruel? What’s Jeff ever done to you?”
“He’s touched you. That’s what,” he muttered simply before he stood by the side of the bed. “Don’t think I didn’t notice, by the way, that you got out of answering my question earlier.”
She blinked in surprise at his accusation, but Sean had more for her. Having her boyfriend call had been the equivalent of popping the cork off his frustration. Genny was
his
. Precisely how long was it going to take to get her to admit that? He understood there were obstacles, but damn it, those obstacles were not going to follow them into bed.
Screw it, Sean thought bitterly as he walked over and retrieved the mini vibrator he’d ordered last week. It’d just arrived a few days ago, and he was going to enjoy breaking it in on Genny while he spelled out the consequences for withholding herself from him. His cock throbbed dully.
Yeah, he was going to enjoy it a lot.
Her wary stare when he returned transferred from him to the box he carried. Sean made short order of taking the orange vibe out of the packaging and inserting the batteries he’d put in the box earlier.
Genny’s mouth opened, and he figured she was about to tell him
no
, so Sean went on the offensive.
“How do you think it makes me feel to be ignored when I tell you I love you?” he asked quietly.
The words on her tongue died a quick death. Sean began to unfasten her ankle restraints as she stared at him with her mouth hanging open.
“Sean, I’m not ignoring you.”
He gave a small shrug, not caring to argue with her about it. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know she cared for him. She broadcasted it loud and clear in her luminous gray eyes whenever she looked at him. It was the fact that she wouldn’t
say
it that pissed him off.
He unhooked her wrists from the restraining straps, but as he’d done with her ankles, he left on the leather cuffs. He liked the way they looked next to Genny’s pale, flawless skin.
“Scoot over,” he directed when he sat down on the bed next to her, bringing his feet up on the bed.
She scrambled several feet away from him and curled up on her side. She studied him warily. Sean slid closer to her on the mattress, and propped several pillows behind him on the headboard.
He pressed the button on the small but powerful vibrator. Genny’s eyes widened as she stared at the buzzing sex toy. This particular model was the newer version of a favorite of his for providing stimulation in close quarters. It was about five inches long, with silicone ridges to increase pleasure during penetration. But Sean valued the clit-pleasing tip the most—or at least he valued the reaction it got when he applied it to a woman.
Just thinking about stirring Genny’s incredibly responsive little clit with it made his cock lurch.
He patted his thigh.
“What?”
“Lay down in my lap,” he said, not trying to hide the edge in his tone.
For about five seconds, he thought she might refuse him. He said nothing as she glanced at the vibe and then down at his lap, her gray eyes shiny with arousal—but shadowed by doubt, as well.
She scooted up in the bed and moved toward him slowly. He couldn’t help making a low, satisfied groan when she draped her naked body over his lap. He caressed her hip and then a smooth buttock before he positioned her the way that he wanted her. When he was done, the bottom of her breasts pressed to his outer thigh and her bottom curved around the edge of the other thigh.
“Spread your legs a little,” he ordered. He put the hand holding the vibe between her widening legs and went right for the kill, pressing the vibrating tip against her clit.
She moaned roughly and wriggled in his lap. He grabbed a handful of firm ass and stilled her against the vibrator. Her moan got louder.
“Feel nice?” he murmured.
“God, yes,” she whispered. She’d turned her head slightly. He studied her profile as he continued to stimulate her clit.
“Good,” he replied after a moment. “After I spank you enough times while using the vibe, you’ll get nice and hot and wet just from the sound of my palm smacking your ass. You’ll know from experience pleasure will follow.”
Her head whipped around. He met her stare calmly. No matter what she was feeling in regard to what he’d said, the vibe continued to industriously do its job. A fine sheen of sweat covered her face.
He placed his left hand on a smooth butt cheek. Just the feeling of her firm flesh and satiny skin sent a pain of lust through his cock. He wondered if she felt the surge of heat in his genitals when she pressed down with her hips, stimulating them both. He gave her a brisk spank.
“Just one other thing, girl.”
“What?”
“Rest your cheek on the mattress and put your hands behind your back.”
She bit her lip, but she couldn’t completely stifle a whimper of arousal. Knowing she was turned on by what he said made lust boil in his veins. She cried out softly in protest when he briefly removed the vibe from her clit.
She put her hands behind her back.
As soon as he’d hooked her leather cuffs together, he pressed the buzzing tip back to her clit.
“That’s right,” he said as he watched her shift her hips subtly and heard her soft moans. He moved his left hand, stroking her ass. He felt her muscles tense slightly and he swatted her. She gave a shaky cry.
He spanked her again.
“Not too hard, is it?” he asked as he soothed her buttocks with a gentle glide. “I just want it to burn, not hurt.”
“It . . . it doesn’t hurt,” she mumbled into the mattress. She wiggled her bottom against his sliding palm and he popped her several more times.
“I know of a man who gives his wife a spanking like this every night before they fall asleep. Of course, it usually leads to other things,” Sean said. He cracked his palm against the sweet lower curve of both buttocks. “I always said they seemed like the happiest couple I’ve ever met.”
Her moan didn’t sound so soft this time. From the vivid pink color of the cheek that wasn’t pressed to the mattress, Sean could tell the clit vibrator was doing its job extremely well. Maybe
too
well. He pulled it off her, worried she might explode before he was ready.
He placed the vibrating tip back on her clit and smacked her ass several times. When she moaned in anguished arousal and squirmed in his lap, he grabbed an ass cheek, molding it to his palm greedily.
He loved her ass. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d told her she possessed a butt that could make a grown man cry.