IcySeduction

by Shara Lanel

  “Shh. You like pain that goes along with pleasure. I understand.”

  “How can you understand when I don’t even understand myself?”

  “I won’t hurt you in any way you don’t want. You’re safe with me.”

  “I don’t feel safe,” she murmured. Not safe, but excited in a way she shouldn’t be.

  “Have you ever let someone spank you?” Jake asked, while his fingers trailed lazily across her ribs and smoothed across her stomach, gentle, relaxing, as if he was soothing a skittish pony.

  “No, of course not.”

  “Have you let someone tie you up or handcuff you to the bedposts?”

  “Never.” But she was feeling the slow heat that told her she found that idea intriguing. Her body was like jelly from her orgasm, but she kept thinking about the fact that Jake hadn’t come yet. Did she want to crawl on top of him and fuck him? Most definitely yes, or she could ease down and slide her lips down his cock, or should she play it safe and just use her fingers?

  “I need you to suck me right now.” His voice was husky and demanding. It scared her and thrilled her at the same time. “Turn around, undo my pants and suck my cock.” She reached down to pull her pants up for modesty’s sake but he stopped her wrists. “Leave your pants down. I want to see your bare bottom.” He moved the blanket away and Christine knew she was so hot from arousal, she didn’t need the conserved heat.

  Awkwardly she rose, turned around and inched down, unbuttoning his shirt along the way and kissing the skin as she bared it. She unsnapped his jeans and he helped her ease his jeans and underwear down a bit until his cock popped free. “Pull out my belt,” he said.

  “Why?”

  “You’ll see. Just do it.”

  She unbuckled the belt, heart racing, breath crystallizing in front of her. The air around them was so cold but her skin was flushed with blood. Embarrassment, eagerness, fear—all of these emotions raced around inside her. Why did he want the belt? What would he do to her? She pulled it from his pant loops and handed it over.

  “Good. Now suck my cock.”

  She placed her lips on Jake’s shaft, opened her mouth to take more of him in and let her tongue glide over his skin. After a few moments, she applied suction to increase the sensation. He pulled the blanket over her bare butt and kneaded her shoulders with his fingers while she moved her tongue and mouth up and down, finding a rhythm, gauging his physical responses to know that she was giving him pleasure.

  After a few moments, Christine’s arousal started to wane as the cold seeped into her bones. As if sensing this, Jake asked, “Do you want to be spanked or bound?”

  His words immediately heated her up, but as she lifted her head, her automatic response was “Neither.” She splayed her fingers along his cock and stroked gently, glad the darkness kept her from meeting his eyes.

  Jake slid his palm through her hair. “I’m only asking because I know you like it. What’s stopping you from experimenting with something that turns you on?”

  “I don’t know you.”

  “So you can have vanilla sex with strangers but erotic and exciting sex with someone you know?” His voice gentled. “I’d think it’d be easier the other way around.”

  “I’m not a deviant.”

  “Who said you were? There’s nothing wrong with sex play between two consenting adults. Even when they’re stranded in a snow bank.”

  Christine chuckled but she really wasn’t sure she could consent. It was beyond her comfort zone. Hell, this whole situation was beyond her comfort zone. Could she say “no” to all of it and just go back to huddling in the cold? Did she want to?

  Chapter Two

  Jake knew he had her nervous, knew he could’ve just blown the whole thing, and boy would his johnson be sore if things fell through at this point. But that didn’t stop him from pressing Christine’s boundaries. There were things she was afraid to discover about herself, things that could set her free sexually. A stranger in the snow, someone she’d never see again, offered the perfect person to experiment with.

  However, he was getting a fabulous blowjob, was so turned-on he could explode at any minute. What did he care if she learned sexy secrets about herself or not? Don’t rock the boat. Just keep her turned-on long enough to have a good hard screw. It wasn’t as if he should care about her from so short an acquaintance.

  Her soft “ah” startled him from his reverie. “I don’t want to be bound. Somehow that seems even more unsafe.”

  “A nice spanking, then?” Desire nearly choked off his voice. He thought back to the times he’d spanked other women. There’d not been many. He’d freaked out a couple of dates with the mere mention and it had ended one serious relationship. For that reason, he’d never brought up kinks with his wife, except for one spanking. No, their marriage had ended for the all too common reasons, the stale sex just being the tip of the iceberg.

  “Yes, but you have to stop if I say to.”

  “Absolutely.”

  “But I’m cold.”

  “Come here.” He pulled her to his chest and settled the covers over her. Then he proceeded to kiss her eyebrows, cheeks and nose. This led to more energetic kissing. Her mouth was minty and salty at the same time. Her breasts pressed against his shirt, his chest. Her pants were still down and his cock was bare and stiff as a pole. It seemed natural to fuck her but he wanted to draw things out. He wanted her to discover something new about herself while he watched. He kneaded her butt cheeks and she thrust her hips forward to where his cock met her pubic hair. It tickled but had him aching even more.

  “Spank me,” she whispered, barely audible with the wind outside. “Spank me.”

  He found the belt, curled it into a loop and lifted the blanket off her backside. Swat. The leather came down on her skin in a solid thwack, but hardly full-force because of the awkward angle. She made a little sound but it wasn’t “ouch” or “stop”. In fact, it seemed to be a moan of pleasure.

  “Did you like that?”

  She closed her eyes and bit her lip. After a deep breath, she opened her eyes. “I’m afraid to admit it.”

  “Don’t be afraid.” He spanked her again, just as hard, in the same spot.

  “Oh my God. This is turning me on like you would not believe!”

  He chuckled. “I’m with you there.” Although maybe he shouldn’t be admitting it either, but he couldn’t stop himself from bringing the belt down again.

  “Uh. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s as if the spanking sends the blood to all the right places. I’m so ready to jump your bones.”

  Jake tossed the belt aside and hugged her to him. “Fine by me. I do have a condom.”

  “Thank God, although I won’t ask why you have one in the cab with you.”

  “I was a Boy Scout, always prepared.”

  “Ha.”

  Her good-natured laugh tempered the heat burning inside him, allowed him to jiggle the cab and reach for the condom in the glove box and put it on without coming immediately. They settled back onto the seat with her above him with the blanket adorning her shoulders. Holding her hips, he watched as she lowered herself onto him. Her damp heat molded around his tip, lower, so tight that she wiggled her hips to make the passage easier.

  “It’s been a while,” she murmured.

  “Fine by me.” More than fine. Damn heavenly. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt anything so good. Her tight sheath locked him in place, squeezed and sensitized him. He still held the belt in one hand, rubbing it along her ass as she moved slowly down then slowly up again. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the sensations. They had no need to rush, nowhere to go, but he felt as if he was going to explode any moment. He thought about swatting her bottom and how brave she’d been. Opening his eyes he looked at her flushed skin, her tempting lips, as she lowered herself on his pole until he was deep, so deep, within her.

  “Do you want me to go faster?”

  “Whatever you like. You
’re in control.”

  So she did go faster, found her rhythm, and he concentrated on holding on long enough not to be an embarrassment to his sex. As she slid upward, she squeezed hard with her sheath, then she released as she slid downward. Oh man. He couldn’t take anymore. He was going to come.

  And that’s when it happened—the connection. His mind opened up to hers.

  * * * * *

  For just a moment before Christine felt the hot liquid filling the condom inside her, she felt this exquisite pleasure, as if she could feel what Jake felt. She tumbled over the edge into her second orgasm, her inner walls spasming against his cock, causing him to jerk and moan. Her skin was flushed all over and so warm, some of that from the sex, some from the memory of him spanking her. She couldn’t believe she’d let him do that yet she knew she wouldn’t forget it. After a few moments, she slid free and let Jake take care of the condom. He had a little trash can under the dash. Then he straightened his clothes, settled back on the seat and put out his arms, offering for her to cuddle with him again under the blanket. She fixed her clothes, feeling more self-conscious by the minute. This was the point when she wanted to escape, to run back to her apartment, but she couldn’t. She was still stuck with Jake and her ruminations until morning.

  “Come on. I won’t bite…again. I don’t have the energy at the moment.”

  Christine laughed as lightly as she could and wiggled her way back into his arms with the blanket over top of her.

  “I’ll probably fall asleep now,” Jake said. “It’s the typical male thing to do.”

  “Sleep is good.” It meant they didn’t have to talk, but even as she listened to his breath evening out, her mind raced. Should she have done that? Let him spank her? What were the repercussions? None. She’d never see him again after this. Oh God, had he given her a hickey? Just tell the parents she had a boyfriend in Florida. Easy explanation. And knowing her parents, they would politely ignore any evidence that their daughter was an adult.

  Finally Jake’s heat lulled her into drowsiness. Her body relaxed, which allowed her mind to do so as well. She just hoped she’d be able to sleep through until dawn and then pray someone would see the car and get help.

  * * * * *

  Weak sunlight filtered through the snow-free back window where there were a few bare spaces. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have known it was daytime. Jake’s mind immediately went back to the mind-blowing sex from the night before. He’d felt that connection, like falling into her mind, experiencing what she experienced. He didn’t know how to explain it because he’d never felt it before, but it fit with the lore of his kind.

  He’d found his mate.

  That was just too much for him to handle. The girl lived in Florida, for chrissakes. He had his son to think about. As far as he knew, his son was a hundred percent human and would never have to deal with changing at the moon, but he was young yet. Jake had to keep an eye on him, particularly at adolescence.

  It was all so complicated, his getting married before he understood the truth about himself, those long unexplained blackouts. Saron had said they’d lost track of him. His mother had run while she was pregnant, leaving the safety of the pack. They’d prayed that he was human instead of were since his mother was human, but they hadn’t been able to track him until his first change. Saron said he was a late bloomer for a were. They thought it was the blend of human and were that caused it.

  And last night for just a moment, he’d fallen into Christine’s mind.

  But she wasn’t second-natured. How could she be his mate?

  There was so much more Saron needed to explain to him but for now, they needed to focus on the mundane task of getting out of this snow bank. Novels often depicted werewolves with extra strength, even in human form, even without the full moon, but Jake’s strength only increased close to the full moon and not by much. He didn’t know if this was true of all werewolves or just those with human blood.

  Christine stirred. He combed the swath of hair on her forehead. “It’s morning.”

  She gasped as she opened her eyes. “It wasn’t a dream? Seriously, I thought it had to have been.”

  “Nope. All real. I’ve been debating whether our best chance is to hoof it down the road or concentrate on unburying the cab.”

  “We’ll get all wet if we move the snow. Perhaps it’s better to get moving and try to find some help? Maybe my cell phone will get a signal down the road a ways.”

  That made sense. Christine avoided his eyes as she bolted to the other side of the seat.

  “Do you have more layers in your suitcase? You should put them on.” It was okay that she didn’t want to talk about last night. His mind was quite a mess too. He was sane enough to know he needed to have some way to contact her after this. All these years, all the sex he’d had, and he’d never felt the mind-meld thing. He needed to talk to Saron, but he needed to keep track of Christine first.

  Walking in twenty-degree weather with wind whipping past his ears was a great way to clear his head. He adjusted his gait to allow for Christine’s shorter legs as they walked. No traffic. White everywhere they looked except for a strip of asphalt. Not even tire tracks and certainly no sign of a cell tower. The icy wind cut straight through their clothes but the movement kept them fairly warm.

  “Are you familiar with this area?” Jake asked, thinking how much he liked the city with its cell towers and civilization.

  “It looks so different in the snow and I’ve always been in a car. We’d passed Cold Spring, so the next town would be Beacon, I think, but I have no idea how far it is.”

  “No worries. We have plenty of daylight. So tell me more about Florida.”

  “Well, I live in the Orlando area—you know, Disney and Universal and all that—and am working in a tax office.”

  “Do you have a boyfriend down there?”

  She blushed. “No, or we wouldn’t have done what we…did.”

  “Dating anyone on and off?”

  “No, really haven’t had time.” She rubbed her gloves together rapidly. “My fingers are so cold.”

  “We’ll get there soon.”

  “But you don’t know where we’re going.”

  “Think positive.” He patted his bum, thinking it odd that his butt cheeks were the coldest extremities. “Do you have a cell number or email so I can talk to you again?” Should he have waited? Was he casual enough?

  She paused. “Let me think about that.”

  “Still feel like you don’t know me, huh?”

  “I know it might be stupid at this point.” She frowned.

  “Email’s relatively safe.”

  “True.” She fumbled with her purse. “I have a business card in here. Not that I have a business, but the company likes us to have these things.” She finally managed to separate one card from the stack by taking off her glove. She handed it to him, then slipped her glove back on and snapped her purse shut. “But no stalking me.”

  “Cross my heart.” Hmm, on second thought…he didn’t know how this mate thing worked. Did it entail stalking? Was it serious enough to warrant stalking? Maybe the mind meld meant nothing at all. One could only hope because how difficult would it be to pursue a relationship with someone who lived all the way down in Florida? He’d never give up the city and take his kid out of his school. Saron had already tried to get him to move to pack lands upstate. He couldn’t deal with the country.

  “Are we close enough for your parents to come get you?”

  “I’ll see. Dad has a four-by-four and usually has the chains on it this time of year.”

  “You’d think we’d see a plow too, any minute now.”

  “It is still the crack of dawn.”

  “All the more reason for a plow to be out here.”

  They walked on in silence with Christine periodically staring at the bars, or lack thereof, on her cell phone display. “How can there not be a cell tower out here?”

  “It’s the country.”

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p; “You know, I never thought of Orlando as particularly cosmopolitan, but at least I can get cell service!”

  And there was no traffic, but the sun had finally risen above the trees, not that it brought any warmth to the proceedings.

  “So where do you live? New Jersey?”

  “Manhattan, actually. I had a fare to Newark and figured I’d pick someone up there to go back into Manhattan.”

  “Not the Catskills?”

  “That hadn’t been the plan.” He glanced at Christine and for a moment glimpsed her face as it had been last night, flushed and sexy. “But I’m glad it worked out the way it did.”

  “Really? We’re still on foot in the middle of nowhere.”

  “Wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

  “Hey, I have two bars. I might be able to call my parents.”

  “How are you going to tell them where we are?”

  They rounded the bend and Christine pointed to the green mile marker. She dialed her dad and explained what had happened and where she thought they were. “He’s going to call the state troopers. He figures they’d know where on earth this mile marker is.”

  “Great.” But that meant his time with her was about to run out. She might chicken out on hooking up with him again before catching her flight back to Florida. He needed her to feel closer to him, so he did something he usually didn’t do. He made conversation, volunteering information about himself, like his favorite movie and the last book he read, without being asked. Christine responded warmly, easily. He wished he could get Dean to open up to him this way. Talking to his son was usually like pulling teeth.

  * * * * *

  It was so nice to be warm inside a police station. Jake was using Christine’s cell phone and the station phone book to get a tow truck to pull out his cab. Christine sipped coffee and reflected that her dad hadn’t sounded too panicked under the circumstances. Good thing she hadn’t spoken to her mother. Her hysterics might’ve run down her cell battery. What Christine was trying very hard not to think about was Jake and what he’d done to her last night. Why had she given him her business card anyway? Was she nuts? But she couldn’t get the sex and the spanking out of her mind and she wanted to do it again. She was glad they’d had time for a bit of casual conversation before the cops had found them by the mile marker. Knowing he listened to detective mysteries on audio in his cab between fares seemed more normal than knowing he liked a little bondage and discipline with his sex.