IcySeduction (3 page)

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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.

He handed her back her phone and sat down next to her on the
hard plastic bench. “They’re going to come here and pick me up. Then we’ll go
get the car. The shop is about a mile up the road. When’s your dad getting
here?”

“He said half an hour.”

“Can you get him to drive you to the shop—it’s called Joe’s—to
get your luggage? We might be longer than half an hour.”

She nodded. “I’ll wait.” She bit her nail, realized what she
was doing, and shoved her hand back in her lap. “I’m wondering…um…maybe we
could hook up on my way back through Newark? Is that crazy?”

“It’s not crazy. Will you have any time?”

“Well, my friend Rita lives in Manhattan. Maybe I’ll just
tell the parents I wanted to meet with her before my flight. Not that I need my
parents’ permission, but explaining that I was going to see a cabby I just
slept with…well, that would cause unneeded worry.”

Jake grinned. “I can certainly see your point of view there.”

He left and Christine once again found herself fantasizing
about their time in the back of the cab. She greeted her dad when he arrived
and tried to put it out of her mind. Then she saw Jake again at the garage and
felt really weird with her dad there. She should just forget the whole thing.
Jake slipped her a card with his number on it. “In case you have time,” he
said, but Christine was already thinking it was a bad idea. Being around her
dad seemed to ground some sense back into her. But all weekend, long after she’d
gotten home and done the holiday thing, she remembered Jake spanking her and
talking about tying her up, and she couldn’t get out of her head the fantasy of
taking that further. The closer she got to her return trip, the more she
relived the memory of touching Jake and feeling him inside her. She decided to
take a bus back to Newark, then call Jake. Maybe he’d changed his mind.

“Can you come into Manhattan, then? I can pick you up at
Port Authority.”

“What about your son?”

“He’s staying at a friend’s for the day.”

“Okay.”

Another bus and more time to think she was totally crazy to
be doing this. When she got to Port Authority, she realized it was a much
bigger place than she’d thought. Most likely Jake would have his cab out front
with the rest of the cabs, so she headed there. Like twenty cabs were in front
of the building, all looking much the same. She stood there biting her nail and
wondering how to narrow it down as pedestrians on the sidewalk buffered around
her. A horn honked and a man got out of one of the cabs.

“Christine!”

Oh thank God. She rushed in Jake’s direction, suitcase in
tow. He came around the cab and helped her with the suitcase. Then she wondered
whether to sit in the front because she knew him or in the back, traditional
with cabbies. These were the sort of things that drove her nuts, little worries
that she had no control over.

“Sit up front. What time’s your flight?”

“Nine forty.”

“We’ll have to leave enough time to get through the tunnel.”

“Yeah, missing my flight would not be good.”

“You’re nervous, aren’t you?”

“Um, how can you tell?”

He chuckled. “You’re biting your nail and fidgeting.”

“Sorry. This isn’t usually like me.”

“The nervousness or going off with a guy you just met?”

“The latter.”

“My apartment’s a real hole in the wall.”

“That’s okay.”

The place was on the Upper West Side and had a buzzer system
to keep out strangers. The exterior of the building was white brick with a
freshly painted interior. He was on the sixth floor.

“Here it is. It’s considered a two bedroom, but my son’s
room is more like a closet by non-New York standards.” He gestured at the
closed door on the right as they passed the kitchen, barely big enough to stand
in, on the left. The living room had a couch, a beanbag, a flat screen TV and a
little desk area near the pass-through. “My bedroom’s over there.” That door
was open a crack but she couldn’t see inside it. “Would you like something to
drink?”

“Sure.”

“Wine or beer or soda?”

“Um, wine sounds good.”

A glass and a half later and she had a nice little buzz. “This
should make flying easier.” She patted the arm of the faux suede sofa, reveling
in its texture.

“Don’t worry. It’ll wear off.”

“What if I don’t want it to?”

“Then there’s more on the plane.” He grinned. “I feel as if
I should say something romantic but I can’t think of a thing.”

“That’s okay.”

“Kiss me anyway?”

And the kiss rocked her to her toes. It was gentle but hot,
inviting yet restrained. He was letting her set the pace. It was very different
than being trapped in a car with him. Here she could leave at any time. Here
she was making a definite choice. She opened her mouth and let his tongue
inside. Hot, wet. He palmed her breast and she sighed into his mouth. His thumb
flicked her nipple through the cotton shirt and lace bra. It made her think
about the back of the cab when he spanked her. Did she want him to do more of
that? Spanking her? Dominating her? Just the thought of it caused her breathing
to hitch. Should she tell him what she was thinking about? Would he think her
insane?

He pinched her nipple, still through the layers of fabric.
It felt good. She thrust her tongue deep into his mouth and thought about him
fucking her.

“I can tie you up,” he said as if he were reading her mind. “Tie
you up and spank you.”

“But you’re enough for me without that.”

“But you want it, right? You’re thinking about it?”

Should she admit the truth? Maybe she really was a deviant.
But she was getting on a plane. She’d never see him again. Maybe she should
face her desires.

“I’ll tie your wrists with silk,” he whispered. His voice
was husky and deep. It reverberated through her core. Was it his words, or just
the sound, or the tickle of his breath on her cheek? “I’ll pull your panties
down, bend you over my knee and spank your pink bottom.”

Why were those words turning her on even more? She was crazy.

“I’ll bind your mouth with a gag and blindfold your eyes.
Then touch you where you least expect it.”

Christine bit her lip. “What if I want to stop? If I change
my mind?”

“Then we’ll stop, no matter how far it’s gone. Have you
heard of safe words?”

“I think on TV once.”

“When you call your safe word, everything stops, no
questions asked. But for this time, you say stop, I stop. No special word
needed.”

“Should we go to your bedroom?”

He took her hand and tugged her through the doorway. He had
a king-size bed with brass posts. There were a couple of framed pictures on the
wall. They seemed to be school pictures of a boy who looked a lot like Jake. He
must be his son.

“Let me show you what I have. If you freak out, no harm
done.” He opened the top drawer of his dresser. Underneath a layer of white
t-shirts, he unearthed a few lengths of silk cord, a pair of handcuffs, a scary
looking vibrator and something with leather strips on the end.

She pointed to it. “What’s this?”

“A flogger.”

“You’re really into this stuff?”

“Not into the scene, if that’s what you mean. I just have
these fantasies.”

“Show me that vibrator.” Christine tried to sound braver
than she felt.

“Look, it rotates against the G-spot and this part vibrates
against your clit.”

“And you use that once you tie me up?”

“If you want.”

“Kiss me again.”

He leaned in and kissed her, lips smooth, gentle, and
Christine had this deep intuitive feeling she could trust him. She placed her
hand on his chest and admired his pecs. This man worked out. She wanted his
shirt off, so she unbuttoned it. Then her hands were all over his chest, really
enjoying the texture. He pulled her closer so the lower half of her body
connected with his. He was hard and she liked it.

“I’ll do it,” she said.

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Strip down to your underwear.”

She wore a silk-front thong and a lace bra. The room was
nice and warm, so she couldn’t explain the goose bumps on her skin. He pulled
down the comforter on the bed, revealing beige sateen sheets.

“Lie back and I’ll tie you up.”

Was it the ropes that turned him on? Seeing her helpless on
the bed? Being in total control? Oddly enough, it was the loss of control that
turned her on. He tied her wrists to the metal posts, and used longer ropes to
keep her legs wide open. She was comfortable on the pillow with her arms
outstretched, but she felt vulnerable, especially with the cool air touching
her inner thighs.

“I’m going to blindfold you too.”

She nodded, ignoring the twinge of trepidation in her
stomach. He pulled a handkerchief out of the drawer, folded it and soon her
vision was blocked. Then the slow, exquisite torture began. At first, he kept
the fabric of her underwear as it was, flicking her nipples through the bra,
rubbing his thumb along the silk triangle of the thong. Christine wiggled a
little. She couldn’t help it. He leaned in and sucked her breast through the
fabric. There was something erotic about that. Then he moved away. She couldn’t
tell to where until his warm tongue licked the silk of her panties. She gasped.
Nice. This was very nice. He moved away again. Then she heard a strange sound.
She wasn’t sure what it was until he laid the object against her stomach. It
was the vibrator whirring. The vibrator moved lower and lower on her stomach,
over her mound, against her clit. Then he fingered the fabric out of the way
and touched her hole.

Jake watched Christine squirm as he pushed the vibrator into
her a millimeter at a time. She lifted her hips, trying to make him speed up
the process, but he pulled back each time to tease her. He loved seeing her
spread out in front of him, the bra and thong enticing and sexy. They were
going to come off soon, but he liked taking his time. She was incredibly wet,
her own juices lubricating the vibrator. His cock had hardened as soon as she’d
obeyed his command to strip. He had no idea why the bondage and spanking turned
him on so much, and he was sure Christine had no idea either. Perhaps just the
fact that it was taboo.

He’d tried a couple of different fetish clubs after he’d
broken up with his wife. He’d decided to be dominated first so that he would
know what it felt like. The dominatrix wore a sexy leather dress and stockings
with the garter visible. She’d put a black hood over his head and face and slipped
his hands through cuffs attached to a chain secured to the ceiling. Then she’d
alternated between pleasure and pain, sucking him off then flogging his ass. He’d
loved every second of it but for his second visit, he wanted to dominate. The
tiny woman who agreed to be his sub had followed his command to bend over his
knee and lift her skirt so that he could spank her bare butt. After each swat
she’d said, “Thank you, Master.” He touched between her legs to see if this was
really turning her on. It was. He touched her intimately, but he never let her
come. She sucked him and he came embarrassingly fast and she swallowed
everything.

That experiment had fueled his fantasies for some time, but
he wasn’t someone who enjoyed playing with different strangers. He wanted to
concentrate on one woman who trusted him completely. He thought Christine very
brave because she was trusting him with her body though she’d known him such a
short time, and she was trusting him with her desire, opening up to a whole new
world of eroticism.

“Please. Please, I want to feel it deep inside me.”

He lifted the vibrator away from her skin. “Beg me.”

“I beg you. Please fuck me with the vibrator. I need you to.”

He adjusted his dick because it was uncomfortably hard in
his pants. He wanted to ram himself inside her but that would defeat the
purpose—teaching her about her own desires. He touched the vibrator to her clit
again and upped the vibration, which upped the volume of the tool as well. This
time he didn’t stop with the tip. He eased it down her passage and adjusted the
little arm to vibrate on her clit at the same. She moaned and moved her hips,
so he shoved the tool deeper until he knew the rotating beads were hitting the
right spot. Her moan turned into a keening and he knew she was close to coming.

He withdrew.

“No, don’t stop!”

“I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“Just a sec.” He sprinted to the kitchen to the utensil
drawer, finding a pair of kitchen shears. He returned and snipped off her
underwear. She gasped.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to see all of you.” He snipped her bra off as well,
freeing her breasts. The dark areolas drew his eye like ripe berries. Her
breasts had flattened and spread out a bit because of her position. They were
plump without being big. The air touched her nipples and hardened them. He
leaned over and licked one, slowly, all the way around, then he switched to the
other one. He imagined the wetness made the exposure to the air a little more
intense.

“Please, I need more.”

“Say Master. Beg me as your master.”

“Please, Master, I beg you to pleasure me. I beg you, please
make me come, Master.”

* * * * *

Christine thought calling him master would seem silly and
somewhat shameful. Instead, she knew it was right when she was tied up like
this. She loved that he teased her and ordered her to do things like beg. Her
nipples were achingly stiff, the cool air and the wetness sensitizing them more
than before. She’d panicked a bit when she heard the scissors and when she
realized he’d cut her pretty bra and thong from her body. She couldn’t have
stopped him if she’d wanted to. Why did that so completely turn her on?

“You will only come when I give you permission, do you
understand?” His sexy voice had gone lower, sending shivers up her spine.

“Yes, Master.” But it was driving her crazy, as if she was
winding tighter and tighter with no promise of release.

Suddenly she felt something swat her breasts, stinging her
skin. The strips slipped gently across her breasts then swatted her again, a
bit harder. It was the flogger she’d seen earlier. The swat hit her inner
thighs next. Another swat, harder, then the trailing strips of leather. She
knew the next strike was hard enough to turn her skin bright pink. He lifted
her hips and tipped her onto her side as far as she could go with her ankles
and wrists bound. She knew where the next swat would be—her ass. What she hadn’t
expected was how hard it would be. “Ouch!”

“Shh, I don’t want to hear another word from you, unless it
is to beg me for more.”

He struck her again, then slid his hand across her ass
soothingly. He alternated strikes with light touches. She was nervous because
she really hadn’t known him that long and she was trusting him to eventually
let her go. It had helped to see his son’s school pictures on the wall, plus
her dad had met him. The thing was, the uncertainty was a huge turn-on.

Christine obeyed Jake’s command to remain silent. Her butt
had to be quite rosy by now. Every swat sent a jolt through her pleasure
centers. How could this be so erotic to her? How could she get off on pain? He
struck her and struck her and she lost herself in the present moment. All her
fear went away. Every thought went away, every worry. She never wanted him to
stop. It was no longer about sex. It was almost spiritual. When he stopped, she
could have died. He rolled her onto her back once again.

“Wow.” Jake sounded shocked. “I’ve never flogged someone
like that before. Anyone else would’ve freaked if I tried, but you didn’t tell
me to stop or go lighter. You really liked it, didn’t you?”

“It’s like being jolted out of a trance when you stopped.
Only now does my butt feel sore.” She smiled, and she knew she had to look very
relaxed and dreamy.

“I’m going to fuck you now, as hard as I want.”

“Yes, Master.”

* * * * *

He had never been so hard in his life, even at the BDSM
clubs. He was leaking into his underwear. He undid his jeans and pushed them
down with shaking hands. His dick was so sensitized that the touch of the air
startled him. He circled his dick with his fingers, feeling as if he needed to
ease himself with small touches before he gave in to his one desire. He had to
have her. Her mind had become more open to him as she fell into a trance state.
He was with her mentally as she reached nirvana, something he’d never felt in
his life. It had taken all his strength to break out of the trance himself, and
when he had, he’d wanted to be inside her physically to make up for the lack.
Her legs were spread before him, asking for him. Her thighs were still a bit
pink. God, she’d let him go on and on. He’d stopped worrying about hurting her
too much, though he’d kept the strokes even and not too hard. This was further
than he’d ever gone. The word “Master” on her lips was the same as her mouth
around his dick. It rocked his world. For one moment, he thought he wanted to
keep her this way, to have her be his slave and obey his every command, but
then he felt guilty. He would never take away her free will. He wanted her to
want the punishment.

He slipped on a condom and climbed between her legs, the
mattress lowering from his weight. As soon as his thighs touched hers, she
moaned. “Oh God, fuck me. I beg you, Master, fuck me hard.”

“How hard?”

“As hard as you can. I want to feel you deep inside me and I
want you to feel as much pleasure as possible.”

He entered her in one swift stroke, all the way to the hilt.
Oh man, she was extremely wet, waiting for him. Her muscles contracted around
his cock as he withdrew and rammed with his own rhythm, hard and fast, hard and
fast. He didn’t think about her pleasure, just his own, but her moans told him
she was enjoying every minute of it. God, he couldn’t hold out a second longer.
His release shook him to the core and she rocked with him, shouting out, her
muscles squeezing spastically.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” she said in between hard breaths. “Oh
my God, I’ve never come so hard in my life.”

“You’re going to crave it now.”

“I know, and that scares me.”

“It scares me too. Insanely.” Because she was going back to
Florida, miles and miles away from him. This was the first time he felt trapped
by his responsibility to his son. He couldn’t have this kind of sex when Dean
was in the apartment, and he couldn’t have Christine while he was in New York.
Yeah, it scared him because he didn’t think he could live without doing this
again.

After he untied Christine, he told her to lie on her stomach
so he could rub some baby oil on her butt.

She laughed. “That’s not necessary.”

“No, seriously. I want to make sure you’re okay.” She
consented and he slowly massaged the oil onto her pink skin. Of course, he was
starting to get hard again, but she had a plane to catch. “How does that feel?”

“Nice.”

“Think you’ll be able to sit on the plane for a couple
hours?”

“Ooh, hadn’t thought about that.” She rolled over and sat
up. “But I think I’ll be okay.”

* * * * *

He drove Christine to the airport. It was a bit of a drive
to Newark, so they talked a little about common things like TV and movies. She
enjoyed a wide range of genres, from stupid comedy to deep artsy films, from
sweet family shows to the latest edgy cable show. He wasn’t that fond of artsy
films. He liked movies that made him laugh and where he didn’t have to think
too hard, not because he thought the meaning would go over his head but because
he didn’t want to deal with meaning when chilling in front of the TV.

She rode up with him in the front seat, which felt odd since
he was so used to his fares sitting in the back. They held hands except when driving
was too complicated, like the stop-and-go in the tunnel. They didn’t discuss
what had happened in his bedroom but the tension hung between them. He recited
street names in his head to keep from getting hard. When he dropped her off at
the terminal, she pecked him on the cheek. She promised to find him on
Facebook, but he certainly couldn’t post on her timeline. He watched her
gorgeous ass within tight jeans as she disappeared into the terminal. Then he
closed his eyes, lost in the memory of that afternoon, and didn’t even try to
get rid of his hard-on.

Someone opened the back door to his cab. “We’d like to go to
Grand Central, please.” It was a nicely dressed older man and his wife. Their
clothes and their airs suggested money.

“Gotcha.” As long as they were belted in the back, they
wouldn’t see the tent in his pants. They talked about where they were from,
Chicago, and what to see in New York, until he finally pulled up in front of
Grand Central Station. He helped them with their luggage and climbed back into
his cab. This time he made sure to turn on the “Not In Service” light. From
there he drove around until he found a fairly deserted street, not wanting to
take the time to go back to his apartment and risk running into Dean. He double-parked,
unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-erect cock. He touched it lightly at
first, picturing Christine’s body after he’d cut off her panties and bra. Next
time he would gag her as well. He pictured her face, blindfolded and gagged,
enough to make precum appear on the head of his cock. He gripped his cock
firmly in his hand and stroked, slow, slow. Then he pictured her red butt as he’d
flogged her. The sound as she came, the shudders of her body after release. He
moved his hand harder and faster. Someone was walking toward him on the street,
but he didn’t stop. The walker drew level, glanced at him and continued
walking. God, Jake needed to get back to work, pick up some fares, but he had
to jerk off first. His right hand slid up and down with little squeezes while
he lowered his left hand to his balls. They were quite warm with pubic hair all
touching his wrist as he lifted and played with them.

“God!” he grunted and looked down at his moving hand, his
flushed cock, the glistening on the tip. There would be no way to keep the cum
off his clothes unless he caught it in his hand. He imagined being in a movie
theater with Christine and ordering her to suck him off during the movie. Oh
God, he had to have her again. He had to work out his fantasies with her. He
had to redden her bottom while her arms were stretched upward by a chain
attached to the ceiling. He had to shove toys in every orifice of her body, her
ass, her cunt, her mouth, so that she knew she was his.

He came, shouting loud enough that a lady coming out of a
nearby building looked over at him. He knew she could tell what he was doing,
because her face reddened before she turned and walked the other way. His hand
filled with hot cum, which he used to lubricate his dick as he squeezed out every
bit of pleasure.

“Holy fuckin’ shit.” Would the fantasy of her sustain him
until he saw her again? Would he see her again? And, God, should he be scared
of the things he wanted to do to her?

* * * * *

Christine dashed into the airport bathroom. A woman was
drying her hands, then left with her purse and carry-on bag. No one else in
there. Christine closed herself in one of the stalls and unzipped and pulled
down her pants as if she was going to the bathroom. But that wasn’t what she
had in mind. Since all she could think about was Jake and the things they’d
done together—her sore ass a not-so-subtle reminder—she had to touch herself or
go mad. She again felt the silky blindfold on her face as she closed her eyes.
The bathroom stall bounced sound around in an odd way, so she tried not to make
any noise no matter how good it felt to fantasize about him. She glided her
middle finger along her slit, sliding the folds open. She pressed on the hood
of her clit and started a circling motion.