Release (23 page)

It was a strange feeling to have part of her body tingle with cold while Sean concentrated all his efforts on making another part burn. And as in all things Sean did, his maneuvers were breathtaking in their precision.

She whimpered in rising desperation as he continued to crack his palm against her bottom. He paused and ran his hand over her ass, massaging the cheeks and soothing the flesh. She moaned when she saw him transfer the crop to his right hand. He lifted it and her muscles tensed in anticipation. But instead of popping her bottom, he ran the square piece of leather all over her ass. For some reason, his actions drove her crazy with excitement. It took her a moment to realize she wiggled her bottom, wild to feel more of the leather against her skin.

He chuckled and swatted her. Genevieve gasped at the sharp burst of sensation. Her bottom prickled where he’d popped it. He slapped her again and again, until all the nerves in her ass tingled with a low-grade burn. She bit her lip to prevent crying out in wild arousal when she noticed in the reflection that he stroked his penis slowly, his eyes fixated on her bottom as he popped it repeatedly. When she whimpered in rising desperation, he glanced up and spread the hand that had fisted his cock over her ass.

“Hot,” he muttered thickly.

“Sean,”
she groaned. Her pussy felt drenched and enflamed. Her blood throbbed feverishly in her veins. The window pane no longer felt so cold. Her lust had prevailed, and the growing fire in her flesh heated the frigid glass.

His head came up. “What’s wrong? Is the glass too cold?”

She shook her head.

“Does your bottom hurt?”

Again, she shook her head.

In the glass, she thought she saw his handsome mouth tilt.

“Good, because I’m going to make your gorgeous ass even pinker.” He drew the crop back and swatted her several more times. The sharp cracking noise of leather against flesh made her vagina clench in agonized pleasure. A burning sensation plagued her clit. Genevieve thought she’d die at that moment if she didn’t get friction on the nerve-packed, hungry little piece of flesh. She saw that Sean continued to stroke his cock slowly as he slapped her and that knowledge only enflamed her lust.
She
wanted to touch him.

She bit her lip to prevent herself from begging him to let her caress and suck on his beautiful cock.

Maybe he sensed the rising tension in her muscles because he paused and stroked her bottom again, soothing the fiery flesh.

“It feels nice and hot,” he murmured.

She gasped when he raised his cock and rubbed the smooth head against one of her buttocks.

“Sean, stop teasing me, please.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered gruffly. Despite his words, he ran the fat, shapely cockhead along the crack of her ass. He grunted appreciatively. “I just had to feel some of that heat. You’re like hot silk, girl.”

Genevieve came very close to pushing herself off the glass door at that moment and refusing to play. But something about the reflection of the transfixed expression on Sean’s face as he slid the tip of his cock between her burning ass cheeks stopped her. She panted erratically as he buried the cockhead in her crack and palmed her buttocks, pressing the flesh around his burrowing cock. Her eyes went wide. He didn’t apply pressure, but the warm, steely head of his cock pressed directly against her asshole.

“Sean?
Please
.”

He looked up. He sent one hand between her thighs. Her cry of rising desperation mixed with his groan of satisfaction when he ran two fingers along her slick outer sex. His fingers were just a fraction of an inch away from her clit. All she could think about was Sean touching her . . . how good it would feel to gush in orgasm, to find relief from the fever that plagued her.

“You’re soaked. You’re killing me, girl.”

“I’m having a hard time feeling sorry for you,” she replied in a choked voice.

He backed away and his penis fell from the crack of her ass. Genevieve sighed in mixed relief and misery when he grasped her shoulders and pulled her off the glass.

“It’s a good thing it’s snowing out there, or the neighbors would be getting one hell of a show,” Genevieve muttered.

Sean laughed softly, but his amusement seemed strained this time. “Best for me not to think about how you would look from the other side of that door. Especially when I think about how you’re going to look in a second.”

“What?”

“Come over here,” he said as he urged her to the patio pane next to the sliding door. “This window is still nice and cold. Look what you did to that one.” Genevieve glanced at where he nodded. The heat of her body coming into contact with the cool glass had made moisture slick the pane. Sean smiled when he saw her eyes widen.

“Now we’re going to have to cool off your ass.” He leaned down and kissed her flaming cheek. “Not to mention that hot little pussy.”

Her gaze shot up to meet his steamy stare.

“You know what to do,” he murmured. “Bend over and spread your legs. Press your bottom next to the glass. While you cool off a little, I’ll work on warming up the cold parts.”

For a few seconds she just stared up at him. Her heartbeat throbbed in her ears. Why was she doing this? Why was she allowing him to turn her into someone she hardly recognized?

A lust-junkie.

She felt so excited at that moment, so alive, that she probably would have done anything to quench her raging desire. Sean’s blue eyes blazed with arousal as he looked down at her.

That’s why she did it, she realized with growing amazement. She craved that hot look in his eyes almost as much as she hungered for the blast of climactic oblivion. Some people might call that sick, but Genevieve accepted at that volatile moment that it was a personal truth she couldn’t deny.

Sean must have seen the shadow of doubt that crossed her face because he cupped her jaw in his palm.

“You’re not submitting to me, girl. You’re submitting to the truth . . . and I know how hard that is for you. There’s no room for shame here. Only us.”

She nodded once before she turned her back to the patio window. She bent over and pressed her ass to the cold windowpane.

“That’s right, girl,” Sean praised as he leaned over her. He put his hands on the upper curve of her buttocks. “But come forward, just for a second.”

When she came off the glass, he reached down, palming both her ass cheeks at once. He lifted. Her outer sex tingled as the tissues stretched slightly and were exposed to the cool air. “Now spread your legs farther and press your thighs to the glass.”

Genevieve struggled to do as he requested, but she was distracted by the fact that he parted her ass cheeks as he held them up. Wintry air off the glass hit the sensitive flesh deep inside the crevice between her buttocks.

He’s staring right at your asshole,
Genevieve thought with nervous excitement.

“Now lean back,” he instructed.

A spasm of mixed pleasure and discomfort went through her when she pressed back and her spread pussy came into contact with the glass. Her nerves seemed to zing and pop with the mixed message of hot arousal and bitter cold. Genevieve couldn’t help it. She pushed back harder, enjoying the hard pressure against her pussy and clit despite the frigidity of the temperature against her skin.

Sean chuckled as he slid his hands off her ass. He urged her back with a hand on her shoulder and she pressed her bottom fully against the glass as well.

“I’m surprised I didn’t hear any hissing and sizzling, you’re so hot.”

Genevieve moaned in unbearable excitement as his words penetrated her lust-befuddled brain. She squirmed against the cold, hard surface, getting pressure against her burning clit.

Sean cradled her jaw. His thumb swept over her cheek softly. “Jeez, you’re on fire, girl.” Genevieve glanced up to meet his gaze from her bent-over position. His cock was just inches from her face. She caught a whiff of his male musk and pressed her hips back more desperately against the glass. Sean’s fingers on her cheek went still, and Genevieve knew he’d noticed her stare on his erection.

She’d never been cock-crazy before. When she’d first seen Sean’s penis, though, she’d first understood the meaning of the term. The tapered, shapely cockhead drove her crazy. Just the sight of it made her mouth water. The thick rim below it felt sublime rubbing deep, secret flesh. She longed for the weight of it on her tongue.

As far as fellatio went, she’d always enjoyed it well enough. But when it came to Sean, her hunger stunned her. She recalled the erotic potency of sucking on him on that New Year’s Eve night while he watched her with fixed intensity.

“Let me suck it,” she whispered hoarsely.

“Genny,” he groaned. His feet moved on the carpet. His cock inched closer to her face. She whimpered when he dug his fingers into her hair, drawing the long strands away from her face. His cock lurched upward toward her spread lips and he groaned again.

She cried out in protest when he suddenly dropped to his knees in front of her. Both hands delved into her hair this time. He held her head steady while he ravaged her mouth with his own. Her heart swelled in her breast. It did something to her to know for a fact that despite his tightly leashed controls when it came to his lovemaking, on the inside, Sean raged as hot for her as she did him.

He released her hair, letting it fall in a curtain around their melded mouths. His hands cupped her suspended breasts. He began to finesse them with deliciously warm fingers. He broke their tempestuous kiss and whispered next to her ear, “You’re still cold. Your nipples are so hard.” She pressed her forehead to his and panted softly as his skilled hands massaged her sensitive flesh.

She gasped as he lightly pinched the stiff crests. Before she could find the breath to respond, he put his hands on her shoulders and raised her upper body several inches. He ducked below her.

“Brace yourself on my back,” he said, his warm breath striking a nipple. She barely had time to put her hands on his back, steadying herself, before he surrounded her chilled flesh in his hot mouth.

“Sean,” she hissed. Sensation overwhelmed her. He gave her nipple a wet lashing. When she groaned loudly, he softened his strokes, laving the sensitive flesh with a firm, sleek tongue.

Prickles of pleasure tore through her breast as Sean heated and agitated the chilled flesh with his mouth, and normal blood flow began to return. The sensation was so potent that she pressed her pussy against the pane of glass and wriggled her hips, stimulating her clit.

When he’d tormented and warmed one breast with his mouth and massaging palm, he turned his attention to the other. Genevieve gasped at the exquisite sensation of him enfolding the sensitive, chilled tip of her breast in his mouth. He suckled and stimulated the erect crest for what felt like an unbearable eternity. All the while, her pussy pressed against the window, warming the chilled window with her hot flesh.

She grew shameless . . . lost in pleasure. Her hips made tiny, tight gyrations against the glass pane. Her fingernails dug into Sean’s back muscles. He answered her desperation by sucking harder on her nipple, until her pleasure peaked.

But then his hot mouth was gone and he was standing again in front of her. He put his hands on her wiggling hips, stilling her clitoral stimulation against the glass.

She groaned in agony.

“Sean,” she pleaded raggedly as she panted.

“It’s okay,” he assured gruffly. He used one hand to push her hair out of her face, gently placing it behind her ears. “Put your hands on your thighs and thrust your chest out. That’s right,” he praised. “Show me your pretty breasts.” Her eyes widened when he raised the leather popper and ran it along the underside of a breast.

“Sean?” she murmured anxiously as he continued to run the slapper everywhere on her heaving breast but the distended nipple. The sensation was almost unbearably exciting, but she didn’t want to have her breasts
spanked
.

He ran his hand along her spine, soothing her. At the same time, he ran the leather popper over an erect nipple. Genevieve moaned when he began to stimulate the hypersensitive crest by moving the crop in a tight circle.

“I’ll do it gently, girl,” he said quietly as he stroked her spine, concentrating on the six inches just above the crack of her ass. The caress struck her as highly intimate, both exciting and relaxing her at once.
How does he always know just where to touch me, just what to say?
she wondered dazedly.

“And if you don’t like it, you just tell me to stop. That’s how we’ll always do it. Okay?” he prompted.

She nodded. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears when he brought back the crop and gently swatted the side of her breast. It didn’t hurt, but the whapping sound and the tingling sensation on her skin made her shift her hips against the cool glass. The pressure felt so good against her aching clit. She gasped when he popped the top of her breast, this time with a bit more force.

“Keep your ass still, girl,” he said, his voice warm but firm.

She whimpered in rising sexual desperation as he continued to gently slap her breasts and she forced herself to remain still, her stare fixed on the awesome sight of his jutting erection. She became highly focused on each little slap, wondering each time he landed one if he came closer to a straining nipple.

Her nipples pinched unbearably tight. She found herself craving that low-level sting to alleviate the sharp, prickling pain that plagued the sensitive flesh.

Her eyes trailed up Sean’s glorious, flame-gilded torso and fixed on his face. He looked so focused, and yet mesmerized, as well, as he watched the crop landing on her trembling breasts. She made a choked noise in her throat when the slapper came within a hairs-breadth of a pointed tip.

He glanced at her and their gazes melded.

“Please,” she mouthed.