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On a friendlier note, this is continuing on from "Cyber X." For continuity purposes, you may want to read that first. This is part three of the "Three Way Calling" series.

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Three Way Calling

Part Three

Interlude - Jean's Punishment.

A million thoughts rushed through Scott Summers' head as the plane docked at the gate. He sincerely hoped there were no telepaths on the flight, as most of his thoughts were centered around one woman and what he was planning to do to her.
He'd spent the entire flight, from Berlin to New York, thinking about the things that he'd learned about his wife since he'd been away. Then somewhere over the Atlantic he'd made a resolution.

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Jean stood at the gate. She didn't watch intently, waiting to see her husband emerge. Instead, she let her telepathic senses float gently over the crowd, beyond the security stations and into arrivals. Finally, she sensed Scott, his mild apprehension as he waited to be cleared and let through customs. A wild array of emotions bloomed in her heart now she knew he was almost to her.

She looked up to find him approaching her, wheeling a luggage trolley laden down with his bags and equipment. She moved to embrace him. They held each other for several moments, without seeming to speak. She reached out to him with her mind.

*Scott...*

*I've missed you, Jean*

*I'm so glad you're back. I know some things have happened since you've been gone...*

*Shh, my love. Let's not talk about it now. I just want to hold you...*

She pressed her slender body to his muscular chest, thrilling in the sensation of his strong arms embracing her. He buried his face in her long flame-red hair, breathing in her gentle feminine scent. He slipped his arm around her waist as they moved off, out of the terminal to the car that was waiting to take them home.

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The rain beat down violently as they headed towards Salem Center. Jean had slowed down to little more than a crawl, as Scott rested from his long flight. She gently brushed her mind over his, wondering what he was thinking so silently about. She found herself prominently on his mind, but she was swirling there amidst conflicting emotions and abstract ideas. He looked out at the road. The heavy rain was beginning to turn into hail. He couldn't see more than half a car length ahead of them. He knew Jean had to be using her telepathy, and possibly even her telekinesis to traverse the dangerous conditions.

"Maybe we should pull over and see if this passes?" Scott wondered aloud.

"Where's Storm when you need her" Jean joked.

Jean pulled as far onto the shoulder as she could, hitting the hazard lights as they waited in the zero-visibility weather. She rested back against her seat, struggling against her urge to slip into his mind and test the waters. She glanced over at him, studying the shadows on his handsome face, his eyes hidden by his ruby quartz visor.

The amicable silence was making her uncomfortable, and the guilt she had been feeling the past week was pressing inside her belly like a heavy stone.

*Scott...?*

His mind and emotions stirred, as he knew naturally what she wanted to talk about. Jean could feel doubt and embarrassment wash over him, then resolve set in. He let her into his thoughts.

*Jean, I'm sorry about that trick I played on you. It was a stupid, mean thing to do. I thought I was being really clever.*

*That was my fault. I should have been more... conscientious.*

Scott shook his head and looked over to her. He spoke aloud.

"You were just playing around. I set you up for a fall because I wanted to know if I could still trust you."

"It didn't seem like a big deal. You know, doing things over the computer. But Scott, Logan and I have never really..."

"I know. I do trust you. Really, it ended up being a test for my own self. It was a wake up call. I started to wonder if I'm giving you everything you need."

He looked at her. She frowned, studying the wild weather outside.

"I don't think I am. And I want to change that before I screw things up for good."

Scott took a deep steadying breath.

"It's hard for me to admit when I'm wrong. And it's hard for me to be... humble. But... maybe wisdom is coming with age..." He gave her a wry smile. "But I've come to realize I've been pushing it. And... I want to try harder for you. I want you to be more than just contented."

*You always give me everything I need,* she whispered into his mind.

"You always tell me that. And I know you've justified it by telling yourself that what I lack in creativity, I make up for in intensity. It's not enough. You're at your peak. I'm just lucky you haven't gone searching for greener pastures..."

"I would never..."

"I know. That's why I've made a resolution. I want to satisfy your every sexual need. Your desires, your fantasies, I want you to share them with me. I don't want you to be embarrassed about anything you want. I want to you be fulfilled..."

Jean smiled and chuckled lightly. "That's quite a resolution. But you better be careful what you wish for..."

"Bring it on. I'll do anything for you. I'll... try... anything, if it's to please you..."

"Scott, you're putting an awful lot of pressure on yourself..."

"No. It's not pressure if it's for your pleasure. I think it will bring us closer together."

Scott leaned over and drew Jean into his arms. He held her silently for several moments. Jean knew Scott felt as though a weight had been lifted from his chest, and she shared the feeling. She pulled away from him slightly, stopping to stroke his face with her fingertips. She sat back and undid her seat belt, then wriggled forward on the seat. She shrugged her jacket off, and dropped it to the floorboard of the car, then pulled her sweater up over her head. Scott sat back and watched her, fascinated. She leaned back in the seat and stretched out her legs, kicking off her shoes then squirming out of her jeans. She pulled her panties off and shoved them onto the floor. She turned back to Scott and unhooked her bra. She dangled it in front of his face, then threw it over his shoulder. She reached down and pulled the seat lever, scooting the seat forward. Scott watched her as she climbed up out of the seat, squeezing into the back, her naked rear inches from him. She sprawled brazenly on the back seat, then beckoned to him.

"C'mon, Summers. We've got some time to kill..."

A slow, wicked grin spread across Scott's face. He sat silently for a moment, just looking at her. He felt her mind brush gently against his, as Jean wondered what he was waiting for.

"Oh no. You don't get things that easy." He told her. Jean looked at him, curious.

"That resolution I made; it doesn't come into effect until tomorrow. Tonight... we have some other matters to clear up... There's the business of punishment for your little Internet indiscretion..."

Though it was dark in the backseat, Scott saw Jean roll her eyes.

"I thought we were past that. I apologized, you apologized..." She told him.

Scott slowly shook his head.

"You know you have it coming. You told me yourself that you'd be in a little hot water when I got back. Well, here I am."

Jean smiled. "I see... this is all part of your plan. All right. We'll get this out of your system, then tomorrow, we can turn over a new leaf..."

"Exactly."

"So. What's it to be then?" Jean challenged him. She drew her knees together and folded her hands in her lap, then looked expectantly at him.

"Up on your knees, face the back of the car" Scott instructed. Jean complied, moving onto her knees on the backseat. Scott reached for his backpack, and pulled it onto the seat next to him. He began to rifle through it. He felt Jean's mind press delicately against his, try to glean what he was up to. Carefully, he pushed it away, wanting to surprise her.

"Reach up and take hold of the passenger handholds" he told her.

She stretched her arms out, gripping the handles on either side of the backseat roof. She had to stoop a little, head down and shoulders forward, to not bump into the ceiling of the car. Scott squeezed into the back, then reached up and swiftly caught her wrists in the handcuffs he'd carefully smuggled through customs. Jean startled slightly as he fastened each shackle to the hand holds either side.

Jean tested each handcuff carefully, finding she was firmly secured to the car. Scott knew she could easily remove the cuffs with her telekinesis, or possibly even by sheer brute strength, but he knew she wouldn't.

"Well, Mister Summers. It's not like you to tie a girl up..."

"I know. And if you think that's kinky, wait ‘til you see what else I have planned..." He murmured. He reached up and ran his fingers over her bare back, up her spine to her shoulder blades, then back down again to her buttocks. He fondled her bare ass gently, then moved his hands up and around to her belly. He caressed her stomach and navel, then moved up to her breasts. He rubbed his palms over her nipples, firming them up, then cupped her breasts in his hands. He squeezed and massaged them gently with his large strong hands. Jean moaned lightly.

"It feels so good to have your hand on me again." She whispered

Scott stayed silent and continued to stroke her breasts. He slid his hands down her body, and brushed his fingertips over her mound. He moved his fingers away from her sex and caressed her thighs. He rubbed firmly, pressing his fingers into her loins. Jean moaned and leaned back against him.

"I hope you're planning to punish me with sex, because I could really do with having your cock inside me," she moaned.

Scott moved his hands away from her body and she sighed slightly.

"This isn't for your enjoyment" he told her. Jean looked coyly at him over her shoulder.

"Could have fooled me" she murmured.

Scott reached around into his bag and pulled out more contraband for her punishment. He rubbed the slim leather riding crop against Jean's ass. Jean moved away from him slightly.

"You're gonna whip me?" she asked, obviously surprised.

Scott was silent. He reached down and moved Jean's bent knees further apart, then pushed her hips against the back of the seat. He leaned back against the folded front passenger seat, and planted his left hand firmly in the center of Jean's back, holding her against the seat. He wielded the riding crop in his right hand, then carefully smacked her across the ass with it. She flinched slightly, but didn't cry out. Scott ran his fingers over her buttocks, and found a long thin welt beginning to emerge. He pressed her into the seat, then whipped her again. He repeated the action until she began to moan quietly with each stroke. He stopped to examine the slight damaged he had inflicted on her tight rear. Small raised welts were beginning to appear, but he hadn't hit her hard enough to break the skin.

He started up again, this time aiming for her upper thighs. Jean cried out sharply as the crop smacked against her tender skin. Scott stopped, and Jean hunched forward, bracing herself against the seat back. Her shoulders heaved, and perspiration was beginning to glisten on her skin. He ran the crop over the new welts on her thighs, and leaned in to listen as she gasped and moaned; not from agony, but from pleasure. He felt her confusion press against his mind. She was aroused by the pain he was inflicting upon her, but frightened by the idea of giving into it.

"I can't believe you're doing this to me." Jean whispered, her voice unsteady.

"Do you like it?" Scott asked her.

Jean struggled to answer. Scott smacked her again; She moaned and pulled away from him. He stroked the riding crop against her thighs, teasing it closer to her mound. She sighed and wriggled, trying to inch it closer to her sensitive spot. Scott pulled it away and smacked her thighs. He moved his hips towards her, and pressed his crotch against the small of her back.

He suddenly realized how aroused he'd become. His erection was straining against his pants. He could feel it beginning to throb. He relented from giving Jean her lashes, and reached down to free it. He rubbed his hard tool against Jean's back. She whimpered and pressed against him. He moved it down between her legs and stroked it against her. He could feel the wetness and heat of her sex. She thrust her hips backwards, spreading her thighs far apart in anticipation of him entering her. He continued to rub it against her, teasing her nub. Her breathing was getting tighter.

"Oh Scott," she moaned. "Please, baby. I want it. I've been so bad. I want you to punish me. Please fuck me. I'm so close..."

Scott laughed wickedly. "You want to be punished?"

"Please..." Jean cried. "All right" he told her.

He moved his cock away from her and smacked her ass again with the riding crop. His dick was throbbing hard. He pressed it against the small of her back, rubbing it against her as he continued to punish her ass.

"No!" she cried.

Scott laughed as he began to come.

"You said you wanted to be punished..." He laughed. His cock jerked and he came as he rubbed against her back. He continued to smack her with the crop while he held her hips firmly to him with his free hand. He grunted with exertion as he spilled his seed over her smooth skin. Jean lay motionless against the seat back. Scott slowed down as his orgasm subsided. He threw the riding crop aside, and held her hips with both hands. He slumped back slightly, satisfied, and began tracing his fingertips over the welts on her tender rear. Jean moaned, a mixture of discomfort and longing.

"Does it hurt?" Scott asked. Jean nodded, silent.

"Good." Scott whispered. "You bore that well. I'm proud of you. Do you want me to sooth you?"

"Yes" Jean whispered.

Scott reached around on the floor, looking for the box of tissues Jean had thrown there earlier. He grabbed a handful and started cleaning the mess he'd made on her back. Jean moaned as he brushed the tissues over her wounded flesh. Scott crumpled the tissues and threw them aside.

"Maybe this will feel good." he whispered, as he gently started to massage his fluid into her inflamed skin.

"Scott! Don't!" Jean complained.

"There's a lot of protein in it." Scott argued. "It's just like skin cream."

"No it's not" Jean argued hotly.

"Well, too bad." He told her. His fingers found their way down her back and over her buttocks to her thighs. Jean moaned as he touched the welts there.

He moved his fingers to the soft smooth flesh between her upper thighs. He could feel how wet she was. She sighed, getting aroused again by his fingers. He stroked her lightly, letting his fingers brush over her nub. He felt her press against his mind again, her desire intense, almost desperate. She was trying to influence him, sway him subconsciously into satisfying her. He pushed back, not willing to surrender to her sexual will. He continued to touch her softly. She groaned, desperate for more, her climax slowly building. She tried to rub against him, so he moved his fingers out of her reach. She strained against her bonds, trying to inch closer to satisfaction.

"Scott, please. It's cruel teasing me like this. Just do it. So help me..."

"Do you need to be touched?" he taunted.

"You know I do. Please. I'll do anything..."

"Do you want to touch yourself? If you could get one hand free, is that what you'd do?"

"Yes! If you won't do it, I'll go back to doing it myself!" she snarled.

Scott laughed. "I want to watch. I want to watch you touch yourself." He fished around in his pocket for the keys. He unlocked the handcuff holding Jean's right wrist. Jean groaned as she stretched her aching arm, but she didn't try to slug him, as he'd expected.

"Turn around to face me" he ordered her.

Jean turned her left wrist awkwardly, still handcuffed on that side. She moved around and sat in the corner of the back seat, and turned her body to face Scott, who sat in the opposite corner. She looked at him, hesitant to start.

"Go on." he urged.

"I want you to touch me. I've had to satisfy myself for weeks while you've been gone. I don't want to have to do it anymore..."

"I want to watch you. I want to see what you do." Scott admitted.

Jean thought about it for a moment. She reached down and stroked her fingers across her thighs. She worked her way slowly towards her sex. She was already highly aroused, and moaned as she began to touch herself. Scott watched her, fascinated. She touched herself firmly; stroking the small folds of skin nestled between her thighs. She moved her fingertips to her nub, and began to focus on it. Scott could feel his arousal stir again as he watched her pleasure herself. She rested her head back, her eyelids partly closed, as she watch him studying her. She began to stroke more enthusiastically as her climax neared, moaning involuntarily. Scott was hard again just watching her, and Jean stared at his engorged cock, desperate to feel it inside her. She moved her hips towards him as she stroked herself closer. Scott sighed and moved to her. Roughly, he pushed two fingers inside her silky, wet sex. Jean moaned with delight at the sensation. He worked with her rhythm, feeling her smooth muscles tighten as she began to come. She kept her own fingers pressed to her nub as Scott stimulated her inside.

She trembled and moaned, watching his face intently as she came. She mumbled his name, dizzy with satisfaction. She slumped forward onto his shoulders as she recovered. He held her to his chest for a moment, before reaching up to unlock her other wrist from its shackle. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. She reached down and grasped his firm cock, which was rubbing invitingly against her. She pulled away from him slightly and brought her face down, kissing the tip of it.

"Did you like watching?" Jean asked as she teased her tongue around the swollen end.

Scott moaned in appreciation, lost in the sensation of her mouth on him.

"Do you want me to help you with this?" Jean asked innocently.

"Yes, please" Scott choked out.

"I'll do this for you, then we're even? No more punishment."

"Okay," Scott breathed.

"No more whips and chains, right?" Jean urged, teasing the tip with her lips.

Scott grunted in agreement. Satisfied, Jean took him into her mouth. She drew him in and out, sucking firmly and stroking him with her tongue. She hummed lightly as she held him in her mouth, letting the vibrations from her mouth stimulate his shaft. Scott slumped backwards, desperately gripping the car seats for traction as he came. He cried out, thrusting his hips towards her uncontrollably as he peaked. She swallowed down his juices, still caressing him with her tongue. He pressed back into the seat, head back, completely spent. Jean finished him up, then moved to curl up on his chest.

They sat silently for several moments, then Jean looked up and peered absently out the window.

"The rain's eased off."

"It did a while ago." He told her.

Jean sighed and sat up. "We should probably get going." She shifted around uncomfortably, trying to move back up into the front seat.

"I'm going to have to use my telekinesis to keep my ass off the seat." She groaned.

Scott leaned over to her, studying the damage he'd done. He grimaced at the

criss-crossed red welts over her skin.

"I got a bit carried away, huh." He muttered.

Jean turned back to him and ran her fingers through his hair.

"It's okay, babe. You were trying something new."

"Did you like it, though?" Scott asked

"Yes. And I'll like it even more when I'm the one giving out the whippings..." Jean murmured.

Scott gasped in surprise as Jean showed him telepathically what she had in mind. Images of being tied to their bed with Jean dominating him floated into his consciousness. He remembered his resolution to her...

*Tonight was your night, but tomorrow is mine. Then every day after that will be ours together to explore. But don't think for a moment I won't be giving you a taste of your own medicine before then!*

The End

To Be Continued...