Jenna's Consent (15 page)

“But we do have one major thing going for us,” Cyn added.

“What’s that?” Jenna wanted to know.

“Sales tax. Whatever city we go into will love us, due to
the sales taxes we’ll generate. Seriously with that many businesses all going
in at one time, we have some major negotiating power. Maybe they even have some
kind of economic development division of the city council and we can talk to
them about incentives.”

Jenna nodded. “I knew you’d be the fucking bomb at this. You
know you’re sexy when you get that naughty librarian gleam in your eye.”

Cyn smiled, digging a hair clip out of her purse. She
wrapped her hair up and clipped it into a bun at the back of her head.
“Better?”

“Hell, yeah,” Jenna laughed and the other girls laughed with
her. Then she surprised herself and got serious. “I’m so happy for you and your
men. You’re all family to me and I can’t think of two men that could make you
happier. You’re perfect for both of them and that’s saying something,
considering how different they are.”

“Aww…Jenna.” Cyn put her phone away and took a drink. “I
want the same for you. I want you to be so deliriously happy that you lose your
train of thought, thinking of someone—or a couple of someones?”

“Bringing us back to the original question. How was last
night? Was it delicious? If so—or rather, just because we want to hear them—we
want details. Lots of them. Dirtier the better, but don’t leave anything out
and we’ll decide if it’s dirty.”

“I’d never had vanilla sex before last night.”

A police-issued flash bang wouldn’t have interrupted the
flow of conversation any faster.

“Umm…never?” Skye asked, completely just as gob-smacked as
the other pair of girls sitting across from them.

“Nope,” she answered.

“How is that even possible?” Cyn said, it seemed a bit more
to herself than the group of them.

Jenna shrugged, partially regretting saying anything. But
she needed to talk it all out before she was in Nick’s presence again. And her
countdown clock seemed to be running a fair bit faster, the more nervous she
became.

“My first.” She stopped and made air quotes and all the
girls laughed. “He was kinky. We just used scarves and ties and things like
that, but even from the first time he fingered me at a party, he whispered in
my ear what he wanted me to do. Telling me what to do, what I could touch and
couldn’t. Even that I had to ask permission to come. I’ve always gravitated to
guys like that.”

“I get that. But. I mean…never?” Cyn actually scratched her
head.

“It’s all been kinky. Orders, bondage, dominance.
Something’s always kept sex from being vanilla. Or even vanilla with
sprinkles.”

“So what made the sex last night with Nick vanilla then?
’Cause he’s dominant with a capital A for alpha. I just can’t see him being all
sweet and cuddly. He was anything but either of those things at Christmas.”

Jenna bit her lip, willing her heart to stop fluttering out
of control in her chest. She couldn’t even blame not sleeping well on her off
mood. She’d slept so well next to his warm body she’d woken up dazed and
confused, sure she was in the middle of a dream with Ian staring down at her.
It wasn’t what anyone would call a full night’s sleep. It had been a few short
hours but it was the best she’d had in weeks.

“He told me whatever I needed, he was there. So I crawled up
his body and fucked myself onto him until I came. He barely had enough time to
get a condom on. I probably growled at him. Seriously. It wasn’t pretty.”

“You make it sound like you took advantage of him. You
didn’t. Or even that you were the aggressor. I can’t even imagine that. We’ve
all seen you with him. Your submission to him is complete and utter from the
second he so much as looks at you. It sounds like he wanted you just as badly.
Barely whet his appetite, I’m sure.”

A flash of how they must have looked flared in front of her
mind’s eye. Her elbows on his chest, holding his face. Their foreheads
connected. His arms wrapped tightly around her back, holding her to him,
holding her together.

Keeping her safe.

Protecting her from everything he knew of and anything that
happened across their path.

It was too much to hope for.

It was almost everything she needed.

“That good, huh?”

Jenna blinked, having no idea who’d asked what. She glanced
around the table, catching sight of all of her friends staring at her, seeing
everything she couldn’t say.

She stared at her drink. “Better,” wisped out of her on
nothing but a prayer. She swallowed, asking a question that had plagued her
since that morning. “I thought vanilla was supposed to be boring and well—meh.
That was anything but meh.”

Not exactly a question but her girls knew what she meant and
what she needed.

Haleigh started. “It doesn’t have to be hardcore all the
time. Moods change things, hormones, time of the freakin’ month.”

“Ours and theirs,” Skye added.

“Up top, sista.” Haleigh held her hand up and Skye slapped
it with a high five.

Jenna chuckled, feeling better—maybe.

“And I didn’t dream last night, well this morning. You know
what I mean.”

Three sets of eyebrows went up and one by one they smiled.

“You guys are way too smug for your own good.”

“Us?” Cyn asked, with a hand to her chest and a fluttering
of her lashes. “Why I do declare we have no, I say no, idea of what you speak?”

“Uh-huh.”

Jenna stepped into the playroom, shutting the door behind
her, wearing a bright pink underbust corset with black sheer cups along with black
panties, contrasting the pink word, “meow” screen-printed on the material
covering her ass.

She clasped her hands behind her back to hide the fidgeting
she just couldn’t stop. Trying to keep them still proved impossible, because
she didn’t know what to expect. It was getting to her more than she cared to
admit.

He’d hinted at something happening tonight that would rock
her world. She’d tasted a little bit of everything over the years, so she had
low expectations on him actually being able to deliver. But she was excited to
see what happened and that plain-assed terrified her.

He stood in the center of the playroom. Bare-chested,
expensive leather pants, bare feet. Mouth wateringly sexy from head to toe. The
bulge in the middle made her inner kitty swish her tail.

“Hi,” she whispered at him across the distance. It wasn’t
some grand gesture. She didn’t sky write she was his across the state of
Kansas, didn’t take out an ad proclaiming him taken but it still felt like a
new beginning.

He didn’t know about Ian yet. She hadn’t gone that far into
trusting him with her past and her biggest failure, but he knew about the rope.
He knew a very big piece of her that she hadn’t shared with a man she wanted to
be with in years.

It was a giant step forward and she decided their journey,
wherever it might lead, started then. When she stepped into the room she gave
herself to him.

“Come here.”

The way he watched her. The way he clenched his jaw as he
looked at her across the room… She wondered if he felt it too. The change in
her. She hoped he did. By morning she hoped to admit she was scared…but she
wanted to try.

With him.

Shivers trailed up her spine despite the heated concrete
floors.

One look from him and she wanted to sink to her knees,
offering anything and everything he wanted. Her body was already his, her mind
in a close second, and her heart?

Her heart finally stopped and paid attention. Something
worth trying for stood across the room, with eyes for no one but her.

The room couldn’t have been more than about two-thirds of
the regular play spaces, other than the ceiling being just as tall. The smaller
space made it feel immediately more private, more intimate.

Several pieces of bondage equipment stood along one wall and
several pairs of shackles hung from the ceiling.

But the winner that day was the four-poster bed, dominating
the center of the room. Bars at the top connected each post together.

The voice of the big bad wolf whispered to her in her head.
Better
to cuff you to, my dear.

“So fucking sexy,” he mumbled more to himself, tracking her
movements as she sauntered up to him.

Her heart thumped inside her chest and she told it to shut
the hell up. That wasn’t what their time was about. A little bit of D/s with
benefits.

That’s all it was.

And that was enough.

She didn’t even believe that anymore but she still tried to
convince herself anyway, completely unsure of anything else to focus on.

He gathered her close, rubbing his five-o’clock-shadow on
the high pillowed mounds of her breasts. “You smell so damn good. You’re going
to become my favorite treat, Jenna. And I have a mighty big sweet tooth.”

“Everything on you is big. Can’t imagine any of your
appetites falling below average in any way, shape or form.”

He backed up a step, looking her up and down.

“What are you looking for?”

“You were tasked to bring condoms and lube and I’m wondering
where I need to start searching you.”

He bent at the waist and sank onto his knees. He looked up
at her, somehow able to dominate her with a single intense stare. His fingers circled
her wrists, placing her hands on his shoulders. “So you have something to grab
on to when you get shaky.”

“Are you planning on making me shake?”

“Every chance I get.”

With how wet several things were already, having him to hold
on to made her feel safer in ways she didn’t quite know how to process.

“If I had a strip of condoms and lube I’d put them somewhere
safe. In a good hiding place.”

He lifted one of her feet, bending it at the knee and
slipped her shoe off. “Hmm, empty.” He made quick work of putting it back on
and repeated the process again. Still no lube or condoms.

His hands circled her ankles, sliding up the back of her
thighs, running the length of the sensitive crease between her ass and thigh.
She didn’t know what that particular space was called, so she called it
perfection since his touch was involved.

The warmth of his fingertips soaked into the garment as he
asked. “Maybe we should play hot and cold.”

“Mmmmm…” she mumbled, as his hands moved around her hips,
his thumbs tugging on the lips of her sex.

“I’m going to put my fingers on your body and if I’m close,
you have to say I’m getting warmer. Colder if I’m far away. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir, very c-clear.” Her breath caught when his thumbs
rolled over her clit one right after the other. Her panties still separated him
from her actual flesh but she barely remembered they were there.

He made her forget.

One of the reasons she couldn’t walk away. She needed what
he could offer her, what he wanted to take from her. She wanted him to take
everything.

“What about here?” He continued rolling her clit under one
of his thumbs while the fingers on his other hand tantalized the space where
her pussy and her leg came together. Featherlight touches shouldn’t have made
her tremble. Tell that to her libido, as it raced into overdrive.

“Cool.”

His rich laugh sank inside her, warming her. “As in you like
what I do to you or as in I’m not very close to the prize I seek?”

“Both.”

“It makes my dick hard when you give me one-word answers,
Jenna. It means your brain is so immersed in this, in us, it doesn’t have
enough cells making connections to give me compound sentences.” His fingers ran
along her slit, making her wet and willing.

“Mmmm…” That was all she could come up with to say. Anything
else was too complicated. All she wanted to do was feel, flip the sign on her
brain to closed for a little while and just be with him.

Of course it couldn’t be that simple.

He switched hands, manipulating her pussy with the other
fingers while he circled one of her wrists.

It didn’t take long for him to draw patterns of some kind on
her arm all the way up to her shoulder. She tilted her head away, silently
encouraging him to continue onto her shoulder. “Warm,” she whispered, feeling
caught in a dreamlike state where her energy was connected to everything else
in the room, especially Nick.

“Yes, you are. And wet too.”

He slipped his fingers beneath her panties, running along
her slit, finding her drenched and pulling a moan from her. She dug her
fingernails into the muscles at his shoulders, somehow feeling completely
submissive to the man on his knees before her.

She opened her eyes—which she didn’t remember closing—as he
revealed one of her breasts. The sheer fabric gave her a false sense of modesty
that was shattered as one of her tightly tipped mounds spilled into his hand.

“So pretty. I love your tits. Big and perky with nipples
meant for licking.”

He tongued her nipple, making it pucker when he blew across
it with cooler air.

“Hot,” she moaned, lost somewhere between remembering the
game they were playing and encouraging him to continue.

He moved his fingers to the opening of her sex, dipping
inside just enough to make her want it and he pulled free.

He pulled the small foil package of lubricant and the row of
three condoms from between her breasts and where she’d stuffed them down her
corset.

“Sneaky girl.”

“I-i-i-i-i…” stuttered out as he continued to pet her pussy,
but then he stood. He rubbed slick wetness onto her bottom lip.

“Lick it off and tell me how you taste.”

She swiped her lip, tasting herself and a pretty soap she’d
used earlier to get ready for that night. “Sexy and horny and happy.”

He sucked his fingers one at a time into his mouth, saving
the one she’d already cleaned for last.

“I taste you on me. Your mouth. Your pretty snatch. You.”

“I like it when you taste me, Sir. Anyway, anyhow. I like
it.”

“Then before we get started let me say a couple things.”

“O-okay.” She tried to be brave but it still made her cringe
when he asked her to really talk to him. To be real with him. He deserved it
and she wanted to be what he needed but changing survival tactics in the middle
of a war seemed foolhardy.

“Listen carefully. Tonight I expect the following, all
non-negotiable. Honesty, full submission and you need to pick a safe word. It
can be the same one you had before or a different one. Some people don’t play
with safe words and I hope to be at that point together by the end of our
month…“

He tipped her chin up and kissed her until she couldn’t
breathe, holding on to him as if he were a lifeline. Her lifeline.

“Same safe word, Sir.”

“Fine. Can you snap?” He asked it but it took her a little
bit to process it as a question. Instead of just answering yes or no, she
showed him, snapping her fingers.

“Good. If you can’t speak for any reason or if your mouth is
full and something else is happening that you need to stop what do you do?”

“Snap my fingers?”

“Exactly correct.” He put the condoms and lube into one of
his pockets and then reached for her panties. He slipped them down her thighs
and they clung for just a flash of time to her wet pussy. It was almost as if
they were kissing her pussy goodbye.

He added those to his pocket of kinky collectibles and she
smiled at his brazen attitude toward her things. His things? The line between
sane and insane blurred with how she felt for him.

Nick turned her around, urging her over to face the side of
the bed closest to them. “Up you go.” He didn’t wait for her to respond, he
simply put her where he wanted her.

Up on her knees with her feet dangling off the edge of the
bed is where she was when the data rebooted in her head.

Silently, he pulled out two very short pieces of jute, tying
each of her cuffs independently to the bar running above her.

The tails of the rope tickled her wrists and she wrapped her
hands around the stiff fibers, latching on to them as more than just a simple
self-soother.

Rope was her number-one fetish and spoke to her like nothing
else did.

She looked behind her, over her shoulder, wondering if he
had more rope.

A bandana had materialized in his freaking hand out of
nowhere and she couldn’t keep her mouth shut any longer as a fair amount of
adrenaline dumped into her veins. “Why do I need to be blindfold—”

His hand cracked against her naked ass cheek and she eeked. He
smacked her ass until warmth spread down her thighs and around her hips. She
moaned, arching back on each swat.

“Because you’re mine, Jenna. Mine to do with as I please.”
He wrapped the material over her eyes slowly, blocking out the light,
heightening her fear and anticipation.

When he twisted the ends of the fabric tails behind her
head, tugging sharply to tighten the knot, several pieces of hair were caught.
She nibbled on her bottom lip, trying hard not to sigh at that simple sensory
stimulation.

The way he tied the bandana, slow then quick, reminded her
of how she tied rope. Speed made a difference, as did accuracy, roughness,
energy level and intent behind the tie. Without her sight he forced her to feel
him, sense him, hear his every rustle and movement.

She turned her head to one side, not to ask another question
or beg to be let go but simply because she ached to be closer to him. As if her
cheek were against his chest she lifted her chin, hoping for another touch.

It seemed as if he heard her silent wish. He moved between
her feet dangling off the edge of the bed, grinding his crotch against her rosy,
warm ass. Touching her lower abdomen, cupping her sex, holding her against him.
Not allowing her any room to wiggle her clit against his thick fingers. He
nibbled her neck, biting the back of it.

“Mmmm—”

The door creaked open and booted footsteps echoed behind
her. She twisted her head the other way and froze, listening as someone came
closer to their side of the bed. The person paused and she held her breath
after catching the scent of a man’s cologne.

Damn, he smelled good.

Blood rushed in her ears and she tugged on her restraints,
wanting to flee, to hide and to scream that she didn’t want this, as betraying
moisture slid from her aching sex.

Nick held her tight, keeping her off balance so she couldn’t
swing out with her legs.

Her voice fucking failed her when she tried to speak. He
said something to her, low and probably soothing but to her all she heard was
the Ian from her dreams saying, “less than, less than, less than—”

Whomever it was moved around to the side in front of her.
She froze, panting, when the bed dipped as some fucking stranger climbed on.

“No, Casanova. No! This isn’t what I signed up for. This
wasn’t part of the deal.”

Her head kept shaking back and forth. She wanted to take
credit for it but it seemed an involuntary action as she tried to scoot off the
bed.

Nick lifted her at the waist, maneuvering her where he
wanted her. She was no match for his strength, making her fight harder.

“No has less than zero meaning in this room and you know
it.” He twisted her chin around so he spoke directly in her ear. “There’s only
one word that will stop this and I see inside you well enough already to know
it won’t pass your lips.”