Jenna's Consent (26 page)

Talking hadn’t ever been his strong point.

He used his fists for years, fighting professionally and
excelling at it.

He brooded and he liked his silence. Not introspective
kumbayah bullshit silence, but the silence he shared with Jenna as he continued
to kiss her.

It was the kind where volumes were spoken in a single word.
A tiny glance.

Mine.

It rose to the surface and he replaced his fingers with his
cock. His thumb stayed on her clit, since he was determined to make her come
one more time.

His tongue licked inside her mouth, tasting her, kissing
her, wanting nothing more than to stay there forever.

Sensation raced up his spine as her small hands touched his
forearms. She moved them up onto his biceps, along his shoulders and behind his
neck.

Her fingernails combed through the short hair at the base of
his skull and she kissed him back, tilting her hips in time with his thrusts.

He rubbed her clit as it swelled with excitement.

She hissed out a breath and twitched below him.

“I want you to come for me again. I wanna feel your pussy
squeezing me. I want it. I want you. All of you.”

“Coming for you, Sir. It makes me feel pretty.”

“You’re not pretty, Jenna.” Her eyes flew to his, filling
with emotion. “Calling yourself pretty is like calling the invention of
electricity no big thing. It’s like calling the Pacific Ocean a bit of a lake.
You’re beautiful, stunning. Amazing in so many ways, I don’t know how you don’t
see it.”

He shook his head, continuing to fuck her and her lips
parted, panting breaths strained her upper body.

“Sir?”

“Now, Jenna. Give me what I want.” He straightened his arms,
increasing the pressure of his cock fucking into her slick core.

She cried out, slamming her eyelids closed, shaking with the
intensity of euphoria coursing beneath her skin.

She clutched at him, tugging him closer again.

Instead of kissing him or pawing at him in some way, she
simply held his forehead to hers, rubbing her nose along his every once in a
while and he fucked her through her orgasm.

The walls of her pussy stopped slamming down on him and only
the occasional shiver raced up her spine from what he could tell.

Her arms fell limp beside her on the bed and he slowed his
thrusts, pulled out, moving off the bed with a raging hard-on and toward the
bathroom for a washcloth.

He cleaned her up and killed the side light in his room
before climbing back in.

After a few seconds of adjusting her tired body, he got her
beneath the covers. Instead of pulling her against his side, he moved into the
center of the mattress and tugged her over and on top of him.

She tried to move off but thankfully she was too tired to
put up much of a fight.

He wasn’t ready to come yet, but his cock wanted more of
her.

He lifted her hips just enough to stuff his dick inside her
to the hilt.

Her whimper was rife with uncertainty, but his emotions were
so on edge, all he could do was grunt, wrapping his arms around her to keep her
there.

“Go to sleep. Morning will come soon enough.”

She whimpered, sighed again and snuggled in closer somehow.
He tightened his hold on her.

He wanted her to feel safe and protected. He’d give anything
up to be that for her. That safe place. A haven amongst everything else
determined to scare her or shake her self-confidence.

He’d rip anything—or anyone—apart that even looked at her
funny, much less actually hurt her in some way.

A mental middle finger kicked up an image of Ian and what
she’d have to deal with around him for a short while, until he finally got a clue
and realized she wasn’t into him.

He rubbed her back, fingering the laces and he knew the
moment she was asleep because her whole body relaxed, giving him all the stress
and negative stuff he didn’t want her to worry about. He wasn’t mentally in the
mindset to go from having a closet full of fantasies to a full-fledged affair
with her.

Her pussy twitched and his cock answered, pulsing twice
inside her, knowing it wasn’t going to be long before he wanted to really take
her again.

“Nick,” she mumbled along with a tiny sound of pleasure.

He kissed her forehead and grabbed the covers, wrapping them
better around their bodies. He closed his eyes, and swore he could hear the
song
Another one bites the dust
playing somewhere in the club.

Jenna awoke the next morning with Nick pumping inside her.

She’d been flipped over onto her stomach at some point. By
her own free will or his she didn’t know.

The idea that he moved her where he wanted her, so he could
take her as he pleased, turned her on in epic proportions.

He bit her neck, definitely hard enough to mark for a little
while. She’d wear his teeth marks with pride. And his cum.

She wanted him to come inside her. No condoms.

No barriers between his body and hers.

She shouldn’t want that.

Especially since her relationship with him was temporary.
That didn’t stop her from craving his cum.

Her arms were on the pillow and she tried moving them to
tuck them beneath her, and couldn’t.

She blinked, trying to focus on them. Cuffs circled her wrists,
holding her to the rails on the headboard.

“Cuffing you to my bed. Taking you anytime I please. Fucking
you fast…” His shafted her, fucking into her with speed and precision, stealing
her breath. “Or slow.”

His pace changed instantly. An unhurried thrust with his
hips as he caged her in with his arms and chest. His knees moved her legs
farther apart, keeping her open to him.

To anything he wanted of her.

He bit her again, harder this time.

“Ahhhhh,” she gasped.

His weight shifted to one side and she was going to complain
because she didn’t want it to end. She wasn’t ready to lose his presence on top
of her, behind her, inside her.

But the protest died on her tongue as his thumb slid along
the crease of her ass and rubbed the pucker of her asshole.

“Mmhmm,” rumbled out of her and she hid her face in the
pillow, wanting to hide how much she wanted him to take her.

It was embarrassing how much she wanted him to fuck her ass.

The sensations were intense, sharper, harsher…and she liked
all of that.

“You’d be my dirty little ass whore this morning wouldn’t
you? All I’d have to do is spread a little bit of lube on my cock and you’d
suck me right in.”

She nodded against the pillow but words failed her.

He pushed his thumb inside and she jolted with the sudden penetration.

“The words, Jenna. When are you going to learn how important
they are?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

His thumb moved in farther and she tilted her pelvis to take
more. “Yes, what?”

She swallowed, clearing her throat. “Yes, I’d be your ass
whore. This morning, any morning. At night time. Whenever you wanted it, Sir. I
love anal. It’s dirty. And I like dirty.”

He fucked her ass with his thick digit, shooting sensation
to every sleepy cell in her body, waking them up faster than caffeine could any
day.

Pure pleasure invaded her pelvis and he lifted her lower
body, putting her up on her knees.

Was he really going to?

She tried to lift her upper body but he shoved between her
shoulder blades.

“I like you down, off kilter. You’re aware of every move I
make. Every thrust.”

Another finger or his other thumb kissed the entrance to her
ass and he pushed inside. Dark sensation pulsed through her and she gripped the
pillow.

She wanted to stay still, she wanted to fight him and make
her take him. His hold on her hips tightened as he reached that ultra-tight
ring of muscles inside her, stretching her, preparing her.

Her entire body jerked when he shoved past them and she
cried out.

All thought fled her brain as delicious pleasure spiked in
her bloodstream.

He sped up, moving inside her, fucking her. It felt almost
like a bullet vibrator but it wasn’t enough. She wanted all of him.

His deviously thick thumbs moved in and out of her, bringing
to life pleasure she’d been dreaming about for way too long.

Her skin prickled with the first vestiges of release but she
gritted her teeth, not wanting it to be over that quickly. She wanted it to
last for hours, for weeks, years.

At least until she got what she wanted from him.

What she needed.

His dominance, his control, his affection.

Her eyes popped open and her heart raced at the realization
she wanted him for longer than short-term.

She squashed it down, trapping the needs she had no right to
ask for somewhere close to her heart, long forgotten.

He removed his thumbs, spitting on her ass, and then worked
something back inside her.

Fingers? More of them?

His angle changed and he latched on to her shoulder with one
of his hands. “Tonight I’m fucking your ass, you’d better be ready for me.”

“I’m ready now, Nick. Fuck my ass like you mean it, Sir.”

She felt him on both sides of the thin muscle that separated
his cock from his wet digits.

Her fists clenched around the leather straps holding her
cuffed to the bed and she pulled against them as she fought to get closer to
him.

Tiny fireworks ignited from her asshole, up her spine,
terminating at the top of her skull, which was set to blow off when she came.

Heat radiated from her core and she curled her toes, arching
back to get as close to him as possible.

He gripped her shoulder, hard, using her own body to fuck
her onto him, just as he thrust inside.

“You push inside and it traps your fingers in my ass,
burying them deep. You’re knuckles are digging into the inner side of my ass
cheek. I can’t focus. Can’t concentrate. I don’t want it to end.”

He sped up, propelling his hips forward as if he were a
freight train and her pussy was the light at the end of the tunnel.

“Give me what I want, Jenna.” He grabbed her hair, yanking
her head back.

Her mouth went slack and her eyes snapped open at the same
time. “Can I come, Sir?”

“Hard. Come hard on my cock.”

He slammed inside, overfilling her pussy with his big cock,
shallowly pumping his trapped fingers in her ass.

Her entire lower body squeezed down on him.

She bucked against him as he grabbed her hip to keep her to
him.

“Mmph, mmm, hmm.” Words failed her as joy flooded her veins.
It was as if a flash fire raced outward from her pussy and ass. Heat covered
her body and he tugged on her again, reminding her exactly who owned her.

The back of the collar dug into her scalp and the base of
her neck each time he tugged.

It would be another mark for her to feel later. A simple
straight line to anyone else, but to people in the BDSM world it meant so much
more than getting from point A to point B.

It was the journey getting there that made all the
difference.

She arched her back as he continued to ride her but it was
slower, less frantic. She nibbled her lip, not knowing if he’d come or not.

His pleasure was more important than hers, and her pleasure
was pretty fucking important.

“I could fuck you all day. I don’t want to come yet so I can
fuck you again in a few minutes. And a few minutes after that…“

He pressed her down to the mattress with the weight of his
body.

The slightly rough hair on his chest tickled her upper back
above her corset. She opened her mouth to ask him to remove it but caught
herself just in time.

He didn’t need to see her naked.

Nothing would be gained by being that vulnerable to him.

She swallowed the request but the thought of it left a bad
taste in her mouth.

It shouldn’t have been that hard to keep it all about sex
between them.

He reached up and unsnapped the cuffs around her wrists,
pulling her arms in by her sides. The softness of his lips on her shoulder made
her sigh.

Several more strokes filled her wet pussy before he flopped
beside her on his back on the mattress.

She didn’t waste any time while he caught his breath.

It took her no time at all to push up onto her knees and
move over to straddle him.

His shoulders were hard beneath her hands as she grabbed
them for leverage.

He raised an eyebrow at her but also grabbed her hips,
moving his fingers beneath the lower edge of her corset so he held her. Nothing
but skin to skin.

His cock lay hard against his belly.

She rubbed her slick slit against it, humping it to the
rhythm Nick set with his hands guiding her.

“You’re beautiful. Every day. But you’re lovely on the
inside, too, Jenna.”

His eyebrows were pulled down into a bit of a scowl but his
words were so wonderful she didn’t mind.

He abruptly sat up, moving back against the headboard and he
taking her with him.

Gathering her close made her feel as if he was pulling her
to him to share some kind of secret.

He grabbed the base of his erection, holding it away from
his flat stomach, guiding her hips down until she sank onto him.

His sharp inhale made goose bumps appear on her arms.

The thickness of his erection made wetness slide from her
pussy to coat him in her slick juices.

She swiveled her hips in a circle, moving on him, coaxing
another groan from him.

Giving him pleasure was all she cared about.

She wanted him to come.

She wanted it to be because he couldn’t help himself,
because she gave him everything he needed.

It was dangerous, wanting to give him all of that. Especially
with the debacle that was the day before. She shook her head, not wanting to
think about it ever. As in ever
ever
.

Nick stroked up her spine, pressing the steel boning along
her skin on either side of her vertebrae.

She moved on him, fucked herself onto him and he never
pulled his focus from her. Sex with most of her partners had been loud, raucous
affairs because most Doms seemed to think volume equated power.

But for her?

Quietude was the true mark of a Dominant man.

There was no need to yell or scream or berate your partner,
especially not when a simple look of displeasure was much more effective.

Without looking down he tugged the bust cups below her
breasts, flicking her nipples in turn.

He bit one and she eeked, faltering in her rhythm as he continued
to lick and suck the tight tips into his mouth.

Once he started it didn’t seem as if he could get enough of
her tits.

His lips never stopped moving, suckling, nibbling on her
skin. He grabbed them, squeezing hard and then gently. Soft caresses and then
he’d pinch her nipples.

“God,” she cursed, as endorphins flooded her veins once
again.

How do you know me so well?

That’s what she wanted to ask him. She wanted to dig inside
his head and poke around until she understood what he wanted from her, what he
expected.

Instead she buried her face in his neck, wrapping her arms
around him.

Was she hiding?

A bit.

But she also wanted to inhale his intoxicating scent, have
it fill her lungs until she was ready to burst.

He used the shift in her weight to roll her over, trapping
her beneath his muscular frame once again.

“Wrap your legs over my thighs.”

Not around his back, because he knew. He knew he was too big
around for her to reach, no matter how long her legs were.

“You make me feel little.”

“Good thing, because you are little.”

She reached beneath his arms and around to his back, feeling
his back muscles work as he powered into her. He stared inside her and she let
him.

Her characteristic smirk and wink double-whammy had been
missing for several weeks.

But when he stared at her like that everything she ever was
and everything she would ever be was on display for him.

He powered into her, his pace gaining momentum until she
reached down to grab his ass.

She couldn’t believe he was allowing her as many liberties
as she had taken.

The space around them, between them, inside them, it was
charged with some kind of erotic innocence.

Everything was new with him, yet it wasn’t.

Each new step was brand-new, but it wasn’t.

It was almost as if they’d been together for many moons but
they’d never met in the right way before.

His nostrils flared and he glanced down at her mouth.

It puckered on its own, she would swear to it. He swooped
down, claiming her mouth in a fiery kiss.

The muscles on the inside of her thighs burned from being
spread for so long. Her hips felt it too and she’d be feeling them for days
afterward.

Lucky girl.

She smiled at the thought and he lifted himself up a tiny
bit again.

“What’s so funny?” His pace stayed steady as he focused on
her mouth, for a different reason this time.

“Being with you.” She shrugged. “It’s easier and harder than
I expected.”

He grabbed her wrists one at a time, trapped them over her
head and bent behind her neck. He caught one of her legs behind her knee,
lifting it up, exposing her needy pussy to his cock and his gaze.

He pumped inside her, faster and faster moving within her,
filling her, claiming her.

It was there in his eyes, the possession of a dominant man.
It was in the way his hand gripped hers even tighter as he stared down at her.

Inside her.

The need to be more than temporarily collared by him burned
in her veins.

An urgency to run pumped inside her cells, demanding some
kind of action before she fell for him.

You’ll regret it, she tried to warn herself.

“Mine,” he growled.

Her jaw went slack as he shoved inside and he swooped in to
take her mouth.

She clutched at his hands, wrapping her legs over his calves
as he spilled his seed into the condom he wore.

His whole body shook as he came and his single grunt into
her mouth nearly sent her over the edge too.

They floated in that perfect space of pleasure, grinding
against each other until they both relaxed.