Jenna's Consent (31 page)

It was a silly female thing that all of them did, regardless
of most circumstances.

“Okay, pretty girls, over here. In the center of the room
where we have the most space.”
And a suspension ring already in place.
But she kept that last part to herself.

They stood, Cyn putting her long hair into a ponytail.
Haleigh redid hers. Their hair was definitely going to come in handy with what
she decided to do. Cyn was finished first and then Haleigh gasped. Cyn latched
on to one of her tits with her mouth.

If Jenna had to guess which tit she had her mouth on, it
would have to be the one that hadn’t had a mastectomy.

Haleigh had told them her nipples had always been pretty
sensitive but it was nothing compared to her sensitivity after Scott, the owner
of Inkfluence, was done with her.

She’d gone to him specifically because she wanted a
photorealistic tattoo on her cancer-ravaged breast.

But not just the nipple. Oh no. That’s not how their girl
rolled.

She convinced Scott to pierce the nipple that was still
there and then tattoo a match onto her other breast several weeks later. Of
course, that was after a relationship bloomed between them—including Kyle—who
was Haleigh’s best friend from growing up.

The three of them had corresponding tattoos inked at the
same time. It was beautiful and meaningful, and it made Jenna want ink pretty
damn bad when she’d never leaned toward it in the past.

Jenna could see a tiny bit of it on Haleigh’s left shoulder
as she walked toward her.

Haleigh dragged her fingers across Jenna’s abdomen and over
her corset. Jenna stepped around her and spun slowly, then turned Haleigh away.

She wanted to see her tattoo.

Haleigh’s ink was incredible. It was a multicolored flower
on the right lower portion of her back. It had a butterfly landing on it,
knocking petals loose. Petals fell toward her right hip and then up and over
her left shoulder.

She’d told Jenna it symbolized her fight with breast cancer.
When she needed something positive to focus on—her body getting rid of all of
the cancer cells—that was what she pictured.

It was actually from a memory her and Kyle shared.

The three of them were incredible together.

Three pieces of a puzzle that never felt they fit anywhere
else.

But together?

Perfect.

“Beautiful,” she whispered across the flesh of her shoulder
as she brushed her fingers over the colored petals.

A whimper fell from Haleigh’s lips and Jenna nipped her
shoulder as she pulled Haleigh’s arms behind her back. She grabbed a hank of
rope from her bag, tying her wrists in a box tie position.

Even with her horrendously lonely past with her well-to-do
parents, Haleigh was the easiest to get to subspace.

It didn’t take much and she was high as a kite and twice as
floaty.

As she used two coils of jute for Haleigh’s chest harness,
she could already feel her bubbly energy changing, morphing into that sweet
space where she felt free.

Whole.

Cyn, on the other hand, needed a fair amount of pain to get
her where she needed to be.

But when she did, damn, it was beautiful.

Cyn knelt at Haleigh’s feet, touching her, kissing her and
licking her skin until Haleigh moaned. She paid special attention to her
tattooed nipple and the rest of the scars on her body. Haleigh still had bad
days where her body image wasn’t the greatest, so each of them helped to remind
her how beautiful she was, how desirable. It was no difficult feat.

Jenna finished her chest harness and ran the rest of the
working end through a carabineer she attached to the main ring. “Kneel, pretty
girl.”

She helped Haleigh down, keeping a tight hold on her rope as
Cyn kissed up her torso, her neck and then her mouth.

Jenna grabbed two more hanks of rope and knelt behind Cyn.
Knowing she was going to be tying the girls, she’d had a cushy rug brought in.
Comfort, to a certain extent, equaled longevity when it came to tying and she
wanted them in her rope as long as possible. She put her in the same kind of
chest harness as Haleigh but reversed it. Cyn’s arms were in front of her
because she was about to be on her back.

“Now for the fun part.”

Cyn finally moved back, sucking in a lungful of air as
Haleigh licked her lips. “I thought that was sure as hell fun.”

Jenna laughed, then tugged Cyn down and back until she was
lying on several pillows Jenna had positioned earlier in the day. Her head was
off the floor at least a foot but her backside was still on the rug. “How about
funner?”

All three girls giggled. “Deal.”

Jenna grabbed a roll of the stretchy athletic wrap out of
her bag and several rolls of Duct Tape. She set them next to Jenna and then
remembered the clamps. “I have something new for you tonight.”

“What is it?” Cyn asked with equal amounts excitement and
trepidation clear in her voice.

“You’ll see.” She grabbed the clamps out of her bag and put
them in her pocket, making sure the clank of metal on metal was heard before
she hid them from view. “Relax that far leg on the other side. I’m starting
with this one.” Cyn straightened her other leg as Jenna bent the closest one as
far as it would go. Her ankle touched her backside and Jenna wrapped the foamy
athletic wrap around her leg, all the way up and back down to secure it in
place and protect the skin of her leg. Then she wrapped over it with Duct Tape,
keeping the pressure consistently tight.

Cyn moaned, biting her lip as she stared up at Haleigh.
She’d moved just enough so she could push her knee against Cyn’s bare pussy.

“You seem so innocent,” Jenna chuckled as she moved to Cyn’s
other side.

“I am innocent,” Haleigh informed her as she continued to
tease Cyn.

“You’re tied up, naked, with your knee in Cyn’s crotch. I
wouldn’t exactly call that innocent.”

“Me. Neither,” Cyn added haltingly.

“I like being naughty better.”

“We do, too,” Jenna agreed, since Cyn seemed to have lost
her voice.

Jenna repeated the foam and Duct Tape on Cyn’s second leg
and then helped maneuver her to where her shins were flat on the rug. “This
will restrict your ability to lift your pelvis. Perfect. And?” She pulled out
the clover clamps and dangled them in front of Cyn. “I’ve been waiting to put
these on you.”

Cyn’s gaze flashed from the clamps up to Jenna and then back
down. Her fingers moved the entire time, as if she couldn’t keep still.

“How bad are they going to hurt?”

Jenna licked one of Cyn’s nipples, bit it and then pinched
the tight tip. “Deep breath.”

Cyn sucked in a shallow one and Jenna squeezed the sides of
the clamp to widen the small white pads. She placed it over her nipple and
slowly let it go. Cyn cried out and while she processed the first one, Jenna
repeated the process until the second clover was attached to her other nipple.

While Cyn groaned and acclimated herself to the pain, Jenna
attached a thin rope to the middle of the chain connecting them and then spoke
to Haleigh. “Open.” She tapped her chin and held the thin rope up to her mouth.

Haleigh took it, clamping the rope in her teeth and Jenna
made sure it had the correct tension on Cyn’s nipples. Tight pretty much all
the time but if Haleigh jerked…

Jenna slid her fingers through Haleigh’s wet slit and found
her tight clit. Haleigh shuddered, making Cyn cry out as the rope pulled on the
clamps.

“Delicious.”

Jenna then pulled out three more coils of rope from her bag,
using one to tie a hip harness onto Haleigh. The second she used to tie a
futomomo on one of Haleigh’s legs. It mirrored the position of Cyn’s. She tied
faster, knowing the clock was ticking and moved to the opposite side and tied
Haleigh’s other leg in the same futo. At the end Haleigh stood perched,
balancing on her knees. She tried not to wiggle much but her balance wasn’t
perfect—wasn’t supposed to be—and her teeth tugged on Cyn’s clamps.

Cyn’s and Haleigh’s moans of pleasure threw Jenna into a
state of bliss she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Spread your legs a tiny bit more, Haleigh. I’ll be right
back.” She got up, seizing some lube from a drawer in the bathroom along with a
new stainless steel plug. They were a small variety of anal plug, heavy, cold
with a bit of a handle on the portion that stayed outside the body.

Jenna put a tiny bit of lube on the plug and smeared it all
around. She moved behind Haleigh and got down close enough she could smell her
pretty pussy. She wanted a taste but that wasn’t what this was about.

She wanted them so delirious with pleasure they couldn’t
live without being able to come for her.

She separated the cheeks of Haleigh’s rear and couldn’t help
herself. She licked her little asshole, making her cry out and drop the rope.

Cyn cried out as the rope fell.

Jenna smiled and licked Haleigh again, eliciting another
shiver. She peaked around her torso to find Cyn staring at them. “Did the rope
falling hurt that bad, or…?”

“Or.” She licked her lips and glanced up at Haleigh’s face
and then back to Jenna. “I was more startled and expected it to hurt.”

“No worries. I’ll take care of that, just as soon as I get
this pretty plug inside Haleigh.”

“Mmm,” came from Haleigh and she moved her head back and
forth.

Jenna rubbed the cool steel against Haleigh’s ass and the
muscles in her legs shook. She pushed it in a tiny bit, then took it back. In
and out. In and out, until Haleigh’s toes curled in time with the
almost-penetration.

“Do you want it, pretty girl?”

“Yes…please.”

“Love it when your voice gets all whispery like that.” She
rotated the plug, sliding it in, watching Haleigh’s puckered little ass give
way a tiny bit at a time. When it reached the widest portion she froze, letting
Haleigh get used to it.

Haleigh took matters into her own hands, pushing back with
her hips so she could suck the plug in the rest of the way. “Huhh, huh, huu,”
puffed out of her as her asshole collapsed around the slim base of the plug.

Jenna twisted it, making Haleigh jerk forward. The rope
caught her, keeping her and Cyn safe.

“Now for the rope.”

“Mmhmm,” Haleigh giggled, already flying high.

“So pretty.” Jenna loosened the rope attaching her chest
harness to the ring, leaning her forward and closer to Cyn. It didn’t take
Jenna long to thread the rope connected to her hip harness through a biner
before tightening it to give Haleigh a bit more support. Jenna grabbed another
hank of rope, attaching it to each of her futos and then yanked her off the
ground.

Her center of gravity equalized quickly and Jenna steadied
her as she sank into the tie.

“Perfect.” Haleigh’s face sat several inches away from Cyn’s
wet pussy.

“Yum,” Haleigh whispered and then dipped her head.

Jenna let her get one lick in and then grabbed her ponytail.
“Not so fast.”

“But…”

Jenna grabbed the rope attached to Cyn’s clamps, fed it
through the ring and then tied it to Haleigh’s ponytail.

“Lick her pussy for me. Make her feel good.”

Haleigh dove at her pussy as if it were her last meal.

Cyn cried out as the rope pulled her nipples and then again
when Haleigh strained low enough to tongue her clit. Cyn’s head lolled off the
pillows on each lick, reminding Jenna how she processed both pain and pleasure.
It was the reason she’d decided on this predicament.

“Good girls,” she said and they both moaned. “Now for your
hair, Cyn. We can’t have it touching the floor.” She tied a rope to the small
handle on Haleigh’s njoy, wound it through the ring and tied it to Cyn’s
ponytail. “And now ladies, we have a predicament.”

Each time Haleigh licked Cyn’s tight bundle of nerves she
tugged on her clamps. Then Cyn yanked her head back, unable to fight the urge
to process all of the sensations racing through her body, tugging on the plug
inside Haleigh’s rear.

They moaned long and loud and Jenna paused for a moment, for
just a second entertaining the notion of getting out the Sybian and riding it
while the girls got each other off. But she didn’t want Nick to see her.

Not like that. She had momentarily forgotten men were
watching them.

“Oh my God.” Cyn’s curse rushed into the space between all
three of them and then Haleigh whimpered.

“Can I come?”

Jenna hesitated on purpose. “No.”

Her keening cry made her smile. She wouldn’t come and they
both knew it. Not until she had permission.

“When you get Cyn off, then you can come.”

Haleigh grumbled words that made no sense against Cyn’s
mound and then sucked her clit into her mouth.

“I think you need just a tiny bit more incentive.”

Jenna grabbed a Hitachi from a side cabinet, plugged it in,
turned it on a somewhat low setting and then settled it between Haleigh’s
thighs. She accidentally on purpose placed it against her clit as well as the
metal in her ass.

“Oh. Fuck. Oh. Fuck,” became Haleigh’s mantra between licks
and sucks on Cyn.

They tugged and pulled on each other as their breathing
ramped up to epic proportions.

“Can I come? Please?!” Haleigh begged as her entire body
started shaking.

“Not until you get Cyn off.”

“I’m so close,” Cyn admitted through clenched teeth.

Jenna strapped the Hitachi between Cyn’s thighs, anchoring
it in place with rope so it could continue to torture her swollen clit and
sensitive little asshole.

Jenna crawled next to Cyn and grasped one of the clover
clamps. “Would you like a bit of help, pretty girl?”

“No,” Cyn answered, frantically shaking her head.

Haleigh whined as Cyn’s hair rope tugged on her plug. The
buzzing changed as the Hitachi vibrated against the plug in turn and then
against her wet pussy.