Jenna's Consent (6 page)

Jenna wiped her eyes, glad to be focused on something else
for a bit. “I not only bottom to riggers who can tie me in rope, I can tie
myself.”

Silence met her explanation until Haleigh broke it. “Huh?”

Jenna chuckled and Skye snorted. “It took me a while to get
my head around it but once you see her do it? It will blow your mind.”

“But isn’t the point of being tied up to have sex?”

“Sometimes.”

“Huh again?” Haleigh added. “
Qu’est que c’est
,
sometimes? My brain does not compute with that.”

“Rope is very different than most forms of bondage. Two
people that aren’t sexually attracted to each other can have amazing rope
energy. And some other people that are very attracted to each other can crash
and burn when it comes to rope. It’s very intense, whether you’re doing floor
work or suspension or dynamic suspensions—where you transition through
different ties, one leading into the next and to the next.”

“But how do you do it yourself?” Cyn questioned. “I don’t
even see how that’s possible. Tying yourself up on the floor maybe, but in the
air? Wouldn’t that be really hard? I can barely do ten chin-ups before I need a
break and a smoothie.”

Jenna flexed her arm, proud as hell when her biceps made an
impressive appearance. “Ever wondered why I’m so strong?”

Haleigh felt her arm, squeezing as she flexed. “Remind me to
hire you as my bodyguard if I ever need it.”

Skye curled her hand into a fist at the mention of a
bodyguard and Jenna wondered what that was about.

“I work out all the time, almost always in stages so every
muscle group gets stronger. At least 6 days a week. I do cardio and spin,
strength training like mad and running. I eat right, except for dark chocolate
that totally doesn’t count.” She winked at Cyn, who smiled back at her. “Rope
is a workout all on its own, too. It’s hard on your body. It tests it and if
you’re not properly prepared for a certain tie or transition, you can get hurt.
Badly.”

“If you can get hurt, even with someone else manning the
rope, why do you do it?” Haleigh tilted her head, ready to hear her answer.

“Because I can. It’s a challenge and when I accomplish it by
myself, it’s like I finished a triathlon. I’m proud of myself and high as a
kite on endorphins. The world goes away when I tie. It’s just me, the
suspension ring and the rope. That’s it.”

“But if it’s dangerous… Do you do it alone? What if
something goes wrong?”

“Good question, Haleigh. Since you promised me you wouldn’t
suspend alone and I sure as hell wasn’t in the loop, who’s been spotting you? I
know you weren’t stupid enough to do it alone.”

“I’ve had a spotter. Promise you won’t get mad?”

“Duh. If you trusted someone to spot you, then they’re
friends of mine. I’m not going to get my feelings hurt because you didn’t come
to me. Well, okay, maybe a tiny bit but I’ll get over it.”

“Oscar.”

“Really?” Skye’s voice went up at the end of the word and
her red hair bounced as she tilted her head. “Didn’t see that one coming but it
kind of makes sense.”

“He’s been pretty perfect actually. I’m not sexually
attracted to him, nor is he to me. He’s strong, funny and has absolutely been
there for me when I’ve needed him. We don’t have to make chitchat the whole
time either. He asks questions at times I tell him it’s okay to and he leaves
me be when I just need his quiet strength to cuddle with afterward.”

“I’d like to see that sometime.” Cyn continued quickly.
“That sounded kind of dirty but I meant the suspension part. I vaguely remember
seeing the rope corset Haleigh wore but I was scared out of my damn mind that
night, so the details of it are a bit sketchy.”

“I bet they were but you saved Chris that night, so in my
book, you are a rock star.”

“Thanks.” Cyn blushed the prettiest pink. “Why’d you cut her
off?”

Jenna tried to think but couldn’t figure out what she meant.
“Who?”

“Skye. Earlier. I know she was loud—like always—but why
didn’t you want her to say self-suspend?”

Jenna thought about it for a second. “It’s hard for me, even
just sitting here talking about it like it’s no big thing. I’ve hid that part
of myself for years. It was something I did with Ian. Anything that we did
together felt tainted after he left. My bed was the same but it felt too big.
Songs on the radio were the same but they made my heart ache. Now take
something as personal and mind-altering as rope? Ugh.

“It’s like I needed the time to find it for myself again.
Make it my rope. Not his anymore, since I couldn’t give it to him. So I kept it
all to myself.”

“But you shared it with me,” Haleigh corrected.

“How very right you are, my dear. I love it. I truly do and
not sharing it with people, especially with the three of you…” She held Skye’s
hand, lacing their fingers together and they clasped them, palm to palm. “Plus,
if Nick’s at the command center watching and listening, I don’t want him to
know about it yet or about Ian.

“I want to share that with him at my own speed. Since he
noticed the rope marks I wore when no one else did, I have a feeling he might
be into it. Though I’ve never seen it here.

“I think I’m ready to start sharing it. Maybe get a group of
female riggers together who I can teach rope—self-suspension. I’ve got some
other ideas I want to throw out there for you guys to think about, too.”

“About what? Something with the club?” Skye asked.

“No. About us opening a business together. Well, each of us
having our own businesses but opening them together. Like in a strip center.
I’ve been rolling something around in my head for a while and—”

The door opened and nerves jangled in every joint when all
she saw over Cyn’s head was dark hair. For a minute she thought it was Nick,
coming for her. But it was Chris, followed by Jared.

She smirked when they walked closer to the bed, both wearing
white doctor coats. Jared had his buttoned so all they could see was a narrow
triangle of flesh exposed at the top, but Chris had his open and he stuffed his
hands into the pockets of his leather pants. Chris eyed Cyn, who was still in
between Jenna’s legs, and looked as if he wanted to push her down and fuck her
right there in the middle of the girl pile.

Just because he could.

“Ladies.” Jared addressed them with a head nod and then
focused on his girl. “Cyn has a doctor appointment she can’t miss. Those
checkups are very important, I hear.”

Cyn looked across the room at the padded table and covered
tray.

Jenna wondered if she recognized the scene yet. Medical
fetish. It was something she’d written in the diary she shared with her men.

The diary was something the trio all wrote fantasies in.
Every once in a while Jenna would help one of them make one of the fantasies
come true.

This had been a new one for Jenna. She’d had a blast setting
it up and learned about a whole new realm of kinky she didn’t even know
existed.

At the urging of the twins, she’d had several phone calls
with a former member named Michael Hotlidge. He was a research doctor at John’s
Hopkins University who had a real thing for medical fetish. The only reason he
wasn’t a member anymore was because he moved to lead a research project on
female orgasm.

And Jenna hadn’t been above Googling him to see what he
looked like.

Holy.

Shit.

Apparently some of his staff called him Dr. Hottie. She had
no difficulty figuring out why.

He’d also recently met someone who shared his kink.

She thought he was in love but he said they were taking it
slow. Funny how people can be right in the middle of love and not see it.

Cyn’s moan drew her back into the here and hot-as-hell.

Chris had already dragged her to the edge of the bed and up
onto her knees as he owned her mouth. He trapped her arms behind her head and
he was pulling her blouse from her skirt.

“That’s our cue to leave, ladies,” she fake-whispered as she
shoved at Skye to get off the bed.

“Oh, Mom, just a few more minutes.” The three of them
slipped on their shoes and headed for the door.

“A few more minutes and Cyn’s going to be getting her
tonsils checked by two cocks.”

Skye turned around and started heading back to the bed.

Haleigh and Jenna both grabbed her, turning her around and
ushering her out of the room. As they opened the door, Chris said, “Ms.
Andrews, please tell us what you made the appointment for today…”

Jenna closed the door and Skye peered through the crack for
as long as she could. The door lock snapped into place, making Jenna’s pulse
race.

Pretty soon it was going to be her and Nick behind closed
doors.

Panic raced in her veins and she tried not to freak out.

She tried to convince herself that she could do it again.
Submit to Nick. Give him her body and keep everything else locked up tight.

It was all about the sex.

Nothing else.

It had to be.

She didn’t have anything but her body to share with him.

Her heart had been locked up long ago and no one had the
key. Not even her. The one person who had it threw it away, years ago. He’d
tossed it off the edge of a bridge in an unknown town, where it sank…never to
be found again.

No feelings.

No love.

Just sex.

She could do it.

Even her inner cheerleader, flipped her the bird.

Very early the next morning the last members were gone, save
the few who were spending the night in the playrooms downstairs.

Two thirty.

She had a half-hour of pseudo-freedom left.

The eerie silence in the main bar area normally lulled Jenna
into a quiet space where she could find her center again after a crazy night.

Of course that wasn’t going to happen, when she knew what
was about to happen between her and Nick. No way, no how. And they still had to
talk
too.

Awesome.

Jenna sat at the bar with Oscar, who was cleaning up the
last glasses and getting everything put up for the night.

Jackson walked behind her, patting her shoulder as she
rubbed her neck. “Gate’s locked. Skye’s in bed at her apartment. I believe I’m
going to go make sure she’s tucked in safe and sound.”

Jenna laughed, thankful for the momentary distraction.
“Right neighborly of you. And that would totally make sense, if you didn’t live
on the other side of town, nearly a half-hour’s drive from her.”

He kept walking to the exit door, but she could hear the
smirk in his voice. “That’s just the kind of friend I am. Later.”

She eyed the carpet as he turned the corner, contemplating
taking her shoes off so she could sink her toes into it. Hardwood would have
been easier to maintain but the twins had decided on carpet since a lot of the
submissives were on their knees for their Masters in here. Or sitting at their
feet before or after a scene.

The temptation was there to slide her stilettos off but when
she met Nick the added height would be worth its weight in gold.

Her spiky heels made her feel powerful and she’d take any
advantage she could get when she met Nick.

Fake it ’til you make it
, was one of her favorite
sayings to brand-new subs.

She decided not to look too closely into that thought.

Jenna focused back on Oscar who was steadily cleaning.

“Need any help? I could do anything you need. Just put me to
work. I could wash, you could dry…” She sounded desperate. She knew it and just
couldn’t put a cork in it.

He snickered and she glanced up to his face from where she
had been transfixed by the water in the sink. “What?”

“What? Really? You’ve been here long enough—been in the
lifestyle a hell of a lot longer than I have—and you’re going to sit there with
those big doe eyes and ask ‘what’?”

“I’m a little distracted, it’s true.”

He shook his head at her, raising an eyebrow at the same
time. “Your pupils are dilated, and I really don’t want to have to explain to
Chris and or Jared and or another certain dark-haired Dom who’s probably on his
way why you’re drooling on all the glassware. You look exhausted.”

Her head thunked on the bar as she gave in.

It’d been a long night.

Since the moment he’d put his hands on her—

Even that was a crock of shit she was trying to pass of as
true.

Since the moment she said Yes to him—

Lie.

Since the moment his face flashed up in her head during one
of her dreams of Ian, he’d occupied her every waking thought.

Things were about to change. Hopefully for the better, but
it could absolutely go either way. It wasn’t as if they were mere
acquaintances, just as Skye pointed out earlier. They weren’t just friends,
they were fucking coworkers.

They could hate each other afterward, making one or both of
them extremely uncomfortable. And working in a situation like that wasn’t going
to work. That gave her another handhold to cling to in her desperate attempt to
keep it all about sex and nothing else.

Her brain just wouldn’t shut up. She’d tried to catch a few
winks up in the prep room, at the twins’ behest earlier but it hadn’t helped.
She was already exhausted even before talking to Nick.

Maybe she could renig? At least postpone their little
heart-to-heart until—

Warm hands slid up her biceps, settling on the nape of her
neck. Tremors racked her body, tingling all the way up to the top of her skull.

Nick
.

She never saw him but she knew it was him.

His warm primal energy enveloped her as he dug his thumbs in
at the top of her shoulders.

“Jesus, you’re tense.”

She moaned. Not a little church-girl sigh but a bitch-in-heat
kind of keening cry. His fingers were magic. They trapped her sore muscles
between his more than capable hands, chasing away her lethargy. He replaced it
with a sexual tension she hadn’t allowed herself to feel for four long—

She shut down that thought before it could multiply the
needs racing between her legs.

“Relax, Jenna. Just relax.” He didn’t say anything else.
Didn’t offer her any explanation or ask her permission.

He wasn’t shy about touching her. But he didn’t have to be
either.

He owned her. Every time she’d thought about it since she’d
said yes earlier in the evening anxiety had nearly choked her. But with his
warmth seeping into her, calling to her, tempting her like the stare of
Medusa…it was different.

She knew it was bad, knew it would change her beyond
anything she could wrap her mind around but the temptation was too hard to push
away.

He worked her shoulders, down her biceps which were sore
because she’d tied earlier with Oscar. Pushing herself to take more was a
compulsion lately as she continued to fight what she truly needed.

Pressure points she didn’t even know she had lit up and
relaxed as Nick worked his way up her neck. Every muscle in her body went lax
as he wove fingers into her hair, working her skull with his sure touch.

Another moan that doubled as a whine slipped out., Jenna
wanted more, unable to fight it since her body responded to him. She ached for
what he could give her and she was so tired she couldn’t put on a brave face.
She couldn’t flirt and distract him with her cleavage tucked beneath her body
or disturb his concentration.

Drooling on the bar was a real possibility and she was glad
it was Oscar behind it tonight. He knew a bit about why she fought Nick so
hard, so falling under his spell with a witness wasn’t as hard as she thought
it would be.

She would have wondered if she was dreaming but she felt too
relaxed for that to be true.

He rubbed her scalp, working her head until she was nothing
but a limp girl, ready for anything. She sighed again and didn’t even fight him
when he scooped her up, carrying her to one of the couches against the side
walls.

Oscar or someone else equally wonderful turned off some of
the lights as Nick walked with her.

Damn he smelled good.

She didn’t think it was cologne. If it was, it had long
since faded into a unique scent that was all him. And delicious.

She fingered the lapel on his suit jacket as he walked,
rubbing her cheek against his chest.

A growl slipped out, not loud, but it rumbled through her
where she touched him. She rubbed against him again, just so she could feel his
need one more time.

He sat down, settling her in his lap. So they could talk,
she presumed.

Vulnerability stood up and did a few jumping jacks in her
stomach but when he didn’t force her to sit up and face him, she closed her
eyes, settling into his lap.

He was a big guy. Six-foot-three or something. Tall. So his
lap was wide and he held her close, rubbing tiny circles with his thumb on the
inside of her knee.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered out of nowhere she could
find the source of.

“For what? Taking care of you?”

Talk about hitting the nail on the head. Instead of
answering she asked, “How do you know me so well when apparently I’ve
completely missed the mark on you?”

“You haven’t missed anything, Jenna. You said yes when you
could have walked. You know what I can give you.”

She knew what he was going to take from her, she didn’t know
about anything else.

Fear and uncertainty crept up and she wanted to pull away.
She wanted to leave, to run, to flee so fast and so far he couldn’t find her.

He pulled her closer, wrapping his warmth around her,
comforting her when she didn’t even know how badly she needed it. And she was
unable to ask for what she wanted, what she needed so desperately.

He held her for several minutes. Not saying a word. Just
letting her feel him. Get used to his touch, his dominant presence. It wasn’t
as if he was commanding her to get on her knees for him, to suck his dick or
bend over so he could fuck her.

But she wanted all of that.

She wanted to give it to him, to offer herself to him in
every capacity she had in her body. Her mind.

She took a deep breath and raised her chin.

As a storm brewed, the clouds almost always turned dark
gray, casting a shadow of foreboding beneath everything that lay in its path.

Nick’s eyes reminded her of that.

She wanted to hide from his perceptive gaze but she forced
herself to stare back. If she couldn’t handle his attention while just sitting
on his lap, she had no hope of surviving when he had her tied up or prone
beneath him.

“Stand up.” His deep voice rumbled through her as if his
body were a faultline she just happened to be sitting on when an earthquake
started.

She climbed off his lap and stood before him, her hands
clenched into tight fists, waiting for him to tell her he wanted.

“Take off the fishnets.”

He unbuttoned his double-breasted jacket as she slipped out
of her heels. The sexy hosiery gripped her thighs as she worked her hips out of
them. His knee was perfect to hold on to as she pulled the nylon completely
free. She tried to slip her shoes back on.

“And the panties.”

She gripped his knee harder than she meant to before
standing before him again. The thong she wore didn’t put up much of a fight as
she removed it.

“Now the fuck-me heels back on.”

Jenna smiled as she slipped her feet into them again. The
electric blue that matched her corset was a pretty striking combination.
Especially since she was naked as a jaybird beneath her very short tutu.

“Sit.”

When she tried to sit beside him he grabbed her waist,
pulling her onto his lap again but this time she straddled him. The smooth
material of his suit slid along the cheeks of her rear as he tugged her close.

His erection pressed against her clit, and he rolled it
against her mound, stealing more than just her breath.

She clutched his shoulders and moved her hips against him at
his urging.

His warm hands slid beneath the tulle of her skirt, gripping
her ass, driving the rhythm and pressure of her movements.

She rolled her hips, riding his erection, all the while
staring into his eyes.

They were doing nothing more than dry-humping like a couple
of teenagers who’d never had sex before. But the intimacy stole her breath.

The urge to hold him, to place her forehead to his and be as
close as possible rose inside her as swiftly as her need to climax did.

Her lips smacked as her jaw fell open, her orgasm racing to
her clit, as if it were an out-of-control freight train.

He grabbed her hips, stilling her moments, before she could
fly off into ecstasy.

“Rule number one.”

Huh?

“You do not come without permission.”

She stared at him, watching his nostrils flare and his
flushed skin. He wasn’t unaffected by what they’d been doing. Far from it but
somehow his brain was still working.

“We’re going over the rules now?”

He nodded with a smirk as he pulled her close and rolled his
erection against her again. “They’re normally boring as hell to cover. It’s
more like gum flapping, nothing more. This way I figured it’d be a bit more
entertaining.”

“Night, kids.” Oscar called across the room.

Jenna whipped her head around so fast she almost fell off
Nick’s lap. She’d completely forgotten about Oscar. Mother Teresa could have
been sitting at one of the tables behind her having tea and it wouldn’t have
mattered.

Oscar saluted them both with two fingers and he winked at
Jenna before he passed out of sight.

“Damn,” she whispered as she faced Nick again.

The fleeting thought she should have been embarrassed was
there and gone before she could react to it.

“Making you forget where you are, who else is around and
what your own name is, is going to be my pleasure for the next thirty days.”

He urged her to move on him again. “You’re quite adapt at it
already.”

“I know.” It wasn’t cockiness that laced his voice, just a
dominant assuredness that came from somewhere deep inside him. He didn’t have
to try at it. It simply…was.

She moved her pussy against him, surely coating the crotch
of his pants with pussy juice. She got close to coming again and he stopped
her, pushing her far enough away that her clit was left needy and alone.

“Number one, no coming without permission.”

“You’ve already said that one,” she nearly growled at him.

“But you didn’t acknowledge it the first time. We were
interrupted on that go round, so I figured I’d cover it twice to make sure we
were on the same page.”

She swallowed, willing the synapses in her brain to stop
sending pulses down to her pussy long enough for her to answer. “Yes, Sir. I
hear you. I will not come unless I have your permission, blessing and seal of
approval.”

“That’s my girl.” He didn’t give her any time to panic, just
pulled her close again, grinding against the sensitive button of her arousal.

Sensation piled up inside her faster as they moved against
each other.

“Number two.”

A tremor worked its way up her back as he pushed her away.

“You will be available to me and my needs at any time, day
or night. And one of my needs is to have you in my bed each night.”