Jenna's Consent (13 page)

He climbed onto the black leather driver’s seat and wondered
what Jenna would look like, tied, gagged and naked in the passenger side. Her
back against the door, her pussy facing him—exposed, for him to pet and slap
and finger as he saw fit.

His feet wanted to move back to the building so he put the
car in gear and hightailed it out of the parking garage. No more than fifty
feet separated him from the woman whom he was going to claim all over again.

Only he could give her what she needed. All of what she
needed.

And this time…

This time he played for keeps.

He’d do anything to have her again. Anything short of
sharing her.

He kicked the door closed to his playroom, realizing he’d
left all her stuff on the stage, the frame up, lights on.

Fuck it.

He’d fix it all later, after they both got some sleep and
hopefully before anyone else got in there.

He’d programmed the lights in his dungeon to come on dimly
at this hour after he’d come through the main door. It was enough light to
illuminate his way to the bed and bathroom, avoiding any equipment out in the
open.

Jenna weighed hardly anything so it didn’t take much
juggling to get the covers pulled down and slide her beneath. She rolled over
onto her stomach, tucking her arms in close to her sides with a sigh.

His clothes were off and his cock was gloriously free from
the confines of his pants by the time he’d made it to the bathroom.

He took a five-minute shower, trying to cool off but it
didn’t work. As he toweled himself off, his erection stood almost straight up.
Masturbating in the shower while he had his sweet submissive in bed waiting for
him seemed like bad form so he’d refrained.

When he walked toward her and caught sight of her naked ass,
shadowed by the dim light in the room, he second-guessed his decision not to
come. She’d kicked some of the covers off, revealing her perfect ass. He ran
the tip of one finger along the line her ass and leg made when they came
together, and she moaned and moved back against him.

He couldn’t resist palming both sides of her ass, just to
feel her shiver beneath his tough.

Fuck.

The laces on the back of her corset stood out in the dim
light and he reached for them. Certainly she couldn’t be comfortable sleeping
with that on. Certainly she meant he just couldn’t remove it in the middle of a
scene. And not just
always,
always.

He freed the rat’s nest of knots and pulled two of the loose
ends, stopping before he totally undid them. Unfamiliar guilt crept in because
he was violating one of her hard limits.

His compromise? To loosen the laces.

He didn’t totally remove it but he refused to let her sleep
so confined. She wouldn’t sleep well and he’d already caught enough of a wave
of fatigue off her before she’d admitted to it earlier.

He made quick work of loosening the steel-boned garment and
relaxed a half of a degree when she sighed in comfort. He tied the laces closed
again, insuring it couldn’t come totally off while she slept.

The lights dimmed even more as he stepped around the bed.

The sheets were cool as he slid in next to her, gathering
her close and covering them both. Her body fit so perfectly with his. Everything
about her fit well with him. Her flavor profile didn’t at all resemble being
vanilla. She was sassy and submissive and knew just when to be either or both.
Her outward beauty completely reflected her—

The feminine hand on his chest slid slowly down to his
abdomen. He tried not to stop breathing when she grasped his shaft,
squeezing—hard.

With a hand in her hair, he tipped her head back, forcing
her to follow the rules.

Emotion clouded her vision as he stared into her eyes. The
room was dark but he could make out just enough to see her pupils were back to
normal size. She bit her lip but said nothing, preferring to use her skilled
hand to do her talking for her.

She stared at him, working his cock as if she didn’t know if
what she did were in line with the rules or not.

“Whatever you need tonight, Jenna. Anything. Everything. I’m
not going anywhere. Not unless you tell me to go.”

His cock bounced against his stomach with how quickly she
released it. But she didn’t drop it to leave. She let go, scrambling up his
body to straddle his lap.

She trapped his cock between their bodies, sliding the wet
lips of her pussy along his thick column of flesh.

He grabbed her waist, watching her face as the light slowly
went to almost pitch black as the lights went completely off. Thankfully he’d
left the bathroom light on but it only provided a sliver of light coming
through at the bottom.

His desire to see her was only outweighed by his desire not
to stop and break whatever spell they were under. Feeling her became his only
solace and he used it with aplomb.

Her strong arms stayed firm beneath his hands and he tugged
her down a few inches so he could lick across the mounds of her breasts.

A high-pitched whimper reached his ears as she slid slightly
farther up his shaft, catching it at the entrance to her wet sex.

The head of his cock seemed to lick up her slippery slit,
clawing to get inside her.

She pressed down, trying to take the mushroom head inside
her hot pussy.

“God, Jenna. Stop,” he said low through gritted teeth. “Fucking
you bare would kill me.” And he wasn’t exaggerating. He’d die a happy man,
getting to slide inside her with nothing between them.

She pushed down a bit more and the head slid across her G-spot.

He almost grabbed her shoulders and slammed her down onto
his cock.

He wanted to fuck into her pussy and not stop until he felt
his cum sliding out around his cock.

But he physically shook his head, remembering he was the
responsible party in their equation. No matter if she looked the same on the
outside, her internal body chemistry was different after the rope earlier.

She was still high and the last thing he wanted was her
regretting giving him everything, when she woke in the morning.

He lifted her by her hips, allowing his cock to slide free.
As it hit his stomach, he was pretty sure it flipped him off.

He pressed her onto his shaft again and slid her back down
until she sat on his balls. He rolled partially to the side, grabbing a condom
package from a drawer in a nightstand beside the bed.

He’d never gotten a condom on so fast.

Not ever.

He felt like one of those Nascar pit crews but a one-man
crew and he still thought he heard her growl.

There wasn’t a submissive bone in his body. Not even part of
one. He was Alpha male all the time. But for whatever reason, hearing her growl
in what he assumed was impatience, heated his blood.

He covered his cock with latex and barely had time to roll
back over in the cage of her legs before she had one leg up. She planted her
foot, making her thigh parallel to the bed. She notched the head of his dick to
the entrance to her pussy and sank onto it.

Frantic sex—like her rope had been earlier—was what he
expected. A furious pace he’d never last through and an explosive orgasm to put
them both to sleep.

That expectation made the connection of her simply sliding
up and down on him that much more devastating.

She destroyed him.

He cupped the back of her neck and pulled her down to his
mouth. He sipped at her lips, tasting and nibbling them and then he felt it.
Her tongue licking against his. Her soft breath coming out in soft pants as she
fucked herself onto him.

Though he had to fight his nature, he let her set the pace.

She leaned in close, pressing her forearms against his
chest.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her to him as
she laid her forehead against his.

His hips moved on their own and he matched her rhythm stroke
for stroke, thrust for thrust.

He wanted to roll her over, he wanted to fuck into her, he
wanted to tell her all of the down and dirty, naughty things he wanted to do to
her.

But he did none of that. He didn’t say a word and neither
did she.

They let their bodies speak and in that moment he knew he’d
never let her go. He might not be able to love her but he’d give her everything
inside him there was to give.

As if she heard him, they both picked up the pace, moving
against each other, grinding their hips together and she went utterly wet
around him. He moved his hold on her back to the base of her spine, then lower
with both hands to the globes of her ass.

He moved her as he fucked into her and she came all around
him. Her sweet cry of pleasure was all he needed and he hadn’t even been all
that close.

Cum shot from the top of his cock and his last conscious
thought was wondering if she felt it, because she jerked when it happened.

Her body stiffened over and over as her pussy sucked on his
cock.

Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she tried to get
closer to him and it rocked his body with sensation.

They moved together, shifting in concert to one another as
each of them panted. They kissed and touched and cuddled while they crested
onto some shore of a deserted island neither of them were familiar with.

But they were together, washing ashore, trying to find their
footing.

There wasn’t anything kinky about it and she laid him so low
he’d have to look up to see a blade of spring grass.

He tugged her body down, squeezing her to his chest,
refusing to take his cock from her. It kicked inside her on each aftershock and
she seemed to hug his shaft. Holding it inside her beautiful body.

A drop of something hit his chest and it didn’t take long to
figure out they were tears.

He was going to be a fucking gentleman and ignore them but
she swiped them away.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “It’s been—”

“No apologizes. None are needed. I told you. Whatever you
need. I meant it.”

Another drop fell and another but soon they slowed, then
stopped all together.

He felt like a sappy bastard for liking that she rubbed her
tears into his skin like he’d rubbed his cum into her corset earlier.

He wondered if she wasn’t dropping a bit from the rope too
and added something else on his,
Shit I need to talk to Jenna about
,
list.

“Sleep. We’ll talk the rest out tomorrow.”

She stiffened, just as she always did when he broached the
subject of discussing something but she relaxed quickly.

Her sleep was deep and dreamless, based on the fact she
never moved. Her breathing was long and slow and he smiled several times when
she sat at the cusp of snoring.

It took him a lot longer to shake the fact that he’d had
vanilla sex for the first time in probably three years.

He wasn’t normally a big fan, preferring BDSM to seep in
somehow or another.

But he was beginning to wonder if everything was simply
better with Jenna.

She moved against him, snuggling closer and his cock slid
from inside her. He got the condom off, tied the end and tossed it in a trash
can beside the bed.

Wrapping his arms around her small chest would have been the
most natural thing in the world if her damn corset weren’t in the way.

He closed his eyes, holding her close and willed his eyes to
remain shut.

After a couple minutes of deep breathing and centering his
thoughts he drifted off to sleep.

The center of his thoughts?

Her.

Nick’s alarm went off at noon.

He’d purposefully left his phone in the bathroom so it
wouldn’t be too loud next to Jenna as she slept.

He got up, made it into the bathroom and hit the snooze
button.

His jaw opened so wide on a yawn it cracked.

After he stretched for a second he closed the door, flipping
the light on to sear his retinas, apparently. He thought about saying fuck it
and going back to bed, knowing a sleeping Jenna would be a much nicer way to
wake up.

Instead he decided to let her sleep a few more minutes. She
needed every extra minute, with what he had planned for her later.

He brushed his teeth, washed his face and looked at his
day-old stubble in the mirror—he only contemplated shaving it for about half a
nanosecond.

The look of his beard burn on Jenna’s skin the night before
was fucking hot. Another day’s worth wouldn’t hurt his feelings.

His cock cast its vote, rising to more than half-mast. He
fisted it, remembering Jenna riding him. She was something else when straight-up
sex felt more than a bit erotic. But with Jenna every position felt kinky.

He was out the door striding back to the bed before he gave
it another thought. He wanted her. He needed to fuck some of the lust out of
his system with his beautiful submissive.

His steps faltered a few feet away from the bed.

The covers on her side were turned back. He glanced around
as if she’d jump out and say ‘surprise’ at any moment.

That, of course, didn’t happen. He went back in the bathroom
and grabbed his phone. Settling on her side of the bed, he found it cold, meaning
she’d been gone for more time than he was in the bathroom.

He entered the password on his phone and brought up the
remote viewing app for the digital video recorders upstairs.

Live views of the first sixteen cameras loaded first and he
selected the one on the main stage.

“You’ve been a busy girl this morning.” No frame sat in the
middle of the stage and her rope was gone. The blanket was too. No evidence
remained.

He wondered if she even had any rope marks left on her.

It reeked of hiding, more than cleaning up now that he
thought about it with a clearer head. He made a mental note to go back and
check more days to see exactly how many times a week she’d been rigging on the
main stage with no spotter.

He selected the current time but switched it into playback,
watching in reverse until she came into view, lowering the frame.

With several button pushes he changed camera views to the
one mounted in the corner of his playroom. Only four people had access to the
playroom cameras. The owners, him and Bryan. It was for the added safety of the
members and liability protection of the owners.

He pushed play and there she was, slipping from the bed.
Even in pitch-black he saw her perfectly with the infrared LEDs built into the
camera. She was lit up as if a spotlight were trained on her. She went into the
bathroom for a few minutes and then reappeared, tightening her corset laces.

And there he was, still in bed and sound asleep.

Didn’t notice her leave.

Not her slipping from the bed, not her tightening the corset
strings or grabbing another blanket from the closet. Not even slipping out the
door.

He slept through it all.

Emotion squeezed his heart as he backed up the video to
watch it one more time. She leaned over him and kissed his shoulder before she
left, staring at him from the door one last time before slipping out.

“Fuck,” he cursed as he fell back on the bed, stirring up
her exotic scent once again.

His phone fell forgotten beside him as he grabbed his stiff
cock, jerking to her scent.

An image of her sweet face, directly above his, attached
itself to his psyche. Orgasm washing through her, her luscious lips parting on
a moan as she came on him.

He pumped faster, remembering the feel of her liquid cunt on
the head of his cock when he didn’t have a condom on.

He’d never taken anyone bare.

Never.

That required complete and utter trust. Something he’d never
had in another partner.

It came with too many complications. Expectations for both
sides he never aspired to live up to.

But with Jenna—

Cum spurted from the head of his cock, making him shout.

“Goddamn.”

He worked the head of his shaft, sliding in his own semen as
his cock continued to twitch. His cognitive reasoning kicked and jerked along
with it, tying up all of his available brain cells with one thought.

Mine
.

Followed quickly by
more
.

His spanking hand twitched since he knew she wasn’t there in
the bed next to him to lick up the cum on his hand. She wasn’t kneeling by the
bed, ready to suck his cock before his feet had even hit the floor or even in
the shower urging him to join her.

She had secrets.

A hell of a lot more of them than he normally wanted to deal
with.

But with Jenna none of that mattered, freaking him the fuck
out.

He grabbed a small towel from his nightstand and wiped
himself off.

With each swipe of the terry cloth, he became more and more
determined to find out exactly why she’d hightailed it out of his room that
morning, other than the simple fact she was scared of what she more than likely
felt for him.

He got up and headed into the shower so he could get his
head on straight, shake off the lingering cuddly bullshit and go in search of
Jenna.

To get some answers?

Yes.

To remind her she was his?

Fuckin. A.

“Can you get me a screwdriver?”

“The drink or the tool?” Jenna joked over her radio as he
moved in behind her. He’d tracked her down in one of the playrooms she must
have been getting ready for someone that night.

“Hardy-har-har, the tool, smart ass.” Oscar’s voice came
through her handset. “Small, Philips.”

“You just left.”

She jumped, whirling around in a lavender corset, with
leather pants and those tiny as hell spiked heels she somehow didn’t break an
ankle in.

“After a kiss to my shoulder and a stolen blanket, you
left.”

He tracked her hand as it moved from her mouth, down to her
throat and finally where it settled on her abdomen.

“How’d you know I kissed you? It was so dark and I barely
touched you. You sure as hell didn’t move so I know I didn’t wake you… And
you’re second-in-command on security so of course you’re one of the people with
access to everything. Including the cameras in all of the playrooms now.”

He nodded, liking how quick her mind worked. He sure as hell
wasn’t gonna fall for someone stupid.

The tension raised in the room, then he quirked an eyebrow
at her, making her squirm.

“I didn’t technically break any rules.”

“I wasn’t aware common courtesy needed to be on the list of
dos.”

She threw her hands up in frustration. “What was I supposed
to do? Find a piece of paper and write you a love note and leave it on my
pillow?”

“That would have worked. A text message waiting on me when I
got up would have been fine too. Or you could have woken me up, gently and told
me you had to leave. Or God forbid you stay in bed with me for another hour and
do what I needed you to.”

“I didn’t want to wake you. That seemed a ridiculously bad
idea. I know how rare it is getting to just sleep. As for texting, I didn’t
have my phone with me in your room, not until I made it back to the stage.”

He moved closer to her, trying to get a bead on her current
mood.

“You slunk away like a cat burglar. You didn’t make a peep.
I didn’t even hear anything on camera until you opened the door. Now do you
want to try that answer again?”

“I’m not your girlfriend, Casanova.” The words by themselves
sounded spiteful, but there wasn’t any venom behind them.

“No you’re my submissive, making what you did even that much
more egregious because you know how this works. You aren’t some newbie who just
walked into her first dungeon. You understand the dynamic we have, crave it,
need it, yet you’re fighting me at every step of the way.”

She actually shrugged her shoulder, looking away at
something else. Trying to ignore him or dismiss him or both, set off all sorts
of warning bells in his head.

Normally he’d get pissed off, assume she just wasn’t that
into him and move on.

But with Jenna, he just couldn’t. It wasn’t that he needed
her to do what he said—he knew how much she needed to submit. It rolled off her
in waves he’d never truly felt before.

“It’s just temporary. Sexy fun and that’s it, you know.
Fun.”

She said the word again, as if she were a parrot trying it
on for size. Her ability to deny what was happening between them was actually
pretty impressive. Couple that with her fair amount of deflection and not
actually taking responsibility for the part she played in their dynamic would
have thwarted a lesser man. He was surprised by her nonchalance but he didn’t
read it as selfishness. More like long-term survivalism on her part. It’s what
she’d always done and she wasn’t able to just drop it and work with him on
building a base of their own.

He wondered what had happened in her past that made her feel
she had to shut herself down.

He reached out to her, taking more than just her shoulders.
He physically took her phone from her hands and turned it off. He shoved it in
his pocket so she couldn’t get it back. After touching her cheek he tipped her
chin up, forcing her to be in the moment with him.

He sounded like a damn talk show host.

“You know how most of the cameras have been upgraded the
last couple months. And you realize that now our cameras are ready to record at
four times the resolution they were at before? These cameras are amazing. The
newest HDSDI recording technology. And that has nothing to do with the upgrades
on audio.”

He tugged her a tiny bit closer but not into his arms where
he wanted her.

“Why did you leave?”

He watched her change as he towered over her, reminding her
that he was bigger and stronger and was there to take whatever she needed him
to.

“Because I couldn’t stay.”

Her eyes filled with tears and she took a deep breath,
slowly letting it escape.

“That’s a start.” He knew when to push and when to pull back
and knew she was close to bolting so instead of playing it safe he changed
subjects.

“How long have you tied?” He thumbed away a tear that
slipped free, completely ignoring its existence otherwise.

“Eight years.”

“Self-taught?”

A tiny smile brightened her face. “Not exactly.”

“I’d like more than a few words to that answer, Jenna.”

She hesitated for a second then placed her hands at his
waist, linking their bodies at her own impetus.

He ached to crush her to him but he stayed perfectly still
instead.

“I’ve been kinky for as long as I can remember. Simple
bondage stuff for the most part, but one night when I was searching the
internet for—”

“Porn.”

She shook her head in what he hoped was good-natured
exasperation. Her thumbs moved the fabric of his shirt against his side and he
nearly growled.

“Smart ass. Anyway…” she added with an exaggerated lilt to the
word. “And I stumbled upon a Shibari website. Blog actually. It wasn’t porn. It
was more like art with a dark edge, a dangerous glimpse into something
beautiful I didn’t even know existed.”

She closed her eyes in what seemed like remembrance. She
opened them and stared straight inside him.

“That was it. My search was over and I knew it the first
time I watched a video of a live performance of a rope suspension. The
communication was silent, not a word was spoken for nearly forty-five minutes.
Yet I heard so many things. So many emotions and fears and triumphs achieved in
their connection.”

“And so your fetish was born.”

She nodded several times, focusing on him for a second and
then away again.

“I was hooked, addicted from that moment on. I devoured
information. Blogs, videos, books, you name it I went through it. It took me a
while to wade through all the bullshit out there that’s nothing but porn. And
I’m not saying rope porn is bad by any way, shape or form—“

“Whew. Thought we were going to have to stop being friends
with benefits there for a second.” He even made the motion of wiping sweat from
him brow.

“God forbid I take that away from you.”

“What the porn or the friends with benefits?”

“Both?”

“Damn straight. Sorry. Continue.”

“Ummm…” She thought about it for a second. “I started
learning about kinds of rope and how it’s made, what’s good for different kinds
of tying. Plus, I began working out like mad as soon as I found out how much
freaking strength it took just to be tied, must less do it yourself.”

“Did you do all of this alone?”

“To start with, yeah, but then I found an online site that
catered to rope. I found some other like-minded people in my area and went to
meetings. It didn’t take me long to learn the basics on self-tying but until
you’re standing there below a suspension ring and your fate is in your hands
you don’t know jack.”

“I can’t wrap my head around self-riggers. They’re both a
top and a bottom at the same time. Doesn’t that seriously fuck with your
joo-joo?”

“It can. It’s like trying to teach a class at some expo as a
top but then immediately plunging into subspace as a bottom. It can get really
intense but the feeling of euphoria from your own hands is addictive.”

“You mentioned classes. Have you gone to some of the rope
conventions?”

“In the U.S., Canada and overseas in the United Kingdom and
Japan.”