Jenna's Consent (27 page)

Tension bled away, one shallow thrust as a time.

He let go of her hands, wrapping his arms completely around
her.

His nose buried in her neck set off a wave of longing she
was normally better at keeping at bay.

“You smell good.” He ran his nose up her throat and she
sighed, burrowing her fingers in his hair.

“You too, Sir.” She kissed his shoulder, wanting nothing
more than to stay there for the rest of their month together so she didn’t need
to worry about anything else.

An image of Ian with his tongue buried in her pussy flashed
across her mind.

Nick lifted his torso off her, staring down at her again.

He stared at her eyes and her mouth, then kissed her softly.

His
mine
from earlier bounced inside her skull,
giving her some kind of mental whiplash.

She loved the possession that bled from him but somehow knew
it would never be enough.

“Don’t take off. I’ll be right back.”

He ran his nose against the tip of hers one more time,
giving her mouth one more peck before pulling out of her and heading toward the
bathroom.

On his way he asked her, “Why was the tie so hard for you
tonight?”

She curled onto her side to watch his tight ass walk away.
“What do you mean? The single futo?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s not like it was that easy.”

He raised an eyebrow at her as he stepped around the wall
into the bathroom. “You’ve been self-rigging for how long?”

“Umm… A long time.”

“My point exactly. So what happened today that made the tie
as hard as it was on you?” He turned on water and she pictured him naked and
washing off his cock.

“Maybe it was because it was the first time in front of an
audience.”

“Not buying it.”

“Ooooor,” she dragged out the word, feeling more than a bit
psychoanalyzed. “Maybe it was the fact that I’d tied earlier in the day.” He
walked back in, crawling over her body to climb in bed behind her.

“Self-suspended earlier?”

“Yes.”

He tugged her body back against his, spooning all around
her. She closed her eyes, trying not to get attached to the feel of Nick behind
her.

Anyone behind her.

That’s what she’d meant.

She wiggled, trying to get away from him but all she
accomplished was reminding her backside she was surrounded by virile naked man.

“So, what did you tie?”

“Huh?”

He chuckled and it rumbled up her spine. “What did you tie
earlier?”

“Double futos. Chest harness. Almost exactly like what I was
in with you. Taking it again forces me to process it differently. The pain. And
knowing I disappointed you made it that much harder to set the pain aside. But
I wanted to make you proud, even though I know I’d earned the punishment.”

She’d wanted to earn his praise by taking it but that part
she kept to herself. “It’s a little scary. Our tying is very similar.”

“Well, I learned from the best.”

“There is only one ‘best’ and I learned from him overseas in
Japan.”

Nick rolled her over. “You’re shitting me.”

“Not. The best rigger in the world is overseas.”

“Not about that. Nawa Goshujin. That’s who you learned
from?”

She stared at him, a little thrown for a loop. “I did. I met
him almost six years ago. Truly studied under him a few years after that.
Stayed for a while.”

“How long’s a while?”

“Several months.” She stared over at him, wanting to run her
fingers through his hair. She tucked them below her chin instead.

“That guy’s a fucking rope rock star.”

Jenna smiled fondly, thinking of him. “He’s amazing. He’s my
family.”

Nick kissed her and pulled her close, wrapping his arms
around her. “Sounds like you really loved it there.”

“Japan was amazing. What he taught me in just a few shorts
months changed my life. He helped me find me again, after…”

“After?” He tipped her chin up, not allowing her to hide.

“After…Ian.”

His eyes narrowed but only for a second as he schooled his
features. “What happened with him?”

She shrugged, fighting the urge to hide or run. “We met at a
rope conference in Chicago. We were both with other people but the chemistry
was there. We kept in touch, then both of our relationships fell apart and we
got together.” She paused, not wanting to get into anything else. “It didn’t
work out. Life sucks sometimes. You move on.”

“There’s a whole lot more between you two, with what I saw
on video.”

“Of course there’s more than that. We were together for
almost three years. He was…important. Getting your heart stomped on sucks, no
matter who you are.”

“So tell me what happened?”

“That’s the stupidest question any guy could ask. You don’t
really want to know what happened between us anymore than I want to talk about
it.”

“Have you ever talked about it?”

“To Skye. Some.” She rolled over, wanting nothing more than
to walk away. Blabbing about Ian to Nick had “explosive” written all over it.
Probably had little skulls painted all over it too. She wanted to get up but
stayed perched on the side. She stared over her shoulder at him. “May I get up,
Sir?”

Casanova’s yummy grin tipped up his lips.

He got up, walked around to her and stepped between her open
legs. He clutched a handful of her hair, guiding her to his already more than
halfway-hard cock. “You sure can. As soon as you give me a good morning
blowjob.”

Despite her unease, she smiled, automatically putting her
arms behind her back to keep from touching him without permission.

“But we never went to sleep, Sir.”

He ignored her statement, completely focused on what he
wanted. “Use your hands. Make it good.”

Her eyebrow rose before she could think better of it.

A rumble of amusement shook his chest. “Think you’re pretty
good at giving head, do you?”

“I don’t think anything, Nick. I
know
I’m good at
giving head.” She licked the head and his cock pulsed beneath her tongue.

“And how do you know this?”

“Because I like it.” She sucked the head of his dick in,
rolling her tongue beneath it. She glanced up and stared into Nick’s eyes,
sinking onto his cock.

He was locked on her face, on her eyes and her mouth,
watching her suck his cock. Telling her to use her hands was going to guarantee
he came hard and quick, no matter how many times he’d already come with her.

The tips of her fingers slid up the front of his thighs. One
gripped his shaft close to the base and the other cupped his balls. He let her
have her way and moved his other hand to her hair. Gripping two handfuls of her
short hair made her moan. He could take over at any time and fuck her face
exactly how he wanted to.

She moved back and forth, bobbing on his shaft. The thick
flesh couldn’t have gotten any harder if she wanted it to.

Her jaw ached from so much use and she liked it.

The day after a hard scene was always more amazing when she
had little reminders she could touch or feel. They grounded her, keeping her
tethered to the here and now instead of lost in her own expectations.

“Your mouth, Jenna. Fuck.”

She licked his shaft. “Thank you, Sir.” She sucked him down
again, rolling his sensitive balls in her hand.

“In. Your. Case—” He stopped as she swallowed against the
head of his dick. “Enthusiasm definitely equates to talent.”

She ran the head of his cock along her lips, popping it
against them as she stared up at him. The slow blink she gave him had him
grinding his teeth.

“I want your cum, Sir.” She sucked him down again, sliding
on his wet cock.

“Why do you want it? Tell me why.”

“Because it’s yours, Sir. Because I want it inside me. I
want to be good enough to earn it from you.”

“Right answer, pretty girl.”

He squeezed the handfuls of hair he clutched in his fists.
“Grip my cock. Hard.”

She tightened her grip around his shaft, trying not to be
too rough on his balls. They sucked up tight to his body and she knew how close
he was to coming.

Her eyes flicked up to him again.

She wanted to see him. Even more than she needed to hide
from him.

His pleasure.

His needs.

His cum.

It was her only focus. Her only desire.

“Dammit. Your mouth.”

Tingles shimmied over her scalp and she would have been
rubbing her thighs together if he hadn’t been standing between her legs to get
closer.

“Every. Drop,” Nick ground out.

The first splash of his cum hit the back of her tongue just
as he cursed.

She moaned at the taste of him and swallowed him.

Spurt after spurt of liquid satisfaction coated her throat
and his head finally fell back. She closed her eyes, wallowing in her need to
please him.

He was dangerous to her, she knew it but she couldn’t stay
away from him. Keeping herself separate was only going to hurt them both.

Hurt might have been inevitable anyway. So she decided to
enjoy the trip to heartache, if that’s where she was going to end up.

His cock jerked one last time and she licked the end, not
wanting it to be over, all ready for the next round.

He pulled out and then tipped her chin up with the backs of
his knuckles. He wiped a tiny drop of semen from her lip and offered it to her.
She licked it off his thumb with a purr she couldn’t have stopped if she’d
wanted to.

“Damn your mouth’s sexy. Along with every other part of
you.” He tugged her to her feet and into his arms. “You doing anything with the
girls today?”

Jenna had to push the reset button on her brain to get it to
function. She almost called it the easy button but it was anything but easy to
focus with his glorious taste still ripe on her taste buds.

“I have a meeting late this afternoon, but alone. Afterward
the girls and I are gonna look at a couple places and then we were talking
about having a sleepover.”

“Places for what?”

“We’re talking about opening a few businesses. Still in the
starting stages, which is partly what the meeting is about. We’re running into
a bit of issues with the city but we’re hoping to work it out today.”

“I’ve got some other stuff to deal with here this afternoon
but before that, around noon, I’ll be at the gym. Meet me there after you get
your stuff handled this morning. I’ll kick your butt and make you like it.”

Jenna totally dug the challenge and licked the corner of her
lips to make sure she hadn’t missed anything else. If it just happened to
remind him of what she’d just done, so be it. “You’re on. Loser buys smoothies
and has to wash the winner’s car every weekend for our month.”

At the mention of their timeline, Nick’s eyes clouded over.
“Deal.” He grabbed a robe for her from the bathroom and helped her into it.

A flutter of nerves invaded her system as he walked her to
the door.

She’d needed to leave but all of a sudden wasn’t sure if she
really wanted to.

Instead of reaching for the handle, he crowded her into the
corner.

He clasped her wrists behind her back, digging one of his
warm hands into the cups of her corset, clamping her nipple hard between his
thumb and forefinger.

“The month is mine, Jenna. Don’t forget who owns you.”

Just that quick, she was ready for him again. She tilted her
head away, allowing him unfettered access to her neck and shoulder. He bit it
and she moaned.

”Don’t forget,” he ordered, pinching her nipple again until
she cried out.

She shook her head and blurted out, “Yes, Sir. Yours. I
won’t forget.” She wanted him. Only him.

Only. Him.

He licked the sting away from the flesh he bit and released
her, albeit reluctantly.

His lips brushed hers and he kissed her until she was truly
breathless.

He finally opened the door and let her leave, handing her
bag over. It surprised her since she hadn’t seen or paid any attention to it
earlier.

Damn, it was heavier than she remembered it.

Probably had something to do with her limbs feeling like
Jell-O.

She wiggled her fingers at him as he closed the door and she
started her trek down the quiet hallway.

Her hands fit snuggly into the pockets of the black
terrycloth and the green carpet cushioned her feet as she walked silently
toward the elevator.

Her access card was in the bottom of her bag so it took her
a few seconds to dig it out. It gave her just enough time to do a little bit of
“I can still smell his cock” soul-searching.

Wanting the month to be longer was one thing because she
already felt the sting of their time together being stripped away. But, wanting
it to hurry to see if anything could come of Ian being there? That thought
really threw her head into some kind of kamikaze death spin of doom.

As in…the kind where it’s too death defying and the poor
shmuck on the bike will never make it. Yet, somehow he almost does, only to
ultimately go crashing to the ground.

An image of Ian between her legs, licking her clit like a
cat licks cream, flashed in her mind. His thick fingers digging their way
inside her slick channel, making her come. Ordering her to come.

She shook her head, trying desperately to clear it.

She’d get through it. All of it. And her heart would still
be intact. It wouldn’t be broken. Not like last time.

She had loved Ian when he kicked her out.

This wasn’t about love.

That went for both Ian and Nick, for that matter.

It was sex and that was it.

Nothing else.

She repeated it all the way out to the parking garage where
she promptly remembered she had on a corset, panties and a short black robe.
That was it.

Maybe it was some kind of sign she should have gone back
inside. Back to Nick’s room, knocked on the door and gone to sleep beside him.
She’d fulfilled her end of the bargain though. They fucked in a bed. She was
covered. She was. But doubt made her suck her lips between her teeth.