JennasConsent

by Jennifer Kacey

  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.

  Chapter Eight

  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.