JennasConsent

by Jennifer Kacey

  She trembled at his words and he chose that moment to strike. He whacked her on the ass and she gritted her teeth, shaking her head frantically.

  His hand on the rope directly on her clit distracted her and her toes clenched on both feet.

  The pain of the tie was nothing compared to the pain of the stick, especially for a rigger who could process rope pain so quickly and find their happy space.

  Her free leg twitched as some of her coordination began to fail her as he distracted her.

  He smacked her again, this time on the tiny space between the bottom of her ass cheek and her thigh. Her whimper reached him and he touched her panty-covered pussy again.

  When he touched the stick to her thigh she jumped, anticipating another strike but none came. He let her settle, enjoying his touch and ran the thin stick on her skin between where her rope dug into her flesh.

  He moved the stick back up to her ass, keeping the side closer to the handle flush with her body. He grabbed the far end of the stick, brought it away from her then released it.

  The tiny whoosh and the resulting cry echoed inside him.

  “Please, Sir,” she begged.

  “Please what?” he asked and he let the end of the sadistick mark her again.

  “Fuck,” she cursed.

  Thin red lines appeared on her skin each time he let the cane hit her.

  She cried out, she begged, she pleaded, but she never safe worded. Never once did that bastard’s name pass her lips.

  Thank. Fuck.

  Her pelvis rolled uncontrollably at the end, trying desperately to find enough friction to get off even though she knew couldn’t. Her brain tried to override his command and he didn’t relent.

  No matter how wet she became, he kept playing with her. Touching her, flirting with the unknown, wondering if she could hold out.

  “Don’t do it,” he reminded as he rubbed the rope against her asshole, tugging on it between her breasts and her clit, stimulating her and then stopping right before she could get off.

  The tie was painful but it didn’t seem to faze her. Her entire being changed as she looked for that connection, the completion of coming for him.

  Every move he made around her, she followed. She craned her neck to focus on him, whether subconsciously or not.

  The pain of any tie ramped up the longer he kept her there. Especially when all her weight was supported by one leg. Her fingers splayed behind her back, trying to process it. He spanked her ass with his hand, grabbing it, hating himself for deciding on the no-fly zone for her orgasm but he had plans for her.

  Several more spanks in quick succession signaled the end of his patience. Her wet pussy soaked through her panties, the rope and his hand as he rubbed his fingers against her one last time.

  She’d had enough, no matter how much she begged to stay in the air, he knew better.

  Her body had been pushed to a limit he’d only prayed he’d be able to get her to.

  He released several of the knots on the rope suspending her and began lowering her to the ground.

  His cock jumped as her hand grabbed at him on the way down. Clenching his jaw barely stopped the curse poised to jump into the space between them.

  “Tuck your head, Jenna.”

  She tucked it, and he lowered her all the way to the ground. Her body shook as he began to untie her.

  One of the riggers he’d learned from taught him the timespan of untying should match the time it took to rig the person in the first place.

  He agreed.

  Normally.

  But this was not that time.

  He unwrapped and unknotted jute from around her left leg and she moaned when the tension released on all her joints.

  “Thank you, Sir.” Three little words. Sixteen letters but they wrecked him.

  The way her voice lilted up at the end as if she were still riding the edge of orgasm, slammed him in the back of the head and filled something in his chest he’d assumed would remain empty forever.

  He ripped off the rope on her right leg and she cried out. He tossed the rope aside in a pile he couldn’t give two shits about as he rubbed over the rope marks.

  Her body wouldn’t stay still. She moved and arched as he pushed her past the point of exhaustion but she stayed with him.

  He moved her up onto her knees and caught sight of her fingers rubbing together behind her back. He’d purposefully left her arms, hands and chest tied.

  The blindfold went first. He pushed it off her eyes, tossing it in the same direction of the rope.

  “Eyes on me.” To her credit she locked onto his face no matter how spaced out she was. “You look away and we’re done.”

  She focused on him and him alone. He was the master of her universe, making him want to fucking roar.

  He unbuckled her mask, ripping it off her, tossing it aside.

  Breathing must have been difficult for her. She sucked in huge lungfuls of air, her chest rising and falling as much as his rope and her corset would allow.

  His cock was going to have permanent indentations from the zipper on his pants for how hard his erection was.

  Slowly he released the top button on his pants, pulling the tab down on the zipper one tine at a time.

  Jenna licked her lips, inhaling deeply as he pulled his erection free.

  “You’re the biggest rope whore I’ve ever met.” He fisted his cock, jerking his flesh in front of her, testing her, taunting her. “So fucking sexy on your knees beneath me.”

  He rubbed the head of his cock against her lips, watching his pre-cum glisten along them, mingling with her spit.

  To her credit she never glanced away, didn’t close her eyes for longer than a regular blink. Her focus was on him and nothing else was going to change that.

  He couldn’t wait any longer to claim her again.

  “Open.”

  She didn’t have to be told twice.

  Her jaw opened and she stuck her tongue out just enough to shield his cock from her bottom teeth. Her wet tongue slid against the bottom of his shaft, coating him in her saliva.

  “Suck me. I’m gonna come in your mouth before I take you.” He pushed in as her lips closed around them.

  Her eyes on him.

  Sexy brown eyes staring up at him couldn’t have made his cock any harder but her wicked little tongue rolling along his shaft as he fucked her mouth sure as hell did.

  He withdrew, pulling almost free but she sucked him back inside.

  He seized the back of her head, fisting her dark locks with both hands so she had no control left. Moving was out of the question as he pushed into her mouth again, pressing in until her nose almost touched his abdomen.

  Her throat worked the head of his dick and he fucking lost it.

  His control was shot to shit. He pulled out and thrust into her mouth again, her teeth scraped down his shaft. That was all it took.

  Sweat beaded along his spine as his seed shot into her mouth. He roared. One of them groaned and he felt it in the pit of his abdomen.

  Her eyelids finally closed as he pumped erratically past her lips and she sucked him on each thrust as if she’d never get to taste another cock again.

  Her head jerked to the side as soon as he pulled free and she swallowed several times, running her tongue on her lips and chin as if she didn’t want to lose even a single drop.

  “Perfect.”

  She sighed as he laid her on the ground.

  Standing over her, tucking his still hard cock back into his pants, he couldn’t wait to fuck her again.

  He needed her, to take her, to own her.

  Kneeling beside her, he rolled her body close to him and she curled around his knees, trying to get as close as she could.

  He untied her wrists, freeing them from the harness, and then pulled her into a sitting position, leaning her body against his chest so he could finish untying her.

  Her body lay limp against his own. Her slight weight warring with the image etched into his mi
nd of her suspended, taking the pain he needed to give her.

  She blew his mind with what she could do.

  What she could take.

  And give.

  He tossed the rope into the pile he’d started earlier, then picked her up, cradling her in his arms. Her sigh made him pull her closer, protecting her, lov—

  He’d almost said loving her but that just wasn’t what this was about.

  Her mask lay on the ground, abandoned.

  He made sure to step on it as he moved across the stage to the steps on the side.

  Jackson met him at the bottom. “I’ll take care of the rope and the rest of the room. You just do what you need to with Jenna. Skye and I will handle everything else.”

  Good thing ’cause Nick could have given a shit, which was odd because normally he’d take anyone off at the knees that even thought about touching his rope.

  They could use it for a bonfire for all he cared.

  All he wanted was through the sea of people so he could get Jenna behind closed doors and sink inside her sweet body, to sate himself with her.

  He didn’t speak.

  Didn’t think he could without growling at every person in the room to get out of the fucking way.

  The look on his face evidently said enough because the sea of kinky humanity parted for him.

  All.

  But.

  One.

  Ian stood at the edge of the crowd, fists balled at his sides.

  Nick hugged Jenna closer, thankful for her comforting weight in his arms.

  If she hadn’t been there, he’d have clobbered Ian.

  He moved past him, catching him with a bit more shoulder than was completely necessary.

  “This isn’t over,” Ian snarled after him.

  “For now it is,” Nick answered with a smug smile and a raincheck on flipping him off.

  Chapter Seventeen

  The club passed by in a blur as he strode through it on the way to his playroom.

  He got the door locked behind him then made his way over to the bed.

  Laying her on top of the covers she looked up at him, sleepily watching him strip beside the bed.

  His boots hit the floor, followed by his socks and pants in short order.

  He flipped on a light beside the bed and grabbed condoms from the nightstand beside it, then climbed on the mattress to kneel between her legs.

  Finesse wasn’t his forte on a good day and this day certainly wasn’t one of his best.

  He tore off her panties, simply ripping the seams on the side and tossing the scrap of fabric off the side of the bed.

  “Nick…” The way she whispered his name fucked with his head, making his cock jerk in reaction, as if he hasn’t come less than ten minutes before.

  Her toes moved against his calves but her arms lay limp to the side and he couldn’t wait another minute to get inside her.

  He hated the hard limit of her corset being on but if he was being honest he was too far into top space to fuck with it anyway. It would have gotten shredded right along with the satin lying somewhere on the floor beside the bed.

  The condom wrapper was in his hand before he realized his brain told him to grab it and in the next ten seconds it was on and he was pushing her legs apart with his hips as he angled the head of his cock against the wet hot entrance to her pussy.

  “Don’t come.”

  “But—“

  The rest of whatever she was going to say was cut off as he thrust inside her.

  He didn’t slide in, or work his shaft inside her in increments. She wouldn’t allow it. Her pussy was so wet he simply moved his hips and plunged in deep within her core.

  “So wet for me. For my cock.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Two simple words but paired with the slow lowering of her lashes and the way she tilted her head, biting her lower lip.

  Any restraint he had in taking her evaporated.

  He dug between her back and the mattress, lifting her off the bed and onto his lap, by the grip he had on her corset laces.

  She “oophed” when she hit his chest and she latched on to his neck.

  Her slight weight was no match for his determination to have her in any position his brain could dream up.

  “Cross your ankles behind my back.”

  She did and begged as he thrust inside her. “Please fuck me, Sir. Please. I’m so empty without you.”

  Her fingernails scratched his scalp as she clutched at his hair.

  Her breath whispered across his lips and he focused on her mouth.

  “May I have a kiss, Sir?”

  He grunted as he worked his hips to fill her core until he bumped her cervix with his condom-covered cock.

  Her lips brushed his and he nipped her bottom lip.

  She whimpered against his mouth, brushing against his lips again.

  He licked her lips and her pussy tightened on his cock.

  “Like my tongue on you?”

  She tilted her head back on a whine as he thrust high and stayed still for a second and then another.

  “You taste good on my lips. In my mouth.” She opened her eyes again as he moved, pumping his hips, working his dick inside her.

  Just the reminder of coming in her mouth made his cock jerk inside her sweet cunt.

  His grip tightened around her back, pulling her even closer to the shelter of his larger frame.

  She wasn’t close enough.

  He couldn’t physically put her in a place he wanted her so she felt as close to him as he wanted her to get.

  Before he thought better of it he stood on the bed, lifting her with him.

  Her thighs tightened around his hips, as did the hand in his hair and the one now clutching at his back.

  Before she could ask what he was doing, he moved her against the wall, tilting her hips up so his pubic bone rubbed against her clit each time he shoved inside her.

  “I-It’s been so long— Since I’ve felt anything— Like— This.”

  She stuttered her way through it as he pounded into her.

  “Hold around my neck.”

  She moved the one off his back and he dug his hands between her knees and his hips, spreading her wide open.

  He watched his cock disappear into her tiny pussy and the lips of her sex stretched each time he pulled almost free.

  His jaw ached from keeping his teeth clenched together so he leaned forward, capturing her mouth with his.

  She whimpered as he opened his mouth, licking past her lips, tasting her, catching a hint of the taste of his cum.

  “You sucking me earlier, in my rope.” He kissed her again. “On your knees, because that’s where I wanted you.” He nipped her lips, pulling the bottom one out, only releasing it when she squeaked. “With the smell of your pussy in my nose and your wetness coating my fingers. I’ve wanted to be with you from the first time I met you. I’ve wanted to sink so far inside you I won’t be able to find myself for days.”

  He fucked into her, shoving her back against the wall, her shoulders, her ass.

  His knuckles were going to be scratched by being trapped between the wall and her waist and he couldn’t wait to have a reminder of owning her.

  “Please.”

  “Please what?” He sped up, determined to set a pace she couldn’t resist.

  “Please let me come, Sir. Please. I’m right there. Your rough hair rubbing my clit. I can’t stand it.” She shook her head back and forth, telling him exactly how close she was to disobeying his order.

  “Don’t you dare come, Jenna. This isn’t for you. This is mine.” He fucked her hard, setting a grueling tempo, reminding her exactly who owned her pussy for the rest of the month.

  “Mine.” He changed angles, fucking her high inside her core, hitting the ridged location marking the position of her G-spot.

  “I can’t, Sir. Please. I beg you. Please.”

  “No.” He was unrepentant in his requirement of her to obey.

  Ri
ding her so close to the edge pushed him over his.

  He slammed in deep, filling the condom he wore and semen jetted from the end of his cock, rhythmically in time to him coming.

  Sensation raced to the top of his head, making him euphoric. The rest of him seemed to just float away from his head for a second.

  His lips found hers as the walls of her pussy fluttered around him. They both breathed heavily, panting.

  One kiss to recover from the orgasm that broke him wide open and the another to keep from it.

  Her hips twitched back and forth, trying to move against him but he used his weight to trap her between his big body and the unforgiving cinderblock wall.

  He pumped inside her for a few more strokes, nipping her ear, nibbling her neck and her shoulder.

  Cuddling wasn’t in his repertoire but for her, he wanted to wrap her up and sleep for a week.

  “I’ll never be able to sleep or function or think. Not like this, Sir. Please.”

  He pulled out of her, relishing the gritted teeth he saw from her as her pussy tried to suck him back in. Her jaw tightened and she dug her nails into his back.

  He stepped off the bed, his still half-hard cock bouncing against her slick pussy.

  She growled as his cock brushed against her swollen clit. “Do you want to come, Jenna? Do you want to come for me?”

  “Yes, Sir. More than anything. I’ll do anything to come for you. Please let me come.”

  He put her on the mattress again, binding her wrists and ankles with cuffs on the four corners of the bed. “Don’t go anywhere.”

  “But—”

  Her mumbled words reached his ears as he moved into the bathroom. She strained against the cuffs as he discarded the condom and hopped in the shower.

  Was he really trying to torture her?

  Not exactly.

  But controlling her? Knowing she couldn’t get off, simply because he knew how to keep her from it, was one of the sexiest fucking things.

  He fisted his semi-hard cock on the way back to her.

  Coming twice apparently wasn’t going to detour him from taking her again. A slight delay maybe but he could have a bit of fun with that.

  “Please, please, please…”

  Her quiet whimpering reached him as he grabbed another condom out of the nightstand. He tossed the wrapper in the trash can next to the bed and rolled it over his lengthening shaft.