JennasConsent

by Jennifer Kacey

His hand must be the size of a dinner plate.

  “Please,” she begged.

  He leaned over, gently fisted her hair and tugged her head to the side. “Please what?” he whispered in her ear. “Please stop?” He popped the P, tickling her cheek. “Or please more?”

  His hand snaked between their bodies and he scraped her ass with his fingernails.

  “Mmm, mmhmm.” She couldn’t keep from begging—from whining. He wasn’t someone she’d normally be attracted to, though he was gorgeous. The thought of two other men setting all this up, giving her a fantasy, along with being kidnapped made her blood race in her veins.

  Damn she was already wet between her legs and her nipples ached for attention.

  “Whatever you want.”

  He chuckled, nuzzling her neck. “Very good.”

  His weight shifted so suddenly she blinked in the darkness, and then he was there again, hauling her to her feet.

  “Now that you’re in a more suitable mindset.” He slid a blindfold over her eyes and she thought he may have turned the lights on. “Let’s get rid of these pants, shall we?”

  “But the shackles are in the way.”

  Snick, clicked a pocketknife.

  “You’re going to cut my clothes off!” She sounded shrill even to her own ears but she couldn’t help it.

  “No.” He slid the knife between the tight pants and her ankle and split the fabric up to her knee. “Only your pants. Someone else has plans for that corset.”

  Air hitched in her chest when she tried to suck in enough oxygen for his last comment to make sense. Surely he couldn’t mean…

  Cool air rushed across her legs as he cut her pants away.

  They fell in a heap where he tossed them.

  A warm hand palmed her ass. The fleshy globes revealed by a thong.

  “Nice and rosy. My favorite.”

  He clicked the knife closed, then took her by the upper arm just as she pictured him doing to some criminal.

  She stepped away from him, turning around to where she hoped she faced him. “I’m not going to go easily. I’m not.” She took a couple more steps backward until he yanked her back by a hand around her throat.

  “You’ll go where I tell you to.”

  She tried to hurl a curse at him but he squeezed just enough to restrict her vocal cords.

  “This is not my first rodeo, little girl.”

  “Obviously,” she squeaked as soon as he relaxed.

  The door whooshed open beside her, which wasn’t where she thought she was in the room. He shoved her out into the hallway.

  As the door latched into place he spun her around, fisting her hair and propelling her down the hallway.

  “Let’s go see how much a slave with your talents will bring at auction. I’m halfway tempted to bid on you myself.”

  “Oh God,” she mumbled as he moved her into the elevator.

  His chuckle did funny things to her insides as she stood there in nothing but a corset, tiny panties and five-inch heels.

  “Even he might be enticed by the image of you. You could tempt a saint, I do believe.”

  His hand tightened in her hair as the doors opened and he thrust her forward.

  Her heels clicked along the hardwood until she reached the plush carpet of the bar. She swiveled her head several inches either way but couldn’t hear anything. No members, nothing.

  Another door was opened before her and the hushed murmurs of a crowd crashed over her. A familiar voice boomed all around her. “Anyone else have a piece of property to put up for auction?”

  “I do,” Douglas called out from behind her.

  She froze, digging her heels in, not liking that she couldn’t see.

  “She seems…willful still.”

  Douglas shoved her along—toward the front, she thought. Her position was confirmed when he led her up several steps.

  “That’s not my problem. Whoever is lucky enough to win her will have the pleasure of conditioning her.”

  “Her ass is a bit red. Give you some trouble on the way over?”

  “Duke? Is that you?” she called out as her wrists were moved in front of her and then raised above her head.

  “Sure is, pretty girl. Douglas, why don’t you take that blindfold off and let our next item see for herself what she’s just walked into?”

  The blindfold loosened and light flooded her eyes. She squinted, rubbing them against her arm until she could blink and focus. Douglas stood next to her, looking like he was enjoying himself way too much.

  “Enjoy tonight,” he whispered and tucked a few pieces of hair behind her ear. “It’s all for you, even though your friends got to have a bit of fun too.” He nodded behind her toward the front of the stage.

  “Fuck…” she gasped.

  People filled the room. Well-dressed men and women sat a tables with small signs with black numbers on them.

  Auction signs.

  The lighting was so harsh onstage she couldn’t make out the faces of people.

  “Yes, Sirs,” tickled her ears off to the left. Cyn stood before Chris and Jared as they inspected their property.

  Sensation bloomed along the flesh of Jenna’s thigh as they touched her friend.

  She looked farther down the wall and Jackson had Skye strapped to a cross, his body pressed tightly to hers.

  On the other wall, Scott had Haleigh and Kyle cuffed together. Their lips moved as they spoke to him and he ran the cracker, the end of a whip, across their flesh. Apparently females weren’t the only commodity up for sale.

  Couples and groups of people had claimed spots all along the altered walls of the room. Gone was the industrial feel of the dungeon space it had been that morning. Now it was a high-end auction house with tablecloths and waiters. Everyone was dressed to perfection, except the slaves. They all wore close to nothing or nothing at all.

  “Do I hear two thousand?”

  “Two.”

  Huh?

  She glanced at Duke for the first time, even though he wasn’t far from her. He spoke on a microphone attached to a podium and had a gavel in his hand that he gestured toward the crowd with.

  “Three thousand? Ah, yes, you in the back.”

  Jenna squinted, trying to pull her hand down to shield her eyes. Her hands were bound above her. She looked and they were cuffed to one of the movable lines running in the mesh above the main stage. She certainly wasn’t going anywhere.

  “Six thousand?”

  “Six,” she mumbled and positioned her head so she could peek out between her arms.

  “Six,” came from a man sitting at a table, midway back. Nick.

  She’d know his voice anywhere and didn’t know if she wanted to hide or preen as she stared at him.

  His confident eyes locked with hers and her mouth went dry. He wore a tuxedo. As if he wasn’t devastatingly handsome before.

  “Seven,” called a man from the back of the room. He didn’t even wait for Duke to call the next bid.

  Ian stood close to the back, half in shadow. She tried to rub her legs together to find some relief but all that did was make her wetter.

  Nick stood next to his table and glared toward Ian. “Eight.”

  “Well it seems we have a bit of a bidding war, ladies and gentlemen.”

  The crowd murmured again and Jenna fell into the fantasy.

  They bid back and forth, both of the men moving closer to the stage until they squared off side-by-side.

  “The dark-haired gentlemen, the bid rests with you at twenty-five thousand. Do I hear thirty thousand?”

  “Forty thousand,” boomed a voice toward the back of the room near the door. The bidder stood behind Duke so she couldn’t see who it was.

  Nick and Ian turned toward him, more than a bit pissed off.

  It didn’t seem as if this was part of the plan.

  “Forty thousand,” Duke yelled. “That’s the highest we’ve seen tonight, folks.”

  He moved just enough to the side to let
her see and there stood the other bidder. Blond hair, dark eyes, his jacket unbuttoned and his hands in his pockets as if he could give a shit about the forty grand he’d just wagered on her.

  Damien.

  Her new landlord.

  A shiver worked its way up her spine. He spooked her just a tad and she focused on Nick and Ian again, who were in the middle of a heated argument. The crowd had grown louder as the bidding increased and she couldn’t hear what they were saying.

  “Do I hear forty-five thousand? Either of you gentlemen?”

  They argued more and Jenna’s heart hammered away in her chest. She bit her lip, not knowing what was going to happen.

  She glanced at Damien again and a devilish smile transformed his face from uninterested to intense in less time than it took her to curl her toes in her shoes.

  “Forty thousand, going once.” Duke’s voice echoed in the room.

  Ian and Nick stared at each other, eyes narrowed.

  “Forty thousand, going twice.”

  Jenna held her breath, nerves skating toward her stomach, as her insides bottomed out.

  “Ssssoool—”

  “Fifty thousand,” Nick called out.

  “And we’ll take her together.”

  Jenna watched Ian’s lips move but it took her a second to comprehend what they meant.

  “Together?” she whispered.

  “Sold!” Duke yelled as he brought the gavel down on the podium he stood behind.

  She focused on the men again, moving her head to follow them as they moved to the steps and then came up the stage to collect her.

  “Here’s the key to her cuffs, gentlemen.” Douglas handed Ian a key and then faced her. He inclined his head. “She’s a bit headstrong. Can’t wait to see what you do with her.” He offered his hand to Ian and then Nick.

  “Thanks for your help. We had a feeling she wouldn’t follow instructions on her own.”

  “My pleasure.”

  She barely noticed as Douglas left the stage. Ian and Nick approached with nothing but pure sex radiating from both of them.

  Nick unlocked her cuffs from the chain overhead and lowered her arms.

  “Mmm,” she whined as blood rushed to her hands.

  Ian wrapped his arm around her stomach and held her up as Nick massaged her arms but he didn’t remove the cuffs.

  “What are you doing?” She looked up at him, freezing when his eyes flipped up to meet hers.

  “Rubbing you.”

  “You know that isn’t what I meant.”

  Ian leaned down, running his nose along her exposed shoulder as he brushed his pants-covered erection across her tender backside. “Then what did you mean, slave?”

  Her head tilted away and her eyelids must have weighed a hundred pounds apiece. “This. The scene. Together.” Words weren’t her strong point when they were both so close that their mild colognes mingled together, making her want things she shouldn’t.

  “Together was the only way we could outbid the other gentleman. Neither of us were willing to give you up. So this was the best alternative.”

  Jenna read into his words and she dropped her shields just enough for warmth to flood her body as they moved closer.

  “No rules. No limits tonight, Jenna. Nothing between us.” Nick stared at her.

  It wasn’t a question but she answered it anyway, maybe for herself but she needed to verbalize it nonetheless. “Yes, Sirs. For tonight.”

  “Then we’ll see what tomorrow brings,” Ian added.

  Her grin made an appearance and Nick scooped her up into his arms.

  They took her back to the room they were in the last time and she saw it as a challenge. Something was different inside her and she wasn’t going to be weak anymore. She was going to take what they offered and not get ahead of herself. Expectations of forever kept getting in the way of today so she tried to let everything but the here and now go.

  Nick sat her down in the middle of an open space and linked her cuffs again. When he walked away, Ian lifted her arms over her head and attached them to a chain similar to what had been on the stage.

  It was almost the perfect height and Nick raised it a tiny bit higher, using a mechanism found in a hidden panel in a wall of the dungeon. She was perfectly balanced up on her heels.

  “Now, about that corset.” Ian stepped in front of her, pulling his knife from his pocket. The one she dreamt about.

  “No.” She shook her head side to side and tried to move away. She only made it about three inches.

  “I put it there.” Ian’s words stopped her struggle and she focused on him, some of her panic receding. “You never wore them before and I’m not saying they aren’t hot as fuck, but you don’t wear them to be fashionable do you?”

  She stared at him as he opened his knife with a snap. A simple shake of her head was all she could muster.

  “I didn’t think so,” Nick added as he moved in behind her. “The rope and the corsets aren’t hard limits. It’s just the things you want to avoid dealing with. Right?”

  She hated being psychologically analyzed. “You tell me, since you seem to have all the answers.” She glared at both of them to make sure Ian didn’t think he was special.

  “I put it there,” Ian admitted. “So I think it’s only fitting I should be the one to cut it off.” He dragged the blunt edge of the knife down the inside of her arm, across her clavicle and dipping it into her cleavage.

  “Open.” Nick tapped her mouth and she automatically complied.

  She was shaken to her core.

  They’d sprung the “no limits” on her. Yes, she’d heard it from Douglas but hadn’t truly believed.

  Not then.

  Not until—

  He placed a maraschino cherry against her bottom teeth. “Close.”

  She did and used the tip of her tongue against the sweet flesh.

  “Don’t break the skin and don’t drop it or…” He let the rest of the sentence die away but the look in his eye told her all she needed to know. He meant business.

  They both did.

  He had gagged her.

  With a cherry.

  Ian circled her, dragging the tip of his knife along her stomach and over her hip bone, then stopped at her back.

  He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back and placed the tip of the knife at her throat. “You’re at my mercy now, Jenna. Mine. My, good g…”

  Her heart hammered against her ribs as he trailed off. He didn’t say it. Not all of it but he almost had.

  The tiny glimmer of hope she’d had before burst inside her, multiplying a thousand-fold.

  Ian stood there behind her, nipped her ear and then shoved her head forward.

  There was no buildup, no second-guessing. He sliced through the cords of her corset and they snapped one after another. Almost as if they were bullets exploding out of the end of a semi-automatic rifle.

  “Mmmm…” She closed her eyes, thankful Nick stepped up, grabbing her throat with one hand and the steel-boned chrysalis with the other.

  She felt like a butterfly.

  With a little help, she was free.

  Nick lifted the corset away from her body, exposing her to them both for the first time. Exposing her for the first time since Ian had walked away.

  He was right. He had put it there but she had allowed it to happen.

  Ian ran his hands down her back, around her waist and up her ribs to palm her breasts. He squeezed them and pinched her nipples hard enough that she cried out around the cherry.

  She squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on not breaking the cherry skin. Her teeth pressed down on it and a tiny dribble of juice ran down her chin, landing on her chest.

  “Messy. I like that.” Nick licked the drop on her chest, up her throat and then to her chin. He licked across the cherry along with her teeth and lips. “Sweet.”

  “Ungh,” came from her chest and Ian pinched her nipples again, working them as she rubbed her ass against the front of his slacks
.

  “Let’s get you down. We have plans for you.” Nick nipped her bottom lip, making her bite down and she caught herself before it broke the skin. He strode over to the wall, letting her arms down and Ian was there to uncuff her from the chain. He led her over to the same masseuse table she’d been on before.

  He turned her away from the table and then ripped the panties from her pretty pussy.

  “Huh, huh, huh.” She couldn’t speak—not that she could get her brain to actually form any coherent thoughts—so she panted in front of them instead.

  Ian lifted her, placing her on the table. Her back arched.

  “Cold?”

  She nodded once. Her acknowledgment followed by a shiver along her spine.

  “Good. You’re gonna need it.”

  They laid her back, the crown of her head resting on the indent of the donut.

  Quickly they had her wrists cuffed to the edge of the table beside her head.

  Nick added thigh cuffs, strapped tight. He ran his fingers up her inner thigh almost to her clit but backed off before he got there.

  Arousal hummed beneath her skin as he removed the shackle chain from the cuffs around her ankles.

  Ian bent one of her legs and Nick mirrored the same pose on the other leg. They attached the two sets of cuffs together and then spread her legs wide.

  Rope.

  They each pulled a piece out of their back pockets and tied the straps to something beneath the table. They crouched beside her to tie off the working end, kissing, nipping and sucking her flesh as they worked.

  Her head moved back and forth to see them both and to process the delicious need crawling through her mind.

  She ached for them, her breasts rising and falling with each shallow breath.

  “Now for a bit of color.”

  Her eyes flared as they walked away. They came back, each holding two candles.

  Red candles.

  Ian flicked open a lighter, causing the flame to flare to life. He lit his candles and then handed the lighter to Nick. His candles were lit quickly and then he closed it with a snap.

  Air pumped in and out of her through her nose as they let the wax melt. Her hips twitched uncontrollably, wanting it but scared of it.

  “Fear. I see it in your eyes.” Ian’s voice. It was like a cat’s tongue. Rough. “But you want it don’t you? You’re pussy’s so wet I could fuck you right now.”