JennasConsent

by Jennifer Kacey

  “You were worried the same thing would happen if we had a threesome? You were worried I’d pick someone else over you?”

  He nodded and then looked at Nick. “But I think I’ve found someone to trust.” He stared back at her. “Two someones.”

  “Yes, Sir. You most definitely have.”

  “Your corsets. Why do you wear them?” Ian asked the question and she tried to swallow her emotion ready to do some confessing of her own.

  “They’re pretty and feminine and made of steel. They held me together when I couldn’t do it for myself.”

  Regret filled Ian’s intense gaze and she stared right back, allowing him access to everything she felt. Each and every emotion he couldn’t handle before.

  “They kept everyone at a safe distance. They made me feel safe when nothing else did.”

  “When I cut your corset off, something felt wrong to you. I can’t figure out what but it did. Tonight. When you took it off, it was completely different. Why?”

  “It was like that moment when a butterfly breaks free of its chrysalis, beating its wings so hard, so strong. It can’t survive that process with help. It will wither and die because it can’t make it on its own. I needed to do it on my own. I wanted to earn them.”

  “Earn what?”

  “My wings.”

  She took a deep breath and relaxed her shoulders and her arms, pulling them around to the front. Her palms brushed the floor in front of her knees and she spread her legs wide. Her backside rested on her heels as she placed her hands palm-up on her open thighs.

  She looked at the two men in front of her, giving herself to them both, finally ready to accept each of them as perfect sections of one whole.

  Emotion swam inside her, unwilling to hide any longer and she bit her lip.

  Submission is a gift she gave to them freely and without reservation. But that was all she could control.

  They had each been so concerned with protecting themselves that nothing could ever grow in that darkness.

  They were her light and she wanted to grow with them.

  She could control and share that much.

  The rest was up to them.

  “Say it,” Nick ordered with a passion that bordered on violence. “I can see it in your eyes but I want the words.”

  “I love you, Sir.” Her chest slumped like a balloon deflating, now that she was finally getting to say the words. But he filled her back up with the joy and excitement of voicing it.

  “Fuck, I love you, too. Didn’t want to. Scares the shit out of me. But…dammit, I do.” Not the most romantic declaration of feelings but that was him. And it was perfect. “You’re ours now. Permanently, if I have anything to say about it.”

  She smiled hugely but it faltered when Ian didn’t say anything. He’d been so silent that she glanced up at him. No emotion. Like ice.

  “Sir?”

  “Have I messed up too many times to ask forgiveness now? I couldn’t see past my own pride years ago to focus on what was truly important. Your needs, your care. And I know I’ve been acting like a dog with a bone.”

  “We.” Nick nodded. “We’re both guilty of that.”

  Ian looked at him, nodded and then focused on her again. “Do I have a chance of earning your love again?”

  She wanted to make it easy on him and tell him all was forgiven. But that wouldn’t be honest and it wouldn’t be fair.

  “Will you get my mask?” She glanced over her shoulder at her bag and then back to Ian. “Please, Sir?”

  He walked past her, trailing his fingers across her shoulder. She closed her eyes, leaning into his leg when he paused to touch her. Too soon, he was gone.

  He retrieved her mask then stood in front of her again.

  “I wanted to throw your collar out years ago. I thought maybe then I’d stop hurting. You broke me when you walked away and it took a lot of time to put me back together.” Deep breath. “I’m giving myself to you.” Glanced between them. “Both of you. I love you and I want this to work. But if you can’t accept what I need, if you can’t give me your all, then we’ll call it quits now. I can’t go through that again.”

  “I’m not going anywhere, Jenna. I’m finally where I belong. And even Nick’s growing on me.”

  “Like a fungus,” Nick joked and knocked Ian on the shoulder.

  They all laughed, breaking some of the tension. It was as if a storm cloud just blew away.

  “Sirs, for whatever comes next tonight, I’d like to wear my mask. I want a piece of each of you on me when—”

  “No.” Ian said it, cutting her off.

  No? She mouthed the word but no sound actually made it past the panic tightening her chest.

  Ian held the mask up. “This is for when you tie. When you tie others, when you self-suspend. That way you’ll always know we’re with you, supporting you.” He shoved her mask in the back of his pants and glanced at Nick who was drawing something out of his front pocket.

  “For the rest of the time, we had something made for you.” He held out a necklace. No… It was a collar. A metal collar. “Three sets of chains all welded together with a lock holding them all together.”

  Ian pulled a lock out of his pocket and gestured with it toward the metal collar. “Mine’s titanium, since my head is so hard.” Ian smiled at her as they approached. “It will remind me to let you in.”

  “And mine’s iron. From my fighting days. Every time I see it, I’ll remember to be gentle with you. Even if you need my pain, it will be given with love.

  “And mine?” Tears flowed down her cheeks, splashing onto her chest.

  Nick and Ian reached for her at the same time, wiping them from her skin, taking care of her.

  “Steel,” Ian explained. “You don’t need your corsets anymore. Not for protection anyway. To keep the world away. We’ll keep you safe. Both of us. For always.”

  Nick placed the collar around her neck, holding the tiny rings together at her sternum. Ian locked it together. The tiny snick of the tumblers latching made her giddy.

  With a trembling hand she reached for the lock that hung down from the collar, holding it close.

  There was something on the back. Something engraved.

  She flipped it over, focusing on the tiny letters.

  Love.

  She looked up at Ian, then Nick, feeling it from both of them.

  “As long as we have that holding us together, we can’t fail.” Ian threaded his fingers into her hair, giving her his warmth.

  Nick thumbed away another tear. “Close to your heart. Forever.”

  “Forever, Owners. Forever,” she whispered.

  She bowed before them and her lock made a tiny tinging sound when it hit the concrete. She laid her forehead on the front of each of their leather boots…and cried.

  * * * * *

  A little while later she stirred against a very warm, naked man.

  She vaguely remembered one of the men lifting her, placing her in bed and them climbing in with her after they’d stripped.

  A few minutes before, Nick had kissed her shoulder and told her, “I’ll be right back.” His cell had gone off and someone in the club needed him for something.

  His warmth still lingered behind her, inside her.

  “I liked you with the other girls.” Ian confessed out of the blue.

  “What?” She blinked, unable to keep the incongruity out of her voice. She tried to focus on him in the near darkness. “You hated me even talking about it when we were together before.”

  “I felt threatened before.”

  “And now you don’t?”

  “No.”

  “No?” She shook her head, leaning up on an elbow to see him better, unwilling to only get parts of him anymore. “You can’t just say no and expect that to be good enough anymore.”

  He pulled her on top of him, spreading her thighs wide as he sought the entrance of her sex with his cock.

  He stilled, looked up at her, not voicing what he
wanted. But she knew.

  “I’m clean. Never been with anyone without protection. I want you. Just like this. No barriers. Not from either of you. If I can’t have mine anymore, then you shouldn’t get any either.”

  He pushed inside the slightest bit and clenched his teeth. He could have used the change in topic as an excuse not to finish their conversation but he didn’t.

  “It’s different now. I know I’m enough, even if you need Nick too.”

  She stilled, thinking she really heard him for the first time. “So the sharing, you mean…”

  “Do you love me, Jenna? Really love me? And not the tiny portion left over because you couldn’t get rid of it from before. I mean do you love me now? Even with all of my mistakes toward you? Awful mistakes.” He whispered the last two words against her mouth.

  “I never stopped loving you. Never. I wanted to.” She peered into his eyes and then down to where his body was impaling her, joining hers. “But you’re a part of me. A part I never wanted to lose. I don’t think I was ready for you back then.” It was easier to confess her part in him leaving than she expected.

  He pushed inside, gritting his teeth and trying to make it gentle. “What do you mean?”

  She moved on him with his hands guiding her, urging her on. “I knew I needed two men, even back then. One was never going to be it for me but I thought I had to hold some piece of myself apart. Reserve something of myself to give someone else. I was wrong. I can give you both everything and somehow I always have more I want to give. Hmm…” A whimper broke free as he slid in deep and bottomed out, holding himself inside her tight sheath.

  “Do you love me?” Ian’s quiet question stunned her.

  She palmed his cheek, sliding her hand along his jaw and stopped with her fingers in his hair. “Yes. I love you. For always.”

  “Then that’s enough for me. It’s more than I deserve and I’ll try to earn it a little more each day. I trust you. To love me with all of you, even if in the same breath as you love Nick. Your love and mine. It’s more than enough to make this work. I love you.”

  Her forehead rested against his and she closed her eyes, wondering what in the world she must have done so right to be lucky enough to have two men who loved her.

  Fierce men who love her completely and would shatter anything in her path that held her back—if she needed them to.

  They would let her stand by herself…but never alone.

  Her lock bumped her chest on each thrust, reminding her of everything they gained and the life they had in front of them.

  Ian held her up and jackhammered into her pussy, hitting her G-spot in such a way that she cried out. “Ian!”

  “I’m here. I’m here.”

  He pumped inside her and she latched on to his shoulders, not knowing how she was going to survive the orgasm about to wreck her.

  She opened her mouth to scream and then he slowed down, pumping inside her, languidly, filling her as she panted above him.

  “What. Was. That?” Her pussy pulsed around his thick cock and she moved up and down on him.

  “Getting you ready?”

  “For what?”

  The door opened and she glanced over. Nick was silhouetted in the doorway as he walked through and made his way to them, stripping as he came.

  “Him.”

  Nick climbed on the bed, naked and without a word he bent behind her licking her asshole.

  “Nick.”

  He licked her several times, shallowly thrusting his tongue inside.

  Stretching her.

  Heating her insides until she knew she’d boil over if he didn’t get inside.

  “I need you,” she told him. She told them both as she stared into Ian’s eyes.

  Nick got up to grab a condom and was behind her with a tiny bottle of lube before she sucked in more than a handful of unsteady breaths.

  “No condoms,” she breathed out.

  Her statement seemed to immobilize him. “Are you sure?”

  She glanced over her shoulder, staring into the eyes of one of the men she loved and she’d never been surer of anything in her life. “Very, Sir.”

  He growled, tossed the condom somewhere in the direction of the dresser and licked her spine. He drizzled lube on her tight entrance and rubbed it in, fingering her ass to spread the slick liquid inside her.

  Ian filled her up and she had a moment of fear, wondering how she was going to take them both.

  Neither of them were small.

  Nick tossed the lube on the mattress and notched his cock at her quivering hole.

  “Oh,” she squeaked as he started pushing inside. She jerked.

  Ian grabbed her around the throat, pulling her close, nose-to-nose. “You can take us. You were made to take us.” He claimed her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside just as Nick powered through her tight muscles.

  She clawed at the pillow beneath Ian’s head as Nick grabbed her hips and yanked her to him.

  Ian’s fist tightened around her throat as her entire body went taut.

  “Are you gonna come for us? On us?” Nick used his blunt nails and clawed down her back.

  It wasn’t the double-penetration that threw her over the edge or the breath play or Nick’s nails. It was the two-lettered word he used to ask his questions.

  Us.

  She tried to ask permission to come but couldn’t. She stared at Ian—beseeching him—and he knew. Knew she was right there and fucked his dick inside her, pistoning it in and out along with Nick. They ramped up her pleasure until she thrashed beneath them. Fighting to breathe. Fighting to come.

  Ian released her and the question exploded out of her. “Can I come, Owners? Can I come for you?”

  “Come. For. Us.”

  She didn’t know who gave her permission.

  It didn’t matter.

  Their love surrounded her as she shattered between them.

  Colors exploded behind her eyes as she squeezed them shut, clenching her jaw to keep from crying out.

  They knew she held back.

  Ian knocked her hands out from beside him and she collapsed on his chest. He wrapped them behind her as Nick grabbed a handful of her hair, jacking her head back.

  Ian bit her throat and she screamed, another orgasm washing through her veins at the speed of light.

  Nick forcefully gripped her hair as he fucked her sporadically. “Fuck. Your ass. Just. Fuck.” He stiffened behind her and buried his cock as she clenched around him.

  Cum shot from his shaft inside her ass, again and again as he came with her.

  Her mouth fell open as they took her, owned her, heart, body and mind.

  She swallowed, finding her voice as Ian’s fingers dug into her arms. She couldn’t see him but it didn’t matter. He could hear her. “Love you. Love…”

  He pumped inside her and she felt the first jet of his semen inside her. Filling her core with his essence as no one had before them.

  As no one else ever would.

  Nick released her hair and Ian was there to catch her. He held her face and kissed her as he came.

  She was reborn in their arms.

  Theirs.

  She jerked when cum shot inside her again and Nick thrust slowly in and out of her ass.

  Her clit pulsed, tingling each time it brushed against Ian’s skin.

  “Love.” She whispered it as Ian gathered her close and he tugged her a bit closer so she could nuzzle against his neck.

  She trembled as Nick pulled free and he kissed her shoulder again.

  He climbed off the bed, dragging fingers across the cheeks of her rear and she shivered.

  Ian pulled out of her and positioned her on her back.

  Nick brought two towels back and she tried to move so she could clean up.

  “Shh. Don’t move. You’re just fine.” He handed a towel to Ian and they cleaned her.

  She’d never felt more cherished, more loved than in that moment.

  For the rest of her life, s
he knew she’d never forget it.

  They finished cleaning up and then lay down with her in bed.

  In the silence that followed, she lay with her arm flung carelessly over Ian’s mid-section and Nick rubbed her back. But then it Nick’s rubbing changed. It changed into…

  “Are you drawing letters?”

  He chuckled. “Yes.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “Guess. It’s something I thought you needed to feel as well as hear.”

  He started again and she closed her eyes, trying her best to picture what he drew on her skin.

  Love.

  You.

  Forever.

  “And ever,” she said to him as she rolled over to snuggle in his embrace.

  He kissed her cheek, her jaw and her lips. “Always.” He kissed her and she sank even further into the emotional abyss she’d heard about but wondered if it actually existed.

  “I’d like a turn at that.”

  Jenna smiled, thinking he wanted a kiss. The air around them changed as she turned back toward Ian.

  Whatever he had to say was important. Concentration creased his brow.

  “Lie on your stomach.”

  He didn’t want a kiss.

  She lay down on her stomach, her hands and arms tucked beneath her.

  Ian rubbed his palm all over her back, warming it, wiping it clean. Not of Nick’s message she didn’t think, but of his own. As if he needed to completely start over. A clean slate to begin again.

  Circles and lines.

  He drew them across her flesh. Random patterns arranged in such a way but when combined together they were utter perfection.

  Tears fell from her eyes, soaking the sheet beneath her.

  She said nothing, unable to verbalize what he’d given her as Nick rubbed his fingers over the small of her back, accepting what she needed simply because he loved her.

  Falling to her knees before the two men beside her, offering herself and her submission to them was but a small gift compared to everything they’d given to her.

  “What did I say, Jenna? What words did I use, running them over your skin so you’d remember them always?”

  She must have swallowed half a dozen times before she could get the words out.