by Avery Gale
“Y–y–yes, M–Master, I, ugh, yes, I understand.” Jenna was clearly struggling to speak, but she had managed to get the words out.
“Good girl, now, let’s see what we can do about stretching this little rosette.” Colt started slowly moving the plug through her folds while he pushed a single finger through the tight ring of muscles and felt her clench her sphincter muscles. Holy shit, she was going to squeeze his cock like a dream. Well, if he ever managed to get inside her. He watched as Grayson used small chips of ice to get Jenna’s nipples to rock-solid peaks, then he pulled them using his teeth until he’d lengthened them to their max.
“Master Mitch has some new jewelry for you, pet. He’s going to place them on you now. You are not allowed to speak unless asked a question, and you are not allowed to orgasm, don’t forget that, princess.” Just as he’d finished speaking, Grayson had put the soft nipple clamps on both nipples at the same time. They’d already set them so they knew they would be tight enough to sting, but wouldn’t truly hurt her. But to a new sub unaccustomed to nipple clamping, this would be a big step. The bite of pain would either bring a flood of cream or a safe word. Which would it be for Jenna?
Jenna gasped. Holy shit that hurts! Oh God, oh God, oh God! How am I supposed to not talk or scream? Breathe, yeah that’s it…I’ll breathe through it, pretend it’s a panic attack…breathe through it.
Colt watched Grayson frown and scribble something on the pad then lean over Jenna and speak close to her ear. “Sweetness, you handled that so well. You breathed through the pain, much like Katarina is learning in her birthing classes. It’s a skill soldiers learn during training. Anyone coping with pain learns the value of deep breathing and focusing. But the added benefit for those experiencing erotic pain is that it allows your body time to change the pain to pleasure. Do you feel how your body is responding? It’s incredible, isn’t it?”
“Oh yes, Master Mitch, it’s so much, but not enough, either.” Colt and Grayson looked at each other, damned, but that was a perfect sub response if he’d ever heard one. Jenna truly was a born submissive. If she allowed herself to embrace the lifestyle, she’d find emotional and physical pleasures beyond anything she’d ever imagined.
Mitch started lightly licking the very tips of her nipples, which were left exposed by the clips he’d attached to her. Her soft moan was exactly the response he’d hoped for. “Oh, sweetness, you are such a good subbie. Master Colt and I are going to give you exactly what you need. Patience is a virtue, you know?” Jenna moaned again, and Mitch noticed that she was starting to move against the restraints.
Mitch moved over to the bed and sat on the edge, waiting as Colt removed her restraints and moved her over to stand in front of him. Colt spoke to her in a soft voice that Mitch recognized as the one he used when he was trying very hard to maintain some semblance of control.
Mitch brought his hand up and brushed Jenna’s cheek with the back of his fingers. “Do you trust us, Jenna? Will you let us show you just how freeing submission can be?” He didn’t have any doubt but that Jenna was ready for this next step, and he hoped like hell he and Colt would be able to hold on long enough to stretch her enough that she would feel nothing but pleasure.
Jenna nodded her head, but when Mitch raised an eyebrow she remembered she was required to answer with words and quickly said, “Yes, I trust you both. I’m not going to lie, I am scared. You are both big and the only time I had anal sex…well, it didn’t go so well.” Mitch actually saw flashes of the scene as she was speaking. He rarely got information that way, but considering Jenna’s own gifts he didn’t suppose he should be surprised.
Working hard to keep his rage hidden, Mitch cradled her face and spoke to her in soft tones. “Jenna, this is all about your pleasure and showing you just how good it can be. Your Master and I are honored that you are placing your trust in us, and we promise we won’t let you down.” Mitch had seen the flash of recognition in Jenna’s eyes when he’d referred to Colt as her Master, and the fact that she hadn’t corrected him was telling.
Colt had stepped up behind her and began rubbing his hands up and down her arms, and Mitch smiled as she leaned back against Colt, relaxing into his embrace. Colt handed Jenna two condoms and told her to sheath Mitch and then him. Mitch wasn’t able to control his moan of pleasure as her soft fingers rolled the condom down his hard length. After Colt’s condom was in place Mitch watched as he turned her back to face him.
Mitch lay back as Colt instructed Jenna to climb up onto the bed and straddle his lap. Mitch’s breath hitched as her pussy brushed over his cock. Damn, but his dick was so hard it was a wonder it didn’t burst. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so hard it had actually been painful. Mitch started rubbing the head of his cock through her swollen pussy lips. Oh damn, but I love a waxed pussy. You can’t hide a thing from me Jenna, I see how your labia is so swollen, hell the lips are almost purple they are so engorged with blood just waiting for me to slip inside your soaking-wet, pulsing heat.
Jenna felt Mitch moving against her aching pussy. Mitch smiled at her then said, “That’s right, sweetness, I want you to take me inside your hot little pussy. I want to see you wrapped around my cock. And after I’ve had a chance to feel your heat wrapped around me and squeezing my cock, you’re going to lie on my chest while Master Colt sinks his cock deep inside your beautiful ass.” Mitch watched her closely for any signs of resistance or fear, and when he didn’t see either, he continued playing her with. “And as he fucks your ass, I’m going to fuck your pussy. Your body is ours to use, and we’re going to use it well. Now raise up, I want you to slide down slowly. Take me into your sweet cunt right now.”
Jenna opened her mouth and ran her tongue out to lick her lips in a move that Mitch knew had not been calculated to seduce, but it had been one of the hottest things he had ever seen. Mitch watched Jenna’s expression go from tense as she first started lowing herself onto his cock to pure lust as she felt her tissues stretching. He recognized her expression as one of deep desire and knew she was okay, so he started fucking her with long strokes. He raised her up until just the tip of his cock was still inside her before pulling her down quickly until he felt his cock bump her cervix. After several strokes Mitch pulled her against his chest and held her tightly so Colt could lube and stretch her ass. Colt slid his fingers into her anus and worked the lube into the tight passage. After several minutes of scissoring his fingers and adding more lube, he knew she was nearing the point of no return, so he stilled his movements. “Pet, remember that you do not have permission to come.” When Jenna’s response was little more than a moan, Colt gave her a couple of stinging swats to each ass cheek. “Pet, I’m warning you, do not come. You will wait until I get myself balls deep in this sweet ass and give you permission. Do you understand?”
Jenna answered in a barely audible voice, “Yes, Master. I understand, and I’m trying. But it feels so good…I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.” Colt was thrilled she’d called him Master rather than Master Colt, proving that she was accepting him on a deeper level.
Leaning over her back so that he could speak right into her ear, Colt said, “Pet, as I start in I want you to push back against me. That’s it—no, not too much. Let me control the speed. Oh fuck, you are so damned tight. You feel like a hot vice squeezing me from every angle. Grayson, you better be close. She is so fucking perfect, I can’t hold off long. Go!”
They set a pounding pace, thrusting in and out in opposition to each other so that one of them was always seated as deep as possible inside her. Just as Colt felt her beginning to ripple around him and knew she was beyond the point of being able to hold her orgasm back, he shouted, “Come now, pet!” And as she screamed and convulsed under him, Colt could feel Grayson through the thin membrane separating them as he plundered her pussy for several more strokes before Colt heard his shout of release just as he fell over into a deep chasm of pleasure himself.
Colt pulled out of her ass even a
s he was still vibrating from her trembling aftershocks. Hell, he wasn’t even sure his legs were going to carry him to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, and he had to lean against the bathroom vanity for long seconds while he wet a soft cloth with warm water. When he returned to Jenna, she was in exactly the same position, sprawled over Mitch’s chest with her hair a riot of black silk lying all around her. When he started to clean her, she protested, but Mitch still had his arm clamped around her preventing any movement. “Shhh, pet. Let me clean you, it’s my privilege and responsibility.” He gently lifted her off Grayson and watched as his friend made a quick exit to the bathroom to dispose of his condom.
Tenderly wrapping Jenna in his arm and pulling her tight against his chest, Colt watched Mitch slip out of the bathroom and then quietly out of the bedroom to give him privacy with Jenna. Colt knew Mitch was planning to make his move on Rissa soon, and he sent up a silent prayer that his friend would find the same happiness and contentment with his tiny auburn-haired beauty as Colt had found with Jenna.
Rolling Jenna to her back, Colt slid his entire length deep inside her pussy in one thrust and watched as her eyes came fully open before losing their focus once again as she fell over into lust. Colt took his time, pulling almost all the way out of her before pushing himself deep again. Over and over, long, slow strokes that he knew would build her trust and bind her even further to his heart. Colt knew that on some level Jenna already accepted him as her Master, but he wanted her heart also. He wouldn’t settle for anything less that everything she had.
All too soon, his own orgasm was nearing, and he didn’t plan to go over alone. “Jenna, I want you to come with me.” When she seemed lost in the sensations, he reached between them and pinched her clit just as he whispered, “Now! Come now, pet!” Jenna screamed his name at the same time he shouted hers. The orgasm had been every bit as earth shattering as the one before, but in an entirely different way. This had been all about making love to the person he intended to spend the rest of his life with and providing their souls the opportunity to join in a dance as old as mankind. He’d filled her with his seed, and he was basking in the primal feeling of satisfaction of knowing his seed was so deep inside her he knew it had splashed against her womb.
Colt kissed her softly, spoke words of praise close to her ear, and when her gaze returned to him, her eyes were still clouded and half-lidded with her lingering lust, and the small, sweet smile she gave him touched his heart. “You are the most amazing woman, and I can barely think for wanting you, princess.” He withdrew from her and watched in wonder as his seed leaked from her body. He heard his own deep growl and saw her tense. “Watching my seed slide from your beautiful body fulfills something so deep inside me, I’m not sure how to put it into words. And as much as I’d like to leave it there so you’d remember this moment when you awaken tomorrow morning, I’m going to clean it from you for your comfort.” When she started to protest yet again, he leaned over her and pressed his lips lightly to hers in a tender kiss before speaking. “Remember, it’s my privilege and duty to care for you, to provide for your every need. Please don’t deny me what is mine.” Mine! The word had been growing louder in his mind with each passing day.
Chapter 22
Jenna knew when she woke up alone in Colt’s large bed something had changed. There was a tension in the air that was making the hair on the back of her neck tingle. She showered and dressed quickly and made her way to the kitchen to find both Colt and Mitch sitting at the table. They were speaking in low tones, and it was obvious they were not pleased with whatever had roused them so early. They both looked up as she entered the room with Colt being the first to speak. “Good morning, princess. How did you sleep?”
“Um, fine, thank you.” Jenna’s voice gave away her concern “What’s happened? What’s wrong? Are my brothers and sister-in-law all right? Oh God, are my parents both okay?” By the time she’d finished, she was starting to tremble.
“Jenna, breathe, please! Christ you look ready to pass out. Everyone is fine, but there are some things we need to talk to you about. There have been some developments related to the search for the woman who helped Katarina escape in Las Vegas. Also, our Pentagon contact has sent a liaison here, and he isn’t someone any of us are particularly comfortable with, so we need to return to ShadowDance later today. Now, please, let’s get you something to eat.” They hadn’t intended to blurt it all out so suddenly, but her panic had made it necessary.
After filling her plate with a mountain of scrambled eggs, sausage links, and toast, they’d given her a glass of orange juice and sat with her at the table. Colt had placed his chair close to hers, and with his hand on the back of her chair, he slowly rubbed the back of her neck and shoulders, easing the tension she hadn’t even realized had been slowly squeezing her muscles. She ate as much as she could and assured them she was full to the gills. Colt had taken her hand, kissing the back as he pulled her to her feet. “Let’s go out on the deck and talk, shall we? Everything is always better in the warm sunshine.” Okay, now she was starting to worry again. What needed to be better?
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Colt didn’t need Grayson’s gift of empathetic hearing to know Jenna was strung tight, Holy Mother of God but her muscles felt like they were being stretched to the max, and her body language was radiating anxiety. He’d sat her in a cushioned chair and pulled another chair up so close in front of her so that when he sat, their knees were touching. He took both of her hands in his as Mitch sat down close by. “Sweetheart, after we found out what happened with Ted Scott, we contacted our former commander, who is now our contact for the contract work we still do for Uncle Sam. General Franklin is having some memory and health issues, so he is sending his aide out for a few days.” His words were calm and measured, but he could see from her wary expression, he wasn’t saying anything to ease her feeling that something was very wrong. “I am the only one who has personally met Theodore James, that is the aide’s name, but we have all talked to him and agree there is something about the man that is just off, and I’d feel better if Grayson and I were back at the mansion while he is on-site. I understand we were supposed be here until the end of the week, and I feel as if I’m letting you down by insisting we return.” And that was a huge understatement, considering her issues with people claiming to care about her and then hurting her, both physically and by abandoning her. He was felt like he was doing a lot worse than just letting her down.
Jenna seemed to relax a bit. “It’s all right. While, yes, I am disappointed our time has been cut short, I understand that this has to take precedence. Please don’t feel badly about this, I’ll just go to my room and gather my things.” While her words sounded like she was fine, the fact that she wouldn’t look him directly in the eyes screamed that she had just put him in the category with everyone else who had ever walked away when she’d needed them. A quick glance at Grayson confirmed his fears. The set of Grayson’s jaw and the spark of anger in his eyes was all Colt needed to know she was putting on a brave front to hide her hurt. Goddamn it to hell, why fucking now? Things were going so well, and now I’m just like the rest. I can practically see her locking me out. She stood and made her way to the door, glancing back once before turning and going back inside. The emotional mask was in place, but it wasn’t fooling either of them.
Colt let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “She’s shutting down, isn’t she? Fuck, why am I even asking? I can see it, it’s written all over her. Christ, why now?”
“Yeah, she’s closed herself back in the safe place she built after the rape. We’ll get her back, but it’s not going to be easy. The key is going to be keeping her from bolting the minute she hits the mansion.” Grayson’s words confirmed Colt’s worst fears. Colt had already alerted Alex and Zach that they’d be returning early. He’d also asked that they find some mechanical reason to have her car moved to their maintenance department, which had been dubbed “the garage.” The mechanic they employed was
a master at deception, he’d be able to concoct some reason that her car needed some of his TLC before it was roadworthy again. But Colt knew keeping her physically located at ShadowDance was only a small portion of the battle, but getting her heart to remain as well was going to be the real challenge.
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Jenna walked numbly down the hall. Why was she was disappointed? God, you are being a first-class selfish bitch, Jenna Lamont. Your brothers and best friend, not to mention your niece or nephew, shouldn’t have to deal with this asshole aide person alone. She knew she should trust Colt. If they felt that something was off about the guy, then of course the head of the security team and the chief IT person needed to be there. But the sudden heaviness in her chest wasn’t easing with any of her logical arguments. Jesus, Jenna, you knew this would happen. Just because it’s earlier than you’d expected doesn’t mean you should feel disappointed. Take the memories you’ve been given and be grateful instead of acting like a spoiled toddler whose favorite toy has been taken away. She quickly repacked the few things she’d brought with her and, grabbing her small case, walked back into the living room.
Colt watched as she moved quietly back into the main part of the house. Her shuttered expression ripped his heart to shreds, and even knowing it wasn’t something he could have anticipated or avoided didn’t do anything to ease his guilt. The drive back to ShadowDance seemed even longer today, and the tension was thick and hung heavily in the truck. Rather than resting as Colt had suggested, Jenna just sat and looked blankly out the window, no expression, no words, no real presence.
Jenna felt the tension, but was too keyed up to rest, she just wanted to get back the house, check on her family, pack, and disappear for a few months. She would plan to be back before the baby was born, but she didn’t want to be home for Christmas. It was so hard to come home, and she always felt like she was on the outside looking in, like a small orphan watching a family celebrate Christmas through the windows of their home. You could see everything, hear it all, even smell all the delicious food being shared by one and all, but in the end, you still didn’t belong there. She felt a tear slip over the edge of her watery eyes and slide down her cheek and tried to quickly brush it aside before Colt noticed. But when he drove into the next driveway and stopped, she knew she’d been too late.
