Rod Manning has wanted Jenna for two years and bided his time until she could come to him on her own.
The two enter into a steamy relationship which he turns into a BDSM contract where love is a thing of weakness and the bond of the contract is forever.
Then one day Rod disappears, leaving Jenna alone and wondering what happened to the man she was about to marry.
Two years pass during which Reed Manning who has always found his older brother’s girlfriend intriguing becomes a billionaire. When the two meet during a summer break in their small hometown they find love, and that love sparks a war between the brothers when Rod returns to find them engaged.
Will Jenna be able to put her love for Rod in the past and continue to love Reed? Or will her heart allow her to continue on that path as the men’s family is torn apart by their fighting over her? With her out of the picture, all seems to calm down. Will Jenna be able to forget about her love for Reed for the good of his family? Will Reed let his older brother rule his life forever and stop him from being with the woman he loves?
Chapter 1
JENNA
“Rod? You home?” I call out as I come into the little apartment we rented last week.
After only a few months of dating, we decided to take it a step further and move in together. To say my parents were pissed would be an understatement.
Try furious!
But what Rod Manning and I have is as real as it gets, even if I am just eighteen, a thing my parents tell me is a real issue—though it’s not, really.
Rod’s a few years older than I am. Okay, five of them, but that’s not a big deal to me. My father made me wait until I turned eighteen to date Rod, or anyone else for that matter.
Rod’s been after me for the last couple of years, but being underage had him waiting for me. Dad threatened all kinds of hell on the poor guy if he touched me before I turned the legal age.
The funny thing is that Rod’s mother cautioned me about their oldest son as well. At a senior party my graduating class had at one of my classmate’s ranches just before I turned eighteen, I saw Rod’s mother. She was helping chaperone the party.
She had no idea of Rod’s interest in me and took me aside, then asked me if I knew her son, Reed. I knew of Reed, of course. We all live in a minuscule town in Jerome, Arizona.
Reed is only two years older than I am. I was shocked when she told me he and I would make a perfect couple. He was away at college at that time but would be home for the summer, and she wanted to know if she could give him my phone number when he got home.
Her dismay when I told her it was her son, Rod, who was interested in me and me in him, confused me. She was very open about him being a difficult person, which I found crazy.
He doesn’t seem difficult to me at all. Quite the opposite. He seems so rugged and manly and tough as nails, but in all the right ways.
His job as a mechanic keeps his muscles tight, and he keeps a five o’clock shadow thing going on his handsome face.
I’ll admit it. The man does have this dangerous edge to him. But I find it exciting as hell.
The way he handles me is so hot!
And he’s told me he has a surprise for me tonight when he gets home, which I thought would be by now.
“Hey there, baby.” His deep voice calls out from our bedroom.
I go that way, turning down the short hallway that leads off the living room. There he is, leaning his tall body against the door frame.
His dark ash blond hair hangs to his shoulders in waves. His steely blue eyes running up and down my body give me chills. “Hey, Rod.”
As he’s clad in only his tight black underwear, I see he’s taken a shower and rid himself of the grease of the garage he works in. The smell of his soap fills my senses.
My insides are already melting as he looks me over. “I brought home that surprise I told you about, but we have something to talk about first.” He pulls me into his strong arms as I come to him.
His mouth covers mine as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. The way it moves like he has a purpose to touch every place in my mouth makes my knees weak and I lean against him.
He grabs a handful of my ass and squeezes it as he growls. My body is hot and now I’m wet and can hardly wait to get out of these clothes and into our bed.
His other hand moves up my arm, then over my shoulder, and he grabs a handful of my long hair and pulls it back hard. His mouth leaves mine and his teeth graze over my neck. Then he bites it, hard.
The noise I make has him pulling back, and he looks intense.
I love that look. Like raw power.
“I want something permanent with you, Jenna.” His words make my heart pound.
“K.”
A grin creeps across his handsome face. “I haven’t told you what it is yet and you answer yes already?”
I nod and he smiles. “Permanent is what I want too. I love you, Rod.”
“Love is for the weak, baby. What did I tell you about all that love shit?” He lets me go and moves away from me. “Life is about other things. Life is hard, baby. Love is fleeting. Commitment isn’t, though. I want that from you. A real commitment.”
He moves to the bed, sits on the edge, and pulls a pack of cigarettes out of the bedside table. A long neck bottle half-full of beer sits on top and he takes a drink then lights his cigarette.
That’s the one thing I hate. I hate the smell of cigarettes, and he knows it. Yet he’s not about to do as I’ve asked him repeatedly, to smoke outside.
But I think he might be about to propose, so I’m not going to bring that up right now. Instead, I go to sit next to him on the bed. “So what is it you want, Rod?”
From under the pillow he sleeps on, he pulls a sheet of paper. I can see the large words at the top: Dom/Sub-Slave Contract My heart stops and my eyes go wide.
I pick up the sheet of paper and look at it, then at him. His face is sterile.
No emotion. Not a thing.
“Slave? Why is the word slave on this paper? And what is it all about?”
His strong hand moves up my arm and tightens around my bicep. “I want you. I want all of you. I want to own you, baby.”
My heart starts to pound in my chest. “Own me?”
He nods slowly and I can’t think. Then one thought floods my brain. “My father will kill you, Rod.”
“This has to be our little secret. This town is too small to let this kind of thing out.” He takes a drag off the cigarette and the smell intensifies and I cough.
“A secret?” I look around the little bedroom. My eyes fall on a hook that’s on the wall near the closet. A hook that wasn’t there before.
Then I look back at the paper I hold in my right hand. It’s shaking, and I hold it with my left to steady it so I can read what he wants from me.
Words pop out at me. Punishments. Sexual tortures. Expectations.
“Rod, is this a joke?” I look into his eyes and find no humor there.
He shakes his head slow and easy. “It’s no joke, Jenna. It’s what I want. And I always get what I want. You know that.”
Smoke encircles his head as he taps the ashes off the cigarette into the clean ashtray on the night stand. “This doesn’t look like a thing I want to be a part of. I thought you were talking about marriage, Rod.”
A low laugh comes from him. “Marriage? Nah. I’m not into that. That can end in divorce. What I’m asking from you can’t end. It’s forever, girl. Isn’t that better than a marriage?”
“This says you want me to stay available for your every need.” My eyes move to his and find them squinting as he takes another puff of the cigarette. “My job, though.”
He shakes his head. “That little job ain’t making you no money, anyway. See, the way I’m thinking is, it’s better for me if you can come to me or I come home and you’re here and you can take care of whatever I feel I need at that time.”
“Sex?” I stare at him. “Are you saying I don’t give you e
nough already?”
“You don’t. But that isn’t your fault. It’s your job’s fault,” he says as he grinds the cigarette butt into the ashtray. “Like this afternoon. I wanted a piece of ass so bad I nearly went across the street from the shop and found one at that little bar.”
My heart stops. “You didn’t though, did you?”
“No,” he says with a shake of his head, sending his wavy locks swinging around his broad shoulders. His eyes move to mine and pierce me. “But, as you’ll find in the contract, that is a thing I can do if I see fit and you aren’t meeting all my physical needs. And you have to take it, baby. You can’t leave me over it.”
My stomach hurts all of a sudden and I bend over and place my hand on it. ”No! No, Rod! No, fucking way!”
Okay, I said that only in my head.
My voice is shaking as I say out loud, “Why do you want to have sex with other women?”
“I don’t want to. But if I can’t do the things I want with you then I’ll have to. I have certain desires, and if you won’t let me do those things with you then I’ll get that elsewhere with someone who will.” His hand runs over my shoulder and down my arm. “But I really want to do that stuff with you, baby. Only you. But I’m a little afraid you’re too vanilla to do any of it.”
I turn my head slowly to look at him and my age and experience or lack thereof hits me. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. I’m no child, Rod. I can be everything you want. If I lost you, I don’t know what I’d do. And I can’t stand the thought of you with anyone else.”
“Here’s the thing, baby. You can’t tell a soul. Not only would your dad kick my ass, but mine might do the same damn thing to me. He’s told me as much.” He looks away and rubs his jaw.
“You’ve talked to your dad about whatever it is you like to do sexually?” I look at him with a face full of confusion.
I don’t even talk to my mother about the things I find arousing.
“Nah, I didn’t talk to him about it. He found some of my literature on the subject. He told me when he found out you and I were a thing that if I ever tried to bring you into that dark world he’d hold me down while your daddy beat my ass, then he’d beat my ass himself.” His arm goes around me and he kisses my shoulder.
“God! What kind of literature are we talking about, Rod? That doesn’t sound like your average porn.” I watch him as he peers at me through his thick lashes.
“It isn’t average. I’m not an average man. A bit above, you know?”
I nod then say, “I think you’re the smartest guy I know, Rod.”
He laughs. “Not like that. Like the way I feel. I feel more than some. I want more than some. Fuck, baby. You don’t know how bad I want you to come down to the shop and suck me off in the men’s room.”
My face heats. “Rod!” I laugh and look at him and see he’s dead serious. “Really?”
“Yes, really. I want to fuck you in the alley behind the grocery store during the rush hour. I want to finger fuck you in the small café on the square while the people we know eat their lunch without a clue as to what I’m doing to you. I want your panties to be soaking wet when we walk out, and I want you to hand them to me when I ask. With no hesitation.” His eyes go light and sparkle.
“That’s really bad, Rod. Really bad. We could get caught and then everyone would look at us and think bad things about us. Oh, no. I can’t …” His mouth slams into mine.
He presses me back on the bed and moves his body over mine, pinning me to the mattress. “You can. You will. I will train you. I will show you how to give me everything I want.”
“You think you can train the morals out of me? I was a Sunday school teacher last year, Rod. Not a porn star.” I turn my head and he takes me by the chin and pulls me back to look at him.
“So, Sunday school teacher, what do you think it means that you gave your virginity to me? In the Biblical sense, you already belong to me.” His words hiss from his mouth. “You are already mine, Jenna Foster.” He kisses me hard again, so hard our teeth clash. Then he looks at me as he continues to hold me down. “Or do you want me to do what I have to with another woman? I can keep you too. Only you will always know I’m fucking someone else.”
“Rod! Don’t talk like that. Fuck!”
He smacks my cheek. “No more cussing. It’s disrespectful.”
I move my hand to touch my cheek and he takes my wrists before I can and holds my hands over my head. “Rod! Would you stop?”
He shakes his head. “You need to learn your place, Jenna. Your place as my woman. Do you want that or not? I’m getting tired of having to beg you.”
Wow! This is begging?
“Let me read the whole thing.”
He moves off me and hands the paper back to me. “There. Hurry up. You’re making me feel weird.” He walks out of the room and I hear the fridge open and slam shut. Then the sound of him opening another beer as my eyes start at the very first word of the contract have me thinking about what I’m even doing.
Why am I contemplating this? The whole thing is crazy.
He stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame. Then he pulls at his thick cock inside the tight underwear. “Read it out loud, baby.”
I clear my throat. “This contract is between Jenna Foster and Rod Manning. This contract can never be voided. It will end only upon the death of either signing party.”
I look up at him and he smiles. “See, forever, baby.”
“Jenna Foster agrees to become Rod Manning’s subordinate in all ways. His slave for life. She agrees to do whatever he asks her to whenever he asks her to. Rod Manning agrees never to ask Jenna Foster to do anything deemed inappropriate in front of vanillas, children, or any family members.” I look up at him again. “So, we won’t do anything bad in front of anyone who matters, then?”
He nods and takes a swig of beer. “Keep reading.”
“Jenna Foster agrees to allow Rod Manning to punish her in order to teach her what he expects out of her. The punishments will be verbal, physical, and mental. All will be followed by Jenna Foster thanking him for showing her the way to please him, and she will willingly give herself to him sexually after punishments, if he so desires.” I look up at him again. “You want to spank me, Rod?”
He nods and looks right into my eyes. “I want to spank that ass until it’s red. Then I want you to beg me to do it some more.” He takes a drink of the beer. “I want to teach you all about pain, baby. I want to teach you all about the things that make other people flinch. I want you to be fearless, just like I am.”
“By the way this reads, Rod, I won’t be fearless. Because I’ll always have to fear you.” I look at him again to see if he understands me.
“As you should, Sunday school teacher.” He comes to me and places the beer on the table and his hands on my shoulders. His cock is near my face as I sit on the bed. “After all, doesn’t it say something like that in the Bible? Fear the Lord, for he giveth and he can taketh away. Or some shit like that. You’re the Sunday school teacher, not me.”
“In essence, you’re saying, if I want you, I have to show you I will give you everything you want.”
“And I will take complete care of you for doing that.” His hand moves down and he pulls his hard-on out of his underwear.
The tip of his dick rests on my lips. He looks at me intensely. I pull my head back a little. “What if I don’t want you to take complete care of me?”
“Then I’ll find someone who does want that.” He presses his very large appendage to my lips again. “It won’t be hard to find a woman who wants this monster to be all hers, as long as she does what I want her to. It’s a fair deal, baby. You should take it. I have another girl in mind if you aren’t into it, though. Just so you know. Another girl could be sucking this dick. Another girl could be getting her pussy pleasured by this thick cock.”
I stare into his eyes to see if he’s actually serious. This man has begged me to be with him for two fucki
ng years and now, all of a sudden, this shit comes out.
I love this asshole, though!
My eyes fall back to the paper. “The next part says you can have sex with whoever you want to. It also says you can make me have sex with whoever you want me to. It says I have to do anything you ask me to, including having oral and sexual relations with a man or another woman or participating in an orgy. So I can’t be sure by signing this thing that you will only be mine, Rod.”
“This thing will last forever, Jenna. I had to think about what all might come up in the future. I didn’t want to leave anything out. Just to be on the safe side, you know.”
A knock comes at the front door and his eyes turn toward it, then they come back to me. “Time to shit or get off the pot, baby.”
He puts his dick back into his underwear and walks away. I get off the bed and follow him. “You can’t answer the door in your underwear, Rod!”
He laughs and throws open the door. A small woman with a jet black dye job looks at us through the screen. “So, is she out?” she asks him.
Her lip is pierced, as is her eyebrow. Her skin is pale as shit and she’s wearing some fishnet stockings and the shortest skirt I’ve ever seen.
Rod doesn’t open the screen door. He just looks back at me. “Meet the other interested party, Jenna.”
The darkly lined eyes of the woman peer in at me. “She’s so vanilla. Come on, Rod, pick me. She’ll never be enough for you, man. I can suck your dick on the front porch if you want.”
He looks at me intensely. “She’ll do whatever I want, Jenna. Suck me off on the front porch, even.”
“I don’t know where you found her,” I say.
She interrupts me. “Scottsdale. Off the Internet. And you should really just let me have him. You aren’t woman enough to please this man. He’s all man.”
“Close the door, baby,” I tell him as I pull my shirt off over my head. Then I unhook my bra and reveal to the little piece of crap who has come over a hundred miles to steal my man that I am woman enough to please him, and I will prove that fact to him if I have to do it right in front of her.
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