Jenna's Consent (30 page)

“You know it drives the guys crazy.” Cyn waggled her
eyebrows and faced forward.

“And now who’s being bratty?” Haleigh wanted to know.

“Scott’s not the only one good with a whip.” Cyn’s eyes
twinkled and Jenna grabbed the tie on her chest harness to take off the rope.

Her mind wandered to Nick…and Ian…as they drove closer and
closer to sugar sustenance.

Each of them had a cup of ice cream as they stepped into the
main bar area of The Library less than a half an hour later.

Cyn’s mouth broke into a smile as soon as she saw Chris and
Jared sitting in a booth by themselves. “Be back in a few minutes. I have two
men to snog with.”

“You did not just say
snog
.” Skye made a face along
with the gagging motion.

“Sure did. Be back.”

“And Jackson’s at the bar so I’m going to go tackle…err…hug
him.”

Jenna was happy her friends had found what they were looking
for.

Haleigh nodded toward a table. “Kyle and Duke are arguing
again. Bet Duke made some chauvinistic comment about Jillian…again.”

They walked over to the table where the two men were sitting
at and caught the tail-end of Kyle threatening Duke with bodily harm.

Kyle narrowed his eyes at him. “Taming her? Are you joking?
That’s my sister. Touch her and your nuts will no longer be attached to your
body.”

Someone cracked a whip in one of the public rooms across the
bar area but it was around a corner so Jenna couldn’t tell whom.

Duke smiled. “Kyle, you’re really taking to being a Dom. I’m
kinda digging it.”

Kyle wasn’t distracted. “Besides, her door doesn’t lean
toward your kind of kink anyways so I don’t think I have to worry about it.”

“Why because she’s a slit licker?”

Haleigh smacked Duke on the back of the head. “Manners.”

“What? He said her door don’t swing that way. What else was
I supposed to think?”

Kyle kissed Haleigh. “Thanks, love.”

“Welcome.”

He kissed her on the mouth and it looked as if they were
going to be a while so Jenna decided to answer Duke.

“He meant she’s not submissive.”

Duke seriously looked momentarily dumbfounded. “You’re
shitting me?”

Scott walked up and kissed Haleigh, then Kyle. “Duke, why’s
your mouth open?”

“We were just telling him Jillian’s a top.”

Scott turned a chair around until it was next to Kyle and
pulled Haleigh onto his lap. “Duh, have you had your eyes glued shut the past
few months?”

“No, he’s had them glued to her ass in those leather pants
and heels,” Haleigh answered for him.

Haleigh licked her ice cream and Jenna watched her tongue
dig into the cold, creamy concoction. Kyle and Scott watched her too, giving
Jenna a phenomenal idea.

Scott blinked, shaking his head for a second. “She’s about
to give a sport cracking demo on the main stage if you want to see for yourself
how
not
submissive she is. She’s using bullwhips and the crackers are
made from—”

Duke immediately got up, stalking toward the main demo room
with a determined look on his face.

Haleigh snickered. “You realize you’re going to have him as
a brother-in-law one of these days, right?”

Kyle whacked his forehead on the table several times.

Jenna laughed and turned to go talk to Oscar at the bar.

She jumped, nearly losing her ice cream.

Ian stood there.

In her personal bubble.

Staring down at her.

She backed up half a step, barely able to process the
emotions rolling through her body.

It was that fast. With Ian, it was always that fast.

She looked down at her ice cream and his hand was wrapped
around hers, keeping it steady.

He slowly released it, dragging his fingertips across the
back of her knuckles.

“I have new cards for everyone. Get your old ones out and
I’ll exchange them.”

“Something wrong?” Scott asked as he immediately took out
his wallet. He took Kyle’s and Haleigh’s cards as well and handed them over.

Ian looked at the cards, pocketed all of them, shuffled
through the stack he had and handed back three.

“We’re increasing security and double-checking to make sure
we have everything in place to protect the members. I’ve received intel that a
reporter’s being sent here to try to gain access. Write some expose on all of
the wicked debauchery going on behind our walls.”

Jenna looked around the bar where people were doing nothing
but chatting. “Doesn’t look like anything kinky to me tonight.” She handed over
her card and shivered when Ian’s fingers brushed her skin.

“No, no, nothing kinky,” Kyle added with a bit too much
enthusiasm.

“Nope.” Scott nibbled on Haleigh’s neck.

“They both have their hands under your skirt, don’t they?”
Jenna inquired but Haleigh’s slight flush said it all.

“Mmhmm…”

“Her ice cream’s going to drip if you don’t let her be.”

Kyle captured her wrist and licked the cream ready to leak
onto her hand. A tiny droplet hit her skin and he sucked it off her flesh for
her.

“Jenna.”

She whipped back around at the sound of Ian’s voice so
close. She took the card from his outstretched hand and slipped it back into
the pocket of her pants.

“We also need additional security at the entrance gate.
Swipe your Library card with your pin to gain access. Everything is logged. Who
comes in and out, along with license plates.” He held up the stack of cards.
“And now photographs.”

Jenna was impressed despite still being pissed off at him.

What he put in place? It was a good idea.

Jenna stared at him, “Would it be so bad if people knew
about us?”

Ian looked at her and really took his time.

She was taken aback by his scrutiny.

“For some of us, no, it wouldn’t be a huge disturbance in
our lives. But for others?” He glanced over at Skye who was talking and smiling
at Jackson. “It would be catastrophic. It is for those I take every whisper
about the club seriously.”

He walked away without another word, stopping to talk to
each member and to exchange cards.

He was professional, matter-of-fact and thorough. The cut on
his chin and slightly swollen eye were the only signs of his fight with Nick
earlier. She’d heard Nick used to be an excellent fighter so she was impressed
with Ian too.

Pissed off at them for acting like three-year-olds, of
course, but she had to admit they’d looked hot as hell in that ring in nothing
but gym shorts.

She cursed her girlie bits for overriding what her brain
knew was a bad idea.

Falling for him? It had disaster written all over it in big
red letters decorated with skulls and crossbones.

And this was supposed to be a sleepover night anyway. No
boys allowed. Well. Mostly.

“Come on, ladies. Let’s go.” She walked around and collected
Skye and Cyn, who was absolutely living up to her make-out session with her
men. They pulled Haleigh to stand as well.

Scott’s and Kyle’s hands fell from beneath her skirt and she
wasn’t totally steady on her feet.

“Ice cream,” Jenna prompted her and that was all it took.

Haleigh brought the cup to her mouth and licked the side of
the ice cream, all the way to the top of her icy treat. She licked it as if it
were her favorite treat.

Her men got the message quite plain and simple, if the fact
they both had to readjust themselves was any indication.

“We’re going to go find some interesting things to lick our
ice cream off. You guys have a great night.”

Jenna made a pretty girl train and led the caravan out of
the main room and toward the hall to the elevator.

She felt the eyes of the men on her ass and could only
imagine what the rest of the women felt behind her.

She wouldn’t admit to looking for Nick before and she wasn’t
looking now either.

Not.

Looking.

For.

Him.

The other three sort of floated behind her, up the elevator
and down the hall to the prep room.

Jenna used her new card, swiping it along with her thumb
print to gain entry into the space.

She ushered the girls in, closing the door behind her.

“Hey, Jenna?”

She glanced over and Cyn was watching her as she continued
to lick her ice cream.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think I’ve told you what an amazing idea you’ve had
with the kinky businesses. It’s going to be amazing.”

“Aww,” Jenna got a little misty. “I think so too. You are
all truly sensational and I know the businesses are going to be incredible.”

“What made you think of it?”

“What do you mean? I’ve always made clothes and jewelry.”
She gestured toward the full wall behind the girls, completely covered with
little outfits, costumes and props.

Cyn touched one of the leather skirts, moving it between her
fingertips. “Your talent is incredible but you’re already crazy busy here. And
it’s not just all this.” She waved her arm to encompass the entire room. “It’s
everything downstairs and setting up scenes and all of your rope stuff, too,
that we didn’t even know about until recently. You’re really busy. Why take on
so much more when all you really need is a small shop, maybe one employee?
Taking all of us on as well? That’s ginormous.”

“You guys are incredible, truly. I don’t want to do this
alone. I want to do it with women that I love and like, and enjoy your company
on a day-to-day basis.”

“But…”

Jenna looked at Haleigh, who’d prompted her to continue.
“But… I need something to fall back on.”

There it was. She’d finally said it.

“I don’t get it.” Cyn scrunched up her nose.

“If Ian stays, I don’t see how I can.”

“What? Stay?” Skye’s voice crept higher, squeaking at the
end.

Jenna nodded.

“Why would you even consider leaving?”

Cyn sounded angry and Jenna smiled at her outrage. “If you
and Chris or Jared blew apart and you were thrown back together, into a highly
tense situation and you had to watch him take someone else… Claim someone else,
collar someone else. Or several someone elses, could you willingly stay? Even if
just to prove a point?”

“Fuck.” Skye’s answer pretty much said it all.

“Just the thought makes me physically ill.” She laid a hand
over her stomach and took a deep breath, willing her body and mind to settle.
“He didn’t just leave me before. He broke me. It’s taken me a very long time
and a lot of rope therapy to get where I am today. I’m happy.”

“Ish,” Cyn added.

“I’m content.”

“Ish,” Skye piped up.

“I love being me.”

“None of us doubt that,” Haleigh explained. “But you’re not
complete. You keep hitting some kind of ceiling. Of your own doing or something
else, I don’t know. But we love you. We don’t want you to hurt anymore.”

She walked over and squeezed Jenna, who gladly accepted the
affection.

Cyn walked closer and took all the ice-cream cups, setting them
on the bathroom counter.

Jenna looked down at Haleigh, fingering the loose collar of
her blouse. “How fond of your blouse are you?”

She smiled that sweet smile that never failed to turn
Jenna’s heart to mush.

“I thought I might get dirty with the photos earlier since
I’d never been on a guerilla shoot before. It’s not very important and I
wouldn’t be heartbroken if I needed to donate it to the greater good.”

Jenna leaned in, kissing Haleigh square on the mouth. “I
didn’t know you called me that. I’m flattered.”

Haleigh inhaled against her lips, making them chill. “Called
you what?”

“The Greater Good.”

She giggled and Jenna kissed her again.

“That is totally my cue to go.” Skye walked into the
bathroom, tossing her paper cup and plastic spoon.

“I don’t mean to run you off.” Jenna frowned, hating that
Skye didn’t feel as if she were welcome to stay.

“You three need some time to chillax and Jackson has
something planned for me downstairs.” She walked to Jenna’s wall of
naughty-wear. “He asked for a naughty nurse outfit. I’m assuming you have one
for me.”

“That’s so dirty,” Cyn added as she joined Skye, flipping
through outfits on the middle row.

“Bottom left, almost in the corner. White and red.”

Cyn found it and held it up. “Damn, that’s cute. Might have
to find one like that for the next time my doctors schedule me for a checkup.”
She waggled her eyebrows, handing over the outfit to Skye.

“I remember when you used to be the shy one. What happened
to that?” Skye set the outfit on the massage table next to the bathroom door
and began pulling off her clothes.

“That ship totally done sailed, sista.”

“Pretty sure it sank to the bottom of the ocean,” Jenna
added at the end as all three of them watched Skye become a smutty health care
worker.

The skirt was so short she needed stockings to highlight her
gorgeously long legs.

Jenna kissed Haleigh one more time and squeezed her close
before letting her go. “Skye, you need a few finishing touches.” She had
cleavage for days in the beautiful white fabric that tied below her bra-line,
highlighting a fire engine red bra. It showed off her red hair as well.

“Your figure is amazing,” Haleigh told her as she rummaged
through jewelry, looking at Skye a few times as she held up different earrings.

Impatience bled off Skye as she stared at her reflection in
the corner of the makeup counter. She mushed her tits together, creating an
enormous amount of temporary cleavage.

“Mount Rushmore there.”

“Ha. Ha. It makes me want to shove something else in my bra,
like those fake silicon things that look like the bottom curve of your bra.”

“Not the best thing to wear when you’re hoping to get
naked.”

It was Haleigh and the last one Jenna expected to have
something to contribute.

“You’ll forgot about them at the most inopportune time and they
drop out, hit the table as if you dropped a water balloon and the dude you’re
with won’t be able to get out of wherever you are fast enough. False
advertising or some such bull honky.”

Jenna found red fishnet stockings and handed them over, then
went in search of some white stilettos to finish off the outfit.

“Sexy,” Cyn exclaimed.

Haleigh took a set of red hoop earrings to her.

“Amazing,” Jenna exclaimed when she helped Skye into the
five-inch heels.

She glanced in the mirror, turning this way and that, and
then grinned at the women staring at her. She reached beneath her way-short
skirt, tugging her panties off as she moved her hips back and forth.

“Dirty, dirty, dirty,” Cyn congratulated her.

Jenna smiled, thinking her Fairy Godslut job was unbelievably
satisfying. She grabbed a pair of wrist cuffs out of one of the leather-lined
drawers and wrapped them around Skye’s wrists. They were white leather and
she’d been waiting for the perfect outfit to pair them with.

Talk about the perfect outfit.

“I sure hope your patient is on his death bed already
because if not, he’s going to be when he sees you like this.”

“I’m feeling pretty wicked.” She gathered her hair up into a
ponytail in the back, smoothing as she went.

“Need some Bobby pins?” Jenna questioned.

“That’d be great.” She twisted her hair around, making a bun
out of it. Several tendrils hung down, loose around her face in a wash of her
beautiful red locks.

Jenna threw a few pins in it to make sure it held, but not
so many that Jackson—the horny guy downstairs waiting for her—wouldn’t be able
to extract them at warp speed. Hair accessories in this lifestyle were meant to
be user friendly, especially when they stood in the way of some super-sexy hair
pulling.

Because she couldn’t help herself, Jenna put a bit of powder
on Skye, along with a tiny sweep of blush and some shiny lip gloss. “Decadent.”

“I second that description.” Cyn smoothed Skye’s little
white skirt that almost covered her ass.

“Am I fit to walk the halls of The Library now?” Skye moved
to the center of the open space and twirled in a tiny circle.

“Hell yeah.” Haleigh gave her a thumbs-up and a couple
claps, along with a sincere smile.

“Then, I’m off. Why don’t you give me a couple monitors
too?”

“Why monitors?” Jenna scowled.

“One for Jared and Chris. One for Scott and Kyle…and one for
Nick.” Skye smirked just a bit, challenging Jenna.

She knew it.

Saw it for what it was and still couldn’t help herself from
rising to the bait.

She grabbed three small handheld wireless monitors and
inputted the same encrypted password into each. She handed them to Skye who
laughed. Cyn held the door for her and she tried to curtsy on the way past.

“Be naughty,” she called over her shoulder.

“We will,” all three girls answered as the door shut behind
her.

“Text your men,” Jenna instructed the other two women.

“What’s the password?” Haleigh inquired as she and Cyn both
pulled their phones out.

“Slitlicker. Capital
S
.”

“Ha.”

“That’s hilarious.” Both women grinned and started typing.

“Figured it would be easy for them to remember and will
absolutely give them a tiny taste of what I have in store for both of you.”

“And for you. You used the same password on Nick’s, I
assume?” Cyn looked at her over her glasses and heat centered in Jenna’s belly.

“You assume correct.”

“Then let’s definitely give them something to make them
sweat.”

“Limits?” Jenna wanted to know. “What can you each do that
fits within your boundaries with your men and yourselves?”

Haleigh’s phone and Cyn’s both chimed within seconds of each
other. Each of them dinged several times.

“I’m completely free to do anything I like, as long as I
still ask permission to come.” Haleigh answered in her sing-song voice with a
bit of wicked thrown in at the end.

“Same goes for me,” Cyn added as she pocketed her phone
again. “But I don’t have to ask permission. If you guys get me off, then I just
get to enjoy. Oh and Nick said to have fun and he appreciates the text message
from you with the password. He’s certain it must have gotten lost in text spam
space, even though that’s totally not a thing.”

Jenna’s mouth fell open. “You texted him?”

“Of course.”

“We both did, actually. He says hi and he’ll be spanking
your…” Haleigh scrolled to something on her phone and then continued.
“Beautiful, curvy, delicious ass later. Enjoy being able to sit for now.”

“Under the bus, ladies.”

“Meh.” Haleigh shrugged and set her phone on the makeup
counter. “We know you. You wouldn’t have texted him and then would have acted
oblivious or confused later, just to rub him wrong and push him away. We’re not
letting you sabotage this.”

“Nope.” Cyn walked up to Jenna, holding her cheeks and
rubbing her thumbs along her cheekbones. “Even the Fairy Godslut needs a little
help every once in a while.”

She kissed her, holding her face close and Jenna kissed her
back.

“How did I get so lucky to have you both as friends and fuck
buddies?”

“Rabbit’s foot stuffed up your ass?”

“Haleigh Grace!”

“Oh, please. You’ve heard worse.” She rolled her eyes and
stepped closer, lifting her chin for a kiss.

Jenna held her chin between her thumb and first finger to
steal the kiss. Haleigh tasted like ice cream. Her tongue was even the tiniest
bit chilly still when she slipped hers along Haleigh’s.

It heated quickly with the need igniting between all three
of them.

“Two beautiful blondes all to myself. Whatever shall I do
with you?”

Haleigh’s eyes flared the tiniest bit before she lowered her
lashes, licking her lips with a hum. “Anything you want?”

“Such a good girl for me.”

“Mmhmm,” Haleigh agreed with the ghost of a smile.

Jenna brushed the backs of her fingers along Haleigh’s cheek
and then craned her head to the side to stare at Cyn.

She chewed on her bottom lip and the prettiest pink hue
already stained her cheeks.

“Nothing would make me happier than to give you something to
really chew that lip over.”

Cyn’s eyes flipped up to hers and she smiled, the pink
darkening in her cheeks even more. “What did you have in mind?”

“Get each other undressed and we’re going to have some fun.
Maybe even a tiny bit of a predicament for the pair of you. Hair in ponytails.”

“Predicament?” Haleigh wanted to know as she struggled to
get her fingers to work.

She went down into subspace hard and fast, one of the
sexiest things to see since she was such a warrior during her horrendous fight
with breast cancer.

Cyn closed the distance between them and pulled Haleigh’s
blouse from her tailored slacks. Each metal button slipped through the
corresponding button hole as Cyn helped them along.

“Kick off your shoes.”

Haleigh complied and then unbuttoned the cuffs on Cyn’s
sleeves. Quickly, both tops were discarded and Jenna couldn’t help but think
how lucky she was to have two beautiful women at her disposal to tie up, play
with, fuck, cuddle and adore.

Not many women were able to live their dreams on a daily
basis with amazing things on the horizon.

She finally turned to grab a bag of supplies she’d deposited
earlier in a cabinet on the side.

She didn’t want the girls to find it so she’d stashed it in
the back of one of the built-in floor-to-ceiling units.

The bag contained stretchy medical wrap, roll upon roll of duct
tape and a few clover clamps she’d been dying to test out.

The girls giggled behind her. They’d just slipped off their
panties and bras and were both crouched down, tucking them inside the rest of
their other clothing.