Jenna's Consent (32 page)

“Yes,” Haleigh answered as she licked Cyn again. “Take it
off. We’ll both make her come.”

“Deal,” Jenna agreed then she squeezed on the side of the
clamp, releasing it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s—” Cyn never finished her thought.
She came with a wail as Jenna removed the second clamp and blood raced back to
fill the tender tips. She yanked on the hair rope harder than she had since
she’d been tied up, jacking Haleigh even higher in her bid to orgasm.

Removing the clamps loosened the rope supporting Haleigh’s
head and she dove at Cyn’s pussy as if she’d been starved for it. She licked
and sucked and Jenna couldn’t keep herself from touching Haleigh.

She reached beneath her, brushing her fingers over her mound
and pushed her clit harder against the vibrating head of the Hitachi.

Haleigh’s body shook in Jenna’s rope and instead of
releasing Cyn’s clit to come, she latched on to it. Her muffled cry was so
fucking sexy and whatever she was doing to Cyn, she loved it. They bucked and
strained against the rope and Duct Tape holding them in place and Jenna smiled.

She closed her eyes, letting the orgasms of her two friends
buoy her, sustain her in her quest to stay strong in the battle she faced with
Nick and Ian.

Jenna brushed her fingers over Cyn’s sore nipples, making
her clench her teeth and groan. With her other hand she manipulated the naked
flesh around Haleigh’s clit to give each of them the most pleasure she possibly
could.

They’d earned it.

Haleigh finally released Cyn’s clit, unable to hold her head
up any longer. “Please turn it off. Please, Jenna. I can’t take anymore.
Please. Off.” She squirmed, trying to get away from it, but it didn’t help her
at all.

“I wish I had more time with you but I’ve got to get you
down. I’d love to make you come a dozen times. Each sensation stronger than the
last.” She pushed the vibrator against her harder for just a second and Haleigh
tensed and shuddered.

Jenna flipped it off and removed it from between her legs.

“Thank you. Thank. You.” Haleigh hung there in her rope and
Jenna knew she’d done the right thing by coming out to them as a rigger. They
were both satisfied and high as kites. Perfect.

Jenna untied Haleigh’s hair from the clamps, set them aside
and then slowly lowered her to the ground.

She pulled her safety knife from between her breasts where
she’d placed it to keep it safe and used it to cut the Duct Tape and the spongy
material holding Cyn’s legs together.

“Ahhhh,” leapt from Cyn’s mouth and Jenna helped straighten
her legs.

Jenna didn’t ask any questions, allowing them to stay in the
moment as she untied them both.

Haleigh’s legs came next, then her harness and then Cyn’s
harness. She waited ’til the end to take down Cyn’s hair and remove Haleigh’s
plug. A little bit of sexy at the end was exactly what she needed to make the
scene perfect. Haleigh’s shivery-self giggled as Jenna cleaned her up.

“Cyn, scoot down for me and snuggle Haleigh. She needs
cuddles just like you do.”

Without answering, Cyn wiggled down with a giant smile on
her face to gather Haleigh into her arms.

Jenna grabbed another blanket, covering them up so she could
re-coil her rope.

She stared at them and wound her jute back and forth as she
reveled in her toppy glow.

“That was fucking hot,” Jared whispered behind her.

She’d seen him and Chris come in a few minutes earlier but
wanted to give the girls a few extra minutes to come down.

“You liked?” She stared at Jared and then Chris.

“Fuck yes,” Chris answered in his typical no-nonsense
fashion. He never minced words and she knew his praise was completely honest.

She threw her last coil back in her bag and tucked the
safety knife back in its hiding spot. “Scott and Kyle?”

Jared smiled. “They got a bit inspired by the video from up
here so they’ll be a few more minutes.”

“Ha,” Jenna chuckled, enjoying the fact that she could help
spread the kinky love to even more people than were in this room. “Good deal.”
She moved back to the girls and lifted the blanket off Cyn. “Come get your girl
and I’ll snuggle Haleigh until her men arrive.”

Chris moved, scooping Cyn up and cradled her in his arms.
Dominance came off him in waves. Jenna could almost physically see the need for
him to reestablish the dominance over her.

He and Jared understood Cyn’s need to play with Jenna and
Haleigh but that didn’t mean they weren’t ready and willing to have her at
their feet as soon as possible. Jared grinned with a two-finger salute in her
direction before she turned her back to the door once again and climbed beneath
the fleece with Haleigh.

“You smell pretty,” Haleigh mumbled as she brushed her cheek
against Jenna’s cleavage.

Haleigh hugged her close and kissed the top of her head.
“You too, Haleigh Grace. Thank you for being up for playing tonight. I needed
it.”

“Anytime, Jenna.” She hugged her close and breathed across
her skin. “Thank you for the rope and extra goodies.”

Jenna snorted. “Extra goodies. Is that what we’re calling
predicaments, vibrators and steel butt plugs now?”

“Yes,” Haleigh answered enthusiastically. Out of nowhere she
asked, “Have Nick and Ian seen you tie like that?”

Jenna paused for a second, trying to get her heart to quit
freaking out when she heard their names together like that—or separate.

“Neither of them has really seen me tie other people. I’ve
been more a self-suspender since I learned rope. But I’ve recently learned how
satisfying it is to introduce other people to it. And I’m not gonna lie.
Switching and getting to top lovely ladies such as yourself and Cyn, as well as
hot-as-hell guys like Oscar? It’s pretty damn sexy.”

“Yes, it is. I sure like being on the receiving end.” She backed
up a tiny bit so she could look into Jenna’s eyes. “How I feel now. Floaty and
happy and warm and fuzzy, is that how you feel when Nick or Ian ties you?”

Jenna’s smile fell and she didn’t know if she could answer
her honestly. She still felt pretty raw from the fight she’d witnessed earlier.

“It’s all of that and more. At least it was with Nick the
other night. The connection I feel in rope is different than I get with any
other device of bondage. It’s more intense and speaks to me on a gut level.”

“And it was good with Nick?”

“So fucking hot. Even with it being punishment and my head
being in a different place. Damn. It was amazing. I’m even thinking about
writing it. For Aftercare.”

Haleigh moved her head back and forth, snuggling closer.
“You should. I like what you write, especially when you ‘get girlie’ as you
call it. The emotional side of it, that’s what people need.”

“What do you mean?”

She took around a minute to speak and Jenna wondered if
Haleigh had fallen asleep.

“People need to see the real side of all of this. Not
internet porn or erotic books, where everything is just sex or everything turns
out perfect. This is real life. With a learning curve and heartache. There are
challenges to this lifestyle that people interested in it can learn about this
way. Your blog? It’s really awesome.”

Jenna hugged her close, rubbing her back. “Thanks, pretty
girl. That means a lot. More than you know.”

“Mmmm. Welcome.” She was quiet for a few more minutes. “And
what about Ian? Was it as good with him?”

“What?”

“His rope.”

“He’s an asshole with a capital dickwad.” It burst out of
her before she could swallow it down. She decided to take a leap of faith and
voice a couple things she couldn’t get out of her head. “But… He makes me want
to get on my knees and his cock? God.” She shook her head, closing her eyes,
rubbing along Haleigh’s arm because she couldn’t stay still. “I’d nominate him
to get his cock molded, in like…every color of the rainbow, if I knew the right
person to contact. It’s a-
fucking
-mazing.” She glanced over at Haleigh
who had gone still. The wide eyes and her biting her lip said it all.

“He’s standing behind me isn’t he?”

She nodded.

“Well. Fuck.”

Thankfully, Scott and Kyle walked in right behind him to
collect Haleigh.

With her in Kyle’s arms, each of the men kissed Jenna on the
cheek.

“Hottest thing I’ve seen here in months.” Scott said it and
Kyle nodded once. “Half of me’s glad there were only a handful of people that
got to see it and the other half of me is disappointed that more members
weren’t privy to it.”

“Hot. As. Fuck,” Kyle added as they walked out.

That was one thing that was so wonderful about them. They
didn’t need or ask for her to bare her soul. Just gave their opinion and let
her process it.

Totally not the case from Ian, who had plopped down on the
stool in front of the makeup counter and looked as if he were going to stay a
while.

He’d want to talk.

And her emotions were already so close to the surface she
felt raw before he even said a word.

“So, girls, huh?”

Her hackles rose but she tried to hold them in check.

“Yes.”

He glanced up at her when she didn’t add anything else. And
stared.

“What, Ian? Can you just tell me what you want so I can get
cleared out of here and go home?”

“Why didn’t I get a monitor?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He stood to his full height. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

She knew he was trying to intimidate her. The smart thing
would have been to tell him to drop it or take the conversation downstairs in
the middle of one of the public areas.

But she wasn’t feeling particularly agreeable. More like
horny, tired, overwhelmed and horny. Thinking it one time just wasn’t enough.

She rolled her eyes and knelt by her rope bag, zipping it
up. “I’m nothing to you. The collar around my neck doesn’t belong to you and—”

“The collar on your mask—”

“Doesn’t belong to you either.” She stood with fists
clenched at her sides, one of them clutching the mask she didn’t remember
grabbing. Before she thought better of it, she threw it at him. Instead of
catching it, he let it peg him in the chest and then fall at his feet.

Where she used to be the happiest.

Where she used to be free.

But that was a long time ago. “The moment you walked out on
me and left me to figure out everything on my own, that second I ceased being
your property.”

“And what if I did it because it was the best thing for both
of us?”

“Save me your altruistic bullshit. Claiming someone,
collaring them, isn’t just because it’s pretty. Or cute. Or something to fill a
Saturday night. It’s special and wonderful and everything.”

She was going to cry.

Fuck.

That.

He made it one step closer and she bared her teeth at him.

“You can’t handle what I need.”

His eyes narrowed and his seeming displeasure willed her
into tamping the emotions back down.

“What if I could?”

She wanted to laugh, opened her mouth and attempted it but
no sound came out. “That’s rich. So what’s changed in the last few years to all
of a sudden flip your wiring to be cool with me being with women and wanting a
ménage? You feel left out of something that has nothing to do with you.”

“It does have something to do with me. I have the black eye
to prove it.”

“I don’t think you really want me. I don’t think you
particularly like me. I just think you don’t want the other kids playing with a
toy you thought you still had dibs on. Well, listen up, Ian, because I’m only
going to say this once. I am nothing to you. Nothing. We work together. That’s
it. And thankfully we don’t have to work together all that much.” She wandered
into the bathroom and started cleaning up. “It’s like wanting a bone just
because another dog has it, not because you actually want the bone.”

“You’re not a bone.”

“Could have fooled me. You both sure as hell could have
fooled me with that beat-the-shit-out-of-each-other fight you pulled this
morning.”

“It wasn’t my brightest moment.” She could barely hear him
through his clenched teeth.

It wasn’t exactly an apology but it did kind of stop her in
her tracks. She shook her head and straightened the girl’s clothes still by the
makeup counter. She’d moved closer to him. Whether it was conscious or
unconscious she really didn’t know but damn he smelled good.

“No, it wasn’t.” She tried to stay on track and keep the
hurt at the forefront of her mind but it wasn’t working.

He placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing her muscles.
“The fight today was—”

“You.”

Jenna whirled around and there he stood. Nick, in the
doorway with the third monitor clutched in his hand.

Fuck
. He’d probably been listening into all of the
conversations she’d had after the scene.

Most people would have disconnected when she started untying
the girls but it looked as if Nick had heard every word of it.

“Every time I turn around you’re here. You don’t own her or
have any say in who she’s with or why.”

Her brain sputtered and coughed, trying to remember the last
time that someone asked her opinion about this. Any of this.

“I can handle this myself.”

“You don’t need to because he’s leaving.” Nick closed the
distance, stopping only when he stood toe-to-toe with Ian.

“The fuck I am. If you think for one minute I’m gonna stand
by and—”

“And what, she’s mine. I don’t have to explain—”

“Stop!” She meant for it to come out a whisper but she
screamed it at them.

They halted mid-sentence, turning toward her. Nick walked up
to her, concern clear in his eyes but he glanced back over his shoulder,
narrowing his eyes at Ian as if it were all his fault.

“God, just stop. I can’t do…this.”

She wasn’t a girl who thrived on drama.

It sucked the life out of her.

She’d wallowed in heartache for too long and vowed never to
go back to that place. Loving Ian had been easy. Losing him had been horrible.

She wished her love for him had been severed when he walked
away but it hadn’t. Staring at him now, she admitted to herself she was still
in love with him. Maybe she always would be.

Loving Nick was…

What.

The.

Fuck.

Loving him?

Realization swamped her, sucked her under and spat her out.

Oh God.

She did.

Before she knew what she was doing she clawed at his collar
around her neck. Tearing at the leather.

“What are you doing? Jenna. Stop. You’re gonna hurt
yourself. Stop.”

“Can’t breathe. Can’t…”

Keys were in his hand before she could finish.

He twisted her around, the lock popped and he had the collar
off in less than thirty seconds.

She clutched her throat as he tried to wrap her in his
embrace but she shoved away from him, backing away until her back whapped the
cabinets behind her.

Tears fell unbidden down her cheeks and her hands shook so
bad she didn’t attempt to wipe them away.

Nick moved toward her, unable to stay away and Ian followed
no more than two steps behind.

They stood before her, glancing at each other for the first
time without anger between them. They were clueless as to what to do with her
and she almost begged them.

Begged them to love her.

Both of them.

And that would never happen.

“I have to leave.”

“What the hell just happened?”

“Nothing. Everything. I can’t explain. Don’t ask me to.
Please.” She begged them with her hand still on her throat.

It felt so naked.

Moments before it was like a noose, choking her free will
and choices but now?

Everything was starkly clear in front of her.

This would never work. They could never share her.

And that’s what she’d want.

What she’d been hoping for, though she hadn’t admitted it in
the light of day.

“Okay, baby. It’s okay. Let me take you home and we’ll—”

“No.” She shook her head and pushed between them. She
grabbed her rope bag and purse, heaving the heavier one onto her shoulder.

She caught sight of her mask with Ian’s collar on it on the
floor. The clear imprint of a dusty foot print on the surface.

Fitting
, she thought to herself.

She wiped her cheeks and faced them again.

“I’m taking a few days off.”

“What the hell? Jenna, talk to us. What’s going on?”

“Us?” She barked out a pained laugh. “There is no us. We all
work together. The two of you’ve done nothing but argue and I’m sick of it.”
That was the truth but only a small portion of it. “I shouldn’t have gotten
involved with a coworker. Knew it then and I certainly know it now. So I’m
taking a few days to get my priorities straight again.”

“Don’t leave like this, Jenna. You’re still coming down off
your scene with the girls. You’re upset and you don’t need to drive like this.”

“I’m a big girl and can take care of myself.” She moved past
them again, heading toward the door. They both reached for her and she wanted
to cave. She wanted to beg for them to love her back but she straightened her
spine and didn’t give in.

She was worth more than that.

When she opened the door it seemed heavier than she
remembered it being. The weight of the goodbye she was about to utter must have
had something to do with it.

“Yes. You can take care of yourself but you’re still my
responsibility.”

She glanced at the collar in Nick’s hand and he clutched it
tighter in his fist.

Then she looked at the mask she left lying on the ground,
discarded. Meeting the eyes of the two men she loved was one of the hardest
things she’d ever had to do.

Nick hadn’t really done anything wrong. Not compared to what
Ian had done. But he was guilty if nothing else but association.

And for Jenna…that was enough. She couldn’t trust either of
them with her safety and she knew it.

Physical safety? Maybe.

But my emotions?
She shook her head.

“No, Sir. I’m not either of your responsibilities. Not
anymore.” As she walked out, she let the door slowly close behind her. Why?
Probably had something to do with wanting them to fix it. How she didn’t know,
but somehow. They were the dominant ones, they were supposed to have all the
answers.

“You never should have come here.”

“Me? I had her first, and you can go fu—”

The door closed, on everything.