Jenna's Consent (36 page)

The crowd murmured again and Jenna fell into the fantasy.

They bid back and forth, both of the men moving closer to
the stage until they squared off side-by-side.

“The dark-haired gentlemen, the bid rests with you at
twenty-five thousand. Do I hear thirty thousand?”

“Forty thousand,” boomed a voice toward the back of the room
near the door. The bidder stood behind Duke so she couldn’t see who it was.

Nick and Ian turned toward him, more than a bit pissed off.

It didn’t seem as if this was part of the plan.

“Forty thousand,” Duke yelled. “That’s the highest we’ve
seen tonight, folks.”

He moved just enough to the side to let her see and there
stood the other bidder. Blond hair, dark eyes, his jacket unbuttoned and his
hands in his pockets as if he could give a shit about the forty grand he’d just
wagered on her.

Damien.

Her new landlord.

A shiver worked its way up her spine. He spooked her just a
tad and she focused on Nick and Ian again, who were in the middle of a heated
argument. The crowd had grown louder as the bidding increased and she couldn’t
hear what they were saying.

“Do I hear forty-five thousand? Either of you gentlemen?”

They argued more and Jenna’s heart hammered away in her
chest. She bit her lip, not knowing what was going to happen.

She glanced at Damien again and a devilish smile transformed
his face from uninterested to intense in less time than it took her to curl her
toes in her shoes.

“Forty thousand, going once.” Duke’s voice echoed in the
room.

Ian and Nick stared at each other, eyes narrowed.

“Forty thousand, going twice.”

Jenna held her breath, nerves skating toward her stomach, as
her insides bottomed out.

“Ssssoool—”

“Fifty thousand,” Nick called out.

“And we’ll take her together.”

Jenna watched Ian’s lips move but it took her a second to
comprehend what they meant.

“Together?” she whispered.

“Sold!” Duke yelled as he brought the gavel down on the
podium he stood behind.

She focused on the men again, moving her head to follow them
as they moved to the steps and then came up the stage to collect her.

“Here’s the key to her cuffs, gentlemen.” Douglas handed Ian
a key and then faced her. He inclined his head. “She’s a bit headstrong. Can’t
wait to see what you do with her.” He offered his hand to Ian and then Nick.

“Thanks for your help. We had a feeling she wouldn’t follow
instructions on her own.”

“My pleasure.”

She barely noticed as Douglas left the stage. Ian and Nick
approached with nothing but pure sex radiating from both of them.

Nick unlocked her cuffs from the chain overhead and lowered
her arms.

“Mmm,” she whined as blood rushed to her hands.

Ian wrapped his arm around her stomach and held her up as
Nick massaged her arms but he didn’t remove the cuffs.

“What are you doing?” She looked up at him, freezing when
his eyes flipped up to meet hers.

“Rubbing you.”

“You know that isn’t what I meant.”

Ian leaned down, running his nose along her exposed shoulder
as he brushed his pants-covered erection across her tender backside. “Then what
did you mean, slave?”

Her head tilted away and her eyelids must have weighed a
hundred pounds apiece. “This. The scene. Together.” Words weren’t her strong
point when they were both so close that their mild colognes mingled together,
making her want things she shouldn’t.

“Together was the only way we could outbid the other
gentleman. Neither of us were willing to give you up. So this was the best
alternative.”

Jenna read into his words and she dropped her shields just
enough for warmth to flood her body as they moved closer.

“No rules. No limits tonight, Jenna. Nothing between us.”
Nick stared at her.

It wasn’t a question but she answered it anyway, maybe for
herself but she needed to verbalize it nonetheless. “Yes, Sirs. For tonight.”

“Then we’ll see what tomorrow brings,” Ian added.

Her grin made an appearance and Nick scooped her up into his
arms.

They took her back to the room they were in the last time
and she saw it as a challenge. Something was different inside her and she
wasn’t going to be weak anymore. She was going to take what they offered and
not get ahead of herself. Expectations of forever kept getting in the way of
today so she tried to let everything but the here and now go.

Nick sat her down in the middle of an open space and linked
her cuffs again. When he walked away, Ian lifted her arms over her head and
attached them to a chain similar to what had been on the stage.

It was almost the perfect height and Nick raised it a tiny
bit higher, using a mechanism found in a hidden panel in a wall of the dungeon.
She was perfectly balanced up on her heels.

“Now, about that corset.” Ian stepped in front of her, pulling
his knife from his pocket. The one she dreamt about.

“No.” She shook her head side to side and tried to move
away. She only made it about three inches.

“I put it there.” Ian’s words stopped her struggle and she
focused on him, some of her panic receding. “You never wore them before and I’m
not saying they aren’t hot as fuck, but you don’t wear them to be fashionable
do you?”

She stared at him as he opened his knife with a snap. A
simple shake of her head was all she could muster.

“I didn’t think so,” Nick added as he moved in behind her.
“The rope and the corsets aren’t hard limits. It’s just the things you want to
avoid dealing with. Right?”

She hated being psychologically analyzed. “You tell me,
since you seem to have all the answers.” She glared at both of them to make
sure Ian didn’t think he was special.

“I put it there,” Ian admitted. “So I think it’s only
fitting I should be the one to cut it off.” He dragged the blunt edge of the
knife down the inside of her arm, across her clavicle and dipping it into her
cleavage.

“Open.” Nick tapped her mouth and she automatically
complied.

She was shaken to her core.

They’d sprung the “no limits” on her. Yes, she’d heard it
from Douglas but hadn’t truly believed.

Not then.

Not until—

He placed a maraschino cherry against her bottom teeth.
“Close.”

She did and used the tip of her tongue against the sweet
flesh.

“Don’t break the skin and don’t drop it or…” He let the rest
of the sentence die away but the look in his eye told her all she needed to
know. He meant business.

They both did.

He had gagged her.

With a cherry.

Ian circled her, dragging the tip of his knife along her
stomach and over her hip bone, then stopped at her back.

He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back and placed the
tip of the knife at her throat. “You’re at my mercy now, Jenna. Mine. My, good
g…”

Her heart hammered against her ribs as he trailed off. He
didn’t say it. Not all of it but he almost had.

The tiny glimmer of hope she’d had before burst inside her,
multiplying a thousand-fold.

Ian stood there behind her, nipped her ear and then shoved
her head forward.

There was no buildup, no second-guessing. He sliced through
the cords of her corset and they snapped one after another. Almost as if they
were bullets exploding out of the end of a semi-automatic rifle.

“Mmmm…” She closed her eyes, thankful Nick stepped up,
grabbing her throat with one hand and the steel-boned chrysalis with the other.

She felt like a butterfly.

With a little help, she was free.

Nick lifted the corset away from her body, exposing her to
them both for the first time. Exposing her for the first time since Ian had
walked away.

He was right. He had put it there but she had allowed it to
happen.

Ian ran his hands down her back, around her waist and up her
ribs to palm her breasts. He squeezed them and pinched her nipples hard enough
that she cried out around the cherry.

She squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on not breaking the
cherry skin. Her teeth pressed down on it and a tiny dribble of juice ran down
her chin, landing on her chest.

“Messy. I like that.” Nick licked the drop on her chest, up
her throat and then to her chin. He licked across the cherry along with her
teeth and lips. “Sweet.”

“Ungh,” came from her chest and Ian pinched her nipples
again, working them as she rubbed her ass against the front of his slacks.

“Let’s get you down. We have plans for you.” Nick nipped her
bottom lip, making her bite down and she caught herself before it broke the
skin. He strode over to the wall, letting her arms down and Ian was there to
uncuff her from the chain. He led her over to the same masseuse table she’d
been on before.

He turned her away from the table and then ripped the
panties from her pretty pussy.

“Huh, huh, huh.” She couldn’t speak—not that she could get
her brain to actually form any coherent thoughts—so she panted in front of them
instead.

Ian lifted her, placing her on the table. Her back arched.

“Cold?”

She nodded once. Her acknowledgment followed by a shiver
along her spine.

“Good. You’re gonna need it.”

They laid her back, the crown of her head resting on the
indent of the donut.

Quickly they had her wrists cuffed to the edge of the table
beside her head.

Nick added thigh cuffs, strapped tight. He ran his fingers
up her inner thigh almost to her clit but backed off before he got there.

Arousal hummed beneath her skin as he removed the shackle
chain from the cuffs around her ankles.

Ian bent one of her legs and Nick mirrored the same pose on
the other leg. They attached the two sets of cuffs together and then spread her
legs wide.

Rope.

They each pulled a piece out of their back pockets and tied
the straps to something beneath the table. They crouched beside her to tie off
the working end, kissing, nipping and sucking her flesh as they worked.

Her head moved back and forth to see them both and to
process the delicious need crawling through her mind.

She ached for them, her breasts rising and falling with each
shallow breath.

“Now for a bit of color.”

Her eyes flared as they walked away. They came back, each
holding two candles.

Red candles.

Ian flicked open a lighter, causing the flame to flare to
life. He lit his candles and then handed the lighter to Nick. His candles were
lit quickly and then he closed it with a snap.

Air pumped in and out of her through her nose as they let
the wax melt. Her hips twitched uncontrollably, wanting it but scared of it.

“Fear. I see it in your eyes.” Ian’s voice. It was like a
cat’s tongue. Rough. “But you want it don’t you? You’re pussy’s so wet I could
fuck you right now.”

“Yeh, hir,” she answered, unable to keep from responding
even though her mouth was occupied.

They didn’t raise them high above her and drip a tiny dot of
wax on stomach.

No.

Each of them tipped their candle over, drawing a line across
each of her nipples.

“Fuuuuuuh,” she wheezed and squirmed as the hot wax cooled
on her skin.

There was no time to acclimate to the sensations. Dot after
dot, line after line, struck her skin.

It wasn’t that hot.

She knew it wasn’t, especially not with how hot her skin was
to start with.

But it felt like fire racing along her nerve endings.

It zipped down to her clit, where it pulsed with increasing
need for release. Then up to her head, flashing with the need for more.

They covered her chest, her torso, her thighs. Her mound.
Even the sensitive underside of her exposed arms. A few dots were even added to
her throat and collarbones.

They didn’t speak.

It wasn’t needed.

She knew what they required.

Her submission.

And she’d never been more willing to give it to them.

Her fingers moved on their own, processing the pain and the
desire.

Cool air moved across the wax and she blinked, trying to
focus on the men instead of the ceiling.

The candles were out—where they had gone, she had no
clue—but each of her men blew on the red color, hardening it.

Her torso jerked as Nick moved toward her, loosening the
belt at his waist. He lifted her head and removed the pillow beneath it, then slowly
released her.

“Ungh.”

The table. It was the perfect height to suck his cock.

But he didn’t free the erection straining his pants. He
lifted the cherry from her mouth and she licked her lips, swallowing the tiny
amount of juice that trickled to the back of her throat.

“Good girl, Jenna.”

The ache to hear it from Ian as well swelled inside her
chest.

She curled her toes at his words and closed her eyes,
feeling more exposed than she had just a moment before.

“Mine.” His raw voice startled her as his cock touched her
lips.

Her mouth opened and he pushed inside with a groan.

“Fuck. Your tongue. Your teeth. Just. Fuck.”

He moved, thrusting his shaft along her tongue and it got
harder as she sucked on him. Her cheeks hollowed out as he pulled back and she
moaned as his flavor intoxicated her.

She didn’t know it was coming.

The first strike of Ian’s cane.

It landed across her mound, making her jump as it cracked
the dried wax.

Nick pulled his cock out for two seconds.

“Oh God.” Her voice shocked her and she was glad Nick gagged
her again on his cock. He shoved in deep, almost to the back of her throat as
Ian struck her a handful of times.

Her tits, her thighs, her stomach.

A rapid-fire assault meant to steal every rational thought
in her head and reduce her to nothing but sensation.