Jenna's Consent (25 page)

“This isn’t over,” Ian snarled after him.

“For now it is,” Nick answered with a smug smile and a
raincheck on flipping him off.

The club passed by in a blur as he strode through it on the
way to his playroom.

He got the door locked behind him then made his way over to
the bed.

Laying her on top of the covers she looked up at him,
sleepily watching him strip beside the bed.

His boots hit the floor, followed by his socks and pants in
short order.

He flipped on a light beside the bed and grabbed condoms from
the nightstand beside it, then climbed on the mattress to kneel between her
legs.

Finesse wasn’t his forte on a good day and this day
certainly wasn’t one of his best.

He tore off her panties, simply ripping the seams on the
side and tossing the scrap of fabric off the side of the bed.

“Nick…” The way she whispered his name fucked with his head,
making his cock jerk in reaction, as if he hasn’t come less than ten minutes
before.

Her toes moved against his calves but her arms lay limp to
the side and he couldn’t wait another minute to get inside her.

He hated the hard limit of her corset being on but if he was
being honest he was too far into top space to fuck with it anyway. It would
have gotten shredded right along with the satin lying somewhere on the floor
beside the bed.

The condom wrapper was in his hand before he realized his
brain told him to grab it and in the next ten seconds it was on and he was
pushing her legs apart with his hips as he angled the head of his cock against
the wet hot entrance to her pussy.

“Don’t come.”

“But—“

The rest of whatever she was going to say was cut off as he
thrust inside her.

He didn’t slide in, or work his shaft inside her in
increments. She wouldn’t allow it. Her pussy was so wet he simply moved his
hips and plunged in deep within her core.

“So wet for me. For my cock.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Two simple words but paired with the slow lowering of her
lashes and the way she tilted her head, biting her lower lip.

Any restraint he had in taking her evaporated.

He dug between her back and the mattress, lifting her off
the bed and onto his lap, by the grip he had on her corset laces.

She “oophed” when she hit his chest and she latched on to
his neck.

Her slight weight was no match for his determination to have
her in any position his brain could dream up.

“Cross your ankles behind my back.”

She did and begged as he thrust inside her. “Please fuck me,
Sir. Please. I’m so empty without you.”

Her fingernails scratched his scalp as she clutched at his
hair.

Her breath whispered across his lips and he focused on her
mouth.

“May I have a kiss, Sir?”

He grunted as he worked his hips to fill her core until he
bumped her cervix with his condom-covered cock.

Her lips brushed his and he nipped her bottom lip.

She whimpered against his mouth, brushing against his lips
again.

He licked her lips and her pussy tightened on his cock.

“Like my tongue on you?”

She tilted her head back on a whine as he thrust high and
stayed still for a second and then another.

“You taste good on my lips. In my mouth.” She opened her
eyes again as he moved, pumping his hips, working his dick inside her.

Just the reminder of coming in her mouth made his cock jerk
inside her sweet cunt.

His grip tightened around her back, pulling her even closer
to the shelter of his larger frame.

She wasn’t close enough.

He couldn’t physically put her in a place he wanted her so
she felt as close to him as he wanted her to get.

Before he thought better of it he stood on the bed, lifting
her with him.

Her thighs tightened around his hips, as did the hand in his
hair and the one now clutching at his back.

Before she could ask what he was doing, he moved her against
the wall, tilting her hips up so his pubic bone rubbed against her clit each
time he shoved inside her.

“I-It’s been so long— Since I’ve felt anything— Like— This.”

She stuttered her way through it as he pounded into her.

“Hold around my neck.”

She moved the one off his back and he dug his hands between
her knees and his hips, spreading her wide open.

He watched his cock disappear into her tiny pussy and the
lips of her sex stretched each time he pulled almost free.

His jaw ached from keeping his teeth clenched together so he
leaned forward, capturing her mouth with his.

She whimpered as he opened his mouth, licking past her lips,
tasting her, catching a hint of the taste of his cum.

“You sucking me earlier, in my rope.” He kissed her again.
“On your knees, because that’s where I wanted you.” He nipped her lips, pulling
the bottom one out, only releasing it when she squeaked. “With the smell of
your pussy in my nose and your wetness coating my fingers. I’ve wanted to be
with you from the first time I met you. I’ve wanted to sink so far inside you I
won’t be able to find myself for days.”

He fucked into her, shoving her back against the wall, her
shoulders, her ass.

His knuckles were going to be scratched by being trapped
between the wall and her waist and he couldn’t wait to have a reminder of
owning her.

“Please.”

“Please what?” He sped up, determined to set a pace she
couldn’t resist.

“Please let me come, Sir. Please. I’m right there. Your
rough hair rubbing my clit. I can’t stand it.” She shook her head back and
forth, telling him exactly how close she was to disobeying his order.

“Don’t you dare come, Jenna. This isn’t for you. This is
mine.” He fucked her hard, setting a grueling tempo, reminding her exactly who
owned her pussy for the rest of the month.

“Mine.” He changed angles, fucking her high inside her core,
hitting the ridged location marking the position of her G-spot.

“I can’t, Sir. Please. I beg you. Please.”

“No.” He was unrepentant in his requirement of her to obey.

Riding her so close to the edge pushed him over his.

He slammed in deep, filling the condom he wore and semen
jetted from the end of his cock, rhythmically in time to him coming.

Sensation raced to the top of his head, making him euphoric.
The rest of him seemed to just float away from his head for a second.

His lips found hers as the walls of her pussy fluttered
around him. They both breathed heavily, panting.

One kiss to recover from the orgasm that broke him wide open
and the another to keep from it.

Her hips twitched back and forth, trying to move against him
but he used his weight to trap her between his big body and the unforgiving
cinderblock wall.

He pumped inside her for a few more strokes, nipping her
ear, nibbling her neck and her shoulder.

Cuddling wasn’t in his repertoire but for her, he wanted to
wrap her up and sleep for a week.

“I’ll never be able to sleep or function or think. Not like
this, Sir. Please.”

He pulled out of her, relishing the gritted teeth he saw
from her as her pussy tried to suck him back in. Her jaw tightened and she dug
her nails into his back.

He stepped off the bed, his still half-hard cock bouncing
against her slick pussy.

She growled as his cock brushed against her swollen clit.
“Do you want to come, Jenna? Do you want to come for me?”

“Yes, Sir. More than anything. I’ll do anything to come for
you. Please let me come.”

He put her on the mattress again, binding her wrists and
ankles with cuffs on the four corners of the bed. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“But—”

Her mumbled words reached his ears as he moved into the
bathroom. She strained against the cuffs as he discarded the condom and hopped
in the shower.

Was he really trying to torture her?

Not exactly.

But controlling her? Knowing she couldn’t get off, simply
because he knew how to keep her from it, was one of the sexiest fucking things.

He fisted his semi-hard cock on the way back to her.

Coming twice apparently wasn’t going to detour him from
taking her again. A slight delay maybe but he could have a bit of fun with
that.

“Please, please, please…”

Her quiet whimpering reached him as he grabbed another
condom out of the nightstand. He tossed the wrapper in the trash can next to the
bed and rolled it over his lengthening shaft.

Her hips rolled as she moved her head back and forth on the
bed. It was almost as if she were trying to self-sooth or process the pain of
not being allowed to orgasm.

She also seemed right on the verge of falling asleep.

She’d had one hell of a day and night. He wasn’t done with
her yet.

One of her eyes peeked open as he released one of the wrist
cuffs.

“Put your fingers on your clit. Slow. Easy circles with your
fingertips.”

Her hand slithered down the side of the steel-boned corset
and over her abdomen to the mound of her pussy. It crept over her flesh as if
it moved quickly he’d slap it away, taking the prize he now dangled in front of
her.

Her pelvis jerked when she touched what had to be a tight
knot at the top of her slit.

“Mmmm…”

He released the cuffs binding her ankles and she immediately
pulled them higher on the bed, exposing her wet pussy to him.

“Are you wet for me, pretty girl?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered on a sigh.

He released the last cuff and then settled on the mattress
next to her.

“I want a taste.”

She glanced over at him, her eyes glassy from the rope, the
pain and hopefully from taking him onstage because he wanted to.

Her skin was so soft beneath his fingers as he circled her
wrist, lifting it away from her cunt. He sucked her fingers past his lips,
tonging the pads of each but he never took his eyes from her face.

She watched him, his mouth, his lips and teeth as he nipped
her. Her lips parted, the bottom one pouting at the end as he licked each tip
one more time.

He put her hand back where he’d found it and she didn’t
waste any time, circling her clit with her slick touch.

“Slide one of your fingers in. All the way. Feel how hot
your pussy is for me.”

Her shoulder dipped as she pushed one of her slim digits in.

“Hmm,” she moaned and she filled her core again.

“Now two.”

Her wrist flexed and she bit her bottom lip as she thrust
again, thicker, deeper.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“How much more?”

“As much as you want to give me, Sir.”

“Very, very good answer.”

He pulled her closest leg to him, draping it over his thigh
so she was totally exposed to him. His cock brushed against her side and her
heat reached through the condom, wrapping around him as if it were her pussy.

His rough palm scraped along her inner thigh and her muscles
shimmied beneath his hand. He wound his fingers through hers and pushed two
fingers in beside hers.

She arched as much as she could with the corset binding her
and her other hand clutched at the comforter beside her thigh.

Using his own hand and hers trapped beneath it, he fucked
her with them. It was dirty and sexy and delicious in so many ways.

Watching her eyelids close and her chin lift as she moved
closer and closer to the cliff of orgasm was amazing.

He licked up the side of her neck where her blood raced
beneath her skin and he bit her right below her ear.

“I’m gonna come, Sir. I can’t stop it. Please let me come.
Please, God, please, please.”

Her desperation was so perfect.

Her pleading tone so sincere he couldn’t help himself.

He shifted between her thighs, pulling her hand free in the
same motion.

Her mouth opened in protest until he added a third finger
and latched on to her clit.

With his teeth and lips and tongue he blew her apart.

She didn’t just come, she exploded.

Her slight frame torqued on the mattress.

Her toes curled.

Her face whipped to the side.

She latched on to the bed rails behind her, using them to
work her hips against his mouth as he licked at her.

Looking up at her, watching her come for him—her cries and
her mewls of pleasure—was perfection.

He thrust slowly in and out, in and out, dragging out her
pleasure, increasing his own as his cock throbbed to be put to use again.

Mumbled words left her lips but they were so soft they died
in the short foot and a half between them.

He licked her one more time, making her shiver and then he
got up on his knees, leaning over her. He continued to fuck her sweet pussy
with his fingers, not able to stop, not willing to let her go. Then he heard
her.

He moved closer, close enough to feel her breath whisper
across his lips.

“Casanova, Casanova, Casanova, Nova, Nova, Nova.” He stared
at her cheeks as they hollowed out every time she got to one of the Ns.

The nickname he’d always hated had a new meaning coming from
her mouth, from her core as she floated in ecstasy.

She was thinking of him and only him.

He couldn’t resist the pull of her mouth just like he
couldn’t convince himself he needed to take his fingers out of her pussy or his
thumb off her clit.

She didn’t hesitate letting him into her mouth. No
weariness, no fear.

Acceptance.

Nothing less than everything.

She could take him, heal him, though he never knew there was
anything that needed to be fixed.

He was exactly who he was meant to be with her.

Complete
, he thought.

He could fuck who he wanted to.

Flourished on the power behind topping some young sweet
piece of ass and then walking away.

The mere thought of walking away from her left him feeling
sick.

He kissed her hard, as if to keep her there, as if to show
her instead of telling her everything he wanted to say.