Blaine, Destiny - Domination Plantation [Southern Plantation 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Destiny Blaine

  Serena had always protected her. Half of the reason she’d entered her twenties as an untouched member of the female population was because of her feelings toward men. The other half was because Serena never allowed her enough of an opportunity to earn the first real kiss, much less take things a step further.

  She took a deep breath and read the text.

  Back off, Jules. I already told you she’s a virgin. What I haven’t told you is that she’s never been kissed. Her mother’s boyfriends and stepfather abused her. Another man, a man she won’t talk about, did horrible things to her. You’re terrifying her. Unlock this door, and I don’t mean maybe.

  “Honey, is this true?”

  “Maybe. What does it matter?”

  “Give me a straight answer. Is it true? Have you been with a man before? I mean, you’re twenty-one years old for God’s sake. You responded to me when we were in the bathroom together. Damn it to hell, I felt your pussy milking my fingers like you knew how to work a man, his hand, or his cock. Answer me, Jenna. How is that possible? How can you know what to do with a man if you’ve never been with one? I need the truth.”

  Jenna’s lips quivered. He must’ve seen the impact of his chosen words. His eyes softened. His jaw relaxed.

  “It doesn’t make a damn to me one way or the other.”

  Maybe not but it mattered to her. She wanted to explain her side of the story without revealing more than necessary. “I’ve never been kissed on the mouth—outside of a peck here or there—or penetrated with a man’s penis, if that’s what you want to know.”

  “I see,” Jules said, running a slow hand through his blond hair. “You should’ve told me. You’ve had several opportunities. A good time would’ve been when my fingers were crawling all over you out by the pool. Do you have any idea how far I might have taken things then?”

  What about the bathroom? She thought he had a better chance to do her dirty in Brogan’s large tub.

  “I like it when you touch me.”

  “You do?” He released what sounded like a burdened sigh. “I thought you didn’t want me.”

  “You weren’t touching me for some sort of perverse pleasure. When you touch me, it’s like you want me to enjoy you. It’s as if you’re enjoying yourself.”

  “I am, Jenna, but I’m not the kind of guy who takes things slow when a woman seems like she’s in a rush for more, do you understand? You would’ve had more intimacy than you bargained for if things had heated up another degree or two.”

  She reached for the key. “I’ll do my best to keep my flirting to a minimum. Sound good?”

  He pulled his arm back and stared at her lips. “What if I charged you a kiss for this key?”

  “I’m not too good with kisses. I’ve never experienced the kind of kiss you want to give me. Well, beyond a few things those men do to women when they are trying to…arouse them.”

  Jules looked away then and she wasn’t sure how to translate his demeanor. Maybe he thought she was talking about the way he’d kissed her ankle. It ranked as the most pleasurable kiss she’d ever encountered, but she didn’t tell him.

  “I’ve been through therapy,” she quickly added. “I’m not damaged by past experiences. For the record, my mother’s boyfriends and my stepdad didn’t sexually abuse me. My stepdad beat me, but he never placed his hands where they didn’t belong. He turned me over to another man for that, a guy who trains women for submissive positions with their Doms.”

  “Come again?”

  “He was a family friend, or at least, a friend of my stepdad and some say he actually worked for my real dad at one point, but that doesn’t matter either. Anyway, his name was Cal. He took on a few young subs to train. I met him when I was a few days past my nineteenth birthday. That’s why I have some knowledge. My mother was a submissive woman, too, but I was taught to respect Doms from a trainer paid to teach me.”

  “Did you have a choice in the matter?” Jules asked, obviously disgusted and unable to hide his disapproval.

  “Subs don’t have choices.”

  “Slaves don’t make choices. Submissive women trust their dominant partners to make decisions for them but they aren’t enslaved by their willingness to submit. If anything they’re empowered by it.”

  “Can we talk about this another time?” Suddenly Jenna was uncomfortable discussing her history.

  She held out her hand and he gripped her wrist. Rather than slide the key into her palm, he tugged her closer, clasping their hands together with entwined fingers. “Tell you what, we’ll take things as slow as you want. You can flirt your ass off and I won’t read anything into it. When you’re ready for something more, you can tell me. Whether it’s a kiss or…well, you know what I’m after. Whatever you want Jenna, I have a feeling, I’ll give it to you.”

  * * * *

  Relaxing his grip, he unlocked the door and gave her hand a final squeeze.

  “Thanks, bro,” Jules said, greeting Brogan.

  “Don’t mention it.”

  “You two should be ashamed, locking us out of the party!” Serena spat, grinning.

  “You have no one to blame but yourself and your superior match-making abilities,” Brogan grumbled, swatting her bottom with a newspaper. “Besides, you had this sort of thing in mind when you decided to spend a month with us. Now go get dressed and get downtown. There’s a new club for college kids and older teens.”

  “Really? A new club?” Serena asked. “I bet they serve Shirley Temples and chocolate milk on the rocks. What do you bet, Jenna?”

  “Where’s the club?” Jenna asked, distant and obviously uninterested.

  “Downtown Abingdon,” Brogan replied. “It’s open every night in the summer. They close about midnight.”

  “And you think we want to go to a teen club when the best action in town happens right here?” Serena asked. “Oh no, it doesn’t work that way boys. We’re here for the party, day or night. Right, Jenna?”

  Jenna and Jules locked gazes, and Brogan groaned.

  “It’s the nights that I’m worried about,” Jules admitted.

  Jenna remained silent. After her little heart-to-heart with Jules, she wasn’t afraid anymore, and for the first time in a long time, she didn’t hide behind saucy words or a flirtatious wink. Instead, she zipped her lips and thought of all sorts of possible outcomes. All scenarios included Jules and Brogan Evans.

  Chapter Seven

  One week later

  “She’s got a string around my cock like it’s a damn yo-yo. I don’t know what to make of her. That woman comes on so strong that I have to keep reminding myself she’s supposedly a virgin. I’ve never met anyone like her. Did you hear about her stepdad from Serena or Jenna?”

  “Mostly from Heath.”

  Jules paced back and forth, following the fence lining the corral. He stopped and changed directions. “The way she carries on, I don’t think she was abused. I’m telling you, that gal is almost as forward as Marcy Mahoney.”

  Brogan’s dick danced when Jules mentioned Marcy. Damn it, Marcy left him forever ruined for another woman, unless Jules was right. If Jenna was more woman than they could handle, then she held certain attributes he’d only found in women like Marcy, and most of them had rolled around in a barn a time or two. He’d watched enough of them in action.

  Their place had a reputation for drawing in the ladies that didn’t mind to fuck in broad daylight or with a crowd around to enjoy the show. Everyone around town knew all about the Evans farm. Once they even had an auction to support a local homeless shelter and they raised money by selling off kinky clothing and BDSM gadgets—cuffs, collars, crops, and props. After the benefit, Brogan and Jules became the talk of the town. In the process, they raised over forty thousand dollars for a good cause.

  But it came at a price.

  After local awareness of the Evans farm, never mind the particular fetishes of those who ran with Brogan and Jules, the men enjoyed their pick of submissive women. Doms came around, too, be
cause they knew where to find compatible partners.

  Those outside of the lifestyle often squirmed in their presence and for a while, the local cops made the Evans ranch a regular stop. They were forced to take the bad with the good. Fortunately, the pleasurable acts there far outweighed any legal inconveniences.

  “Listen, Jules, a lot of women out there will tease one man right after the next. It doesn’t mean they’ve had one in their bed.”

  Jules continued to stamp out his frustration. “From what I’ve seen, there’s no way she’s never been with a man. She does crazy things a virgin wouldn’t dare. I mean, how many virgins do you know that strut around topless?”

  “I don’t know many virgins.”

  “Of course you don’t. Once you reach our age, there aren’t any around to speak of!”

  “You’re getting yourself all worked up,” Brogan said.

  “No, I’m confused. She keeps me guessing and I’m not buying her act, not for a second.”

  “One minute you do. The next minute you don’t. I don’t think it’s an act.”

  “That girl, I mean…woman is not who she pretends to be and she isn’t a virgin.”

  Brogan arched a brow. “I…uh, failed to tell you something.”

  Jules came to an abrupt halt. “What?”

  “I tested that in my own way.”

  Jules set his jaw. “What do you mean? You tested what?”

  “I gave her an opportunity to show me what she had, and if she wanted a man—or knew what to do with one—she could’ve easily been forward enough to take me.”

  “And how did you do that exactly?”

  “Don’t worry about it. Listen, Fiona asked Heath to tell me about Jenna’s past. He said she’d been worked over pretty good by some kind of fellow who was hired to train her with specific orders not to have sex with her. He may have used her for his own arousal, but for whatever reason, he didn’t fuck her and I don’t think anyone has.”

  “Right,” Jules muttered. “And maybe there’s such a thing as bad sex, too.”

  “Actually, there is.”

  Jules shook his head. “I wouldn’t know.”

  They both shared a brief laugh. “Come on, Jules. We’ve heard of women like her, or at least, those who’ve paid someone to teach them about the BDSM lifestyle. This isn’t all that different. Jenna didn’t hire a Dom to train her, but someone did. Her story adds up.

  “She’s been taught to respect her Master, and she’s familiar with what to expect from Dominant partners. Now, whether or not she’s a virgin, I imagine only two or three folks know the truth there. But I can tell you this. I spoke to Heath earlier and he said she was abused by her family, not sexually, but mentally as well as through physical beatings.

  “After her family turned her away, Jenna didn’t have anywhere to go and Serena told her parents she was thinking about working at a strip club and wanted to drop out of college. Since Heath and Fiona knew her through Serena, they offered her a home, a sense of security.

  “According to Heath, Jenna endured some brutal beatings. As a minor, she slipped through the judicial system cracks. She was always returned to her parents after she was placed in state custody, usually within forty-eight hours. Heath said her real dad pulled political strings.

  “He sent her mom about five grand a month in support. Some of that money was used to pay for her training. Jenna had one messed-up childhood, and even after she turned eighteen, her family still found ways to screw around with her well-being.

  “Her stepdad introduced her to the man hired to train her as a sub. He told her—get this—that it was his responsibility, as her mother’s husband, to choose who prepared her for other men, and then this whack job took her and introduced her to Domination and submission.”

  Jules stopped pacing and slammed his fist into the split-rail fence. “So you’re telling me she really didn’t have a choice?”

  Brogan looked up at the sky. He hated to think about Jenna’s abuse. Jenna had gotten his attention since she stepped foot on their property and so far, as luck had it, he’d managed to stay out of her pants but the task hadn’t been easy. After Heath told him everything, they needed to back up and reevaluate how they handled Jenna.

  Still, he couldn’t shake how strongly he felt about her. Whenever he was around her, he wanted to take her in his arms and protect her. Unfortunately, he also wanted to rip her clothes off and do mighty sinful things to her sexy little body.

  “Answer me, Brogan. Did she or did she not want this kind of thing for herself?”

  Brogan finally said, “I think she had very few choices. The fellow hired to train her took pictures of her and made her use toys on herself but they never had sex, or so the story goes. Doesn’t matter, though, the snapshots he took landed on the Internet.”

  “Damn it!” Jules yelled, anger pulsing in his neck.

  “Heath said it took Fiona a long time to instill some confidence in her, but they’re real close and talk a lot. Jules, she still has a lot of issues to sort out. We don’t need to complicate her life.”

  “Do you think I want to hurt her?”

  “No, but you will. She doesn’t know how to respond to men and she goes about pursuing one the wrong way.”

  “You mean, she leads them to believe she has a lot of experience and can’t wait to add another string to her bikini.”

  “Exactly. Jenna hasn’t had an easy time. Our way of life isn’t necessarily the best for a young woman like Jenna. There are a lot of trade-offs when a Dom takes a sub that has been abused, and you know it. We’ve heard horror stories.”

  Jules inhaled a long drag of heated air and slowly exhaled. “Me and you….we have a problem on our hands.”

  “You’re telling me?”

  “No listen, I think this is why Jenna is so forward. She has some warped ideas about sex and her own sexuality. You’re right. We’re not good for her, but I’m not sure I can walk away. I don’t think she can either.”

  “I thought we just established she has plenty of emotional scars.” Brogan scratched his neck. “You think you’re just the man to help her sort out her issues?”

  “No, but you are. I suggest you figure out how you want to help her because if you can’t, one or both of us will do something to hurt her. I couldn’t live with myself if we did.”

  “Like her a lot do you?”

  Jules shrugged. “Enough.”

  Brogan narrowed his gaze. “Well I’ll be damned.”

  “What?”

  “You’re in love with her?”

  “Hell no, a man doesn’t fall in love with a woman he’s never really kissed, never mind taken to his bed, and obviously, I haven’t had the opportunity to do either.”

  “Like hell he doesn’t. Some of the world’s most notorious romances began by a man courting his woman on the front porch of her father’s cabin.”

  Jules laughed. “You sound like Mom now. She always bought into that love-at-first-sight stuff. You’re like her if you believe a man can fall in love that easy.”

  “I never bought into it until I saw it firsthand.”

  “Yeah, well who made you into such a believer, big brother?” Jules asked, pacing again.

  “I’m looking at him.”

  * * * *

  The girls waived their right for a night out. Jenna talked to Fiona on the phone while Serena drew designs on her long, manicured nails.

  Serena didn’t mind sharing her mother with Jenna. Serena’s mother and Jenna had grown very close. Her mom once told her through Jenna’s trials and tribulations, she’d learned about strength and overcoming fears.

  Serena rarely asked about their private conversations. There were some things she didn’t want to know. One of them was the past Jenna endured when she’d lived with her stepdad and biological mother, a title she once overheard her mother telling her father shouldn’t be worn by a woman who didn’t come close to deserving it. Serena had always suspected Jenna’s mom participated in some
of the beatings.

  “Did Mom sound okay?” Serena asked nervously, biting at her thumbnail.

  “Better than yesterday,” Jenna said, placing the cell phone on the bed. “You should call her tomorrow.”

  “I will. I just didn’t want to wear her down today.”

  “I know. I needed to talk to her about you know who.”

  Going into girlfriend mode, Serena flipped over on the bed. “You’re crazy about Jules, aren’t you?”

  Jenna sank to the bed. “He’s part of the reason I needed to talk to her, yes.”

  “And does Uncle Brogan have anything to do with the other reason?”

  “Since when do you pry?” Jenna asked, giggling.

  “Since you have a crush on one of my uncles and both of them can’t walk through the house without mentioning your name at least once.”

  “Really?”

  “Sure enough. In fact, I’m surprised you haven’t noticed.” Serena extended her arm and studied her nails. “I’m tired of playing the good niece and ready to find some trouble. Let’s sneak out tonight.”

  “They’ll blame me.”

  “Oh,” Serena mumbled, disappointed. “Since when do you care?”

  “You can go without me, if you want. I could cover you if Brogan or Jules come to look for you.”

  “That’s okay. I’m afraid of the trouble you might find without me here to guard you. Besides, sneaking out alone doesn’t offer a lot of appeal.”

  Jenna’s eyes flickered with a bit of familiar mischief. “You know….”

  “We could, couldn’t we?”

  “Are you thinking…”

  “I am.” Serena pointed toward the door. Every time they had the chance to talk alone, one of her uncles popped by to see if everything was finer than dandy. “Can you provide a distraction so I can break into the liquor cabinet?”

  “Just who do you think you’re talking to?” Jenna asked with a twinkle in her eye. “Jules even said if I had a notion for a kiss, I could ask for one.”