by Anton, Sandy
“So what? You wanna spend the rest of your life alone?”
Jenna rolled her eyes. “Of course not.”
“So are you seeing more than one guy right now?”
“No-”
“Do you want to?”
“Well, maybe... In the future.”
“And do you think there's anyone out there better than this Fernando?”
Jenna froze, her hand dropping from her hair. Did she think there was a man out there who had Fernando beat? It was certainly hard to imagine that there could be such a guy.
“I doubt it,” She finally answered.
“Okay, then. If this guy's a catch, don't let him get away. Maybe you feel like it's too early for you to commit, Jen, but maybe it's not. And, besides, you know as well as I do that good men are hard to find. I know New York has a lot more of them but come on... Most of them still suck, I'm sure of that.”
Jenna smiled. “Thanks, sis.”
“You're welcome. If you happen to run into another eligible bachelor, though, do me a favor and package him up and ship him to me. Preferably overnight.”
“Hah. No problem.”
Chapter 15
Fernando drummed his hands against the counter and stared out the kitchen window at the bleak brick wall. It wasn't much of a view, but most people couldn't' really afford to be picky when it came to New York living. Then again, he could afford something better. He'd already day dreamed about buying a nice little condo on the east side for him and Jenna to live in.
He exhaled harshly and clutched the side of the counter. All of the old emotions- fear of loss, regret, pain- were swirling up in him and threatened to take him over.
“No,” He said out loud, to the empty kitchen.
He wasn't a child in the foster system anymore. He was an adult, capable of finding meaningful and lasting relationships. Meeting Jenna had shown him that.
And now she was the one getting scared; threatening to flee. And what was she so afraid of? He was right there, ready to take care of her in any way she needed. Fernando had spent his life wishing for that very thing. Hadn't she?
Across the apartment, the front door opened and shut. At least, she was using the key he'd given her... If that meant anything.
“I'm in here,” He called, turning away from the window.
She shuffled her way into the kitchen. There were bags under her eyes and strands of hair falling out of her braid. She still looked gorgeous, but not as put together as she usually did. Had she had trouble sleeping last night, just like he had?
“Hey,” She whispered, and then fell silent, standing awkwardly in the doorway.
Fernando couldn't take it. There was too much distance between them when only a few days ago there had been none. Not allowing himself to think twice about it, he moved forward and wrapped his arms around her. The familiar scent of coconut and berries surrounded him as she first tentatively wrapped her arms around his back, and then clutched onto him with what felt like all her strength.
“I'm sorry for being so fucked up,” She whispered, her voice muffled into his chest.
Fernando laughed. “I'm fucked up too, though.”
Jenna nuzzled her face against him, and he kissed the top of her head.
“We can be fucked up together,” He continued.
She laughed and drew her face away to wipe at a tear. Gingerly, he cupped her chin in his hand. “Jenna, I never thought that a real relationship with a woman was possible. Not until I met you.”
Her lower lip trembled, and she looked like she was going to burst out into tears. “Just listen,” He continued. “You know I told you that I grew up in the foster system? Well, I didn't give you the details of it. I never had anything close to a family. I stayed in so many strange homes that I lost count. Twenty. Maybe thirty. I don't know.”
Jenna's eyes grew wide. “I didn't know about all of that...”
“It's okay. My point is that all of that makes you mean so much more to me. And if you have your own baggage- whatever that may be- I can be accepting of it.”
She sniffed and nodded. “Thank you. I do have a lot of baggage, I think.”
Fernando smiled. “We can lug it around together.”
She looked down at her hands, which were busy playing with a thin gold bracelet. “Sometimes, when I think about how amazing my life is, I get scared. It doesn't seem like it can be real.”
“I feel the same way. I haven't always, but after meeting you, disbelief has become a pretty regular state for me.”
She laughed and looked back up at him, her eyes sparking.
“Jenna I love you.” The words flew out of his mouth, completely unburdened.
Her eyes grew wide, and a grin stretched across her face. “I love you too. Will you tell me more about your childhood?”
Fernando leaned back against the counter. “Yes. Are you willing to talk about your own past?”
She nodded eagerly, but then a thoughtful look crossed her face, and she started playing with her bracelet again.
“What's up?” He asked.
“Are you going to start your Dom business again?”
“No.”
“You know, I don't mind if you do.”
“Jenna.” Fernando pushed himself off the counter and took her hands in his. “I don't even want other women walking into this apartment anymore. Not when the only girl I can ever think about is you.”
“You don't miss the... you know, the stuff. The whips and whatever.”
Fernando grinned. She had him there. “Yeah, I kind of do.”
“But you never do that stuff with me.”
“I wasn't sure that you wanted me to.”
Jenna twisted her pouty lips. “I liked it before.”
Fernando laughed. “Then that's all I need to hear.”
“Next time, though,” She said slowly, running a finger across his palm, “I want to try new stuff.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
Jenna said nothing, instead just grinning in response before reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck. Her kiss was warm and delicate, just like her.
Jenna sighed in pleasure as Fernando's mouth opened up to hers. Maybe everything would be all right. She was scared, sure, but for the first time, she had hope that they would figure things out together.
Reaching behind her, Fernando lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him even harder. God, she couldn't get enough of his taste.
He was walking now, attempting to make it out of the kitchen. His view more than a little obscured, though, he bumped into the door frame. Jenna laughed.
They were moving again, this time backwards.
“Forget about it,” Fernando murmured into her lips.
Jenna nodded but didn't stop kissing. Her eyes were closed tight, letting her lips and her hands, gently pulling on his hair, do all the work.
They bumped against something again, and she looked to see that he had set her on the kitchen table. Standing, Fernando pressed against her, settling between her legs. The most sensitive place between them grew warmer by the second, and Jenna could feel his hardness growing.
Reaching down, he unbuttoned her short shorts.
“Are you going to whip me?” She teased.
His face was serious; he shook his head. “I'm going to make love to you.”
Her shorts slid off to land on the floor, and Fernando wasted no time in reaching his hand down to slip his fingers beneath her underwear. Jenna sighed in pleasure.
“How come every time you touch me it feels new?” she gasped.
He grinned. “I guess something's just right between the two of us.”
You're telling me; she thought, as an even stronger wave of pleasure swept over her. Tugging the now soaking underwear off, and dropping them on the floor, Fernando lowered his face to her waist. He kissed down her belly, going slower and slower as he got closer to the place that burned the most.
“Stop teasing,”
Jenna moaned. “Seriously.”
Fernando grinned. “But I love that you hate it when I tease you... Or maybe you secretly love it.”
Jenna bit her finger and didn't say anything- just grinned back.
Fernando kissed and caressed her swollen parts, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through her body. Jenna clenched her hands, tugging on the tablecloth that lay beneath her. Spots were swimming in front of her eyes, and sounds were coming from her mouth that she didn't even recognize as her own.
“Oh my God,” she gasped.
He paused to look up at her. “You're close?”
“Oh God, yes! Why are you stopping?”
“I want you to come with me in you,” he replied, undoing his belt so his pants could drop. His dick was rock solid and just looking at it sent tremors through Jenna.
Taking hold of his dick, he slid right into her, and Jenna embraced every inch of its length and girth. She fell forward, her face pressing against his shoulder, and he snaked an arm around her, holding her up. In just a few motions, a new, deeper pleasure began building inside of her. Fernando moaned low and clutched onto her so tight that it almost hurt.
Jenna closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of the table hitting the wall behind them; feeling her hard nipples rubbing against his chest. He increased his motions, and the sensation inside of her grew, sparking before finally exploding like fireworks. With another deep thrust, pleasure spiraled through Jenna as she and Fernando came together.
Panting, they leaned against each other. Jenna's legs were shaking, and Fernando's sweat was stuck to her shirt. She felt thrilled and cleansed from their love making, but not at all satiated.
Looking up at him, she batted her eyes. “How long till you can go again?”
Fernando threw back his head and laughed. “Five minutes?”
Gleefully, Jenna disentangled herself from him and jumped down onto the floor. “Then meet me in your room in five minutes.”
Before she could respond, she ran out of the kitchen and across the room to the second bedroom, which she'd only been in a couple of times. Opening the door now, she slipped inside. Most of the sex toys that had previously adorned the walls had been taken down. There were still some whips up, though, and Jenna grabbed one.
Through the wall, she heard the shower turn on. Perfect. She had just enough time...
Quick as a flash, she ran across the living room and into Fernando's bedroom. The pink fuzzy handcuffs he'd used on her the first and only time he'd given her a taste of his Dom skills were still in the top drawer of the wardrobe. Jenna pulled them out and set them on the bedside table next to the whip. She stripped off the clothes that were left on her after the tryst in the kitchen and stood waiting for Fernando.
The shower shut off and his feet padded across the living room floor.
“I hope you're ready to...” He said as he pushed the door open. When he saw Jenna, though, standing naked with the whip in her hand, he paused.
“Get on the bed,” She said, not allowing him to say another word.
He gave a knowing smile. “Are you going to-”
“No talking,” She interrupted. “Just get on the bed.”
Fernando paused. He was thinking it over; she could tell. And was he going to oblige?
“I know that you like being in control,” She said. “But humor me.”
He smiled again, and then silently walked over to the bed. Jenna grabbed the handcuffs, snapped them over his wrists, and then locked him to the bed frame. He opened his mouth to protest, but Jenna shook her head.
“This is a taste of your own medicine,” She grinned, before moving down his naked body. Teasingly, she licked his already hard again dick. He groaned low, and she responded by taking the whole member in her mouth and sucking on it. When she stopped and walked away, he made a dejected noise.
“Sorry, not sorry,” She giggled and picked the whip up from the table.
“You're not seriously going to whip me, are you?” He asked. “You have to be careful with that.”
Jenna ran the whip through her fingertips, then trailed it up the inside of her leg and across her bare flesh. “Oh, I'll be careful. Roll over.”
Fernando did nothing.
“Maybe if you're good for me, and you roll over I'll reward you by sucking your dick.”
He let out a disbelieving noise, but when Jenna crossed her arms and stared him down he finally complied. Jenna lightly tapped the whip against her thigh. She was getting wet just thinking about smacking the whip against Fernando and causing him to make noise.
Stepping forward, she let the whip down on his bare ass with a smack. He flinched.
“Did you like that?” She asked. When he didn't answer, she did it again. “I said, did you like that?”
“Yes,” He gasped, his voice thick and syrupy. “I loved it. Do it again.”
Jenna bit her lip in glee, surprised to hear the authenticity in his voice. Who would have known that the domineering one actually liked to be controlled himself?
“You have to beg for it,” She said.
“Please,” He gasped, the word coming out hoarse.
Jenna let the whip down again, harder this time. A resounding smack filled the room, and a red mark formed on Fernando's bare cheek. Jenna giggled in glee.
“Since you're taking this so well Fernando, I think a reward is in order. You may roll back over.”
Quickly, he rolled onto his back. His face was flushed, and the sight of it set Jenna's heart to racing. “You deserve a blow job,” She said, climbing onto the bed and straddling him. “But first...” She trailed off, letting the anticipation hang in the air.
“First what?” He gasped.
“Tell me what a good job I did.”
“You did the best job ever. Now please-”
Reaching up, she silenced him with a single finger pressed against his lips. She felt exhilarated; thrilled over what she had just done. Who knew that the business of bondage could be so much fun?
Heck, maybe she needed to forget all about beauty blogging and just become a dominatrix instead. Now there was a thought.
Then again, there was only one man she wanted to tease and please, and he was right in front of her.
Slowly, she lowered her lips to Fernando's waist, intending to give him the best 'reward' he'd ever received.
Chapter 16
Fernando whistled as he walked out of Tiffany's. It was a beautiful fall day. The sun was shining, and everyone on the street seemed to be smiling or laughing. He closed his palm over the little box that was deep in his pocket and wondered for the hundredth time if he had made the right choice.
And not just when it came to the ring.
Was he making the right choice when it came to what he was about to ask Jenna? He knew it was right for him, but she was still struggling with her commitment issues. She was trying, he knew she was.
So maybe this was going to be what she needed. Maybe she would finally see just how much he loved her; how he was always going to be there for her, no matter what.
Fernando clutched the jewelry box tighter. God, he hoped so.
“It's amazing up here,” Jenna sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. To her right, the Manhattan skyline stretched out, twinkling like a million beautiful stars in the darkness. When Fernando had asked her if she wanted to go to a rooftop restaurant in Brooklyn for dinner, she'd been a little hesitant. She'd spent all day long first going through several bags of makeup samples that she'd received from companies eager to get her to promote for them, then trying to find some way to incorporate the lipsticks and blushes into videos, then filming, and then- finally- editing. It was the first time that her job as a beauty blogger had felt like hard work. After ten hours of the madness, she was exhausted, and going all the way to Brooklyn had sounded like more of a chore than fun.
Now, however, she was glad that she'd finally given in and said yes. Sitting up on the rooftop, with her cashmere sweater wrapped arou
nd her shoulders and one of the most gorgeous men in all of the city seated directly across from her, Jenna felt like she was relaxing in paradise.
“Jenna,” Someone called. “Jenna Smith!”
Puzzled, she looked up to see a girl she didn't know scurrying across the dining room towards her and Fernando's table. Huh? Jenna tried to place the girl. Someone from school, maybe? Someone who lived in their building? No. The girl looked too young to have gone to school with Jenna. In fact, red haired with freckles, she barely looked a day past sixteen.
Breathless, the girl, stopped at their table. “Oh, my God!” She squealed. “I am such a fan.”
Disbelieving, Jenna turned to Fernando, who raised his eyebrows and spread his hands.
“I've seen all your videos,” the girl continued. “I'm seriously your number one fan. Look at this.” She did a three-sixty, revealing the brown and orange feathers strung throughout her hair. “I did the feathers myself after I saw your video on it!”
Still shocked over the whole situation, Jenna worked to loosen her tongue. “Wow,” She stammered. “That's so cool... You've seen all my videos?”
The girl nodded enthusiastically. “Every single one of them.”
“That's awesome. Thanks so much.”
“Thank you,” the girl beamed. “Okay, well, I gotta go. Bye!” She waved enthusiastically, and then spun on her heels and disappeared as quickly as she had appeared.
Jenna gaped at Fernando, who was smiling. She felt at a complete loss for words.
“You're a growing celebrity,” He said. “Are you surprised?”
“Yeah,” Jenna laughed. “I am.”
Fernando leaned forward to rest his arms on the table. “You deserve it.”
“I feel like I have way more than I could ever possibly deserve,” She said, lowering her voice. “Including you.”
Fernando took her hand and squeezed it. “You deserve the best in the world.” He paused. “I love you so much, Jenna. You woke me up from a deep sleep that I didn't even know I was in.”
Jenna's eyesight blurred as tears began to collect. “I love you too,” She whispered. “I'm sorry about all my apprehension when it comes to commitment. You've helped me get rid of a lot of that fear.”