“I apologise for not being prepared for you yesterday,” Jenna told her pleasantly. “I entirely forgot that you were coming.”
Jasmine let out a loud gasp of breath and curled her fingers into the malleable fabric, digging her nails into the pillowcase.
“You forgot I was coming?! That much was obvious!” She let out a loud huff and threw the pillow onto the bed beside her. “OF COURSE. You were too busy getting weird guys to beat you up, you fucking freak!” She let out another loud exultation of breath and leaned forwards, her body stiff and intimidating as she glared at Jenna. “Where did you even find that guy? Gaol?”
“I met him through a friend.” Jenna replied coolly, the heat in her rising up in defence for her dominant. “And what you saw between us is none of your concern. I do not expect someone outside of the lifestyle to recognise our relationship for the beauty that it is, and I certainly don’t expect you to. The fact remains that it is just none of your business, and the polite thing to do would be to pretend that you never saw a thing.”
“What? Are you actually serious?” Jasmine yelled, her face crumpled and her nose crinkled in distain and despair. “You think that I can just ignore the fact that you are a bloody masochist? It’s disgusting! Why did you even have him in your home anyway? Oh, yeah, you forgot that I was coming!”
The mocking quality in her voice rose, and Jenna’s protectiveness only followed.
Still, she forced her voice to remain calm, her expression blank as per the wishes of the man that she wanted nothing more than to call Master.
“Yes, I did, and I have already apologised for that. The fact remains, however, that Henry would have been with me regardless as we live together.”
“You live with that!”
“Yes, I live with that lovely, amazing caring man who never makes me feel like what I want is wrong. Who never treats me like you are now, despite my sex life having no bearing on you whatsoever. I do not ask what you get up to with your partners, and I would rather that you didn’t pry into my relationship.”
“Pry? After seeing that it’s called being a decent sister! What does he even do anyway, like as a career?” Jasmine’s voice calmed as it trailed off, some semblance of normalcy returning as the drama dimmed, but Jenna was now focused on the new question as well as the unsettled, unhappy, empty pit inside her where Jasmine had temporarily stolen the joy from all of the core experiences that Jenna held dear.
“He does not currently work.” She murmured dimly. “He was made redundant when the company that he worked for closed last year, and he has been unable to find employment since.”
“So what?” Jasmine scoffed. “He’s just living off of benefits? Stealing tax payers money?” Her voice rose once more, prepared to battle but Jenna snapped.
“No, actually, he’s been living on the fucking streets! He hasn’t been getting benefits because he hasn’t had an address to get them sorted and he hasn’t got them sorted since he started living with me either!”
“What?” Jasmine scoffed. “Suddenly made redundant and then can’t get a job elsewhere? Seems more like fired to me. And you seem to be running an actual charity now; allowing hobos into your home. But not only that, you’re screwing them, too!” Her voice cooled, quieting and freezing until it held all of the connotations of ice. It cut and numbed and then finally the heat came back in to expand it, shattering its container. “He’s like a prostitute; he’s having sex with you in exchange for somewhere to live.”
Having nothing else remotely polite to say, Jenna exploded in a furious rage of curses, insults and half-formed defences. Upon seeing that her words would have no true effect on her adversary, she left.
Henry was waiting for her as always, chucking his book to the side the moment that he heard the door open and then slam behind his enraged submissive. He didn’t speak at first, only pulled her tight against him in an encompassing, crushing hug that surrounded her in his familiar scent and feel. He rocked her gently, his hands soothing over her back neck and arms like they often would when they sat together after a harsh spanking. It was comforting, but Jenna remained still in his embrace, refusing to free the shakes and tears that wanted to escape.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Henry asked gently, and suddenly the mess in her head cleared and filled itself with blankness. Unable to remember and organise the chaos that had been plaguing her, Jenna shook her head and buried her face in the chest of the man holding her.
“If you don’t tell me, I can’t help you.” He said softly. “If you don’t wish to tell me then I can’t make you, but I think that it could be of value to us both if you did.”
“She said nothing that I haven’t heard before. It was as we expected really, only that I couldn’t keep my temper.” Jenna released a dry chucked that seemed almost draining in its effort. “I kind of just verbally assaulted her in return and then left.”
“And did you believe the things that she told you?”
“No.” She said firmly. “Not in a million years would I consider what she said to me to be truth.”
“Then why are you upset?”
“Because I shouldn’t have to defend something so important to me from someone who I’ve known for so long.”
Or defend someone important to her, not that she could bring the words to her mouth. She couldn’t tell him what Jasmine had said about him; she knew full well how it would hurt him. It would slice at him more than it did her; and it may even cause a different effect entirely from Jenna’s sudden desire to be even closer to him. She felt the attack like knives, slicing her inside where it was more difficult for the shallow cuts to heal.
She pulled him close, her lips desperately seeking his and brushing over them idly. She felt the warning of his hands on her waist, tightening in an order for her to yield, but she disobeyed. She wanted to hold him and pleasure him in the way that he did her; enveloping her in the feel of ecstasy, love and safety.
His stubble tore at her chapped lips as she kissed it soothingly, running her tongue along his jaw and pressing open mouthed kisses down his neck. She nuzzled her way down his chest, pressing her tongue against the body through the covering of his dark shirt. She could taste the cotton in her mouth as she pushed, feeling the flat planes. She stopped above his lap, breathing out over him and then nuzzling against the covered treat.
“May I please you, Sir?” She asked softly, her eyes wide as they stared up at him beseechingly.
He gave the briefest nod, and she the smallest flicker of a smile.
The rough material grazed her cheek as she laid her face against him, tugging the cold hard metal of the zip between her teeth. It felt all at once bizarre and familiar as she pulled it down, feeling it push against her tongue like a bit in a horse’s mouth. She was overcome with the desire to be harnessed and ridden, but she forced it aside, the stronger part of her longing for the exquisite feel of his silky length thrusting between her parted lips. Unconsciously, she licked them as the released the zipper, and lifted her hands to remove his hard cock.
Impatiently, she finished tugging the impeding material out of her way, and bent her head to lap kittenishly at the salty tip. She watched him, her eyes caught on his expression as he avidly watched her lift the substance into her mouth. She groaned as she ran light circles around his head, and he pulled her mane into his hands as she teased the base. Her slow, careful movements became frenzied, and Henry tugged at her hair and thrust up his cock, silently guiding her movements. He pushed up once more and Jenna sucked him into her orifice, wrapping her lips around him tightly and running her tongue over him as he thrust. Her hands moved down and stroked his base and balls in the rhythm that Henry’s thrusts set.
“Perfect pet.” He purred, and Jenna’s pride grew, she felt that truly happy feeling rise in her as if from nowhere as she doubled her efforts, pulling more of him into her mouth and feeling him brush the back of her throat as she forced herself not to gag. As he pulled back she swallowed lightly and s
wirled her tongue around him dizzyingly. When he pushed forwards, she did too, taking him in as deeply as she could manage.
Still, it wasn’t enough, and Jenna moaned around him frustratingly, her eyes begging and watering as she coaxed him to come.
The edges on his zip scratched at one slim pale hand as she moved it below him, parting his legs further as she moved closer to him and probed gently at the tight ring of muscle. The hand on his cock swirled as it moved upwards, and her tongue laved down his underside. With one final suck she drew him gracefully into climax, fighting with her body’s urge to pull away from the precious liquid that made its way onto her greedy tongue and down her throat.
She was more responsive now as he tugged her onto his lap, her hands tracing innocently over every part of him that she could reach as his breathing calmed. She was emptied again, but serenely this time. She felt as if she were a puppet as he slid his hand under her skirt and tugged at her strings. She was pliable, thoughtless; effortlessly following the direction that her Master wanted her to take. As he tugged her higher she was powerless but to follow, an empty doll in the most adoring of care.
A loved toy, when she fell he caught her.
Together they lay in her garishly coloured living room, staring at the window with their thoughts silently in tandem as they watched the final embers fade from the sky.
Chapter Ten
Luckily the hectic nature of the next few days caused Jasmine’s incident to fade in terms of the hostility it caused, and when the woman phoned a couple of days later, the entire event was brushed under the carpet with a quick apology and a polite invitation to dinner at Jenna’s with a few friends. With that in mind, Henry and Jenna spoke little of Jasmine while they counted the days and the amount of things they had left to do. Henry found work for December, handing out leaflets for seasonal attractions. It would only last three weeks but it lifted him; lifting Jenna, too. Despite a slight disagreement on the topic of where Henry’s money should go, they continued on as normal. Swept up in a wave of the new and busy, the time flew and soon enough the day of the mini-party came; a mere few days before Christmas itself, and the pair spent a pleasant evening decorating the bright flat with decorations that Jenna had kept from years past. Jenna wrapped up the gifts that she had carefully chosen for her friends and her lover, deliberately ignoring the plastic bags that had somehow found their way on top of her tall wardrobe; a height that she herself could not reach.
The rest of the evening was spent rescuing the cats from the tree.
Eventually they slunk off to hide far away from the prick of pine leaves and Henry and Jenna sat drinking mulled wine, giggling over corny Christmas movies and yawning into each other’s arms. Only tender kisses were exchanged before sleep, and they woke the next day still wrapped together, peaceful and well-rested.
The sky was still dark, as it is wont to be in winter, and so they didn’t rise, the bustle of the day hidden from them.
Henry’s gently hands ran over her face, tracing over her pink lips and running down over the column of her throat.
“I have something for you.” He stated, rolling aside to leave the bed and slinking half-asleep to the wardrobe, pulling down one of the bags that he had placed on it.
With a sharp interest, and a slight tug from somewhere inside of her, Jenna rose to sit up on the beg and reach for the meticulously wrapped gift that he placed in front of her.
“Aren’t we supposed to wait until Christmas?” She asked teasingly, a smile tweaking her lips upwards as she fiddled with the tidy red bow.
“Yes. But this one is for today, not for Christmas.”
Jenna laughed loudly, her finger tracing over the reindeer that decorated the wrapping paper. “Then what’s it for, and why’s Rudolf on it?”
He growled softly. “Because someone was with me when we bought wrapping paper, and absolutely refused to use anything without cartoon animals on it.”
Jenna grinned.
“Thank you, Henry!” She removed the bow, wrapping it around her hand, and then tugged the sticky tape off, running her fingers under it and carefully removing the paper to reveal the box beneath. Thin and black with a familiar logo on it, Jenna laughed loudly once more as opened it to find something that sent another happy jolt through her.
A black and deep green lead lay in the box next to a matching flogger. With removable buckles and multiple notches in its design it could easily be worn either alone or clipped onto a collar. The main clip resembled climbing gear, and the idea of it clipped to a collar around her neck made her smile.
After all, he’d bought one that could have the buckles removed.
And the flogger itself just excited her.
“Ooh…” She cooed happily as she lifted the toy and ran it over her arm, Henry taking it from her and giving her a light swat with it. “Thank you!”
“Just a reminder,” He told her calmly. “That everything that we do is right, and if Jasmine reverts back to her usual self today you should whip her ass.”
A tickle of bells met him, and Henry pressed a kiss to her forehead at the sight of her sparkling eyes.
“I’d rather you whipped my ass, Henry.”
“I think I should; for bad language.”
“I think so, too. Even if you did say it first.”
They sat a little longer, bantering playfully as they egged each other on into a hyperactive state that saw them flicking flour at each other in the kitchen as they attempted to cook for their guests.
“I think you should go shower now.” Henry commented, his chest heaving as he caught his breath, his hair covered in powdery white.
Still energised, Jenna laughed again and flicked more flour at him, not noticing the subtle shift that told her that the game was over. “Aren’t you going to shower with me?”
Henry arched an eyebrow and leant his arms back against the messy surface behind him. “Don’t you want something edible to feed your guests?”
“Our guests,” She pouted. “Know full well that I’m not a great cook.”
“Go shower, and I’ll finish up here.”
That voice made her stand a little straighter, sobering her quicker than anything else could. “Yes, sir.” She murmured.
The smells of wonderful, tasty sustenance reached her when she shuffled back down the stairs, her hair freshly dried and neat clothes adorning her body. Tight black jeans hugged her bottom and a loose fitting black shirt hung off of her delicate shoulders. A small smattering of make-up evened her skin tone, and all in all she looked ready to host a dinner party.
It really was a shame that she hadn’t actually done any of it.
“Smells great, Henry.” She moaned exaggeratedly, breathing in deeply the aromas with a sigh. “You are absolutely amazing.”
“I’ve heard that before, pet.”
“Yeah, but you are….”
Henry chuckled softly and pulled her close, dragging his lips over her cheek in a sweet gesture that caused her to turn and seek his lips out with her own.
She pouted when he pulled away.
“No, pet!” He chastised playfully, tapping her on the nose like she were an errant puppy. “I must go shower; I smell like kitchen.”
“You smell yummy.”
“You always think so.”
Jenna snickered. “Because I like eating you.”
“Sounds like something that I usually say.”
“Keep a hold of that thought for later.”
As Henry left the kitchen the oven timer pinged, and Jenna drew out the correct tray, placing the savoury snacks aside to cool just as a loud knocking invited her to open the door.
Viola and Aaron stood politely outside, smiling a genuinely and offering Jenna a bottle of wine. The door closed quickly behind them, and Jenna grinned as she ushered them into the kitchen and sat them around the neatly laid table. Henry quickly made his way back down and immediately engrossed himself in conversation with them, leaving Jenna to get the door when the other
s arrived. Daniel and Craig were next to arrive, Amelia and Dom joining them just as Jenna invited them inside.
Of course, she could have predicted who would be late.
Jasmine was around fifty minutes late in the end, leaving the couple thankful that they had chosen to serve a buffet style meal. Daniel’s vegetarian diet and Viola’s general pickiness made it the logical choice.
Oh, and it couldn’t be spoiled by little brats who wanted everyone to fit her schedule.
The group ate slowly, talking among themselves, and Jenna kept the flow of the warm foods; having prepared them beforehand (or rather having Henry done so), she simply slid the trays into the oven and wove through the multiple conversations offering polite banter and incisive opinions. By the time Jasmine got there, everyone was happily moving away from the food and into the living room, having stopped eating in favour of idle chatter and casual photographs on the part of Viola. The radio was on, and Jenna and Henry were dancing when the doorbell rang.
Sensing the energy coming from the easily irate woman, Jenna urged them all to carry on, and instead stayed in the kitchen, listening to her sister chatter. She began by talking about her job, and Jenna allowed herself to breathe, playing the part of perfect hostess as she offered food and drink, speaking politely to her sister despite her lack of interest. This conversation lasted all of around half a minute. Then the fury fought its way forth.
“So,” Jasmine began. “How’s your bloke?”
“His name is Henry.” Jenna replied. “He’s fine.”
“Found a job yet?” She asked, and Jenna studied her for traces of malicious intentions. She found nothing to jump on and calmed herself, helped somewhat by the knowledge that Henry was in the next room.
“Yes, actually, he’s found some seasonal work.”
“Seasonal as in the job will be over quickly?”
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