Blaine, Destiny - Domination Plantation [Southern Plantation 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (11 page)

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, because 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.”

“Then ask for one, for crying out loud. I’ll locate the key to the bar. The mission won’t be an easy task if I’m on a search and trying to do it without Brogan catching me.”

Jenna froze in place.

“Jenna? What is it?” Serena stopped her planned pursuit of alcohol and studied Jenna. “Forget the kiss, just flirt your ass off. You’re good at that, and teasing is your specialty.”

“What if I don’t want to tease anymore?”

“You mean, you have better ideas for my uncles?”

“Maybe one or two.”

“Which one?”

“Both,” Jenna confessed. “Go ahead and kill me now. Put me out of my misery and I’ll thank you later.”

“No,” Serena said thoughtfully. “I knew you’d lose yourself to them the second I told you we were staying here for a month. You’re not the first woman to find both of them attractive, and you probably won’t be the last.”

“Wanna place a small wager on that?”

“I hate to break this to you, but even if you capture one or both of their hearts, my uncles aren’t the keepin’ kind, if you know what I mean.”

Jenna frowned. “Maybe they haven’t been in the past, but you even said they shared a woman once and she stuck around longer than the rest.”

“Sure she did, but I also told you how they treated her, too. Are you going to step into their lifestyle just so you can hook one or both of them? I mean, do you really think you could handle a ménage a trois?”

“Maybe. Who knows? I do have a thing for Doms, and anyone can look at them and tell they’ve got what a woman wants. Most women are probably easily swayed into their culture. I know you don’t understand since they’re your uncles, but if those two come as a packaged deal, what woman wouldn’t pay their asking price?”

“I guess,” Serena said, sighing. “Of course I don’t look at them like sex and candy on a stick.”

“I have to ask you something.”

“Shoot.”

“One minute you want me to pursue your uncles and the next, you don’t. I can’t read between the lines anymore. Which is it? Either you want me to land your uncles or you don’t.”

Serena sat quietly before she answered, “I just don’t want to lose my best friend.”

“You won’t,” Jenna promised before adding with a giggle, “you might just gain an aunt.”

The door eased open, and that’s when Serena realized it hadn’t been securely fastened. Jenna sat straight up, and Serena moaned.

“Are you offering, Jenna?” Brogan walked into the large, open room and stood in between the twin beds. “Serena, Jules needs you downstairs for a minute. It’s important.” His gaze poured over Jenna like melted chocolate.

“I bet,” Serena grumbled, crawling off the bed. “I feel like the fourth wheel on a three-wheeler.”

Brogan grabbed a ladder-back chair from the corner and flipped it around, positioning the antique in front of the bed before he straddled the seat and draped his arms over the back. “You and I are having a chat.”

* * * *

Jenna noticed the way Brogan’s eyes followed hers, as if he had an instinctive urge to see the world as she saw it. She slid off the bed, tripped over her flip-flops, and barely caught her balance by using Brogan’s shoulder to ward off a complete fall. “Oops. Sorry about that.”