Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 51: Hayden

Monday, 1:34 P.M. EST

It didn’t take long for whatever Dane pumped into my veins to loosen my body up. It doesn’t take long for it to make me feel almost weightless.

It feels… good. But I feel so bad…

I was going to do it... I didn’t want to, but I was going to channel Jena in Miermont and just give him head like he told me to! I was going to get the job done so that Sierra could take the drugs. 

But... the way she shoved her fingers into my mouth to try to pry it open fucked with me. It brought back memories from my childhood that made putting any phallic object in my mouth so… traumatic.

And now… I’m high. I’m letting McKaiden get fucking high. 

“Don’t use teeth to try to bump yourself down,” Dane says to Sierra, lifting her head momentarily to shoot her a warning glare before letting her continue. 

He doesn’t like that I’m not watching her perform. Once he releases her head, he reaches for mine and pulls me toward him until my head is right beside hers on his lap. 

“Kiss her,” he demands after a moment, his voice showing his arousal at the sight of us down here. “Make out with her, then take your turn.” 

I want to pretend I don’t hear him, but I know it isn’t going to do me any good. Dane is persistent, but he’s damned persistent when he’s worked up. And despite Sierra’s slack effort... he’s worked up. 

“I don’t want to kiss her!” Sierra raises her head to say, a look of disgust on her face. “That’s not part of the ga-“ 

Dane’s slaps her before she has a chance to finish, leaving her cheek red, and her expression shocked. 

“Don’t make me tell you again!” he growls. “Do you have any objections, Jenalyn?”

I shake my head, tears threatening my eyes again. 

Sierra turns to me as I turn to her, and Dane pulls us back toward him until our faces are sitting over his lap. He must be getting off on the power trip, because what I did peep of Sierra’s head game was sad. 

In an instant, Sierra and I are uncomfortably making out. She tastes like cigarettes and Dane; It’s a little offputting, but I have little time to think about it before he’s pushing his dick up between our mouths. 

“That’s right…” he moans as our lips brush against his wet head. “The both of you- make out with him.”

I feel sick to my stomach. 

It’s not even giving head anymore that’s fucking with me... I know I could get that done. But sitting here, sharing this with Sierra? 

Ugh, it makes it so much worse!

A few moments pass of us both reluctantly “making out with him” before Dane shifts his focus to me. 

“I want Jena now,” he demands, lighting a cigarette while he shoos Sierra off. 

My heart pounds harder in my chest, but I’m silently thankful I can get my mouth away from hers. It’s time to channel Miermont Jena. I’ve done this before… I can do it again. And as long as I do? 

I shouldn’t have to dose up anymore.