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absurdity of her worries was easily apparent, and yet she did not listen to the loud, clear, sensible voice that often governed her well. She was too overtaken with the headstrong, worried Jenna that required constant reassurance and yet could not ask for it even when it was less than a centre meter away.
    She wobbled lightly, a small gasp of breath escaping her as regained her footing, a little closer to Henry than she had been before, her ha nds pulling tighter against the rope. Henry’s heated hands scorched her as they rubbed together, their palms entwined and their wrists chafing. He laughed softly, a low quiet laugh that Jenna was uncertain of Viola hearing. If she did hear, she didn’t comment, only carried on moving fingers as Henry stepped closer still, their bodies touching completely and his arms caging her. No longer lifted away, now they held her, brushing against her hips before rising to circle her lower back. Every breath of his could be felt, every fan of air over her cheeks and lift of her chest against her own. She could feel herself heating at the exquisite feel; warmth of skin, soft hardness of his torso brushing hers, the smell of him, clean and masculine as it invaded her nostrils. She could hear it when he swallowed.
    What if he just turned his head, just a little, to lick and nibble at her ear?
    Jenna suppressed a moan and closed her eyes, determined not to move even as she felt her body responding, her needy quim awakening and begging for attention. Could he feel her, through their layers of clothing, she wondered. She wondered if he could smell her, if Viola could, too. Hers was a heady scent, one that she knew well as she licked the arousal from her fingers or stared in amazement at her damp knickers. It was the smell that filled her bedroom and lingered in the sheets, filled the bathroom along with steam when she masturbated while bathing.
    Without warning the warm breath flew over her neck, blowing gently as he did to peak her nipples.
    Regardless of where the sweet scent aimed, her breasts felt constrained. Another small chuckle and then his voice, far too close and far too low. A small shiver fell down her spine like a feather’s stroke, and although she could not remain like a statue, she opened her eyes to see if she’d been seen.
    Only to be met by Henry’s smirk.
    “This good with you?” He asked Viola. “You said you wanted faces, too.”
    “Just hold you horses!” Viola reprimanded. “I already told you that I’m doing the hands first. But yes, I’ll do your faces before I untie you. Jenna said that she’s okay, too, with the faces, so we’re all good.”
    Henry met Jenna’s gaze and nodded, but his lover barely noticed, occupied as she was with the realisation that although she had brought Henry along as the partner that Viola had required of her, Henry had also brought her along as his.
    No wonder he hadn’t been asking any questions. He’d already heard it all from Viola herself.
    Aaron was silent as he rested against some shelves, one elbow on the wood and one leg straight while the other crossed over it. He watched quietly, keeping a reasonable distance away, however it wasn’t an empty gaze in the dire ction of Viola. Instead he seemed fascinated, his face inscrutable and his body relaxed but his eyes intense as they followed the pixie-like woman.
    Jenna’s attention was commanded once more by a final tug of the rope, and she found Henry again, watching her intently, as intently as Aaron was watching Viola. The corners of his mouth turned upwards, and Jenna could not help but smile in response while the camera clicked and flashed behind her. She could hear Viola moving, shifting to take the shot from a variety of different angles, but found herself having less difficulty with remaining still than she had had before. There was no embarrassment, only a slight boredom as she waited out the flashes, watching Henry as he watched her. Scant moments later, Viola was