A bit more of Jenny and Charlotte. We will get back to Loki and the Avengers I promise, but I really wanted Clint to figure some things out before he tackled other hurdles. Enjoy xo

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Clint has decided he was what was commonly referred to as a submissive. Who knew? The label felt itchy on his skin and rattled eerily in his bones. If Clint was a sub then he needed a dom, right? That was what Charlotte had said, and the internet- and he didn't know dom/sub was just the tip of the iceberg. Did you know people could go into something called "littlespace"? There were masters and pets and all sorts of people out there, and that was the only thing that made Clint feel like the normal one of the bunch.

So...he needed a dom.

He sure wasn't ready to admit that to anyone on the team, and sure as hell wasn't ready to admit that to Loki, which meant that he'd have to look to outside sources to figure himself out. Charlotte and Jenny had offered and he figured it was as good a place as any to start. 

The archer rang the doorbell and rocked nervously on his heels, not sure what to do with his hands. He didn't have long to stew on it though because Charlotte's eager face greeted him a few seconds later. "Clint! You came."

"Not yet he hasn't," Jenny teased as she approached the door behind her sub. "Good to see you, Clint."

"Thank you guys for doing this for me," he greeted.

"Really, it's our pleasure," Jenny assured and opened the door wider to usher him in. "Char's been wanting a new playmate for a while and I like you."

How did she get away with saying things like that so bluntly? Clint cleared his throat and nodded as he entered the condo. "So...how do we do this thing?"

Jenny placed a sure hand to the small of Charlotte's back and nodded for them all to go into the living room. "First, we sit down and talk about it. Then, we can play, but only if you want to."

"Just like that?" Clint questioned.

Charlotte looked back over her shoulder with playful eyes and a smirk. "Just like that."

They all took seats on the couch, Jenny taking the armchair and Charlotte cuddling up to Clint on the loveseat. Jenny crossed an ankle over her knee and sat back, comfortable as anything, and assessed the duo. "Here are the ground rules," she started and held up a finger. "One, neither of us are having sex with you. That's not what you're here for."

Clint tried not to show his surprise at her forwardness and nodded. 

"Two, I'll tell you everything I'm going to do before I do it since I don't know your limits and I don't think you do either."

She was right, of course. Clint nodded again.

"Three." Her face went soft and she smiled a little. "I'll take care of you both. Any questions so far?"

Just one pressing one. "You said no sex- which is cool," he emphasized, "but usually when I've done this I..."

"Get hard? Come?" Jenny finished for him with a raised brow. Clint's mouth snapped shut but he forced himself to nod. "I expect you'll come tonight, and I encourage it. Finding release and sex are two different things in my book."

"Good to know..." Clint responded, dazed. Charlotte seemed pleased, though, because she looped an arm through Clint's and kissed his shoulder.

"This is going to be fun," she murmured.

"Clint?" Jenny called to get his attention, which was wandering dangerously now that the reality of what was about to happen was dancing in his mind, but he blinked hard and locked eyes with the domme. "Is there anything specific you'd like to try tonight?"

He'd only had one thing stocked away that he'd prayed they'd get to do tonight. "I'd like to..." God, this was way harder now that he had to say it out loud. Maybe that was part of the game, making subs squirm by having to say what they wanted. It seemed like something Loki would enjoy.

"Clint?" Jenny prompted again and Clint focused as best he could.

"Can I kneel by your feet for a while?"

There. He'd said it. Wow, that was hard. It'd been his absolute favorite thing he and his Loki had done during their week together. It was the opposite of the forceful, violent god that'd he'd known and yet he'd felt utterly owned. Sometimes Loki would stroke his hair, sometimes his neck- Clint came very close to admitting how much he missed Loki. Even to himself that was a bad idea.

Jenny smiled, sweet and proud. "I think that's a great idea," she offered and Clint relaxed. She stood and walked over to the couch the two subs were sitting on, holding out a hand to each of them. They both took it, Charlotte with enthusiasm and Clint with trepidation, and Jenny led them down a hall and to a door. She turned and addressed Clint seriously, "This is our playroom. Every single thing in here is meant to help you, not harm you," she smirked at that, and Clint couldn't help but echo it. "If anything draws your eye or your interest, let me know. Some things will be off limits for tonight, but we can talk about anything."

Clint just wanted to see inside already. "Yeah, okay," he urged, bouncing on his heels a little. Jenny just huffed a laugh and opened the door, ushering them in. Clint's mouth dropped open and his eyebrows shot up into his hairline. The room was bigger than he'd thought it would be and painted dark blue. The walls were...well, he'd say decorated because of the artistic way everything was hung if they weren't sex toys. There were a ton of them, everything Clint had researched and a bunch that he didn't recognize. Not to mention drawers of things he couldn't see.

There was a bed- simple and neat- but throughout the room were other surfaces that looked much less comfortable. Something like a multi-teared bench, something rounded and long, a giant X of sanded cherry wood. He shook his head in disbelief, turning slowly to take it all in. When he caught Jenny and Charlotte in his peripherals, he turned to them. "Wow," he offered in summation. It seemed to be his word of the night.

"I know right?" Charlotte boasted, smile wide. "A lot of it is centered around a female sub, but there are a few things that would be just for you and most of it works for both."

Jenny walked to him slowly, so gentle that he wondered how she came to be someone that hurt people for gratification. "How are you doing, Clint?"

Honestly? He was fucking excited. His blood was pumping, his dick was half hard- though he was earnestly trying to ignore it for now- and his mind was melting away, along with his worries. He smiled easily. "Good."

"Good," Jenny repeated, happy to hear it. "Is there anything you liked?"

Clint raised a sarcastic brow but turned to look around one more time anyway. "What's in there?" he asked and pointed to a sleek, black set of drawers. Jenny hummed and placed a hand on the curve of Clint's back to lead him over to it. It was a gesture, he knew, testing his pliancy. He liked it, it felt vaguely familiar, but it wasn't exactly right.

She pulled open the top drawer and two rows of dildos in different colors, shapes, and sizes lit up his view. "I should've known," Clint mumbled and Jenny opened the next drawer. It was more dildos but most of them had switches or buttons and Clint assumed they were vibrators. The next was apparently the drawer of CBT, which Clint did...plenty of research about that he didn't feel like explaining to Jenny and Charlotte. There were cages and presses and clamps and things that made sweat prickle at the base of his neck.

"Okay," he gasped, voice cracking over the single word. "I got it."

Apparently, that was funny to Jenny, who closed the drawer with a chuckle and asked him. "So, anything?"

Um, everything, he wanted to shout but figured that would look desperate and he was still new and maybe he just thought he wanted everything but really he didn't. "Yeah, a few good things," he tried for suave and missed the mark terribly if Charlotte's dark eyes were any indication. 

"Great," Jenny noted. "Like what?"

Clint took in the wall of floggers, whips, crops, paddles, and more. "I could be spanked, I think." I think? He was a world-class assassin who knew he wanted to be spanked, but for some reason, he sounded like a nervous schoolboy asking out his first crush. 

"A solid choice," Charlotte agreed, giving Clint a bit of confidence.

"Also, the cages in there. The metal ones look cool." They didn't just look cool. He knew what they were for and he knew that he'd spent two hours watching people using them online. 

"Somehow I'm not at all surprised, Clint Barton," Jenny revealed with a sparkle in her eyes. "Good choices. I think they're perfect for trying out some things. Char?"

Charlotte came scurrying up to her domme, hands clasped behind her back. "Yes, ma'am?"

"Take your clothes off. Leave your underwear on," she ordered and Charlotte didn't hesitate to start untying her sweats. Jenny focused on Clint next. "After she's done, she's going to undress you, okay?" Clint nodded. "I'm going to need you to use words for now."

"Yes, okay."

Jenny went to the wall of instruments meant to mark up someone's skin while she kept talking. "We have safewords. You chose 'trickshot' as yours when you and Charlotte talked. Mine is 'corkscrew' and hers is 'panda'." She grabbed a long, narrow paddle off its hook and tested the weight in her hand. "We use the stoplight system and a scale of one to ten depending on what information I need from you. Are you familiar?"

"Yes, ma'am," he told her, loving the feel of the words on his tongue.

Jenny turned back to them and nodded, obviously impressed. Charlotte was down to just her panties, soft, luscious breasts swaying gently as she fell to her knees in front of Clint to undo his jeans. He wasn't going to make it out of this alive. He was going to die. He was going to die. And God help him, he didn't even care.

She pushed his jeans off his legs to the floor and he stepped out of them. Jenny walked around to his back an ran a hand up the clothed line of his spine, sending shivers through him. "When you're undressed, I want you to come lay over my lap on the bed." 

He could see himself in his head, ass up, face pressed into the bed and it was shameful and erotic and he nodded eagerly. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good boy," she murmured and kissed the back of his neck, a light, flirty kiss. She left him then, going to sit on the bed while Charlotte stood and pulled his shirt up his body. He was down to just his boxers and feeling incredibly vulnerable. The sub took his hand and brought him over to the bed, letting her hands run down his sides before falling away.

Clint swallowed nervously, biting at his lip. Jenny held a hand out and Clint took it. "No one will judge you here," she promised. "Plus, I'm really excited to try you out, and I think you're going to like it." At her wide grin, Clint felt his muscles relax and the air he'd been holding streamed out through his nose.

He climbed onto the bed, laying over her lap and pillowing his head on his forearms. "Like this?"

She pulled him a little higher up her lap and spread his legs as far as she could. "There we go. Charlotte, honey, grab the Cowgirl and bring it over here." Clint heard a low, happy yes and then the coffee-toned woman was running over to the only other door in the room- a closet apparently. She came back hefting a black leather mound and set it down right in front of them on the floor. 

Clint wanted to determine what the thing was but Jenny was massaging his thighs and ass and it felt so good his eyes were falling closed. Her authoritative voice broke through his fog a moment later. "I don't want you touching yourself while Clint has a bit of fun. Go grab whatever bondage you want, baby." Clint tried harder to pay attention to what they were doing because it sounded like something he'd want to see. He tracked Charlotte as she nearly skipped over to the cuffs and rope hanging on the wall. 

She picked up a simple strip of fabric that flowed in the air as she came back to the bed. She held it out to Jenny and asked, "Tie me up, ma'am?" Now Clint was sure he wanted to see that. He lifted his head up to watch as Charlotte turned around and let her domme tie her forearms together against the middle of her back. She groaned when Jenny pulled the knot tight which had Clint rolling his hips without meaning to. 

Jenny noticed, of course she did, and smoothed a possessive hand up his back to his hair, tugging it back and telling him, "You can watch all you want- Char loves to show off- but I want you still. Each time you try to hump my leg, I add another spanking. Understand?" She gave another tug to his hair and Clint's eyes fluttered shut.

He nodded, just to feel that small surge of pain in his scalp again and said, "Yes, ma'am."

"Very good," she praised. To Charlotte, "Hand me the remote and sit on it, baby." It was a hard task, one meant to make her sub blush with frustration and embarrassment, and Clint couldn't stop watching her. She finally managed to pick the remote up behind her back and walk it backwards to Jenny, who took it and stroked down her thigh in reward. Charlotte scrambled to sit on top of the toy with an attachment that just looked like a small bump and a long thick raised line. 

He watched in amazement as the sounds of vibration took up the silence and Charlotte's face scrunched up, a smile spreading lazily across her face. She wiggled more, sitting down harder and moaned. "Don't lift up," Jenny commanded. "I want to see how many times you come before I'm done."

Clint growled, hips shifting in search of relief. "That's one more," Jenny informed him, halfway between displeased and entirely too pleased. The assassin huffed at his own mistake and tried his hardest to be still. 

Jenny's hand squeezed Clint's round cheek as she grabbed the small paddle from beside her on the bed. Then the ridged leather was against his skin, making him tense before she shh'd him gently and rubbed it around on his skin. "I'm going to spank you now," she warned and in the next moment, the paddle was gone. Clint didn't even have time to nod his recognition before it came down on his ass in a sharp wack, the crack ringing out in the air.

"Oh, fuck," he cursed, couldn't help it, and ground his pelvis into Jenny's thigh.

"One more," she counted like she expected it- she probably did. Clint, however, did not. The rush that was stinging up his spine and into his arms was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. He had to clench his whole body to keep from rolling his hips again. "Ready?" Jenny asked and it took a long few seconds for Clint to nod.

The next was just as hard as the first but on his other cheek. Clint gritted his teeth together and put every ounce of willpower he had into keeping his body still. God, he just wanted to take the surge of energy that came with the pain and turn it into pleasure so badly.  He was losing it. He was happier than he'd been in his entire life- minus that week he refused to count. He couldn't believe he'd finally found a place to understand all the things that never made sense to him. He was riding a wave of foggy pleasure and he never wanted to come down.

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This will have a part 2 next week. I really like these three. I'm glad Clint is finally getting what he needs. I'd love to hear what you guys think, so vote or leave a comment if you'd like. Mwah! Xoxo, Jess