Independence: #4 Hayley

by Karen Nichols

  Jack stopped after fastening the cuff, his hand replacing Dane’s in her hair. He let it wrap around his fingers and angled her head until he could cover her surprised mouth with his. His tongue didn’t ask permission or wait for her to adjust. He surged forward, sweeping in and stroking hers to play with him.

  He took what he wanted. Her kiss; her submission in the moment.

  At the same time, Dane moved to her side. One hand glided along her side and took possession of a breast. He caressed and stroked heavily until the peak of her nipple pressed into the center of his palm. His other hand moved to her lower back, stroking down over her ass and beneath the brief hem of her skirt.

  “She needs motivation,” Dane said simply, his fingers trailing down between the cheeks of her ass. “Meet me over by the locker area.”

  “You heard the man,” Jack murmured against her mouth. “I do love the way you kiss, pet.” He stepped to the side and met the dazed expression. “Eyes down, shoulders back. When we stop, keep this position, but brace your feet about a foot apart, just in case someone bumps you. I don’t want you sent off balance.” He took a quiet pause. “Do you understand, Hayley?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He hooked the cuffs together and held the center piece, leading her through the club. He knew people familiar with the lifestyle would immediately recognize the symbols that bound her to them. Those who were new, to either the lifestyle or Independence, would discover the hard way that Dane and Jack did not like anyone traipsing upon their property.

  First stop, he saw Dane waiting for them, reclining casually in one of the many wing-backed chairs. On the table beside him, sat the items they were using tonight with Hayley.

  “Front or back?” Jack asked casually, aware of the stiffening in the woman close to him. The look on Dane’s face made him sigh and raise his hand. A quick toss of rock, paper, scissors made him nod in deference. “Your choice.”

  “My choice,” Dane repeated with a slight twist of his wrist that sent a small plastic coated control unit to him. Jack’s hand was up and palming the unit deftly. “Your control. Turn around and face Jack, Hayley. Spread your feet…more…now bend over and place your hands on the floor.”

  Jack met the panic and trepidation with an arched brow. Fortunately it was a flicker of seconds before she did as instructed. He could hear her breathing increase and the muscles along her thighs had tightened, as if anticipating what would happen.

  He placed a heavy palm in the center of her back, making sure she felt each and every finger, reassuring her he wasn’t leaving her. Dane moved to sit at the edge of the chair. His hands began on her knees and stroked very slowly higher, taking the edge of her skirt with them until it rested on her lower back.

  “Damn fine view,” remarked a Domme as she came up to the space, looking over the men. She tipped her head to them both. “Gentlemen,” before wandering off.

  “Alexis is right…” Dane said with a chuckle. “It is a damn fine view. You look amazing in our color, Hayley.” He placed a palm on each cheek, squeezing firmly. One hand slipped between her thighs and came out glistening. “I was wondering if she was engaged or not.”

  “We’re working on her focus…” Jack stepped slightly to the side and raised his hand, swinging down and across the bare cheek while Dane continued playing with the dampness down her center. Her body jumped but she held the pose. Ass cheeks tightened convulsively. “Relax, Hayley…the evening is just beginning.”

  Hayley groaned at his words. Somehow, they seemed even more erotic than the hands that continually appeared from nowhere and stroked over her skin. It felt over-heated and alive with sensation and they hadn’t done anything yet!

  Dane watched the muscles slowly relax as he continued stroking, the soft moan she offered made him nod at Jack. Another sharp swat brought her head up and he slipped the nozzle of the small lube container into the puckered star.

  “We need to have her prepared…” He said casually, removing the slim wand and sliding his finger in on the stream. “Definitely…she definitely needs prepared…” He added another finger and continued to stroke, the smacks Jack was administering keeping her bouncing back and forth between sensations.

  “Tight?”

  “Damn tight,” Dane said with a nod. “I brought one a little bigger than two fingers to start.” Before there could be a reaction to their words, he gripped the four inch long, inch and a half wide flesh colored plug and slid it expertly along the gel path into her ass.

  “Breathe, Hayley,” Jack ordered before he smacked sharply at the same time he strengthened his arm, his palm flat against her lower back and refusing her movement. He accepted the single nod from Dane as he wiped his hands on a towel and tossed it toward one of the many bins for laundry around the play floor.

  “Stand up, Hayley,” Jack told her, withdrawing his hand. “Hands to the front. We do the touching tonight. You maintain whatever pose we put you in without moving,” he said, reaffirming their instructions. He put a hand beneath her chin, tilting her face up. No signs of distress, but they’d already learned she was very good at keeping things inside. “Are you hurt? Anything pinching or painful beyond what’s to be expected?”

  When the pale brown lashes lifted, he wasn’t surprised for the strength in the contained emotions. Bits of anger, surprise and embarrassment all fought for top billing.

  Jack laughed and kissed her. “Now there’s a hint of the brat hiding inside. She’s okay, Dane. Nice work.”

  “She’s wet…so we must be doing something right,” he waited until she looked at him before bringing his fingers to his lips and licking. “And damn sweet.”

  Hayley swallowed and lowered her gaze; the pair of male Dom’s circling her slowly. Her hands were clasped in front of her, the links cold against her fingers but she held them to keep from shaking. She couldn’t explain the arousal. Not to one of them, let alone to both of them. It was as though her body was making demands she had no idea could possibly be real to her. They knew how to play her, just where to touch and what to say.

  “Let’s walk,” Jack said and lifted the links between her hands. “I want you looking up, Hayley. And if you see something that puzzles or generates questions, I want you asking us. I want you talking to us. Protocols go into effect when someone else stops to talk to us. Am I clear?”

  “Yes, Sirs,” she answered immediately, her head lifting with only the slightest hesitance. She wanted to tug on her dress. She wanted to wiggle and figure out how to force that…that thing…out of her.

  “Thinking about this?” Jack remarked, his hand holding a small almost flat square. He tapped his thumb on the plastic surface and she jumped. Her head snapped up rigidly and her eyes shot from one to the other.

  Vibrations made her muscles clench and tighten.

  “Ah-ah-ah…” Dane moved behind her with a firm swat to her ass. “Feet stay apart. Better…so I’m guessing the batteries are working,” he commented with a chuckle at the glare she tried to quickly hide. “So our little sub has a stubborn side…that’s nice to know. We don’t want someone who goes through the motions, Hayley. We might play at home occasionally…especially if we had the right person for the both of us. But the majority of our play will be here…outside this arena, we’re friends. And we’d be bored if you always gave us what we wanted without some flack.”

  “And I get smacked if I…” she began and immediately realized what she’d done. Her hands started to rise, as if putting them over her mouth would make the words vanish. “Sirs.”

  “Doesn’t help, sub,” Jack murmured around his chuckle. He handed the linked cuffs to Dane and stepped to the side, nodding at the empty table ahead of them and the small table set up against the wall. “Looks like Nate has his table set up for visitors.”

  “Hey, guys,” as if on cue, Nate Bishop stepped around the side, through the curtain, his hands rubbing together. “Got some new wax I’m dying to try out.” He looked over at the lowered head, long hair c
urling over the skimpy red dress. “New friend?”

  “I think Hayley might like to volunteer, Nate,” Dane placed a hand beneath her chin, forcing her to look up. “This is our new sub, Hayley.”

  They could tell she wasn’t sure how to react but her hands rose when he offered his palm. He shook hands and nodded.

  “Have you ever had wax dripped on you before?” He barely got the words out before he laughed at the expression on her face. “Nice…”

  “Take off the dress, Hayley,” Jack opened the clasp between her hands and waited.

  Dane went to the small case Nate had on the table and selected one of the clear oils. “Are you allergic to anything, Hayley?”

  “No, Sirs,” she answered with a soft sigh, the dress falling from her fingers to the hard backed chair behind her.

  “Up on the table, pet, hands above your head,” Jack instructed, going to the head of the table. “Face down, Hayley.” He waited until she was stretched out before connecting the links to the eye hooks on the table. “Damn nice…”

  He took the bottle from Dane and popped the lid. A sweet flower scent rose from the opening. “Your own blend?”

  “Absolutely. No point in playing unless I can enjoy the things I play with,” Nate met the gaze of his friends. His hands began at her feet. When they jumped beneath his touch, he raised a brow. “She’s new, isn’t she?”

  “Real new,” Dane said. “And we didn’t bring ankle cuffs. You have a pair we can use?”

  “Please…” Nate chuckled and opened another case on the table. “Not your signature red, but they’ll handle the problem. You’re going to have a lot of Dom’s wanting to touch…she’s got exceptionally soft, fine skin.” He handed the cuffs to Dane and ran his finger along the slight line separating the colors. “She’s naturally this color…”

  “You do the pouring,” Jack said, standing by her head. He reached down and pulled the long shiny blade from the top of his boot. “I’ll do the cleanup.”

  Chapter Ten

  He knew exactly when Hayley saw the knife. Her body arched and she pulled hard against the restraints. Dane placed both hands on the backs of her knees and pressed firmly. Jack bent over and pulled the hair from the side of her face, tucking it all to one side.

  “Do you believe we’d do anything to harm you, Hayley?” He asked very softly, waiting while the words slipped beneath the momentary panic. Her tongue came out and she dragged some needed moisture over her lips.

  “No, Sirs,” she answered, the faintest quiver of strength beneath the surface.

  “Good girl. Close your eyes and feel,” he ordered sternly.

  Her mind was all over the place.

  Maybe it was the glint of light off the very large blade in his hand. She wasn’t sure.

  A big part of it kept asking how she’d come to be there. Stretched out naked on a padded, sheet covered table. She should be cold. She should be shivering. And she was, only it wasn’t from the temperature. She felt a pair of warm fingers trailing down between the cheeks of her behind and clenched. An action that made her remember that they’d begun stretching her. Another shiver ran through her at the end outcome to that procedure.

  Then the hand came down hard on her ass. Again.

  “I said relax,” Jack growled and repeated the swat.

  At least now she knew whose hand was on her ass. The vibrations began again and she couldn’t stop the jump, the pulling on the restraints. Then came the gulp with the smacks from the other side.

  He’d pulled her hair to one side and she put her face into it, breathing slowly, forcing herself not to move. Until that first sensation struck and her body couldn’t decide what it had been!

  She bucked against it. The restraints and someone’s hand pressing in the middle of her back were the only things keeping her on the bed. She screamed. She knows she did, but then she couldn’t figure out why.

  “First time playing with wax,” Nate said with a chuckle.

  “First time for a lot of things,” Dane remarked, little inflection in his voice as he looked over at Jack and nodded slightly. He tipped the candle just enough to trail a very thin line down the middle of one leg. His free hand was out and on the back of her knee a second before the wax touched her flesh. “Are you hurt, Hayley? Think before you answer…and if you are and didn’t use your safe word…”

  “I…no…I thought…Sirs…I’m not…” The words tumbled over one another as the soft sting hit across her bare ass and then again on her lower back and then down the other leg. All mixing with the vibrations from that damn…

  “Slow down, pet,” Jack was walking around the table, his hands stroking gently at various spots along his path. “To control yourself, take slow, easy breaths. You know we’re not going to hurt you or damage you. But that doesn’t mean we won’t push limits and work to arouse you.” He slid his hand over the non-waxed ass cheek and down between the split legs. He found the spot he was looking for and stroked through the moisture. “Just like that…so you might be a little frightened…a bit on edge…but you are definitely aroused.”

  “And the wax is a definite hit,” Dane remarked, his hand casually tipping and watching the melted wax find a spot along her skin. It reddened slightly and almost instantly cooled into a solid mass.

  Hayley pulled on the restraints when his fingers returned and thrust hard inside her. His thumb struck over her clit at the same time he tapped the remote in his other hand. All the sensations that had been building crashed together. Dane drizzled more wax along her shoulders as the high scream burst free with the second thrust his fingers. Muscles clamped down on him, twisting and gripping their way through the orgasm.

  Hayley collapsed on the table, but the sizzle and trickle of wax kept her moans soft and low.

  “Now wasn’t that the prettiest thing,” Dane commented, arousal obvious in his a voice rough with need. He handed off the candle to Nate with a nod. “We appreciate your help.”

  “I believe your little sub is a lot more focused now,” he said with a chuckle.

  Three men stared at the curved woman mumbling with her face pressed into the sheet covering the table.

  “Now it’s my turn to play,” Jack said calmly. A soft whisper of leather made her lift her head. He stood near her vision and made certain the long blade of the custom knife gleamed beneath the dim lights that shimmered from the walls. “I suggest you don’t move a muscle, Hayley. Do you understand me?”

  “Y-yes, Sir.”

  “And your safe word?” Jack pressed the flat edge of the blade against her shoulder, testing his instructions. Her body tensed but didn’t move. “Good girl.”

  “Red.”

  “That’s a pretty quiver in her voice,” Dane moved around the table, his hands running absently along her legs to the damp center. “How long did you think you were going to be able to lock us outside, Hayley?”

  “I…I don’t understand…Sir!” The yelp came the instant his palm struck her behind. The wax bumped and Jack glared at him.

  “I told you not to move…”

  “Damn, you’ve got a fucking steady hand…” Nate complimented with a nod. “Nice.”

  “This one’s special…” Jack remarked, sliding the edge of the blade along her skin and skimming off large chunks of wax. He flipped them into the bin Nate held out to him and moved onto another patch.

  “Gorgeous skin,” Dane commented, his hands running up her legs as Jake worked.

  “I love this part,” Nate chuckled and collected the wax as Jack wandered around her body peeling it back with the barest of touches with the blade. “She’s breathing a little on the fast side, but not moving…”

  “She’s obviously very good at control,” Jack said as the blade scraped down the length of her thigh and onto the calf of one leg. He finished up with a satisfied nod and the blade slid away in the sheath at his side. “Very good, Hayley. We’re going to remove the restraints and I want you to sit and drink this water.”

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p; “Yes, Sir,” came the muffled whisper with only the faintest hint of a shake in her voice.

  “How’re you feeling, pet?” Dane worked the top hooks free and waited until the lower ones clanked to the side of the table before placing his hands beneath her arms and lifting her. His hands framed her face. “Alright?”

  “I’m fine, Sir, thank you.” She waited until his hands left her face before she tried to peer down her back.

  “Not a mark on you,” Jack told her, handing the bottle of water and urging her to drink.

  “How’d it feel?” Dane leaned casually against the beam, watching the slightly dazed look in her eyes.

  “I…strange…it was like every inch of my skin was on fire but…but not…”

  “Good description,” Nate said with a nod.

  Jack chuckled when she tried being casual and glancing down her back when she thought no one was watching her. He took her shoulders and led her to the long mirror Nate had in the corner. He turned her back to it and waited.

  Hayley looked up at him and followed his slight nod toward the mirror.

  “Not a single mark on that gorgeous skin,” Jack remarked, her eyes swiftly going from her shoulders down. “We don’t so anything that leaves permanent marks, Hayley.”

  Nate looked over at Dane. “I missed the auction. I heard it was a rough end ‘cause of a couple guys trying to buy in together.”

  “Colin and Gabe straightened them out.” Jack answered, taking the empty bottle of water from Hayley and handing her the dress. “We’ll continue our stroll. I think it’s time to see how our sub does on a few more personal games.”

  Dane came around the table at the same time her head swiveled from one to the other as it popped from the opening in her dress. He lifted her to the floor and let her smooth the watery fabric over her curves. He knew what was next and his body was already throbbing in anticipation. To be honest, they’d both been semi-hard since the auction.