Independence: #4 Hayley

by Karen Nichols

  They’d talked about the control it took to bring a sub along and it was definitely something they both wanted to work.

  “This way, pet,” Jack clipped the cuffs together at the front and handed them to Dane before setting off ahead of them. “We have a nice quiet spot reserved for the next hour or so.”

  Chapter Eleven

  “Yes, Sirs,” she responded quietly. Her body had never felt so many things at once before. And they’d barely touched her. She kept her eyes lowered, long hair falling on either side of her face as she walked slowly behind Dane.

  The sounds of the club fascinated her, as well as all the activities.

  “You can look up and watch, Hayley,” Dane said with a glance at her. “We know you’re new to the whole play scene thing. The only thing to keep in mind is when people stop and talk with us or we stop and talk with others, you assume your position.”

  “Yes, Sirs,” she said quickly. “Thank you, Sirs. It’s so…alive…there’s so much happening all at once. And so many different types of people…”

  “Pretty much. As varied as any organization, I’d guess. Work or play,” Dane pushed the drape aside from the area they had reserved. This was a large, open portion with a nicely built spanking bench, two chairs and a thick, gleaming oval. It measured a little over six feet in height and four across. Essentially, it was a St. Andrews cross without the cross. It left front and back open for anything the imagination could come up with. They’d discussed various Shibari routines to share with Hayley and just talking about them had them both headed for a cold shower.

  Imagining her strung up and fucking her had been enough to end the shower quickly for Dane.

  “Oh…” Hayley went still.

  When she’d casually questioned old friends about sexuality and exploring, most had said they’d done their exploring when they were teenagers. All Hayley had been interested in back then was the fascinating subject of animals and healing them.

  Was this what she had been looking for? The undivided attention of two men who wanted to be with her and only her. Isn’t that what any woman would want in her life? That thought alone made her breathing hitch. She realized she’d been staring at the various pieces and cast her gaze slowly toward the two men in her fantasies watching her.

  “You find the items we selected for the evening interesting, Hayley?” Jack circled around her slowly, one hand skimming down her back. She arched into his touch, closing her eyes when he went behind her.

  “I…yes…I suppose…I’ve seen them in the club…”

  “Now you’ll get to experience them.” Dane set the bag he’d carried on the small table and met the silence from Hayley with a nod. “The dress has to go again. It’ll just get in the way and we don’t want to damage your new clothes.”

  She started to open her mouth but snapped it closed. She reached for the hem and froze when a large hand speared through her hair, tipping her head to the side.

  “A little defiance is a nice challenge. It puts a delicious spark in your eyes,” Jack told her from the side, his mouth down hard on hers. He’d waited too long to sample her again. His fingers tightened in the soft, long hair and her mouth was hot, soft and receptive.

  Hayley returned his kiss, her nostrils flaring and taking in the musky, masculine scent of Jack while another pair of hands roamed beneath her dress. It had been shoved up over her hips. Strong, male hands explored between her legs.

  “But be very careful how far you want to push us,” Jack told her sternly.

  “Spread your feet, Hayley,” Dane whispered against her throat, biting down until she complied.

  “Stop distracting her,” Jack growled and returned to ravish her mouth. Her lips were swollen under his assault, her tongue fencing with his without a hint of submission.

  Dane chuckled and continued kissing and nipping at her shoulder. “It’s my job to distract her.”

  Hayley groaned into the kiss that deepened. It didn’t bother her that Jack’s fingers tightened in her hair, holding her head in place and refusing her movement. Her heart was pounding and her body heating up as Dane continued stroking over her skin. When his fingers cupped her damp pussy, her knees shook.

  “Damn…she’s hot and swollen,” Dane’s voice was gruff as his thumb pressed against her clit. “Stop long enough to get this thing out of my way,” he demanded with the hem of the dress in his hands. The minute Jack lifted his head and released her hair, long strands fell around her face as Dane pulled the dress over her head.

  “So you’re fucking with the plan.” Jack’s hands went to her wrists and lifted the cuffs over her head. Which wasn’t easy considering her natural height. But his arms were long and his muscles had never gone unused.

  “Put her on the ring,” Dane responded. “Raise the foot rests and spread her. Your choice…kiss or flog. I plan to taste and push her to the limits. No coming, Hayley.” He met the surprised look and the slight surge of rebellion in her eyes. “We take punishment seriously. We also know you have amazing control. Use it.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she answered instantly, but with a hint of frantic in the aroused eyes.

  “Look at the base of the oval, Hayley,” Jack ordered firmly. “Step onto the flat platforms and face the oval. Raise your hands to the hooks on the sides. If your fingers or feet begin to tingle, I want to know immediately. Clear?”

  “Yes, Sir. No tingling,” she repeated and did as he said, swaying slightly and gripping the highly polished wood of the oval near the hooks. Just a little something to steady her nerves, she thought, fingers tightened around the edges and eyes tightly closed.

  That lasted all of a minute before her lashes flew wide with the snap and crack of something…a dozen little something’s slapped across her ass. When it happened again, the yelp had turned less vocal, her mouth clamped shut and body trying to poise for the smacks. Only they weren’t consistent.

  “Don’t blank out on us, Hayley,” Dane warned, pulling a bar stool around the front of her and meeting the wide eyes that flickered between arousal and rebellion. “Well, well, well…so which part has you fighting things? The instructions? The flogging? Jack’s in a mood tonight…and you not obeying orders right off…that didn’t help things.”

  She kept her mouth closed as several more swats struck along her thighs, over her ass and onto her back. She never knew where the next one would fall and knew her breathing was increasing more out of anticipation than the feelings. Those were interesting sensations. A blend that fell between a sting to a thud and then into a series of strikes that came in quick succession. So fast that she couldn’t control the groan that broke free.

  “That’s what we’re looking for,” Dane said with a nod, his fingers beginning at her ankles. Her circled them and stroked slowly higher until his thumbs found the damp, hot center. The labia had puffed up with her arousal and moisture glistened along the plump lips. He ran one finger down the center, stopping at her clit for a few casual strokes.

  She couldn’t find the focus. When she thought her mind was on the flogging, her clit sprung to life and begged for the touch from Dane. Her groans deepened.

  “Where do you keep disappearing to, sub?”

  “I…just thoughts…trying to figure out…I don’t know. My mind wanders.”

  “Hmm…that does not reflect well,” Dane said with a chuckle, the exact opposite of the scowl creasing Jack’s face. He stepped back from the ring in time. Jack had the remote in his hand and leveled it off, the wide eyed little yelp she gave out made Dane shake his head. “Now you’ve upset him. Hmm…but a damn nice position for our sub,” he commented, walking thoughtfully around the spread out woman. He lifted the long hair to one side to help get it out of her face. “As much as we like the hair, we might need it braided in the future, Jack.”

  Jack had stepped into the circle and stood between her legs. “We need the center bar so she can rest on the flat middle. I think it’s time we made damn sure she knows where she’s supposed to be
focused.”

  Dane found the bar on the wall and carried it to the horizontal circle. He handed one end to Jack and bent enough to slide it beneath Hayley. She’d begun breathing too quickly, her muscles tensed and attempting to hold her in place and keep the weight from her ankles and wrists.

  Together they raised it beneath her and latched it in place. When a sharp smack echoed in the space, Hayley stiffened and tried to glare in the direction the smack had come from.

  “Now that we have your attention…I think it’s time we got to the sex part of the play,” Jack informed her. He stepped back and wrapped one hand around each ankle. “I’m sure she knows how to give a blow job…”

  “Purely my pleasure…I hope…” Dane walked to her head and dropped to his knees. One hand went into the hair at the side of her head and he lifted it until she met his gaze. Slightly dazed and very aroused. He doubted she’d really come down from their last game. “I’m going to place another rail beneath your shoulders. I’m also going to place a small toy in one of your hands…since your mouth is going to be busy and you’ll be unable to safe word if you need time.”

  He didn’t wait for a response. His mouth covered hers, his tongue out and sweeping into the hot center to stroke and toy with hers. Maybe it was the dazed state she was in, he wasn’t sure but he didn’t sense unease in her. Maybe it had been building in both himself and Jack for the last few days since the auction.

  They’d avoided the topic of a permanent sub in their lives. Probably because the hurt would be intense if they failed. But Dane was the optimistic one of the pair. Winning Hayley wasn’t a game to him. It was about their life. He’d read enough books about triads through history. He knew it was possible to love more than one person. He loved Jack like a brother. And he could easily see that kind of love growing in his eyes now for Hayley.

  Love was about more than great sex, though that was a definite plus.

  He mentally smacked himself.

  When did he start getting so melancholy and mystical?

  Especially in the middle of an erotic scene.

  Chapter Twelve

  Hayley questioned her sanity for about the hundredth time since the auction.

  Two men. Not one nice, self-controlled Dom. But two of them.

  She should have been embarrassed. Maybe even ashamed. Two men. The tingles that ran through her at the images and sensations were definitely sinful and wicked. And she wanted them all. She thought she’d been ready for the public part of playing.

  But it was much more…public…than she’d imagined.

  “I think our sub is wandering,” Jack commented mildly, his fingers tying off the end of rope near one of her hands. “Ever given a blowjob without your hands, pet?”

  Her head shook.

  “Then I guess it’s time you had something to focus on,” Dane pulled a chair close to the edge and sunk down, adjusting himself comfortably. “You’re going to have to trust me not to hurt you. But you’re going to have to focus and be with me.”

  Hayley swallowed hard and nodded, locking her lips without taking her eyes from the bulge just beneath the zipper. She wished for her hands. She wanted to touch and a frown creased her lips.

  “A problem, sub?” Dane asked, his hand sliding through the thick hair at the side of her head.

  “I…no, Sir. No, Sir…”

  “However?”

  “I’d like to touch…Sir…”

  “We can give you that promise another day, pet,” Dane said with a chuckle. He watched Jack move between her thighs, his hands massaging over her ass. “I think you’re going to be pretty occupied here for a while.”

  Her body gave a little lurch when the strong fingers stroked down through the swollen lips of her pussy. She couldn’t move much. They had her very securely tied and suspended above the floor. But she could hear and the sound of crinkling plastic caught her attention seconds before Dane snapped his fingers sharply in front of her face.

  “Focus on this, sub…”

  Their foray into sex.

  This was so different than she ever thought things would be.

  Dates, dinners, movies…then maybe if things clicked, sex.

  But something about these two men had clicked in ways that had her baffled and very aware of every feminine part of her body. Fingers continued stroking through her pussy but her vision was caught watching Dane open the front of his jeans.

  He repositioned the chair until her mouth was over the mushroomed cap of his cock. The same time her tongue came out to flick around the ridge, she felt the thrust of something much thicker than fingers into her pussy. Her muscles clamped down hard on the invader and her mouth closed over the cock thrusting upward.

  A low, plaintive groan rippled around his cock and Dane knew his control was going to be tenuous. One hand tightened on the long hair on her head, while the other was wrapped around his cock, guiding it carefully to keep from hurting Hayley or his cock.

  The sharp edge of her teeth was tempered by the soothing stroke of her tongue. And she definitely enjoyed playing. A little suction a soft whisper of breath and then she began all over. She twisted her head slightly, despite the hold he had on her hair until she could take more of him into her mouth.

  Then he was ready to curse Jack.

  He knew his partner well enough to know he was pinching and stroking over her clit while he thrust his cock inside her. The angle was set just right that he would hit the hidden spot right behind her clit on the inside. Just enough to distract and make Hayley clamp her lips a little more around his cock.

  Dane also knew it was an unspoken challenge to see who would lose control first.

  Which was more arousing? More tempting? Her mouth and that very versatile tongue or the tight squeeze and clamp of her pussy? He’d find out about that another time. For now, her mouth was hot and her tongue talented.

  Then Hayley stole the options from them both.

  They hadn’t told her no orgasms until permitted. A negative check for the Dom’s, Dane thought briefly when the suction along the length of his cock ramped up. He couldn’t feel the convulsions inside her pussy, but he could tell it was happening because her legs went stiff and her breathing came to an almost complete stop. But her mouth did not.

  Amidst groans and suckling, her tongue stroked and his control was swallowed along with the eruption that was stolen from him. But he didn’t feel so bad because he saw Jack’s body lurch and his hands tightened around the curve of her waist.

  Jack wasn’t prepared to have his control removed completely from him.

  But he also wasn’t sure what to expect when Hayley’s body responded to the erotic evening they’d been sharing. The first tremor struck and it should have been a warning. A strong, clutching warning. He withdrew and thrust again, twice more and then he lost it in the middle of the convulsions gripping Hayley’s body.

  He didn’t bother looking up at Dane. Their shouts echoed off the walls, mingled with the others from people in various stages of arousal. His hands clenched her hips, holding her in place while his cock pumped against the soft vibrating walls of her pussy.

  One hand rose and came down in a series of sharp slaps across her ass as the orgasm trailed off. He heard her scream around Dane’s cock and felt her body react, another series of clenching muscles gripping him tightly and milking the last of the fluids from him.

  He almost fell forward, completely losing the strength in his knees.

  When his eyes uncrossed, he saw Dane adjusting his jeans and zipping up. He caught the towel thrown to him and withdrew from Hayley. There were soft moans from the other end as they carefully began lowering the bars and untying the ropes.

  Working together, they had her out of the bindings and wrapped in a warm blanket. She hadn’t spoken. Now and then soft mewls would break from deep in her throat and she cuddled against whoever was holding her. He didn’t think she even realized she’d been passed from one to the other several times as they collected their
toys and put things to right for the next people using the cubicle.

  When the thick lashes finally raised, they were seated near the fire. Flames reflected in the collection of Christmas decorations adorning the inside of the club, Independence.

  “Did she drink anything?”

  Dane continued to stare at the long strands of honey brown that were curled around his fingers. “I got half a bottle of water into her while you were cleaning the beams.”

  “I could answer for myself,” came the soft voice. Her face was pressed against his shirt, her arms circling his middle. “I’m not dead.”

  “Hmm…I thought we put her into subspace,” Jack teased, his hands gently massaging over her thighs. “We definitely have to work harder next time.”

  “I wouldn’t have thought there was any sassy left in her,” Dane chuckled and kissed her brow.

  “Is that what you call the place after really, really good orgasms? Subspace…” she murmured, sighed and decided it was a very good place to be.

  “I’ve heard it’s a pleasant place to be,” Jack commented with a laugh.

  “You don’t know what it feels like?” Hayley leaned up, the position they’d put her in was one where she could see them both at the same time. She liked that. A lot.

  She wasn’t sure how she got so lucky. And it wasn’t the first time she’d asked herself that question since the auction. She really only intended to gather enough knowledge to go after Derrick for what he’d done.

  “We’re not subs, Hayley. So no, can’t honestly say we know what it’s like,” Dane answered with a casual shrug. “There’s a wild sensation called Top Space…that, we’ve had before.”

  “Am I ever allowed to touch? Or is that…not permitted?”

  “We try and behave as benevolent Dom’s,” Jack said slowly, his gaze up and on his partner.

  “You want to touch,” Dane repeated her words, his fingers opening the front of the blanket she was wrapped in. “Alright.”