Independence: #4 Hayley

by Karen Nichols

  “I heard that it’s a bit itchy after,” Dane murmured.

  “I want…it’s not…”

  “A request, baby?” Jack leaned into her body, his hands gently settling her feet flat on the floor.

  “I want to make you guys feel, too,” she managed with a slight shudder. “Sirs…please…I want to touch and…”

  “It’s damn hard to deny her,” Dane said, his hand gently on her face. “I’ll get the spanking bench. It’s not being used…”

  “Bench?” Hayley blinked when the soft satin blindfold was slipped from her head. Jack had gathered all her hair to one side; she swayed slightly and shivered. Jack’s hands moved to her wrists, the rope gracefully unraveling and falling at her feet.

  She flexed her fingers, the heavy stainless steel ring sliding from her fingers as it was raised again to the ceiling level until needed again. Her hands went out, a reflexive move to brace herself when she fell forward. Jack’s arm went around her middle, pulling her back hard against him.

  “Easy, pet…close your eyes and take in a slow, long breath. We’re going to give you what you want…” Jack whispered against her throat. He was barely aware of the groan she pulled free when she wiggled her ass against his cock. Hard and throbbing behind the thick denim, it ached when she wedged her ass against him and flexed those taut cheek muscles.

  He had no idea the muscles built from riding horses, but he hoped she never gave up the activity. Her ass was a work of art…

  “Back to earth, partner,” Dane ordered, laughing at the strained expression on Jack’s face. “I’m guessing you want that sweet pussy?”

  “Hell…” Jack ground his teeth, holding Hayley against him until the bench was slid into place. With a wide, padded center beam, he held her just short of the edge. “Bend forward, pet…use your hands and balance. This is a very short version of the bench…for special activities.”

  “Hmmm…” Hayley did as he said, and added taking in some deep breaths to steady herself and make her eyes focus a little better. She had no earthly idea orgasms could be so…total.

  The dim lighting around them seemed all the more erotic with the flashing and blinking of the colored lights that had been strung around the space. That thought sent a fiery sweet spear straight into her heart. For her. They did things for her. Not to get something from her. Just to have her smile.

  Her lashes fluttered as the ropes were removed and she recognized Dane stepping in front of her. Her hands moved without hesitation, stroking down the hard length of him beneath the slacks he wore. Jack had changed to jeans, but Dane had kept his dress slacks on and they were soft beneath her fingers as she lowered the zipper.

  She never questioned how she knew what was expected. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to give them the same pleasures they’d given her over the last…she had no idea how long she had hung there or how long they had been playing with her. She knew her body tingled from top to bottom and she felt good. Relaxed and free.

  The sensations were beginning again.

  With her hands stroking the cock she’d released, it was as though they were mirrored behind her with Jack’s hands on her hips. Warm, sure hands stroked along her flanks and onto her ass. He dragged his thumbs down the crease between her ass cheeks and gripped with just enough strength to make her notice and groan aloud.

  Even as she found herself staring at a very erect, very demanding portion of Dane’s body, she felt another set of hands stroking along her body. Fingers moved between her legs, spreading the thick moisture up over a very sensitive clit and back again. Two fingers stroked inside her and made a groan vibrate in her throat at the same time she wrapped her lips around Dane’s cock.

  A brief glimpse of the girl she used to be. The one who didn’t find much pleasure with giving oral sex to a man. The one who didn’t take the time for herself. It was much better once she stopped taking the blame for the wrong men in her life.

  Using her lips, tongue and teeth, the sounds from Dane added to the tingling pleasures caressing her mind and body. She was pulled back into the present when Jack surged into her. Labia swollen and sensitive wrapped itself around the thick hardness stroking forcefully into her pussy.

  Her mouth widened, the groan of surprise stifled and swallowed along with the thick hood of Dane’s cock. Not that she had much choice. Her fingers tightened around the base, holding him from choking her. Embarrassing. There were so many sensations coursing through her all at the same time, she really didn’t want choking to be top of the list.

  Not when Jack was stroking his fingers over her clit at the same time he sent his cock surging through tissues not quite calmed down from their earlier play. Everything inside her was alive and throbbing. Every place they touched; every sound they made found a place that only managed to heighten the sensations.

  It no longer mattered where they were. It had taken them over an hour to get her there, but nothing else was in her mind but them.

  Dane’s fingers had curled into the loose braid she’d woven into her hair when they entered the club earlier. She was glad it was loose. She loved the feel of his hands guiding her motions; tightening when she found just the right action, silently telling her how pleased he was with her oral skills. She could feel his cock straining; hardening the tiniest bit more with each flick of her tongue.

  She had spent random minutes wondering why their restraints excited her so much. More than she even thought would be possible. But the girl in her decided it was the men themselves, and the play only managed to heighten whatever mystery there was surrounding their attraction.

  Sounds around her had begun to dull. Low and hollow, she let herself play with Dane while Jack thrust hard and repeatedly into her. She was there and pleasure began building anew, even when she believed she was pleasured out for the night. Hell, no. For the week at least.

  But her men were proving her wrong. They knew her body better than she did and played it like a fine instrument. They found responses she believed long exhausted and reached for more without asking permission.

  Every nerve ignited abruptly, pulling her away from thinking completely. Her mouth opened, swallowing the scream and Dane’s explosion. She heard the dull sounds of combination growls and shouts from all around her. Hands gripped her very snugly at her head, keeping her from choking too much.

  Another pair of strong hands squeezed her ass like it was a lifeline above the ocean. And all three of them were cast into a swirling vortex.

  After that, she was sure she was floating on a soft raft.

  She heard noises. Her head fell forward and lulled against her arms when they fell from the body they had been holding onto. Feet thumped on the wooden floor; zippers rasped against fabric. Soothing hands stroked over her head, down the slightly sweaty back and onto her ass.

  “Hayley…”

  “Yes, Sir,” came the automatic response from somewhere deep inside her. Her voice was soft and almost sounded like a purr. She giggled.

  “Pretty sure our little sub is content,” Jack said, his voice low and edged with humor. “And deliciously pink…the finest ass around…” He stroked his hand over one cheek and patted it lightly. “I’ve got the blanket. I’ll get her settled and help you straighten up the area for the next people.”

  Dane ignored the slowly disbursing group of people who had been watching them. For the most part, he admitted to getting off on the exposure. And that was definitely heightened with Hayley as their sub. He and Jack had never moved with such cohesive actions before. Something about her seemed to pull their focus in a way they’d never known. All of it damned good.

  Damned good and damned terrifying.

  This wasn’t a play date any longer. And if he was honest with himself, as he carefully wrapped the Christmas lights they’d bought just for their sub, something he would have declared impossible a month ago, he’d known there was something different in her after the few hours they’d spent talking. Just after the auction, he knew. Jack knew. B
ut they pretended the underlying spark wasn’t there.

  Dane stopped from neatly arranging the wrapped lights into their large bag. He looked toward the heavy sofa where Hayley lay wrapped in the well-worn soft blanket. It was theirs, not one of the generic ones from the club. And now it would smell of her excitement and the light spray of citrus cologne she used after her shower. It would hold her scent as firmly as she’d come to hold their senses captive. Without even trying.

  He shook his head, his gaze catching on Jack’s as he cleaned up the equipment they’d used and put things back in their places. Cloths were tossed into the laundry bin and they met at the sofa. Hands were up without thinking for a quick rock-paper-scissors before Jack nodded and lifted Hayley from the sofa and settled with her on his lap. Her legs stretched out toward Dane, who lifted them and sunk into the caressing cushions of the sofa with them.

  Hayley murmured something. Neither heard what she was trying to say, but each smiled at the soft sigh she released as she shifted slightly to the side and snuggled into Jack. Her fingers were curled around the edges of the blanket. The once neat braid now hung very loosely over her shoulder. Dane knew he was responsible for the disheveled look and he also knew she didn’t mind how rough they were with her.

  Their girl was far tougher than she let anyone see.

  “It would never be the same,” Jack said after a long quiet surrounded them. Oh, the noise of the club was still pulsing with the music and people, but in their little corner of it, it was just the three of them.

  “Wondering if another sub would meet what we need?” Dane guessed with a deep breath. He nodded. “I know.”

  “No one said it would be easy.”

  “The relatives?”

  “Yeah…after the last…she isn’t going to back down,” Jack said softly, the confidence he had in their sub something warm and pulsing. Or that could be the residual effects of the incredible orgasm he went through. For a long, long few seconds, it literally felt like his heart had stopped; everything and nothing echoed in his head all at the same time.

  Their conversation drifted in the peaceful aftermath of their play. Noises continued around them, but for the three of them, it seemed like a quiet little bubble.

  Hayley stirred, sighed and snuggled against a very nicely smelling chest. She breathed in deeply, rubbing her cheek against the cloth beneath it.

  “We should get going,” Dane said from somewhere around her.

  “We need to get her at least street legal before we can take her home.”

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  She smiled into the chest that rumbled when he spoke. Jack. “She could get up and dress herself so we could go home,” she suggested drowsily. She had no idea how long they’d allowed her to doze. It felt good. Relaxed and limber. And just a little stingy. An aftereffect of their flogging and that danged crop Jack liked. She kept meaning to peek into the mirror and see if he left his imprint.

  “You’re awake.” Dane said flatly.

  “Hmm…I learned all about the high tensile strength of steel cables and the bad effects of northwest rains on some types of concrete,” she repeated from their conversations.

  Jack laughed, kissed the top of her head and lifted her to the cushions before standing up. “Then get dressed and let’s go home.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she answered, hesitating only a second before shrugging the blanket to fall behind her and standing up. She reached for the dress that lay neatly on the chair in front of them and dropped it over her head. Her hands wrestled with the long hair, removing the band at the end and raking two sets of fingers through the strands until they were smooth.

  Hayley jumped when the large hands gripped her behind, keeping her dress from falling correctly. She looked over her shoulder to see the top of Jack’s head and to feel a set of teeth bite into one of her cheeks. She yelped, but didn’t move until he stood upright, winking at her.

  “Just fascinated by that gorgeous ass,” he told her, helping the dress slide down her body.

  Hayley’s gaze shot to Dane who offered a casual shrug before hefting their bag on his shoulder and moving to stand behind her.

  “Put the girl’s dress down and get her jacket,” Dane laughed, his head shaking. He watched Jack smooth the dress over the plumb, bare behind. Jack released an exaggerated sigh and took the jacket from Dane’s shoulder. Dane pulled his keys free and began walking after Hayley slipped her heels into place.

  “I keep waiting to get used to you guys,” she murmured as she walked with them toward the exit. People smiled and some spoke, telling them good night; some greeted Jack and Dane by name and she was more than positive she saw envy on a few faces. Male and female.

  “Our main task is to keep you unbalanced and enthralled so you don’t trade us in for someone new,” Jack said with a teasing grin when she looked over her shoulder at him, her mouth opening and closing rapidly. He winked at her and laughed. “I will never get tired of the colors you can manage when you flush, pet. It’s beautiful.”

  She turned to the front quickly, her gaze down to watch where she walked just a few steps ahead of them. The words whispered softly around in a mind still floating in that special place they’d taken her. Trade them in…her sigh was soft. No one could compare for her after them. But they also didn’t appear in any big hurry to go off somewhere, either.

  Use a little logic, she chastised mildly.

  “You’re coming to my house?” She asked, her head swiveling as they approached the large truck.

  “Unless you don’t want us there,” Dane said simply, the keys in his hand and the sound of the locks opening chirping in the night silence around them.

  “You don’t like the Christmas stuff,” she reminded them mildly.

  “We’re adapting,” Jack told her, lifting her into the back seat. “Buckle up. Damn…winter…get that heater fired up,” he growled, closing the door and climbing into the front. He watched their bag of play things settled beside her before Dane joined him in the front, behind the wheel.

  “It’s okay, you know. I don’t mind your house.” She buckled the seatbelt and looked from one to the other in front of her.

  “You’d miss your season,” Dane said.

  “I would…” she waited, pulling the edges of her jacket closer before pulling the soft blanket from inside the bag and wrapping it around her legs and body. “Oh…this is so nice and soft…”

  “It’s yours when we play,” Jack said, nodding to himself. “We found it yesterday for you.”

  “Thank you…” she looked from one profile to the other. She wasn’t sure if it was actually both of them who disliked the holiday or just one. Jack. “Did something bad happen? To make you not care much for Christmas, I mean.”

  “It’s mostly him,” Dane said, the chuckle he offered low. “It’s not really the fault of the season…”

  “It’s family,” Jack said, scowling over at his friend.

  “We were about fifteen when we met,” Dane began, driving slowly through traffic to the highway south. “My folks moved into the neighborhood and I started at the new school that fall.”

  “We met in chemistry,” Jack recalled. “Both of us were fascinated by chemicals and what they could do. Things just kind of clicked after that. Gaming, sports…”

  “You don’t agree on everything,” she said, slightly chiding and teasing.

  “No. No, we do not,” Dane agreed, chuckling again and winking at her in the mirror. “But on most of the key things, we compromise and work well together.”

  “What does your meeting have to do with Christmas?” Hayley prompted, her curiosity getting the better of her. Heat had begun to permeate the truck insides and she leaned into the corner, wrapped snugly in the warm blanket.

  “People started making leaps,” Jack said after a long pause. “No one said anything out right to us, but we heard the rumors and laughed them off. We dated and had girlfriends through high school and college. Our families had a big celebrati
on at graduation. We’d been involved in ROTC and would be going straight into the Army two days after graduation.”

  “Together,” Dane continued, his head shaking at the memory. “I kept telling him to shrug it off. We knew the truth, but…he’s bull-headed.”

  “It pissed me off. Our family should have listened to us, not the fucking rumors.”

  “You graduated over Christmas,” Hayley guessed, the hard tone of Jack’s voice making her want to reach out and sooth the anger there.

  “We did,” Dane confirmed. “And several of our relatives went out of their way to make it a joint party because they believed we were a life couple, not just friends.”

  “A…” Hayley blinked, looked from one to the other and snapped her mouth closed. “They didn’t believe you when you told them?”

  “They didn’t believe us,” Jack said flatly. “We’d been dating for years, but some of them had concocted this…idiotic…”

  “As you can tell, it still irks him,” Dane said in the ensuing silence.

  “It was fucking annoying. We went home for Christmas the next year, but it was the same crap all over again so I walked out and won’t go back over the holidays again.”

  “Add to that we had a girl with us the last time…” Dane looked over his shoulder at her. “But she wasn’t strong enough to handle the questions, so she lied.”

  She heard the bitterness, but this time coming from Dane. He had been relaying the story with a hint of humor. Then she thought about the lifestyle and things she’d read. Honesty and communication were the very basis surrounding it all. A lie would ruin the trust.

  “I’m sorry. It sounds like she hurt you both.” She turned her face to the window, staring into the darkness. It explained a bit more than their dislike of the season.

  “Hayley, we don’t dislike Christmas,” Jack told her firmly. “Our relatives…we don’t really dislike them.”

  “You’re angry that they don’t hear the words you say,” she said clearly. “I understand that, believe me.”