Haleigh's Ink

by Jennifer Kacey

  After throwing the vehicle in park, he beat feet inside. The people in the bar and open rooms passed by in a blur.

  Oscar called his name several times but nothing would stop him from getting to the main stage. He pushed his way to the front of the crowd, letting his eyes adjust on the way, but he knew…

  Kyle and Haleigh stood side by side, no less than a foot apart, facing the far wall, their wrists cuffed and bound, attached to a web of restraints above the stage. Kyle’s red back glowed beneath the overhead lights, the color disappearing beneath his leather pants. Haleigh’s ass was a fiery pink, bifurcated by a tiny black thong. The color of her rear cheeks faded to creamy pale skin before meeting the white tank she wore.

  They were both blindfolded.

  Kyle’s shaggy hair tickled his shoulders, while Haleigh’s had been braided and placed over her shoulder. Tiny wisps of hair feathered out of her braid, making her seem a bit disheveled.

  Their shoulders rose and fell as they fought to breathe.

  Jenna manned the controls, but the person wielding dual floggers…

  Nick.

  Dead man walking.

  He whipped his elbows up and away, obviously more than ready to throw added pain in their direction.

  “You touch them again and I will gut you,” spewed from Scott’s mouth before he could stop it. He wasn’t a violent man, not really, but apparently possessive was his middle name when it came to Kyle and Haleigh.

  Nick glanced his way, dismissing him immediately. “They said you wished them luck and left. That means they’re free to play, Mr. Preston.” He prepared to strike again, and in the next heartbeat Scott vaulted onto the stage, snatching one of Nick’s wrists, stepping between him and his play partners.

  “They. Are. Mine.” Scott enunciated for everyone to hear. “I claimed two subs. All the paperwork here states this. Until such a time I officially revoke that right, or have the decision overturned by both the club owners, these two people belong to me.”

  Nick snatched his arm away, getting right in Scott’s face. His words were only loud enough so Scott could hear. “And you belong to them. More than a sheet of paper. More than a simple collar around one of their necks. They trust you. Remember that.”

  Nick sidestepped him, striding over to where Kyle and Haleigh were bound.

  “For the record, do you, Kyle, and you, Haleigh, both agree to Master Scott taking over the…demonstration?”

  Scott held his ground, along with his lungful of air, thinking the words sounded very much like marriage vows.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, please,” they answered together.

  Damn straight.

  Nick nodded once and didn’t even try to hide his smirk on the way down the stairs.

  Scott refocused on the two people who meant more to him than anyone else alive. He circled them silently, making them wait for the first sweet caress or fiery swat.

  He stopped in front them, shaking with need. He glanced at the collar Kyle wore, and then ran his fingers across the leather. “Will any Dom be enough? Was I just a cock and a flogger to you?” He yanked them both forward by their hair ’til they were so close they’d be able to smell his breath mint.

  “I love you,” Haleigh admitted. “You and Kyle are all I want. I’m sorry for doing this, this way. It didn’t feel right with Nick. It was all wrong. But it was the only way to show you how important you are.”

  Kyle added, “There is no us without you.”

  Such simple words but it was all he needed to hear.

  “I want you both. Love you both.” His voice deepened and he spoke through the emotion lacing his words. “I was scared to be happy. Freaked out when I’m normally completely grounded in the here and now. Worried you didn’t need me anymore since you found each other. I wanted to leave before you could. Either of you. I couldn’t bear it, to be without you. I am proud to be your Dom.”

  Kyle smiled, cocking his head to the side, topping from the bottom better than Scott had seen from him. “Simon says…prove it.”

  Scott was glad they were blindfolded. He wiped his eyes, overwhelmed with the sincere trust and love for the two people willing to give themselves to him. After he abandoned them, they still believed in him.

  He’d never run from their love again.

  “Damn, the two of you are going to be a handful.” He grabbed an ass cheek on each of them, biting them one after the other on the neck rough enough to leave a mark. Haleigh sucked in air, moaning through the exhale.

  Kyle’s hard cock strained sideways beneath his leather pants. Scott rubbed it, loving the way the tendons in Kyle’s neck flexed. Fighting to keep silent turned him on, when he knew all Kyle wanted to do was shout. He flicked the top button open, reaching inside, jacking him with a tight fist. He squeezed his balls then pinched the sensitive tangle of nerves beneath the head. Kyle broke out in a sweat, but gritted his teeth through it. His cock felt like steel. It was thicker and longer than he’d ever seen it and Scott couldn’t fucking wait to put it to use.

  He forced the zipper past his erection, shoving his pants to his ankles, his dick bounced up against his stomach, making Scott’s mouth water. He kicked his feet apart as far as they could go. “Keep them there,” he demanded. Unable to stop himself, he licked Kyle’s balls and then the shaft from root to tip, sucking the crown in, swirling his tongue around the flared edge. Kyle’s mouth hung open by the time Scott stood, but to Kyle’s credit he remained silent.

  “What is your safe word if you can’t speak?”

  Kyle swallowed then snapped his fingers.

  “Good.” Scoot pulled a gag from a package in one of the side cabinets, placing the phallic tip against Haleigh’s bottom lip. “Lick it, princess.” She daintily dabbed the tip of her tongue against the surface, not knowing what she would find. She figured out real quick it resembled a small shaft. She laid the flat of her tongue against it and licked it like an ice cream cone.

  Scott grabbed the nape of her neck and slammed his lips down on hers. He thrust his tongue inside, tasting her like he wanted to be eating her sexy snatch. By the time he withdrew, her body quivered with arousal.

  The cock on the gag wasn’t very long, but enough for what he needed. He worked the dildo beside her panties and slid it inside her in one exquisitely slow thrust.

  He shafted her with it, varying the speed and depth to keep her off-balance. She was unable to stay still and shadow fucked the gag on every stroke.

  “I’ve got a treat for you, Kyle. From both of us.” He withdrew the gag from Haleigh’s core, stuffing it into Kyle’s mouth and latching it in place behind his head. The groan he’d been trying so hard to keep trapped broke free. Electricity sizzled up Scott’s spine, sucking him further into top space. “Suck it. Show me what you want to do to my dick whenever you earn it again.”

  Kyle’s cheeks hallowed out around the toy, sucking Haleigh’s juices off the surface. He swallowed and another sigh seeped out. Haleigh responded in kind, making Scott’s dick pound beneath his jeans. He kept them on, knowing full well it wouldn’t take five heartbeats to lose his control once his cock was free.

  Haleigh wheezed beside him, her pretty panties soaked clean through. He ripped the seams and she cried out, desperately rubbing her thighs together, searching for enough friction to get herself off. He shoved her panties in his pocket on the way to retrieve an ankle spreader.

  He latched her ankles in, then dug his thumbs up along her inner thighs. He tugged her slick pussy open, tonguing her clit, sucking it between his teeth.

  He abruptly stood, fisting Kyle’s shaft, milking him until precum leaked from the slit at the top. The liquid was too precious to waste so he gathered it up on the tips of two fingers, smearing it with his thumb.

  Haleigh twitched with pent-up sexual need, and he stuffed them into her slick core.

  “Mmm…” rumbled through her.

  He swiped his thumb over her sensitive nub. “Do you want to come, princess?”
He whispered it in the ear closest to Kyle. “Your tight pussy keeps sucking them back in each time I take them out.”

  Kyle’s cock jerked at his words, taunting Scott, just out of reach. “Come here, Kyle.” Kyle got close enough and he grabbed his cock, maneuvering Haleigh at the same time until they faced one another. He made sure they were close enough so he could tuck the head of Kyle’s shaft into Haleigh’s tiny slit.

  They all groaned at the contact and Scott’s dick jerked as if it had touched her. He parted Haleigh’s labia, exposing her clit, then rubbed Kyle’s cock against it. Kyle’s pelvis jerked to get closer and Scott slapped him on the ass.

  “Ffhhuuck,” slipped past the gag.

  “Like the feel of my hand heating your ass or the feel of her clit on your dick better?” He smacked him again several times, then stroked his cock along the lips of her sex.

  Kyle shuddered, sucking in oxygen, unable to answer, but it was a rhetorical question.

  He jerked Kyle forward another inch and tucked him inside Haleigh’s creamy slit. “Don’t move, either of you.” He gripped Haleigh’s chin and smeared a tiny bit of her pussy juice on her bottom lip. She licked it off, swiping his thumb in the process. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” was her breathy answer.

  Kyle’s thighs and torso shook with arousal. The need to get inside her was overriding all of his training and Scott fucking loved it. “What about you, Kyle? You thought topping from the bottom was a good idea. Can you prove to me you’re the obedient submissive I’ve trained you to be? Can you control the urge to pound inside her because I tell you to?”

  A single nod of his head sent blood rushing to Scott’s dick, immersing him in top space. He bit Kyle’s bottom lip, nipping at the flesh around the gag.

  Scott circled them, dragging the tips of his fingers along Haleigh’s side, across her back. Scott touched Kyle’s hip. He stiffened, sucking on the dick gag.

  “Count.”

  “Count what, Sir?” Haleigh asked.

  “You’ll know.”

  Scott grabbed two short, three-foot single-tail whips and waited.

  It was inevitable. Haleigh would break first. She was new and didn’t understand how to process the sensations coursing through her bloodstream. The anticipation of what he would do was almost as sensual as the caress itself.

  What better way to teach her than to feed his inner sadist, and their inner masochists?

  Training them reminded him of a naughty version of Disneyland. He couldn’t choose what ride he wanted to go on first.

  As soon as she started to fidget, he lashed the end of one whip across the high, round globe of her ass. It connected, pushing a startled yip from her. More due to the unexpected gesture than any real pain, he suspected. He was going easy on her.

  He cleared his throat.

  “One, Sir. One,” came her tense count.

  Instead of standing perfectly still like Scott expected, Kyle shuddered when Haleigh moved. She rode his cock, rubbing her clit against his shaft.

  He struck them both on the thigh right beneath the crease of each ass he wanted to lick.

  “Two…” she squeaked.

  “Count Kyle’s along with your own. He’s a bit tied up, you understand.”

  “Umm…three?”

  The subspace in her brain was seeping into the synapses, making it difficult for her to concentrate. Scott couldn’t think of anything sexier. She clutched the ropes attached to her wrist cuffs, her hands constantly moving, trying to distract herself from her urge to move against Kyle.

  Scott flicked the single tail across Kyle’s flank three times. He jerked on each strike, making Haleigh whimper.

  “Fourfivesix.” They all ran together in one harsh explosion of sound.

  He threw past Haleigh’s body at the perfect distance, wrapping her torso with the whip. She cried out as the leather kissed the skin still covered by her tank top.

  “Oh God… I didn’t know it would be like this. Please, Scott. Please…”

  He stuffed the whip handles in his back pockets, grabbing the safety knife he always carried with him. He cut the straps on her tank top, split the clingy material right along the middle, letting it fall to the ground at her feet.

  “You are mine.” He palmed her breasts, her abdomen, down to her pussy where she ground her wet sex against Kyle’s dick. “Your body is exquisite and I want to see it while I punish you. While I love you. I won’t let you hide anymore.”

  He moved away, letting everything else but the three of them slowly disappear. It was no longer about the count, or training. All there was between them was pleasure.

  He threw simultaneously. A flick against Kyle’s ass. A strike along Haleigh’s thigh. Wrapping the short lengths around their bodies until neither of them could keep from humping on each thrash.

  “Can I come, Sir?” Haleigh begged. Her ass flexed in time with Kyle’s as she fought for her release.

  Scott coiled the whips together in one tight fist, stepping behind her, crowding in close and digging his erection into her rear. He hugged her tightly, using the hand that held the whips, and grabbed Kyle’s shaft with the other. He forced Haleigh harder onto his erection as he pumped into her over and over.

  Kyle shook his head, fighting impending release.

  “Come, Haleigh. Come on his cock.”

  She stood on her tiptoes, leaning her head on his shoulder, balancing against Scott’s body, relying on him to keep her safe.

  “Come, princess, and make it loud.” He nipped her ear.

  The breath she sucked in stopped his heart. She stiffened, pumping her clit against Kyle’s dick. Scott still held it tightly and that thought alone got her off.

  “Oh God…” she screamed. “I’m coming…”

  Her body was a live wire. Thrashing. Fighting his hold, the bindings on her wrist, and still writhing on Kyle’s cock.

  Scott held on tight, relishing her release. She was pure sensation. Exquisite in her pleasure. Each moan, each gasp was perfect.

  Her orgasm rushed through her and with each wave she cried out his name.

  It was a prayer, an oath, a promise. She fed his soul with light, creating him anew.

  He licked her shoulder, nipping at her neck until her spine deflated. He hauled her off and nearly came. Kyle’s cock dripped with her wetness.

  He looked at Jenna, still manning the controls. “Haleigh only.” She slowly lowered the ring her cuffs were tied to. When Haleigh’s knees buckled he helped her kneel and sit back on her heels. He untied the cuffs from the ring and unlatched them. He removed her blindfold, but she kept her lids closed. A soft smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

  “Don’t move,” Scott ordered Haleigh as he tried to keep his desire in check.

  “Mmm…” was the only response he heard from her.

  “Now Kyle,” he directed at Jenna.

  She lowered his ring and Scott made quick work of his bindings, gag and blindfold.

  Kyle’s intense baby-blues flashed open and latched onto Haleigh kneeling before him. His fist went to his cock and Scott was sure he didn’t even realize he’d switched to a Dom as soon as the blindfold came off.

  “Move your hair, Butterfly,” Kyle commanded. Without hesitation or self-consciousness she brushed her braid over her shoulder, baring herself to them.

  Scott whipped off his shirt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, fishing his hard-on out. He groaned as he cupped his balls, rolling them between his fingers, then stroked his stiff muscle. “Face us.”

  She blinked, her pupils huge, focusing on the two men and what she did to them. Her eyes latched on to Kyle’s groin and she jerked, gazing up at him. She moved closer, but it wasn’t for his cock. She brushed his inner thigh, where Scott had tattooed the butterfly years ago. Her other palm went unmistakably to the spot on her leg where her light birthmark resided.

  “I’m your ink? The one Scott said reminded you of someone you loved. Long ago?”

>   Kyle nodded, still pumping his dick. “I’ve loved you since we met. I was just too scared to tell you.”

  Tears overflowed Haleigh’s lower lids, but she whisked them away.

  “Offer your tits to us, Butterfly. Cup them, present them. We’re gonna come all over them, because you’re ours.”

  “Up on your knees,” Scott added. “I wanna see those beautiful handfuls.”

  “Yes, Sirs,” she consented and followed their directions.

  On her knees, staring up at them, Scott was blown away by her beauty. He fisted his cock, twisting on the upstroke, cursing as he came. The first thick rope of cum splashed onto her breast close to her hand. She jumped and sighed, running her thumb in his semen, rubbing it into her skin.

  Kyle’s hoarse shout connected the three of them and he came on her other breast. Thick stripes of white crisscrossed her chest and she rubbed each one in.

  Scott pumped his shaft, marking her, owning her. He’d never felt more powerful.

  Haleigh leaned forward, licking the rest of the release from each of the shafts. Her hum of pleasure undid him.

  Kyle fell to his knees in front of her, covering her hands over her breasts with his own. They didn’t move, didn’t speak.

  “Fuck,” Scott whispered, emotion clogging his throat.

  The image of submission and dominance they made would forever be burned into his mind. They dominated his heart. His soul. And he willingly gave up all control.

  Chapter Fourteen

  A little while later they showered together. There wasn’t a lot of talking, but they washed and loved each other.

  After they dried off, Scott placed a towel over the seat of the toilet then sat naked on top. Haleigh stood between his spread thighs and he made her mouth water. She caught sight of his cock piercing he had taunted her with the first night at Inkfluence. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her lips around it but before she could, he faced her toward Kyle, who’d stood behind her.

  Scott maneuvered her to sit on his thighs, forcing her legs on either side of his. He widened his legs, baring her pretty pussy to Kyle. Scott nibbled down the column of her neck, running his hands up her inner thighs, tugging at the mound of her sex until delicious anticipation raced beneath her skin. Her breathing became shallow and tight.