Independence: #4 Hayley (15 page)

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.”

Hayley wasn’t sure what to expect. She watched when he lifted her to the floor and slid next to Jack on the cushiony sofa. Dane spread his knees and nudged Jack until he mimicked his position.

“Tell us what you want, Hayley.” Dane instructed.

“Oh…um…” she had been holding the blanket, but now one hand opened and let the end trail to the floor. She looked form one to the other. “Your shirts…please take them off?”

“I think our sub is a little baffled,” Jack said with a laugh. His hands tugged and pulled until the t-shirt he wore came over his head. Dane was still working the buttons down the front of his shirt when Jack tossed his to the bag of toys that sat to the side. Firelight glowed behind her, highlighting the curves and everything in between.

The soft swelling of her pussy hadn’t gone down, but then Jack doubted their cocks had receded completely, either. And now, with the prospect of more play on the horizon, his was definitely alert and considering the possibilities. Her nipples were pink and already wrinkling as she looked from one to the other.

When Dane finally shrugged his shirt down his arms, he gestured for her to come forward. “One knee on either side, Hayley. And you do realize this will most likely lead to another round of sex.”

If she objected there wasn’t a word said as she followed instructions. She slid one knee in between each of theirs, the blanket she had been clinging to dropped behind her on the floor. Naked wasn’t bothering her now. Partly because there were a lot of similar people wandering through and around where they sat. Scenes were going on all around them and the sounds of moans and screams only managed to heighten her senses.

And make her horny when she really believed that itch was scratched for at least a month. What was it about these two men that took her arousal from disinterest to peaked in minutes? She wasn’t ready to label it more than lust. Well past its time lust. Plain and simple.

Her gaze lowered to the front of Dane’s jeans and then moved to Jack’s.

“Neither of you seems opposed to the idea of additional encounters,” she said softly, one hand up and stroking lightly over each chest. That was what she wanted. To feel. To touch the muscles she’d glimpsed and watched move when they’d been together. “You have beautiful chests.”

“Huh…that’s usually our line,” Jack said, too aware that his teeth were aching to be the aggressor, not just a bystander.

“Is this what you wanted, Hayley? We’re open to your touch…” Dane said clearly. “What else do you want?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she leaned forward, her mouth cruising along Jack’s shoulder to his throat in a series of kisses and bites until she was close enough to kiss him. She thought he was surprised, but recovered quickly. He turned slightly toward her, his hand up and tangling in the long hair.

“I want you…” she whispered against Jack’s mouth seconds before she repeated the movements along Dane’s shoulder. When her mouth settled over his, three groans mingled with the steam rising from them. “I want you both. I want more of what you’ve shown me.”

Chapter Thirteen

“Our girl is hungry…” Jack murmured, his hands sliding along the silky skin until he had one palm covering an ass cheek and the other pinching a tight pink nipple.

Dane groaned when her mouth left his and nipped lightly down his throat.

“Our girl is hot as hell…” He growled, his hand sliding over the cheek of her ass and down to the crease. He slipped his fingers into her pussy and collected the moisture on them. Then he stroked it over the tight, closed little rosebud. He glanced over at Jack with a little nod that was immediately understood.

Jack wrapped one hand in her hair and pulled her mouth to his. While he was plummeting the heated depths, their tongues acting as swiftly flying foils, Dane played with her ass.

The soft mewls and slight jerk of her body told her Dane had breached the tight rim of her ass and was stroking steadily. Gradually, she relaxed into the kiss and play. He used his free hand to cup one breast, tweaking and pinching until the nipple was aroused and bright pink.

Jack released her mouth and raised her just enough for his mouth to cover the aching nipple. When his teeth nipped against her skin, her body arched sharply. Both men watched the orgasm sweep through her. The color tinting her skin in a bright flush as she screamed. Her head was thrown back, long hair shimmering in the firelight as her body twitched and jerked. He looked down to see Dane’s hand covering her mound. Fingers were thrusting and he guessed they were occupying both openings at once.

“You get the mouth this time,” Dane informed him, lifting Hayley to her feet and making her kneel on the sofa. Her head came to rest against Jack’s thigh for a quiet moment.