Independence: #4 Hayley (29 page)

While the men gave a cursory glance toward the scene, their attention was definitely on the red corset, long damn legs encased in stockings and the long honey colored hair she’d released. There was something sweetly sensuous and almost innocent the way the long waves curled over her bare shoulders, arms and down her back.

Dane took the cookie from her hand and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully before handing it to Jack.

“Angel’s a good cook,” Jack remarked after his second bite. “Curious, little sub?”

“What is it?” She whispered without shifting her gaze from the young man being…she wasn’t sure how to describe it to herself. The Domme was attaching brightly colored clothes pins along his body. Up one side and down the other, and to each clip, a string with knots had been strung through the holes.

“It’s called a zipper,” Jack answered. “I like calling them firecrackers, though.”

Some of the places the woman attached the clips…Hayley shivered. Some there was barely a piece of skin for it to cling to; others, it held and bit down hard but the man barely moved. She could see his chest rising and falling sharply now and then, though.

“Firecrackers?” Hayley was about to look away when the Domme gave a very sharp and firm pull on the thin cord in her hand. Hayley jumped, yelped and two hands flew to her mouth. Her feet stumbled backward and her body thumped into Jack and Dane. Hands were up and on her waist, stabilizing her and holding her in place, her attention back on the couple. “Oh, my god…” the whisper came out after the man shouted.

“Now you know why I call them firecrackers,” Jack said, turning her and guiding her through the various scenes toward the large corner they’d reserved.

“I think I feel interest in our girl,” Dane remarked with a chuckle. Hayley’s head had snapped up, eyes still wide and her head swiveling from one to the other before remembering her behavior.

“I know I saw it on her face,” Jack answered, aware that she wasn’t focused when he stopped them just outside the area they’d set up. “Hayley?”

She’d shifted to looking down until he said her name. Her head was about to turn, but her eyes landed on the blinking lights in front of her. Christmas lights were strung around the eight foot square space, tacked to the beams above her and tracing the back of the small sofa, cheerfully outlining the area for the season.

“I…you…” she closed her mouth, looking from one to the other. Her expressions went from confused to disbelief and finally settled. Tears flowed over the remnants of the mascara she’d applied after the recital and down her cheeks.

“Not sure I expected that reaction,” Dane said very slowly.

“They’re happy tears,” Jack interpreted quietly. He stepped closer and turned her to face him. “Tell Dane they’re happy tears, Hayley.”

“You did this for me,” she whispered, awe in her voice. She went to her toes and kissed him softly. “Thank you,” she said, turning and repeating the action with Dane.

“The evening is far from over, pet,” Dane responded after clearing his throat. He took her hands and turned her to face the center. His hands went to her shoulders and he moved to stand behind her. “Look up. I want you beneath that big steel ring. I want your hands up and wrapped around it,” he leaned into her throat and bit down on the arched tendon. “Just like you wrap those hot little fingers around our cocks, Hayley.”

He felt the shiver race through her body; a soft but instant sup of air went through her lips when he whispered the last part of his instructions.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered, bare feet traveling the short distance to the center of the space. She ignored the funny feeling in the middle of her stomach and the tear that eased free now and then when lights of all colors sparkled and glittered around her. The reflection caught her eye no matter where she looked or which direction she faced.

There were enough mirrors in the large dungeon to constantly remind her.

They did this for her.

Her arms rose and long, slim fingers that shook a little with the thought wrapped around the thick stainless steel ring. It was cold beneath her palm but she really didn’t care.

The colorful lights sparkled in her eyes and Dane’s when he moved around her. He stopped in front of her, the dark blue of his eyes smiling despite the stern expression on his face. She pulled her emotions into line and focused, her fingers tightening around the solid ring.

“Jack is at your feet. He’s going to position a safety bench beneath your feet and tap them to position you on the bench. Don’t release the ring, Hayley.”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered immediately, the firm hands on her feet guiding her until she felt the scratchy pads that prevented slipping beneath her feet. It was solid and Jack positioned her feet slightly apart and patted the tops before rising and striding to the closed bag sitting on the chair to her left.

How she could have forgotten Dane, she didn’t know until the ring was raised slightly, an action that would have pulled her off her feet without the bench. She worked to keep them both positioned in her mind. And keeping track of two Doms was not going to be an easy thing, especially since she couldn’t see behind her. The one time she tried twisting her head to see, a very sharp rap of something snapped across her bare behind.

She yelped.

“I didn’t say you could move,” Jack told her sternly.

“No, Sir!”

Jack held a large wrapped section of fine hemp rope, dyed a deep blood red. He stood close to her side and released the cord until it fell to the floor. Keeping her fingers separated, he quickly and adeptly wrapped the cord around her hands, the ring and down her wrists, binding them together.

“Too tight, pet?”

Her fingers wiggled experimentally. “No, Sir.”

She so wanted to move. She wanted to look down and see what the thing was being attached to her ankles. When she heard metal on metal clang, she closed her eyes and took in several long, slow breaths.

“Do you trust us, Hayley?” Dane’s voice broke into the silence she’d erected around herself. Her head snapped up and the words were out without having to think about them.

“Yes, Sirs,” she said softly, amazed at how very true they were to her. She really didn’t have anything concrete to base the words upon. But she knew they were genuine.

“I know it’s a bit disconcerting to be unable to see what’s being done,” Dane continued from just below her knees. “But if anything is done that makes you panic, tell us and we’ll stop and explain.”

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed slowly. “Thank you, Sir.”

Should she worry? A part of her said it was well past the time for worry. She’d allowed them into not only her body, but her life and heart. Moisture burned in her eyes when she stared at the sparkling lights that blinked off and on and surrounded her. Something in their color and nearness told her she was safe. Not only safe: cherished.

Just for herself.

Not for what she could possibly provide monetarily. Not as a trophy on someone’s arm. As a friend and partner.

To two men, whispered a voice that quivered slightly. She’d listened to the voice telling her it was impossible. It had seemed impossible to love one man. Until it happens. But to feel such strong emotions for two…

And have your grandmother tell you she understood…

Her voice ripped through the wide open dungeon.

Her head snapped up and her eyes scanned the area. Jack stood in front of her, scowling while another very sharp smack struck her behind. By the time the next four smack struck, her voice was just as sharp and loud.

“Are you back with us, sub?” Jack demanded, his voice flat and unhappy.

“I’m sorry,” came the whispered response. “I was…”

“You weren’t here with us, Hayley,” Dane said simply. “And we not only take it personal, but we know it’s our fault,” he said with a sigh. His hands circled her waist and a small cool feeling something touched the panel of her panties. “We owe you some panties,” he said, the feeling of a cool, slim surface run along the joint between her leg and body.

The stretchy lace fell away and her eyes widened a little. Then she felt a tiny, smooth something pressing against her clit. Her body froze. She knew what it was and she dared look down to see the scowl on Dane’s face.

“No…” she whispered, the softest of quivers in her voice. But she made just enough of a sound for Dane to look into her eyes.

“It doesn’t look like this little sweet spot is going to cooperate…I might need to encourage it a bit,” Dane said with a low chuckle that matched the one from Jack. “While you’re busy playing with your ropes…”

“Hey…we each have our own triggers,” Jack tossed back without hesitating.

“Ain’t it the truth,” Dane replied softly, his breath tickling over the tiny clit that wasn’t quite the size he wanted before he applied the little vibrator. “I’ll hold her still while you practice your swings.”

Hayley really wanted to ask what swings until she felt the first snap of a dozen thick leather straps across her behind. Her body lurched forward and froze in place when Dane’s mouth touched her inner thigh.

“I wouldn’t move around too much, pet…” Dane warned. “This is going to get very sensitive before the night is over,” he promised with a sharp bite.

Her gasp was loud, her body reacting even while her brain tried telling herself not to move.

Chapter Thirty

Dane bit his way along her inner thigh. He knew without a doubt, her mind was not wandering away from their scene now. His tongue flicked out and his nostrils twitched as the sweet and tangy scent of Hayley assaulted his senses. His cock was at full alert, but then it was always half aware when the three of them played. Or even the thought of play found its way into his thoughts.

He knew Jack was the same, but usually for different reasons. It was why they fit so well together and something they found amazing about Hayley. She fit them both for different reasons and yet was a strong, independent woman who could hold her own in the world around them.

He dragged his tongue very slowly along the outer labia, biting down and savoring the heat and sounds from their sub. Her low moans and gasps ignited the fire coursing through all of them.

Jack stopped the rhythmic flogging and bent to tighten the rope at the corner of the spreader they had fastened to her ankles. She was now suspended above the floor by the ring in the ceiling and the ropes binding her wrists in place and her hands on the stainless steel ring.

He stepped back and appraised the tautly strung woman.

“Looks like you have your very own Christmas star.”

Jack turned toward the appreciative voice, his head nodding a greeting. “We do…and she’s going to sparkle and explode before we’ve finished with her tonight.”

Hayley shivered. She tried not to. She really tried not to.

But Dane was very good at the oral sex thing. The swipes of his tongue alternated with a sharp nip now and then had her making noises she didn’t know she could make. Her hips moved, thrusting…or trying to push themselves forward for just the right touch.

Then a sound from nearby would lodge in her mind and she’d freeze, remembering where they were. That action only made him bite harder and pull her attention back into their little circle.

“Problems?” Jack asked absently from behind her somewhere.

“I want to hear her scream,” Dane growled, the sound making Hayley gulp when his teeth grazed along her clit. A shiver ran through her.

“Hmm…our little sub is still a bit distracted by the locale…”

Hayley held her breath. She could hear things being moved around behind her, another long moan pulled from deep inside her when Dane began again. She knew it was the sounds of other scenes and people walking past that kept breaking into her thoughts. It hadn’t been so long, but she should be used to the public play by now. And they did enjoy their private time, too. She knew she should be better disciplined…

That’s when the scream was ripped from her lips. Stinging floggers were being worked behind her, up and down her body. After a few repetitions, Dane positioned the vibrating little annoying pink thing over her clit and set it to on. High.

The wall shattered and her reflexes took over.

The scream had no words. Just pure release. Her body went stiff, the sensations from the flogger blending with the pulsing orgasm that radiated through her blood.

“That worked,” Dane said with a chuckle.

His voice sounded like he was down a long, long tunnel, she thought. She tried moving away. Tried keeping Dane from stroking along her side but it didn’t work.

“Have we shocked her system?”

“I’d kick you if I could move,” she growled, her voice barely heard.

But barely was enough to make her men chuckle and return their attention to her body. Her eyes were closed, but she could feel tiny little pinches.

“I love having a bratty sub…” Jack chuckled and stepped close behind her. His hands stroked along her sides until he had one breast in each palm. His teeth grazed her throat. He released her breasts and ran his hands up her arms, gently checking her wrists and fingers. “Still comfortable, pet? Wiggle your fingers for me…” she growled but did as she was told.