Independence: #4 Hayley (30 page)

“I’m thinking she needs a bit more shocking,” Dane remarked, standing up and tapping the remote in his hand. He knew it was working when her body gave a little jump; her eyes went wide and those luscious full lips parted for a gasp. “Blindfold her, Jack. We need to take away one of her senses so she stays focused on us.”

“What are you pinching me…oh, god, oh god…” her head fell forward and she clenched the muscles of her lower body. How did they manage to find spots on her that tingled when she had no idea they were there to begin with??

“Hmm…subs that ask questions…”

“Negotiations…” she whispered hoarsely, another tiny pinch making her squirm as another set of hands slipped that…cursed…blindfold over her head and onto her eyes. She’d almost twisted enough to see what he was doing.

It was Jack kissing her. She knew their kisses. She knew their techniques and loved them both. Each one made her feel alive and pulled her into their own private world. He pulled a low, hungry groan from inside her somewhere. Something that made her gasp when his mouth left hers and bit along her throat.

“We want to hear you scream, pet…and the pinching…a pretty decoration with just a little snap ‘n sting to it,” he told her. She could hear the amusement and arousal in his voice. She could feel his cock pressing against her hip and knew it spurred on the already wringing wet parts between her thighs.

“Sir…please…”

“I think she’s wanting more, Dane,” Jack said with a chuckle before moving away.

She swore she could feel him. His heat; his energy. No. Not just his. Their energy. Both men were constantly touching her; stroking along her thighs, over her stomach and over a nipple. Not heavily. Just enough to make her squirm and silently demand more.

That part was a little puzzling. She wasn’t used to so much sensation; so many orgasms. So much energy and exotic feelings coursing through her. And their whispering told her there was more to come.

Pardon the pun, she told herself with a loose little giggle.

She really disliked being unable to see. And they knew it. Every couple seconds a new pinching happened; every couple seconds she felt a bit warmer and squirmed. As much as humanly possible since she was a bit tied up at the moment.

Another giggle followed.

“Check her hands,” Dane ordered, his lips next to her ear. “Alright there, baby?”

“Yes, Sirs…never felt better, Sirs…” She worked to swallow the next giggle at the silence. Instead of a giggle, a low moan broke free when another tiny pinch happened. A lot lower than her breasts. And a lot more tender. Her hips wiggled. Another pinch and just a slow subtle stroke over her clit.

Damn Doms.

Chapter Thirty-One

“Let’s hear your appreciation, pet,” Jack whispered from behind her, his hand stroking down the smooth skin to her clit. He tapped the button for the vibrator with his other hand before taking a firm grasp on the single cord dangling at her middle.

“I can’t remember being this fuckin’ hard before,” Dane growled from the other side, his hands circling her breasts. Fingers zeroed in on the aroused, rosy nipples and squeezed. Jack jerked the cord at the same time Dane flicked her nipples.

“Oh, god oh god, oh god!” Her scream ripped through them both. Her body went stiff and her hands were gripping the metal ring so hard, her knuckles were white. Jack remained close to her, releasing the strap on the vibrator and letting it fall silently to the floor. They’d laid out a sheet for the very reason of catching things, like their specially rigged clothes pins and the vibrator.

He snatched the flannel sheet from behind him and wrapped it around her at the same time Dane moved to lower the rigging above her head.

“Itchy,” Hayley murmured, twisting and squirming against him. “Oh, god…I don’t think my knees work…”

“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. But 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.