Haleigh's Ink (12 page)

Haleigh didn’t know if she repeated the last few words for
her own benefit of Jenna’s.

The blindfold was still in place, forcing her to concentrate
on Jenna’s hypnotic voice and the slightly rough coil of rope being rubbed back
and forth along her stomach.

“Rope can be addictive. Feeling the threads against your
skin can become a high most junkies would give up drugs to have. It can be soft
and sexy or leave welts on you for weeks afterward, depending on who’s tying
you,” she explained, wrapping Haleigh’s torso in length after length of soft
rope.

“Some women and men like it super tight, constricting their
breathing. Others only want to feel pretty. This one is going to be a little
bit of both.”

“How do you know how to do this? Where do you learn
something like this?”

Jenna stopped moving for several seconds then started again.
Her gentle fingers handled the rope as if she’d been doing it for years. Even
without her sight, Haleigh could tell some kind of intricate pattern was taking
shape around her breasts.

“I learned from a Japanese Shibari master almost six years
ago. I fell in love with rope during my time with him.”

“Did you love him?”

Jenna snickered. “He’s about forty years older than I am. He
was kind of like a grandfather to me. I did love him, just not in a sexual
way.”

Before she could ask any more questions, Jenna continued.
“I’m just about done. Let me take off your blindfold so you can see how
tempting you are.”

Jenna removed the satin covering her eyes. Light assaulted
Haleigh’s eyelids, and she squeezed them shut. She blinked rapidly, staring at
Jenna’s handiwork in the mirror in front of her.

She gasped at the beauty of it.

Row upon row of gray silk highlighted her slender waist and
breasts. “It’s beautiful. How’d you weave the rope like that? And so quickly…
I’m like a model.”

“A fetish model no less. Especially tied up so you can’t get
away.” She lowered her arms and untied them before removing the spreader bar.

“I can’t believe I’m not climbing the walls. When you first
put that oil on I would have sold my soul for an orgasm.”

Jenna knelt by her feet and helped Haleigh put on a pair of
white panties. They didn’t look like any panties she’d ever seen before. The
crotch had a small dildo built into them, which Jenna slipped inside her sex,
making her groan.

“Funny thing about that oil. It comes to life again as it
gets warm. When you’re aroused, the more turned-on you get, the hotter it
burns.”

Haleigh’s lips made a tiny smack as her jaw fell open. The
oil heated up around the dildo, making her clit pulse with need. She twitched
her pelvis, but with the dildo in place she couldn’t get enough friction on her
clit.

Jenna stood, releasing Haleigh’s hair from her messy bun.
She fluffed it along her back, smiling at their reflection in the mirror.

“Oh yeah. Wet dream and a half.” She shifted the cuffs
behind her and re-latched them. “Let’s get you to your men. I’m sure they are
more than ready after our little show.”

They rode the elevator, making their way down to the main
bar area. Twenty people sat and stood here and there. Oscar, another familiar
face, tended to things behind the bar. He stopped wiping a towel along the
wood, giving her a naughty grin and a once-over.

Haleigh was too aroused to hide. The day before, she would
have slunk through, trying to find the perfect way to merge wall and flower.

Today, beauty radiated from her in Jenna’s corset. She
couldn’t believe the time and effort she had put into it. Pride filled her as
she stared at a talent she didn’t think she could ever learn.

“You’re going to be one of the most covered-up subs here
tonight but that’s hot. You don’t have to be naked to get attention.”

Haleigh whispered, “My pussy’s quivering. So are my breasts.
I can’t stand still. I could be wearing a trench coat and I’d still feel
naked.”

“A trenchcoat…” Jenna repeated then stopped in her tracks.
“Oh. My. God.”

Haleigh glanced over but she wasn’t staring at her at all.
She was staring at Jackson, the security guy she’d met the first night and this
afternoon as she and Kyle arrived. He stood on the other side of the room
talking to another big guy. She thought his name was Nick.

“You’re a freakin’ genius,” Jenna exclaimed.

“What are you talking about?”

“Let’s get you to your men. I’ve got some matchmaking to
do.”

“You’re scary. You know that?”

Jenna flashed her teeth again and winked at her. “So they
tell me.”

A crowd of people stood inside the main demonstration room,
clustered around the stage. It could have been filled to capacity and Haleigh
would have known exactly where Kyle and Scott were.

They were pretty close to the front, staring right at her.

She couldn’t have stopped her smile if she’d tried.

Scott stood in leather pants and nothing else. He never
glanced away. His focus remained on her, searing her with its intensity. She knew
he was forcing her to see his lust for her. All of her. Even the parts that
she’d been told would make her undesirable.

Kyle handed the monitor to Jenna and she gave him a thin
white device. It looked like a remote control and he slipped it in the pocket
of his leather pants. The collar circling his neck made her pussy twinge and
she moaned low and closed her eyes, trying desperately to get her arousal under
control.

“Have fun,” Jenna whispered in her ear while unlatching her
cuffs. She gave her a peck on the cheek and was gone.

Kyle was behind her, Scott in front, sandwiching her,
tugging a sigh from her at the contact.

“Did you see me with her?” Haleigh asked shyly. The last
thing she wanted was to do something that made either of them disapprove of her.

“Hottest fucking thing I’ve seen in a long time,” Scott
admitted then claimed her mouth, palming her cheeks, angling her head just how
he liked it.

Kyle nipped her neck, grinding his erection against her ass.
“I want audio next time, which I’ve already talked to Chris about. Seeing you
with Jenna, damn, it was intense. No doubt I’d have blown a load being able to
hear what she said to you. What your reactions were. How loud you moaned. Oh,
to be a fly on that wall.”

Haleigh locked onto the dildo, trembling from arousal in a
space full of strangers. They didn’t feel like strangers though. She’d never
felt more at home.

“She didn’t let me come. I’m so close. That cinnamon oil
burns—”

“In the best of ways,” Scott tried to convince her. “I’m
gonna lick it off later, or order Kyle to do it.” Kyle ground against her
backside again as he nibbled on her neck.

“Chris is about to take the stage,” Scott muttered, nipping
her earlobe. “He’s going to be demonstrating a single-tail whip, which is his
specialty.” A coil of leather hanging from Scott’s pants brushed her bare
thigh. “I’ve got a couple new ones I’m dying to try out. We’ll see if you last
’til later.”

“Why, wouldn’t…aye…” Vibration inside her pussy kicked on,
and whatever she was going to say dissolved into arousal.

“Bet Jenna forgot to tell you the special toy we bought for
you also comes with a remote control.” Kyle held up the small remote over her
shoulder, showing her what was going to kill her.

Death by orgasm. What a fantastic way to go.

Chris, the man she’d met at CJ’s, made his way up the steps
on the left side of the stage, stopping in the middle. He had a single-tailed
whip clutched in his fist.

Thankfully, Kyle had some compassion left and switched off
the vibration. Her pierced nipple scraped across the rope when she breathed and
a quiet moan slipped out.

“Consider your whip an extension of your body. You control
it. You are responsible for it. And I can’t stress enough you need to practice
for hours before throwing at another person. The last thing you need is a trip
to the ER because you had no clue what you were doing.” Chris began.

He cracked the whip and her heart stopped.

One of the sexiest sounds she’d ever heard. She clutched
Kyle’s palm and held on to the waistband of Scott’s pants.

“You have to control your speed. If it’s too slow, the
strike won’t connect. Too fast and you’ll tear skin.” He brought it down, the
leather snapping at the end. The biting sound crackled through the room,
creating an intense sexual energy she’d never experienced before.

It was like a dance. An emotional ballet as the leather
floated in the air then cracked inside the room as if it were some kind of
thunder.

It reminded her of an orgasm. All the tension building up
then exploding at the apex of the strike. She watched with supreme
concentration.

“You have to learn your equipment. Master it alone before
you decide to try it on someone else. No Dom can practice enough. I suggest two
to three days a week minimum. And folks, please. Don’t stand in your front yard
in nothing but your birthday suit broadcasting your specific kink.”

A lower murmur of laughter trickled from person to person.
Haleigh moaned instead. Kyle turned the dildo on again. She clamped her teeth
shut, trying to stay quiet.

“Is your pussy wet, Butterfly?” Kyle murmured beside her.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered truthfully.

The vibration inside her core turned her brain to mush. She
leaned against Kyle, latching on to his pants, trying desperately to keep her
hands out of her panties.

“I thought Kyle was crazy for ordering those, but I’ve sure
as shit changed my mind. Well worth it if we can get you to come with the rest
of the people standing all around. We’re gonna see how long you can last
without coming. Restraint and disciple are two of the most important things
you’ll learn.” Scott squeezed her breasts.

Her pussy sucked on the dildo, making her jaw go slack. The
vibration reverberated lower with the increased pressure. She tried to move her
feet farther apart to lessen the pressure. Her orgasm barreled down on her like
a freight train.

Kyle wedged his palm between her thighs, thrusting the dildo
harder inside her.

She gasped low, choking off the sound, shaking her head,
trying desperately to hold off. Kyle flipped the vibration off and she moaned.
From frustration or thankfulness, she wasn’t sure.

Scott continued, whispering in her ear so only the three of
them could hear. “The corset’s new for me. Don’t think she’s ever tied a
submissive at The Library before and she’s been here for years.”

“She said…special. Hope…thank her.”

Scott’s nostrils flared at her obvious distress. “You’ll get
your shot at her another day.”

Kyle slid his finger beneath the side of her panties,
glancing off her clit once. She slammed her eyelids closed, gripping Scott’s
forearms like the pressure alone could keep her from coming.

She concentrated as hard as she could on Chris, desperately
trying not to come in the middle of his speech.

“You shouldn’t let anyone punish your sub for you unless the
very act of it is a part of the punishment itself. This is one of your main
responsibilities as a Dominant.”

“Really?” A woman’s snide tone trickled up to the stage,
making Haleigh’s hair on the back of her neck stand up. Chris jerked his gaze
toward the far end of the room, along with everyone else.

“So you preach it but you don’t live it. Hmm…”

Granted, Haleigh had only met Chris once, but it was easy to
see him change. He went from instructor to full-out Dom in less than the time
it took some people to scramble out of his way.

He stomped past them, stopping within a hairsbreadth of a
beautiful blonde woman.

“What’s happening?” Haleigh asked nervously. All three of
them were focused on the couple facing off.

“That’s Cyn, Chris and Jared’s submissive and soon-to-be
wife, from what I heard earlier,” Scott replied, clearly confused.

“Chris has demons,” Kyle added.

“Why would she be egging him on? He looks so angry.”

“She loves him and Jared more than life itself. Something
must have happened…”

Chris ripped Cyn’s t-shirt down the middle and practically
carried her to the stage. Nick, one of the employees at the club, shadowed
them, stopping at a control panel on the floor next to the raised platform.

“Is he going to hurt her?” Haleigh murmured as they
maneuvered closer. Arousal pounded through her and the charge in the air didn’t
help subdue it.

“Yes,” Scott responded. “She’s called him out in front of
all of us. Jared’s normally the one to dole out punishment but he’s not here.
Chris has no choice but to handle it.”

Chris shoved her to her knees, and what could have been
minutes or hours later every piece of her was bound in some way to an elevated
platform.

For an instant, Cyn and Haleigh’s gazes locked.

Haleigh forgot to breathe. Awareness shimmied through her,
making her limbs shake.

Kyle and Scott flanked her, seemingly ready to step forward
on Cyn’s behalf, but what passed between Cyn and her was instantaneous.

This was her choice. Her decision, and she made it with her
heart and eyes wide open. Haleigh didn’t understand how she knew it but she
did, down to the marrow of her bones.

Chris walked in front of Cyn, severing their connection.
Haleigh panted, clutching Kyle’s and Scott’s hands.

“I’ve never seen Chris strung so tight. Somebody needs to
stop this,” Kyle suggested. He paced away but Haleigh hung on tight.

“She’s okay,” she whispered.

“You can’t know that,” Kyle countered.

“Can’t I?” She focused on him. “Whatever this is, it’s her
choice. Her decision. No one should take that from her.”

Jared appeared beside them, looking resigned. He definitely
knew what Cyn was up to, but he didn’t look very pleased with her decision.
“She’s right. This is Cyn’s choice, and one of the reasons I love her so much.”
He spoke to them but he never looked away from Cyn.

Tears welled in Haleigh’s eyes, threatening to spill along
her cheeks, at his obvious devotion.

She dashed them away, trying to hide her weakness.

Jared climbed the stairs to be with his brother and the
woman they loved.

Kyle or Scott switched on the dildo. Haleigh cried out,
sucking in her bottom lip, trying to trap the sound.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Scott murmured in her ear.
“Submission is a part of you. It’s inside you, so close to the surface you
could see what Cyn was doing when all we could see was fear.” He pushed beneath
her panties, trapping her clit with the rough pads of his fingers.

“Oh God…”

Kyle hooked her cuffs together behind her head, then grabbed
her around the throat. “I can’t wait to be inside you again. The scent of your
pussy is more than I can take. It’s taunting me, enticing me to stake my claim
on you. Right here. Right now.”

Haleigh almost came from his words alone.

How long had she waited to mean that much to someone?

To mean that much to him.

She stared at Scott, whose breathing escalated as his
erection pressed against her hip.

The pressure on her throat wasn’t that far away from the
sensation of a tight collar, squeezing her, loving her. If they hadn’t been
holding her up she would have crumpled to the floor. She tingled from head to
toe, and the scent of cinnamon tickled her nose.

Kyle tunneled between the cheeks of her behind, spreading
wetness to her rear. Delicious pain flared as he worked one of his fingers
inside.

“I need—”

“To come,” Kyle finished.

“Come for us. Come because we told you to. Come for us
because you can’t say no.”

Kyle stretched her asshole, shoving another digit inside.

Scott flicked her tight nubbin, flipping the vibration to
high inside her pussy.

One of the men on stage cracked a whip.

The gasp of the crowd that followed…it was like the pause
that happens after tripping a demolition igniter and before the actual
explosion. That pregnant pause of time where everyone holds his breath, waiting
for the cloud of fire.

They ignited her.

She opened her mouth on a silent scream.

Her orgasm flashed along her nerve endings, like det cord.
It flashed at seventeen hundred miles per second, whipping along her limbs,
erupting inside her core. Her pussy and ass pulsated, sucking at Kyle’s
invading fingers and the toy inside her.

“Let me hear it, princess.” Scott rubbed her clit, heating
the oil, shooting fire all the way to her womb. Kyle squeezed her throat,
constricting her air flow.

A wail erupted inside her. She couldn’t stifle it; there was
no way to hold it back. Her cry of pleasure joined that of the submissive Cyn.
They came at the same time, writhing between their men.

Haleigh came in a room full of people.

There was no judgment there.

No fear.

No hesitation.

Only joy.

Acceptance.

I’m home
jumped to her mind and she would have screamed
again but her voice was shattered.

Tears fell as she blinked. Her body quaked with aftershocks
as her men strummed her body.

She was whole again, in their arms.

Home
repeated in her head over and over.

She moaned when Kyle slipped his fingers free, giggling
unexpectedly as he lifted her into his strong arms.

He carried her to their playroom, past the whipping bench,
past the bed to the corner, where some wicked web hung from the ceiling. She
petted Kyle’s torso, making him rumble with arousal.

Scott bore part of her weight and they strapped her,
face-up, into a sling suspended from hooks in the cinderblock ceiling. Her
cuffed wrists were wrapped over the top of the swing and, using a length of
chain, attached to a hook behind her in the floor. They spread her legs wide,
attaching them to the sides of the web. And at some point they had removed her
panties, along with their pants.

Kyle moved between her legs with a knife in his hand.

Arousal flared inside her, seeing the mask of possession on
his face.

He sneered at the rope still covering her chest, tucking the
knife blade between her stomach and the Italian silk. “You won’t hide from me
anymore, Butterfly. You’re mine.”

The knife cut cleanly through the six-millimeter cord. She
moaned as he lightly dragged the blade along her sternum before closing it and
tossing it aside. He splayed the pieces of silk, opening her to him for the
first time.