Independence: #4 Hayley (14 page)

Hayley collapsed on the table, but the sizzle and trickle of wax kept her moans soft and low.

“Now wasn’t that the prettiest thing,” Dane commented, arousal obvious in his a voice rough with need. He handed off the candle to Nate with a nod. “We appreciate your help.”

“I believe your little sub is a lot more focused now,” he said with a chuckle.

Three men stared at the curved woman mumbling with her face pressed into the sheet covering the table.

“Now it’s my turn to play,” Jack said calmly. A soft whisper of leather made her lift her head. He stood near her vision and made certain the long blade of the custom knife gleamed beneath the dim lights that shimmered from the walls. “I suggest you don’t move a muscle, Hayley. Do you understand me?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“And your safe word?” Jack pressed the flat edge of the blade against her shoulder, testing his instructions. Her body tensed but didn’t move. “Good girl.”

“Red.”

“That’s a pretty quiver in her voice,” Dane moved around the table, his hands running absently along her legs to the damp center. “How long did you think you were going to be able to lock us outside, Hayley?”

“I…I don’t understand…Sir!” The yelp came the instant his palm struck her behind. The wax bumped and Jack glared at him.

“I told you not to move…”

“Damn, you’ve got a fucking steady hand…” Nate complimented with a nod. “Nice.”

“This one’s special…” Jack remarked, sliding the edge of the blade along her skin and skimming off large chunks of wax. He flipped them into the bin Nate held out to him and moved onto another patch.

“Gorgeous skin,” Dane commented, his hands running up her legs as Jake worked.

“I love this part,” Nate chuckled and collected the wax as Jack wandered around her body peeling it back with the barest of touches with the blade. “She’s breathing a little on the fast side, but not moving…”

“She’s obviously very good at control,” Jack said as the blade scraped down the length of her thigh and onto the calf of one leg. He finished up with a satisfied nod and the blade slid away in the sheath at his side. “Very good, Hayley. We’re going to remove the restraints and I want you to sit and drink this water.”

“Yes, Sir,” came the muffled whisper with only the faintest hint of a shake in her voice.

“How’re you feeling, pet?” Dane worked the top hooks free and waited until the lower ones clanked to the side of the table before placing his hands beneath her arms and lifting her. His hands framed her face. “Alright?”

“I’m fine, Sir, thank you.” She waited until his hands left her face before she tried to peer down her back.

“Not a mark on you,” Jack told her, handing the bottle of water and urging her to drink.

“How’d it feel?” Dane leaned casually against the beam, watching the slightly dazed look in her eyes.

“I…strange…it was like every inch of my skin was on fire but…but not…”

“Good description,” Nate said with a nod.

Jack chuckled when she tried being casual and glancing down her back when she thought no one was watching her. He took her shoulders and led her to the long mirror Nate had in the corner. He turned her back to it and waited.

Hayley looked up at him and followed his slight nod toward the mirror.

“Not a single mark on that gorgeous skin,” Jack remarked, her eyes swiftly going from her shoulders down. “We don’t so anything that leaves permanent marks, Hayley.”

Nate looked over at Dane. “I missed the auction. I heard it was a rough end ‘cause of a couple guys trying to buy in together.”

“Colin and Gabe straightened them out.” Jack answered, taking the empty bottle of water from Hayley and handing her the dress. “We’ll continue our stroll. I think it’s time to see how our sub does on a few more personal games.”

Dane came around the table at the same time her head swiveled from one to the other as it popped from the opening in her dress. He lifted her to the floor and let her smooth the watery fabric over her curves. He knew what was next and his body was already throbbing in anticipation. To be honest, they’d both been semi-hard since the auction.

They’d talked about the control it took to bring a sub along and it was definitely something they both wanted to work.

“This way, pet,” Jack clipped the cuffs together at the front and handed them to Dane before setting off ahead of them. “We have a nice quiet spot reserved for the next hour or so.”

Chapter Eleven

“Yes, Sirs,” she responded quietly. Her body had never felt so many things at once before. And they’d barely touched her. She kept her eyes lowered, long hair falling on either side of her face as she walked slowly behind Dane.

The sounds of the club fascinated her, as well as all the activities.

“You can look up and watch, Hayley,” Dane said with a glance at her. “We know you’re new to the whole play scene thing. The only thing to keep in mind is when people stop and talk with us or we stop and talk with others, you assume your position.”

“Yes, Sirs,” she said quickly. “Thank you, Sirs. It’s so…alive…there’s so much happening all at once. And so many different types of people…”

“Pretty much. As varied as any organization, I’d guess. Work or play,” Dane pushed the drape aside from the area they had reserved. This was a large, open portion with a nicely built spanking bench, two chairs and a thick, gleaming oval. It measured a little over six feet in height and four across. Essentially, it was a St. Andrews cross without the cross. It left front and back open for anything the imagination could come up with. They’d discussed various Shibari routines to share with Hayley and just talking about them had them both headed for a cold shower.

Imagining her strung up and fucking her had been enough to end the shower quickly for Dane.

“Oh…” Hayley went still.

When she’d casually questioned old friends about sexuality and exploring, most had said they’d done their exploring when they were teenagers. All Hayley had been interested in back then was the fascinating subject of animals and healing them.

Was this what she had been looking for? The undivided attention of two men who wanted to be with her and only her. Isn’t that what any woman would want in her life? That thought alone made her breathing hitch. She realized she’d been staring at the various pieces and cast her gaze slowly toward the two men in her fantasies watching her.

“You find the items we selected for the evening interesting, Hayley?” Jack circled around her slowly, one hand skimming down her back. She arched into his touch, closing her eyes when he went behind her.

“I…yes…I suppose…I’ve seen them in the club…”

“Now you’ll get to experience them.” Dane set the bag he’d carried on the small table and met the silence from Hayley with a nod. “The dress has to go again. It’ll just get in the way and we don’t want to damage your new clothes.”

She started to open her mouth but snapped it closed. She reached for the hem and froze when a large hand speared through her hair, tipping her head to the side.

“A little defiance is a nice challenge. It puts a delicious spark in your eyes,” Jack told her from the side, his mouth down hard on hers. He’d waited too long to sample her again. His fingers tightened in the soft, long hair and her mouth was hot, soft and receptive.

Hayley returned his kiss, her nostrils flaring and taking in the musky, masculine scent of Jack while another pair of hands roamed beneath her dress. It had been shoved up over her hips. Strong, male hands explored between her legs.

“But be very careful how far you want to push us,” Jack told her sternly.

“Spread your feet, Hayley,” Dane whispered against her throat, biting down until she complied.

“Stop distracting her,” Jack growled and returned to ravish her mouth. Her lips were swollen under his assault, her tongue fencing with his without a hint of submission.

Dane chuckled and continued kissing and nipping at her shoulder. “It’s my job to distract her.”

Hayley groaned into the kiss that deepened. It didn’t bother her that Jack’s fingers tightened in her hair, holding her head in place and refusing her movement. Her heart was pounding and her body heating up as Dane continued stroking over her skin. When his fingers cupped her damp pussy, her knees shook.

“Damn…she’s hot and swollen,” Dane’s voice was gruff as his thumb pressed against her clit. “Stop long enough to get this thing out of my way,” he demanded with the hem of the dress in his hands. The minute Jack lifted his head and released her hair, long strands fell around her face as Dane pulled the dress over her head.

“So you’re fucking with the plan.” Jack’s hands went to her wrists and lifted the cuffs over her head. Which wasn’t easy considering her natural height. But his arms were long and his muscles had never gone unused.

“Put her on the ring,” Dane responded. “Raise the foot rests and spread her. Your choice…kiss or flog. I plan to taste and push her to the limits. No coming, Hayley.” He met the surprised look and the slight surge of rebellion in her eyes. “We take punishment seriously. We also know you have amazing control. Use it.”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered instantly, but with a hint of frantic in the aroused eyes.

“Look at the base of the oval, Hayley,” Jack ordered firmly. “Step onto the flat platforms and face the oval. Raise your hands to the hooks on the sides. If your fingers or feet begin to tingle, I want to know immediately. Clear?”

“Yes, Sir. No tingling,” she repeated and did as he said, swaying slightly and gripping the highly polished wood of the oval near the hooks. Just a little something to steady her nerves, she thought, fingers tightened around the edges and eyes tightly closed.

That lasted all of a minute before her lashes flew wide with the snap and crack of something…a dozen little something’s slapped across her ass. When it happened again, the yelp had turned less vocal, her mouth clamped shut and body trying to poise for the smacks. Only they weren’t consistent.

“Don’t blank out on us, Hayley,” Dane warned, pulling a bar stool around the front of her and meeting the wide eyes that flickered between arousal and rebellion. “Well, well, well…so which part has you fighting things? The instructions? The flogging? Jack’s in a mood tonight…and you not obeying orders right off…that didn’t help things.”

She kept her mouth closed as several more swats struck along her thighs, over her ass and onto her back. She never knew where the next one would fall and knew her breathing was increasing more out of anticipation than the feelings. Those were interesting sensations. A blend that fell between a sting to a thud and then into a series of strikes that came in quick succession. So fast that she couldn’t control the groan that broke free.

“That’s what we’re looking for,” Dane said with a nod, his fingers beginning at her ankles. Her circled them and stroked slowly higher until his thumbs found the damp, hot center. The labia had puffed up with her arousal and moisture glistened along the plump lips. He ran one finger down the center, stopping at her clit for a few casual strokes.

She couldn’t find the focus. When she thought her mind was on the flogging, her clit sprung to life and begged for the touch from Dane. Her groans deepened.

“Where do you keep disappearing to, sub?”

“I…just thoughts…trying to figure out…I don’t know. My mind wanders.”

“Hmm…that does not reflect well,” Dane said with a chuckle, the exact opposite of the scowl creasing Jack’s face. He stepped back from the ring in time. Jack had the remote in his hand and leveled it off, the wide eyed little yelp she gave out made Dane shake his head. “Now you’ve upset him. Hmm…but a damn nice position for our sub,” he commented, walking thoughtfully around the spread out woman. He lifted the long hair to one side to help get it out of her face. “As much as we like the hair, we might need it braided in the future, Jack.”

Jack had stepped into the circle and stood between her legs. “We need the center bar so she can rest on the flat middle. I think it’s time we made damn sure she knows where she’s supposed to be focused.”

Dane found the bar on the wall and carried it to the horizontal circle. He handed one end to Jack and bent enough to slide it beneath Hayley. She’d begun breathing too quickly, her muscles tensed and attempting to hold her in place and keep the weight from her ankles and wrists.

Together they raised it beneath her and latched it in place. When a sharp smack echoed in the space, Hayley stiffened and tried to glare in the direction the smack had come from.

“Now that we have your attention…I think it’s time we got to the sex part of the play,” Jack informed her. He stepped back and wrapped one hand around each ankle. “I’m sure she knows how to give a blow job…”

“Purely my pleasure…I hope…” Dane walked to her head and dropped to his knees. One hand went into the hair at the side of her head and he lifted it until she met his gaze. Slightly dazed and very aroused. He doubted she’d really come down from their last game. “I’m going to place another rail beneath your shoulders. I’m also going to place a small toy in one of your hands…since your mouth is going to be busy and you’ll be unable to safe word if you need time.”

He didn’t wait for a response. His mouth covered hers, his tongue out and sweeping into the hot center to stroke and toy with hers. Maybe it was the dazed state she was in, he wasn’t sure but he didn’t sense unease in her. Maybe it had been building in both himself and Jack for the last few days since the auction.