Independence: #4 Hayley (6 page)

Hayley jerked herself back and gulped the spit in her mouth that seemed to suddenly dry up into a lump in her throat.

“Oh…I was…” her gaze whipped from one to the other and then she realized where they were. How’d they get in the middle of the play stations?

“Where were you, Hayley?” Dane stopped moving forward and turned her to face the St. Andrew’s cross against one corner of the very large, very busy room.

“Trying to understand me,” she answered after a few quiet seconds watching the tall blond swinging a heavy red flogger through the air. It landed with various sounds depending on which part of the body she struck and how she flicked her wrist or arm. It wasn’t until someone beside the woman looked at her that her hands flew to her face. “My mask!” She whispered frantically.

She spun from the exhibition, her head shaking.

“Hayley…” Jack gripped her shoulders when she tried turning just enough to squeeze between them.

“No! No, you don’t understand! You don’t know them! I had to fight all my life for what I wanted to do because I’m a girl! I’m tired of fighting them and I’m tired of doing everything their way!” She struggled but realized how useless it was. The hands on her shoulders weren’t bruising, but they weren’t budging, either. “Please…”

Dane held up the mask he’d carried with him from the room upstairs, carefully attaching it in place. His palm brushed gently down her cheek.

“Isn’t hiding just another form of doing things their way, Hayley?”

She looked down at the floor, her head shaking. Too much, too fast, she thought angrily.

“I think you’re old enough to be rebellious,” Jack commented, his fingers beneath her chin. “Look at the cross. You have it marked on your choices. Why?”

“It would force you to focus,” she said instantly. “It would force you to only think of one thing. Just one thing in your mind for once…and no one else mattered.”

Jack looked across her at Dane. “Mattered to what, Hayley?”

“Do you know why you matter? Why your cousins or brother care about you? Because it’s been beat into their heads that you’re a helpless little girl and need taken care of,” she answered flatly. “Not because you matter. Not because you excelled or did something…doesn’t matter if it’s good or bad…but you really don’t matter…you’re not really important…” She shook her head, choking and swiping two hands over her face. “Ignore me, please. I’m fine. I think I’d like to go home now.”

“But what you want isn’t important,” Dane said simply, waiting until Penny finished cleaning up the station. “I think you need to learn a little focus. And a lesson that there’s a difference between what you believe you want and what you might need.”

“I…there…oh, no…I don’t think I’m ready yet for that…”

“That’s why you have us, sweetheart,” Jack murmured against her throat. He nudged her forward with one knee, lifting her to the braces and quickly attaching the cuffs she wore to the rings over her head. “It’s our task to think for you…to uncover what you need instead of what you believe you want,” he told her, the words arranged a little differently, but meaning the same thing.

She jerked her hands and twisted, about to let loose with a string of curses when a palm gently covered her mouth. Her eyes widened behind the mask and then the mask was gone. She opened her mouth and was ready to scream when another mask replaced hers, blocking out everything. Twisting around to see wouldn’t matter now, everything was dark.

“No…please…I’m not…”

“We think you are, Hayley,” Dane stepped up on the edge and checked the cuffs. “Not tight…are you hurt? In pain?”

Her head shook rapidly and her mouth opened, only to find she couldn’t speak because he’d moved in front of her and took her mouth with his.

Hard and demanding, Dane left her breathless, pushing his tongue between her lips and stroking over and around her own. A soft moan broke free when he lifted his head.

“Always verbal, Hayley,” Dane said firmly. “Are you hurt? In pain?”

“No, Sirs,” she answered raggedly in between panting breaths.

“Trust us, Hayley,” Dane urged.

She didn’t know if he was still there or not. She couldn’t feel him close. She felt air. Lots of air and tried moving her feet; pulled hard on her wrists until a set of strong fingers had shoved into the mass of long hair, pulling her head to the side and holding her captive. Not enough to hurt, but more than enough to immobilize.

“You’re going to hurt yourself. Stop, Hayley, right now.” Jack spoke low and sternly, his mouth close to her ear from behind her. Now she felt his body pressed against her side. His palm moved to her head, gently stroking down, pulling her hair to her back and continuing the strokes. Just like she would do to a scared animal in her office.

His body was hard against her side and she could feel his cock against her hip. Hard and thick. Tying her up made him hard? She felt the stickiness between her thighs and knew that even if she was a little spooked, she was definitely aroused. Her heart was hammering, though it was slowly returning to almost normal. Until he slid his palm against her stomach.

“Public display was another thing you indicated interest in.” Dane had come to her other side.

Whose palm was on her stomach? Oh, god, which one of them was on which side of her? She couldn’t think…

“Stop thinking, Hayley,” Dane ordered firmly.

When the hand slid into the top of her thong she knew it was Jack because it was on the other side from where Dane’s voice had come from. And the heat of his body had left her even as more heat, a different kind of heat began filling her when she felt the strong, long fingers stroking over the neatly trimmed pussy.

“Hmm…nice…she’s trimmed real short,” Jack said, scraping his chin along her shoulder. “Very soft…alluring.”

She realized listening to their words was as much a distraction as when his fingers expertly parted the puffy, full lips of her pussy and stroked through the heat that had gathered there. Damp and hot, she couldn’t stop the groan when the heel of his palm pressed against her clit.

Their intelligence and sense of humor was as strong a pull on the girl in her as their take charge attitude and self-confidence.

“Ohhh…” she knew it was her voice moaning. And it was definitely her hips twisting and trying to force him to move to the right spot.

“Huh…go figure…the mouth says no…but the body…” Jack teased the dampness from the center up and over her clit, circling it and pressing just outside the small nub.

“Damn you.” Hayley knew the growl was a mistake the instant the words left her lips. The teasing stopped between her legs and several swats began across her thighs and ass. Her body jerked on the cross. Her hands tightened on the cuffs she was straining against.

“Manners, little girl,” Dane tsked from behind her.

She felt another series of something smack against her back and ass, this time from the other side. That’s where Jack had gone. She’d rather he’d stayed and finished what he’d begun. She didn’t know what they were using, each one had a different feeling to it, different sensations that ranged from stinging to soft and caressing. Weird. Then they switched and the stings began harder from Jack’s side.

Hayley clenched her teeth, gripped the cuffs tightly and squeezed her eyes tight. She knew this darkness, no matter the sounds and sensations outside her. This darkness was where she hid so no one could find her.

“Oh, no, little sub,” Jack murmured when he felt her withdraw. Her body went slack and her breathing almost returned to normal. He raised a hand and Dane stopped, following his lead, Dane moved to press hard against her side, while Jack took up the other side.

A quick game of rock, paper scissors and Dane grinned and flattened his palm over her stomach. His fingers teased the edge of her thong, drawing slow, sensual lines from one hip to the other before delving inside.

Jack felt her breathing hitch and he pulled the mask from her eyes, his mouth bit down hard on her shoulder.

“You can’t retreat, Hayley. We want you here…with us…”

“She has amazing control because she zones out and just follows orders. I think she needs a lot of work on her focus,” Dane commented, his fingers gently stroking over the soft down covering her mound. “She’s wet…and the labia are full and clit swollen…”

When a low, soft groan broke from her lips, Jack pulled the elastic covering the breast on his side out of his way, allowing the small, full mound to be free. He scraped a calloused thumb over the puckered nipple, watching as the pale skin wrinkled and responded.

“And she responds so sweetly to us…” Jack lowered his head and sucked the nipple between his lips. “Part of her wants us to have her control, wants to trust us with it,” he whispered, blowing softly over the tautly wrinkled nipple. She had begun pulling on the restraints again. He continued talking as though she wasn’t present. “But I think our little sub is afraid of what that surrender brings to the surface.”

“Hmm…and she wants to surrender that control, but on her terms,” Dane slid his palm fully between her thighs, cupping the swollen labia and running two fingers between them to the small, hot opening. “Damn, she smells good…like fresh hay and sunshine.”

“Doms don’t settle for terms, Hayley,” Jack murmured, dragging his tongue around the nipple while the other palm lowered the lace from the other breast. “We make rules and expect adherence to them. We want you here, with us. Not distracted or zoned out.”

“She’s stubborn,” Dane watched her face. Sweat had broken out across her brow and though she kept her mouth tightly clenched shut, her breathing was ragged and her body betraying her. With two fingers poised at the opening of her pussy, his thumb circling her clit, he raised his other hand behind her and brought it down fast and hard on her ass.

Her eyes opened and she screamed when his fingers plunged inside her.

He could tell Jack had bitten down lightly on the nipple he had in his mouth, his other hand cupping her other breast and twisting that nipple to a fine peak. Her body jerked and convulsed between the pair of them. He continued stroking inside the taut muscles, his cock pressed hard against her hip as the tremors faded.

Dane found himself staring at the woman. It wasn’t hard to believe the tension of the last hour and half helped her along. He’d been hard since they began bidding on her, just from the anticipation. Combine all that anticipation along with what he and Jack had put her through and she exploded like a Fourth of July firecracker. And from the look on her face, it was a sharp surprise to her.

They withdrew slowly, continuing to stroke her skin and ease her from the experience. He gently opened the cuffs at her feet first and then her hands. She fell limply against Jack while Dane quickly cleaned up the station. Jack carried her to one of the large, empty couches and waited while Dane draped a warmed blanket around her shoulders. Jack had her tucked on his lap, her head against his shoulder while Dane pulled her legs onto his thighs and gently stroked up and down.

“That wasn’t planned,” Dane murmured, his hands holding her legs in place.

“No. But it was damned amazing,” Jack remarked, keeping himself relaxed enough to allow her to cuddle down. “We’ll definitely have to work on her stamina. I’m betting we can get at least another four or five out of her over a couple hours.”

“We can’t put her in a car on her own. Not for a while,” Dane exhaled.

“We have two extra rooms. We know where her pack is, probably including car keys,” Jack nodded slowly.

“And we even know someone who can tell us the kind of car she drives,” Dane drained the water and tossed the empty bottle to one of the many containers scattered through the club for recycling. “I’ll do a quick clean and get her stuff and see if I can pin down Bailey.”

“We’ll wait here.”

Chapter Six

It was a very warm, very comfortable space. A space she hadn’t been in before and welcomed. It wasn’t that her life was all that hectic, but the relatives had a way of making her want to scream. Considering what some of her friends had messing with their lives, though, she knew her issues were mild and downplayed them a lot.

She wiggled and pushed her face against the very fresh smelling softness. Her toes stretched out long behind her and her arms pulled from beneath her hips and shoved above her head. All with cushiony softness beneath her.

That brought a frown. Slightly squared chin lifted from the pillow but her vision was obscured by the mass of waving light brown hair. Elbows were shoved to the side, two hands and ten long, slim fingers raked through her hair, pulling it out of her face. Lashes blinked over blurry eyes that narrowed and then shot wide.

Then her hands shoved against the surface and she bolted upright. Blankets and sheets flew around her. Her gaze swept down her body with an audible gulp. She reached for the soft fabric, stroking her fingers over her arm. It was not her shirt. It was well worn, soft chambray blue with sleeves that went well past her hands. She shoved them up on each arm and took a chance looking at her legs.

At the moment, they were bent out like a pretzel. Using only two fingers, she cautiously lifted the edge of the shirt, dropping it very quickly. Nothing underneath. A little whimper eased from her throat.

Okay, girl. Not so bad. You are mostly dressed. And alone.
She hadn’t been drinking. She knew where she went last night. She remembered surviving the auction and the hours after. It had been too dark to get good looks at the two guys.