Independence: #4 Hayley

by Karen Nichols

  She knows she gave herself away. Just a little gulp. But loud enough to be heard in the silent room.

  “I’m sure you’re mistaken,” Dane said, winking at the wide eyes watching him attach cuffs to her wrists. All he had to do was hold his hand out and her wrist was in it instantly. “Wasn’t he, sub?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered hurriedly.

  “Hmm…” Jack fastened a thin red leather collar around her throat, testing it before setting the buckle in place. “Nice…you are the sexiest sub…”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  She had tried explaining how their praise shot straight to her middle since she began the journey. And she’d yet to come up with answers that made sense. There was something about these two men that simply called to a side of her…no, she corrected, feeling Dane attached cuffs to her ankles. They called to all sides of her. That was the part that fascinated her.

  They’d spent hours just talking and playing various board games and cards before the room and atmosphere changed. The room was electrically charged despite there being no power on in the house.

  “I still think I heard tone,” Jack whispered against her throat, his teeth grazing along the column and biting down into the soft tissue between her throat and shoulder. His hands began at her waist. He stood behind her, bracing her body with his while his palms cupped her ass and squeezed.

  She decided enjoying his touch was much easier than replying.

  “Nothing to say, sub?”

  “It would only get me into trouble, Sir,” she breathed in surprise when his fingers trailed down between the cheeks of her ass. Talking wasn’t her best friend when she wasn’t completely in control and for some reason, around her Doms, control of her mouth slipped a lot. “Is this because I conquered the world?”

  “And wiped our asses off the face of the planet?” Jack said through his laughter.

  The men moving carefully around her laughed. Soft and genuine laughter.

  Dane put his palms beneath her breasts, lifting them and kissing his way across the front, from nipple to nipple.

  “Actually…it might be…there’s just something so damn sexy about an intelligent woman conquering the world,” Dane said with a chuckle, his tongue wrapping around one nipple and pulling it into his mouth, hard.

  “He’s right…” Jack agreed, taking her hands and lifting them above her head. He attached each link to the dangling rope he’d prepared while she was in the bathroom. “It’s a wild turn on to know your girl is so smart she cleaned both our clocks.”

  “Oh, god…” her back arched when Dane ran his hands around her breasts and continued stroking and suckling on them. Lightning fired into her blood and would have sent her buckling to the floor if she wasn’t hooked to the beams crossing her living area.

  “I’m thinking she gets off way too easy…” Jack picked up the flogger and swiped it across her behind. Lightly. Very lightly, he repeated the action. Back and forth while Dane enjoyed the pert breasts.

  Each stroke brought a little more power to his throws, the fire from the fireplace glowing off the pink, ripe behind and thighs. By the time the first orgasm was ripped from her body, a brilliant pink shine covered her skin from her knees to her shoulders.

  There was no inhibition in the scream she released. She was drifting down when Jack lowered the ropes holding her hands. Not releasing her, just lowering them enough for her to be bent in half.

  They’d brought one of the sturdy chairs from the dining room and placed a thickly folded quilt over the seat. Dane had opened his jeans and moved to stand in front of her.

  “One knee on the chair,” Jack ordered from behind her, his palms stroking possessively over her ass. “You have the most gorgeous ass…”

  She was still processing the compliment when his hand came down, sweeping across her ass and making her yelp. Where the pain and pleasure met, she was no longer sure. But it did meet more than occasionally. She felt his lips on her hip; his teeth on her flesh and then his chest rubbing against her ass.

  It stung. Just enough to make her aware of it.

  Her hands had been released from the hooks and she used one to hold the back of the chair. Comfort wasn’t a word she felt at the moment, partly because she wondered what was going to happen. Dane was in front of her and when his jeans opened, she knew.

  Forgetting her comfort, she balanced herself and reached for the partially open jeans.

  “Good girl…I’ve been thinking about this all day…” Dane told her, groaning when her tongue came out and licked over the bulbous head peeking from inside the denim.

  Her attention was on the man in front of her until she felt the cool drizzle between her cheeks. Then she knew what was coming.

  Part of her squirmed and clenched. Part of her dampened even more than she already was, which she didn’t think was possible. Their attention and the orgasms they pulled from her were all part of a constant growing experience.

  Jack slipped two fingers into her pussy and a thumb into her ass. She clenched again and was rewarded with a sharp slap.

  She jumped, almost forgetting the man had two hands and damn well knew how to use them. But those fingers in her pussy…stroking and invading tissue already aroused and swollen. His fingers slide repeatedly into her wet hole and she reflexively pushes back into him to get him deeper, wanting more. Wanting it faster; harder.

  But she also knew Jack would do what he wanted, when he wanted it.

  And so would Dane. Her took a firm grip on the back of her neck, squeezing just enough to pull her attention back to him. At the angle she was, she made an effort to peer up at him, seeing him through thick lashes, she swallowed and focused on giving him the best blow job. Ever.

  He hovers over her and growls low as he bites her neck. Sliding a hand back around the curve of her ass he pushes another finger alongside his thumb into her ass.

  She’d been expecting more, but…it was always a shock to her senses when they played with her ass. Always. And it was always exciting once she let go of the taboos and old thoughts. She gasped and arched, freezing for a moment before beginning to sway to some internal animalistic beat.

  She felt the heat coming from his skin. He hovered just one more second over her before he mounted her and shoved his cock into her swollen, drenched pussy. Just once. One long, hard thrust before he withdrew and began teasing her ass with the blunt head of his cock.

  Taunting. Teasing. Maybe more than a little of a threat.

  They hadn’t talked about their cocks in her ass. If she balked, they slowed their pace and moved more cautiously until her body relaxed and she exploded around them. At that point, her body didn’t seem to care where they played.

  Her teeth grazed the thick, hard cock in her mouth while the other continued to worry the widening opening to her ass. The lube helped. His seductive, almost gentle sway was designed to make her want more. She was sure he knew that because she heard a chuckle at the same time a small vibrator touched her pussy and then her clit.

  Her groan was low and vibrated along the hard cock between her lips. Her tongue swept around and over the hot surface as she suckled. She pulled him deeper into her mouth, his flesh blocking the frustrated mixture of discomfort and arousal Jack was creating inside her.

  She stopped breathing when the spongy head of his cock breached the ring of muscle that was never quite certain it wanted to release for their intrusion. But in the end, between the moisture, the lube and the arousal, they always won.

  Or all of them always won.

  Dane’s groans mixed with hers as she worked over his cock, pulling another fraction of an inch of hardness from him before his bellow filled the house. His hands were wrapped tightly around her head, keeping her rhythm even at the same time Jack slammed his cock through the relaxed, aroused opening of her ass.

  Her scream was smothered. Her hands clawing at the chair and the man in front of her while hands at her hips gripped an
d tightened. His thrusts had been shallow until that last one. Jack’s cock spit and sputtered, his head thrown back and senses reeling as they shared the explosive ending. A low guttural shout was pulled from inside him, the last for the evening.

  And at that moment, the power returned.

  Bright, colorful lights sparkled into existence around them. The music returned and for a long quiet space, there was nothing but deep breathing and heat that easily rivaled the fireplace.

  Dane moved first, making sure she was able to hold herself up before he buttoned himself in and went for the blanket he’d left on the sofa. He had it shaken out by the time Jack’s eyes refocused and he withdrew from her body. Her knees shook and she almost fell over.

  But they were there for her. As they had been since the three of them met.

  Dane caught her against him, murmuring his pleasure as he wrapped her in the blanket and settled her on the sofa. He went into the kitchen and returned with a couple bottles of water, a definite staple in their lives, he thought absently, cracking the cap and making sure she had a firm grip on it before he left her to collect the things. Jack removed the rope and spring hook from the eye hooks in the ceiling.

  He was wrapping them and neatly settling them into their bag before doing a quick glance around the room. He tossed the tube of lubricant into the bag and zipped it shut. He had it put away in the closet behind the front door before lifting the bottle of water from the table and draining half of it.

  Jack’s hand shot out when the bottle began slipping from Hayley’s fingers. He capped it and set it on the table before he started to gather her into his arms. She squirmed and frowned at him.

  “A problem?”

  “Let’s sleep down here.”

  Two grunts met the suggestion and she sighed.

  “Here? On the floor?”

  “Power’s back on…we have heat upstairs,” Dane pointed out.

  “We have a big, comfortable mattress upstairs,” Jack said flatly, scowling at the pile of blankets, pillows and quilts. “Maybe another time.”

  “Wimp.”

  “I did just hear that, didn’t I, Jack?”

  “You heard it. The cowgirl is calling us wimps…”

  Hayley giggled and buried her face in Jack’s shoulder. Next thing she knew, she was bouncing on the sofa, listening to them grumble.

  “We want to sleep in a fucking bed.”

  “Our girl wants to camp out…”

  “It’s Christmas! The tree’s lit up and it’s…it’s fun…” she threw back at them.

  “So what do we do?” Jack continued. “We compromise…and sleep on the fucking floor like five year olds.”

  “You are the best guys ever!” Hayley ignored the blanket and jumped to her feet. She launched herself at Dane with a huge hug. He passed her over to Jack, shaking his head, laughing and heading up the stairs to find his sleep pants.

  “Bring me a pair…I’m not hanging out in the living room naked,” Jack called out seconds before his mouth covered the happy squeal from her. “You’re gonna make me nuts.”

  “But you like me anyway,” she teased happily. She collected blankets and made her pallet on the floor, right between them. Where she belonged.

  “Yeah…” Jack chuckled, shaking his head as she prepared the other two sections for them. He walked to the stairs and stood at the bottom, his voice and Dane’s trickling across the room.

  Hayley looked up when she was finished, she pulled Jack’s t-shirt over her head and settled into her section. “Is something wrong?”

  “We wondered what the ritual was for tomorrow?” Dane asked without moving from where he stood. Jack quickly changed into a pair of sleep pants, leaving his jeans draped over the railing.

  “Ritual?” She frowned at them. “It’s Christmas Eve,” she said with a low whisper in her voice. Then it returned to normal. “I have to finish my cookies and the rum cake and I might do some Angel Wings. I like those. Why? Do you have to go to work again? It’s okay…I’ll be fine here.”

  “No…we’ve shut things down until Monday,” Jack walked to stand next to the tree. “What he meant was…will it break rules if we gave you a present tonight?”

  “A present?” She perked up like an anxious puppy, looking from one to the other to the collection of unfamiliar wrapping paper. She’d resisted and let herself look, but no shaking.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  “I’m thinking it’s okay,” Dane said with a laugh, reaching around Jack and lifting the ornament from the tree.

  “Alice!” Hayley took the small glass milk bottle in her hands. Standing in the bottle, was the figure of Alice from the Disney movie about ‘Alice in Wonderland’. The tag on front said ‘Drink Me’. But there was a ribbon tied around the bottle with a small velvet pouch dangling. It also sported a tiny tag that said, ‘Open Me’.

  Hayley was suddenly nervous. Her gaze skipped from one to the other, words caught in her throat as she swallowed hard.

  “It’s pretty…thank you…I love the movie…”

  “We know…” Jack replied, thinking of the pieces of memorabilia she had scattered around her home office. “You can open it, Hayley. It won’t bite.”

  She settled the small ornament in her lap and opened the velvet bag. Attached to a small key ring, was a large key with another tag.

  “Move in with is.”

  Hayley stared at the key and the words. Neither man was smiling when she looked up, staring into their eyes, first one and then the other.

  “I…you…umm…” she squeezed her eyes tight.

  “We’ve spent the last week together, Hayley,” Dane said quietly.

  “We don’t see that changing with the New Year,” Jack continued, sinking to his portion of the bedding. “We thought this would make a good weekend getaway place.”

  “But we’d like you to move in with us.”

  “Into your house…all of us together…”

  “How did you think it would go, babe?” Jack grinned at her.

  “It’s a good step,” she said, her grin growing and matching his. Her head bobbed a few seconds later. “Yes…I’d like that…I can move my clothing…and most of my home office…”

  Both men breathed a long sigh of relief.

  “We thought we could do some of that while you’re baking,” Dane stretched out on the thick cushion of blankets and pulled two over him. “You’re sure you want us to go to the family brunch, Hayley?”

  “I…of course I’m sure!” She set the little ornament aside and lay back beneath her blankets. “Yes, I want you both there. Grannie knows about you. And if I’m going to live with you…I’m not going to pretend we aren’t together. That’s wrong,” she concluded with a deep yawn. “Sorry…I think it’s all catching up with me.”

  ****

  Jack groaned and rolled stiffly to his back.

  Damn cowgirl.

  Most of the night, one or the other of them had been wrapped around her. They never wondered about how it happened, it just happened. But it was never like this. Hayley was the most amazing women they’d ever brought into their lives.

  Then the scent of cinnamon, coffee and ham trickled into his brain. Coffee first.

  Cinnamon? That made him shove his elbows behind him and angle up from the floor. He spent the night sleeping on the floor. Across the now empty spot between them, Dane was growling and stirring slowly.

  Jack was angled just right to see the spread of plates across the rustic, old table in the dining room. Then there was the steam rising from several of the plates and a woman dressed only in his t-shirt carrying two large mugs of coffee toward them.

  Sleeping on the floor wasn’t so bad after all.

  Hayley grinned and handed one mug to Dane along with a kiss on the cheek and the other to Jack with another kiss.

  “Good morning…we slept in…it’s after eight,” she shook her head and went back toward the kitchen.

  Jack felt his head tilting, staring at the way
fucking long les that ended in a twitching ass as it departed from his view. He looked over at Dane and their grins grew.

  “Hayley? Could you come over here a minute?” Dane called out over the rim of the hot coffee.

  “Sure…hold on…”

  They waited and were rewarded. They both reclined and watched her come closer. Jack patted the space between them, at their heads, and let his eyes wander.

  “What did you…?” She started to ask. She looked down to see them peering straight up the t-shirt. Then it clicked. Her gaze shot from one to the other, then she glared at them. “You two…I swear…”

  “Now I found a fucking reason to sleep on the floor…” Jack said with a laugh, ducking when she tossed a pillow at him and stormed back into the kitchen.

  “You two are…”

  “But you still like us,” Dane said through his grin.

  “And I wouldn’t want to miss out on being able to cook in that gorgeous, well-organized kitchen,” she called back, watching Jack straighten his shoulders and glare at her.

  “That’s cold,” he said before striding down the hall to the bathroom, his coffee cup between his hands.

  “That was cold,” Dane agreed with a chuckle, climbing to his feet and setting the cup on the table. “Do you want this stuff back upstairs?” He looked at the wide eyes and sighed. “Tomorrow morning?” He had to laugh at the excited look on her face. “I think we can manage a couple nights a year on the floor by the Christmas tree,” he admitted, opening his arms when she came forward and wrapped herself against him.

  “Thank you. I know I fell right asleep, but it was nice to open my eyes and see you guys with me and the tree,” she shrugged. “I probably should have grown out of it by now…”

  “No. You shouldn’t. And you won’t,” he kissed her before sighing. “Gravity…hold that thought…”

  She was laughing when Jack returned, snagged her around the middle and kissed her until there was steam. “That was still cold, woman.”

  “Breakfast?” She said with a sweet smile.

  Jack’s hand slid down her back and cupped an ass cheek. “Breakfast,” he agreed and went to sit at the table. He wasn’t sure how she’d managed to create all the food without waking them, but his stomach was really grateful at the moment.