Hailey's Game

by Hailey's Game (lit)

  “Warm up, huh?” Kyle actually sounded annoyed. “So what does that mean? You didn’t explain any of the rules?”

  “Not yet.” For being a Cattleman, Cole sounded unconcerned with the rules. “I thought we might settle a different score first.”

  There came that smug note in Cole’s tone. It sent another round of shivers as Hailey regained enough sense to turn her head and spy on them over her shoulder. Just as she’d known, they were watching her. What she hadn’t expected was for Cole to greet her look with more than just a smirk. He held a blindfold in his hands.

  “See now,” Cole settled down onto the edge of the bed. “We’ve got punishment and training on the schedule today, but I was thinking we could start with something a little more fun.”

  She had no clue what he meant by fun, but she didn’t need details to set off another ripple of fear. It crashed through her arousal, showering in a tingly rain of excitement. Instead of fading into tiny aftershocks, the tremors doubled down as Cole stole her sight. Slipping the soft mask over her eyes, he tied the string tight behind her head before leaning in to whisper in her ear.

  “Your chin points this way.” The instruction came with a hand turning her chin back into the pillows. “That’s a good girl, and don’t even think about closing those legs. I like the sight.”

  With that he disappeared from a world he reduced to nothing more than sound and feel. Having only those two senses to help track their movement made the very words coming from behind her that much more of an aphrodisiac.

  “I was kind of looking forward to the training,” Kyle complained with enough pout to make it sound like Cole had stolen his favorite treat.

  “And you can keep on looking forward to it because we have more than enough time to get to all that,” Cole shot back. “There is just one thing I think we need to settle.”

  As they talked, a hand appeared to pull the vibrator. The slow motion buzzed her head with a whoosh of pleasure as her sheath clamped down, hungry to savor every inch of friction. Then with a snap she was achingly empty and the joy of the second before back lashed into spiky shards of pain.

  “I figure we time each segment and then see who here in this room really rules.” Cole’s voice waned back in as the riot of sensations faded back into a dull hum. She caught only the end of what he’d been saying, and Kyle’s husky chuckle warned her that she missed the best part.

  “I like it.” Which meant Hailey would love it. And hate it.

  She breathed deep as they shuffled around behind her. Whatever they’d agreed on it required moving furniture. That made her all the more nervous and even more aroused. The ropes loosening around both her wrists at the same time tickled her almost at the idea of two such capable and strong men working to control her.

  They had every advantage. Bigger, stronger, clothed, they could even see what they were doing, but Hailey refused to give up. Mostly because she knew it would rile them both up, she gave it all the effort and energy she had to try and pull free of their grips.

  It didn’t even take a grunt for them to wrench her arms behind her, but they still treated her to unnecessary force, which did actually tickle Hailey in all sorts of deviant ways. With her new position came all sorts of deviant kinds of pleasures, like the feel of a callused palm running straight down her spine as if he was sizing her up.

  The he turned out to be Kyle. “You know it really only makes us harder when you fight.”

  Hailey turned her face in the direction his voice came from, hoping he would catch her smile. “I know.”

  “Up on your knees, sugar lips.” Cole’s command cut through any humor in the moment. Traditional Cole, he didn’t wait for her to obey but pulled her upright with a tug on her ropes. “We’re going to put that sassy mouth of yours to work.”

  The bed shifted and jolted as a set of rough, denim clad thighs slid down around hers, and she could feel Cole settling into a sit in front of her. Even without her gaze, Hailey knew the sound of zipper being lowered and just what that meant.

  It left her more than prepared for the hand that stretched around her cheek to press her head down but not at all prepared for the hands that pulled her ass back down toward the edge of the bed. Still on her knees, Kyle kept her hips arched and quite clear a second later why.

  “Here, let me get this first.”

  His words brushed along with his hair, teasing the inside of her thigh before his mouth broke over her pussy. Despite the mask, Hailey’s eyes bugged wide as her jaw went slack at the feel of his lips closing over her clit. He didn’t tease or toy with her, but freed the butterfly with his teeth.

  “Oh, sugar lips,” Cole chuckled, his fingers biting a little harder into her scalp. “If you could see the way you look right now. The only thing that would look better is watching you suck this.”

  The sticky heat of a rounded cock head bumped into her lips as he dipped her head downward. Hailey followed the motion, intentionally ignoring his command to nuzzle her cheek down his long, hard length. His dick pulsed and bounced with his growl.

  “I said suck, sugar lips. Not tease.”

  “Hey.” Kyle’s head, a warm, silent threat still snug between her legs, made its presence known with that snap blasting against her cunt. With her pussy lips swollen and split, nothing offered her any protection from his words. “Let the princess play. You have to put up with it all.”

  Hailey had no idea what he meant, but Cole understood. His fingers tensed in her hair a second before disappearing. “Fine, but just remember, Hailey. I have a long memory.”

  He could threaten all he wanted. It was her turn to play, and she didn’t need a long memory to justify tormenting him. She only needed the burn that still scorched through her veins to make her think revenge. Revenge on Cole would be bringing him to his knees in less than five minutes.

  “I think our girl is having naughty thoughts,” Cole chuckled. “You just are so cute, smiling like that. Makes me wonder just what—”

  Hailey didn’t want him to wonder. She wanted him to feel. With no ceremony or finesses, she opened her lips and sucked him all the way back to the end of her throat. Like he’s been whipped, Cole jerked and cussed. That was all the encouragement it took to feed her ego and set her motion into a full-blast gallop.

  Up and down, and over and over again, she twirled her tongue around his velvety hardness as her lips ate up his strength. She pulled Cole’s wire tight, locked on a rhythm she had every intention of taking him over the edge with.

  With a tempo especially meant to drive Cole insane, she felt certain he’d come at any second, which was just when she crashed over the notes of her symphony. Choking on Cole’s dick, her head flew back to gasp in air as a set of lips closed over her clit and scraped her tender little bud over the hard edge of his teeth.

  Hailey shrieked, pumping her hips down toward the mouth that began to spiral her passions back toward the peak of the heavens. Moaning over Cole’s cock, she forgot all about showing him any of the love Kyle lavished on her.

  Kyle was a true master when it came to knowing just how to roll and when to puck and even how to lap. “Ooohhh, Kyle!”

  “Don’t be ‘oh-ing’ him,” Cole snapped, his hand reappearing to fist into her hair. “Be ‘mmm-ing’ some of this.”

  Cole’s definition of “this” had a very short run, and so did his patience. Not leaving her to obey that command, his hand took control of the issue. Hailey didn’t resist as he pressed her mouth back down and over the swollen head of his cock. It wept for her return and pulsed eagerly into her kiss.

  With his fist controlling her motions, she didn’t have to worry about rhythm or speed. All she had to do was suck and wallow in the gluttonous pleasure of Kyle’s kiss. His tongue had a mesmerizing quality. It danced and lured her into forgetting the game of the night—denial. Just as the whirlwind of release started to clip through her, Cole tensed, his fingers tightening painfully in her hair.

  “Now, Kyle!”

 
; The world whirled around her. Cole’s cock popped free of her lips as Kyle’s disappeared. She came to a panting, sweaty stop on her side, jerking with the throes of unrequited passion.

  “That was eight minutes.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “I’m telling you, man. You didn’t even last longer than the little princess.”

  Hailey blinked, taking in Kyle’s satisfied laugh, but the world remained a dark mystery to her. Their plan, though, became clearer by the moment.

  “Yeah,” Cole snorted, shifting off the bed. “Well, sugar lips has quite a suck on her, and eight is still three better than five.”

  “Eight with help.”

  “Oh, it’s going to be like that, is it?”

  “Yeah, it is, man. We’re fighting for the title, so don’t be thinking you can just talk your way into it. You got to earn it, boy.”

  “Title?” Hailey licked her lips and dared to ask, “What title?”

  An arm shot down from behind her, rough hairs tickling over the tips of her breasts before his palm sank into the mattress. She expected Cole’s voice to growl through the heated breath fanning over her ears, but Kyle’s came instead.

  “To see who you’re going to be calling sire for the rest of your life, princess. What else?” With that warning issued, he disappeared.

  They’re serious.

  That panicked thought added adrenaline into the rush of volatile hormones raging through her body. They argued about this before, but she hadn’t ever actually conceived of what it would mean to them. Apparently it meant a lot.

  “Now stop whining.” Kyle settled back into the bed. In Cole’s old place. Hailey could already guess what came next without Kyle’s instruction. “It’s my turn, and we’ll see just how good you are with that mouth you’re always running.”

  A set of hands settled on her waist. Cole. He leaned in to murmur something clearly directed at Kyle. “Give him hell for me, sugar lips.”

  With that he rolled her back onto her knees, and she didn’t need any instruction to figure out her position. With her hands bound behind her, she did need help maintaining the position to not fall face first into Kyle’s crotch like a drunk. Thankfully, Kyle provided the same support Cole had—a hand fisting in her hair.

  “I got you, princess. Just give Cole a moment to get in position, and we’ll start from the beginning.”

  That was an expression Hailey had really come to fear, but there was no time to panic. Not with Cole settling down between her thighs, his breath heating the path for his devilish tongue. Unlike Kyle, Cole dined on her entire pussy, making a feast out of every intimate inch.

  In those moments she forgot all about Kyle and just indulged in her own glorious pleasure. Kyle didn’t take to being ignored anymore than Cole had. With a near identical motion, he tugged her down to his waiting erection. Thicker, definitely a stout boy, Kyle’s cock stretched her lips wide as he began to pump her up and down.

  Keeping her pace steady, Kyle played out the moment, making Cole play out her pleasure until her toes curled and her legs began to cramp with the tension. She couldn’t stop it from cresting, all that frothy goodness.

  “Son of a bitch!”

  Cole’s roar blasted away the thrills that had just tingled out of her cunt to sprinkle their fairy dust over her body. He jerked away from her, leaving her to collapse and giving all control to Kyle, who continued to fuck her mouth with grunted pants. Even as the tide of rapture receded into a whirling pit of need deep inside her womb, Hailey gave herself over to racing Kyle’s hand.

  Neither of them paid any attention to Cole, cussing up a storm behind her. She got the point. He’d lost the round, but Kyle didn’t care, and neither did she. Too consumed in their own passion, Hailey’s hips began to bump and grind with the same rhythm as Kyle’s, her need feeding off of his.

  “Now, Cole!”

  The world did the topsy-turvy thing again, but this time she ended up in an oriented heap, capable of understanding every nuance of the male harassment that broke out around her.

  “That one is a draw.” Crisp, sharp, Cole’s bite had the sharp edge of a man already entrenched in his position.

  It contrasted sharply with Kyle’s almost breathless laughter. “Oh, bullshit. That was my win by a mile.”

  “Try three minutes, pinhead,” Cole shot back. “And I got the little princess off in five, so it’s my win by a mile.”

  “That’s crap.” Kyle still didn’t have much energy in his tone. He shifted on the bed, slowly away. “I warmed that cunt up. You were just riding my coattails.”

  “Your coattails?”

  “My coattails.”

  A tense moment of silence followed Kyle’s satisfied retort. He’d lifted completely off the bed, and Hailey silently imagined the two of the nose to nose, ready to go fist to fist. For some sick reason that just heightened her arousal all the more.

  The sound of fist hitting flesh didn’t break the stalemate, but Cole’s snarl did. “I’m getting the clamps.”

  The clamps? Hailey swallowed. He wouldn’t be clamping anything of Kyle’s. Apparently he wouldn’t be hitting his best friend, either. That meant all of Cole’s aggression was coming her way. The very idea had her breath stilling so she could strain over the sound to listen for his movements.

  She heard nothing but the hum in her own mind. Like they’d disappeared, everything had gone perfectly still. Starting to quiver with anticipation, Hailey felt assured that any moment she’d be touched, anywhere and everywhere. The only thing that touched her was the warm wash of Kyle’s words as they appeared out of the silence behind her, giving her a start.

  “Nervous?” The ropes around her wrists began to loosen.

  Never much, but not dumb enough to say so. “I take it I can’t make fun of you for being the five minute man anymore, huh?”

  “Scared, but never cowed,” Kyle murmured, releasing her wrists altogether.

  “It’s hard to be cowed by pleasure, Kyle.”

  “Not cowed, but spoiled. That’s just what you are, sugar lips.” Kyle’s use of Cole’s newfound endearment had her letting him position her just as he wanted. The Kyle she’d known all the nights they’d come together, her sweet Prince Charming, had turned into a dark night.

  Hailey had never factored on that happened. It made him feel like more of a threat. Just the simple act of him rolling her onto her back to stretch her wrist up toward the headboard had her fighting back a squirm. God, but she ached and itched in all the best ways.

  “You see, princes, down at the club we have this tradition when it comes to new members, both male and female.” As if they were discussing the weather or the morning paper, Kyle continued on in casual tone as he circled the bed to pull her other arm toward the opposite end of the headboard.

  “Everybody is, shall we say, evaluated to consider best how to train them as either masters or pets.”

  He dangled that last bit out with a slow drawl that matched the smooth slide of his hand down her slick inner thigh. All the way down her ankle, with the same tender touch he used not two nights ago. This time, instead ending with a seductive lure, he pulled her ankle all the way before lassoing it to the footboard.

  The feel of the velvet tightening down over her skin, of her arms stretched way overhead, being completely bound, open before them, it almost overwhelmed her good sense. The drowning, though, triggered panic and she had only one anchor left to hold on to.

  “This is just a onetime deal, Kyle.” Weak, squeaky, she didn’t sound sure of that statement, prompting her to repeat it to find the right tone. “Just one night.”

  “How about we discuss that tomorrow?” Kyle suggested. He sounded sure, almost smug. Why shouldn’t he?

  Tightening down the rope on her last ankle, he had her spread out over the bed like an offering. Knowing Kyle probably stared didn’t make her as nervous as knowing that Cole still lurked somewhere out there in the black abyss, waiting with his clamps.

  The
very idea of which fortified her nerves. “Just one night. That’s all I agreed to.”

  “You know, sugar lips, you’re beginning to annoy me with that.” Kyle sounded it, too. She expected a follow up order or maybe even a spank to her pussy, fully opened for the blow.

  Instead, she got a shot of pure, intense pain. It streaked like fireworks shooting up into the night sky, but this molten trail sank deep into her cunt before exploding. It didn’t stop. With the clamp holding her nipple in its vise, the sensation continued to pump out of her chest, flooding her pelvis with such heat she couldn’t stop thrashing.

  Hailey screamed as she jerked on her binds, desperate to escape this new torment. There was no release to be found, only acceptance as her body slowly adjusted to this new level of rapture. Bit by bit, her breathing calmed back down and her body stilled as her definition of “doing fine” started to recalibrate.

  She didn’t have to breathe in so deep and press her tip deeper into the clamp’s grip. Shallow pants helped her finally came to a twitching stillness. As if she hadn’t spent the last five minutes going crazy, Kyle picked up their conversation with a very matter-of-fact tone.

  “There are a lot of rules and traditions that go along with these kind of games. It would be unreasonable of us to expect that you learn them all in one night, but certainly you can grasp the concept.”

  Kyle’s voice was moving, rounding her to the left, and her chin followed his motion. He made it easy to track his movements, sliding a hand along her side as he continued on.

  “It’s pretty simple. You, as the woman, are to be gracious and welcoming. And while I admit you have welcoming down,” his hand curled around her thigh to let a stray finger stroke through her slick folds, “it’s the graciousness that needs a little work.”

  “I think I’m being very gracious given the fact that the two of you barged into my house and—”

  A second thunderbolt of pain shot out of her other nipple as her words got clamped off. Knowing it had been coming, even knowing what to expect, didn’t help the rush that consumed her. She lost touch with the world around her, existing only in the rapture consuming her body until it lulled back into a boil.