Independence: #4 Hayley (34 page)

“We bulked up the wood piles and I filled the lamps you have in the shed,” Dane commented, taking the plate that Jack had filled and placing one before her and before his place setting.

Before she could comment, the lights went out and the music stopped. Her gaze swept from the dark tree to the kitchen.

“Good thing all the cooking was done,” Jack shook his head and went into the kitchen for the lighter he’d found in one of the cabinets. He lit the candle Hayley set in the center of the table and laid it back on the counter. “Our first candlelight dinner.”

“It is nice…the fireplace will keep things warm…and the generator keeps the fridge going for twenty-four hours,” Hayley began cutting her pork chop and sampling the wild rice. “This is delicious, Jack…and it’s even more yummy with the candles on.”

“We’ll keep that in mind when he does his mystery casserole,” Dane told her with a laugh.

Hayley wasn’t sure where the rest of the day went. They played games, dug in drawers for candles and found a deck of cards. She dumped an arm load of blankets and pillows down the stairs and went back for more. She made it half way down the stairs the second time before she slipped and landed on the pile, looking up to see two sets of dark eyes glaring at her.

“I was just trying to get things…comfortable…” she squeaked when Dane leaned over and gripped her by the shoulders. She was dangling just above the floor. Her toes encased in thick, warm socks that slipped slightly to her ankles.

“Having a broken neck is not my idea of comfort, sub…do you understand being careful?”

“I…” the name he used registered and she nodded. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry…” warmth flowed to her middle and lower. Her breathing increased with each second that passed with him staring at her. “I’ll be more careful.”

“I’m sure you will,” Dane lifted her over the pile of bedding and set her on her feet. “Strip. And stand by the fireplace.”

Hayley knew better than to either hesitate or ask why. “Yes, Sir.” She responded instantly, turning and walking to stand by the thick rocks of the fireplace. Warmth bronzed her as she slowly removed her clothing.

That’s when she noticed the furniture had been shoved back a bit. She turned to look at Dane only to have a set of strong fingers speared into her hair. She straightened up, her head pulled stiffly, but very carefully back until she was looking up at the rustic beams she’d had built into her house.

The beams now sported a collection of eye-hooks.

Her mouth opened to speak until she caught the look in Jack’s eyes.

“Don’t move,” he said firmly, releasing her hair and raking it all carefully behind her.

“Yes, Sir.” She felt him gathering her hair and then felt the cloth coated elastic band spread and wrapped snugly in place. Then he braided it loosely and attached another at the bottom.

“Do you need the bathroom? Go before we begin,” Jack gave her ass a sharp swat, chuckling when she jumped and ran lightly down the hall.

“Go before we begin,” she mimicked under her breath. After she closed the bathroom door and sat to pee. Just in case their Dom hearing was that good. She was pretty sure the sass would cost her.

A shiver raced through her when she walked back down the hall to the open space of a now candlelit dungeon. It was warm. Someone had loaded wood into the fireplace and it gave off an erotic glow. A glow that definitely looked good on the two male chests now exposed to her.

They’d shed their shirts and boots and stood waiting for her, their voices low.

Jack held out his hand, pointing to a spot just in front of him. “Face the fireplace.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did I hear tone when you were leaving the area?” He asked casually.

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 and 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.