Independence: #4 Hayley (10 page)

“I like peanut butter and crackers,” she said with a grin. “Extra crunchy.”

“Philistine,” Dane tossed back, shaking his head and adding a jar with nuts in it to the cart.

“Oh, that doesn’t mean…”

“It’s great protein, especially if you skip meals,” Dane glanced down the slender form, the jeans she wore hugging each of her curves enviously.

“You guys are too observant and good at guessing,” she accused with a pout.

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Hayley felt like she was on a merry-go-round. If one wasn’t touching her, gently stroking her or holding her hand, the other one was. She tried to logic it out. That they were acclimating her to their touch, their nearness. Which made sense, although she wasn’t sure how many other Doms spent time with their perspective sub outside the dungeon area. And she wasn’t sure who to ask.

And she was so new to the whole thing. A shiver raced through her at the memory of being bound with those crimson cuffs to the cross the night before. And the shiver went straight to her clit at the thought of them both touching her; kissing her.

“Hayley?” Dane tipped his head slightly to see into her eyes. When the heat struck her cheeks, he only smiled and glanced at Jack. Together, they loaded the back of the covered truck. He accepted her silence since she scurried into the back seat and busied herself with her seatbelt. He couldn’t wait to see her reactions in a few minutes.

“Something wrong, Hayley?” Jack asked, casually draping one arm along the back seat and watching her avoid his gaze.

“Oh. No…I’m good. Okay. I’m okay,” she repeated, firming up her voice and digging for a smile. “Where are we going now?”

“To find you some clothes,” Dane said with a matter-of-fact tone that had her head swiveling from one to the other. “Club clothing, Hayley.”

“But…you don’t even know what I have at home. I might…you shouldn’t be spending money like this,” she burst out, straightening stiffly in the seat and glaring at them.

“She’s glaring at us,” Jack remarked with a little nod. “Gutsy little sub.”

“Do you have clothing like you saw at the club last night, Hayley?”

“Well, I…” Hayley threw herself back, arms up and crossing her chest. “That isn’t the point. I should be off figuring out what to wear myself. I am not the…the…I am not…”

“You’re our sub,” Dane said flatly, meeting the rebellious gaze in the mirror. “What you wear, how you present yourself, reflects upon us. We want you dressed in a certain way, in certain form and we don’t argue that point.”

“Have you bought other girls clothes?”

“No,” Jack answered with a cheerful grin. “You’re our first. The partners we usually find have their own wardrobe and have been at this awhile.”

“Glaring…not a good trait for a sub to have,” Dane tsked. “If it happens regularly, you’ll forfeit clothing for each indiscretion. Then we start adding swats.”

They watched her mouth open and close in quick succession.

“Very good, Hayley,” Jack nodded as they pulled into the parking lot of the large, discrete shop nestled along the coast just a little north of the casino and resort. It had only been open a few weeks and the reputation was good, especially since it was owned by the sub of a friend of theirs from the club.

The name,
‘Buried Treasures’
was in bright deep red on the window to the left of the door.

“What place is this?” Hayley scooted across the seat when the door opened. Only Jack opened it on the other side and quickly took her hand and tugged until she stumbled out of the truck and into his arms. “I am not…”

“Use your feet or I carry you over my shoulder,” Jack glanced around casually at the early afternoon people shopping the small neighborhood on a Saturday. “Make for an interesting spectacle but nothing the owner of the shop hasn’t seen before. And look at all these Christmas shoppers…”

Hayley didn’t try and erase the scowl or the low muttering. And it didn’t seem to bother them when she stomped across the small parking lot and through the door Dane held open for her. An arm came instantly around her when her eyes went wide and she turned to make a run for it.

“Skittish little thing,” Dane murmured, sliding his hand beneath her jacket and grasping one breast. “Stop fighting me, Hayley. Claire is adjusting to seeing some pretty odd things, so me tossing you over my lap and spanking you won’t even raise an eyebrow.”

“That answers my next question,” Jack said with a chuckle, putting both hands around her waist and holding her in place. “Stop and breathe, Hayley. Never been to a fetish shop before?”

“I…I have spent my adult years in school. Working…working on my degree and then working as an apprentice to my uncle to make sure I was doing things right. I have never…this isn’t the kind of place…” she hissed out, clamping her mouth shut and trying to glue her feet to the floor. It didn’t work. He lifted her and positioned her in the center of the large aisle.

“This is a good place. A nice place with high class and great things for playing.” Dane moved to one side, his hand sliding beneath her jacket to the seat of her jeans. “You came to the club to play, Hayley. This is part of it. All of this is part of having an open mind and not judging the choices of others. And not giving a fuck if someone choses to judge you. We get a great deal of pleasure out of dressing you…”

“And undressing you,” Jack murmured from the other side. “I visited another shop near here on one of our exploring trips over eight months back. This is new and Claire designs clothing and oils and lotions.”

“I’m going to get a few other things,” Dane said, glancing pointedly at Jack. “Start gathering clothes and I’ll meet you in the try on area.”

“Done,” Jack took her hand and he began leading her among the low racks of selections. “See anything you like?”

“I’m allowed to speak?”

Jack only lifted a brow. “You really want to chalk up those swats, don’t you? It’s a little like you said, Hayley. Dane and I have different personalities,” he commented casually as they roamed the racks, things on hangers pulled free and handed to her. “Make sure I have your size. I guessed. But I only brook so much mouth after a warning. I still think it’s cute that you fight it, but it gets you a little deeper each time. The sarcasm in the tone…not a good thing, pet.”

“I’ve never been in a place like this before,” she said after taking a deep breath and swallowing hard. She hastily checked the size on the narrow red…skirt? Her ass cheeks wouldn’t even…oh god…she swayed and put the skirt back, meeting his gaze when his hand came up. “I’m a little bigger than that guess. An eleven or twelve.”

“Alright,” Jack waited while she found the correct size and continued on.

After five more hangers made it into her hands she sighed. “I see a theme.”

“You’ll look good in red, trust us,” Jack remarked.

She held several very mini-dresses in a variety of material and styles; two skirts and some kind of tops that she was positive she’d have to become a contortionist to get into, let alone out of. A lacy pair of boy type shorts, a bustier that zipped, one that tied and another that had snaps. She gaped at one – dress? – he handed her and then she gaped at him.

“There’s no…” she looked at the back again and then at the straps down the back and front that held the garters. “There’s no…”

“You’ve got a gorgeous ass, Hayley…it’ll be nice framed in the red,” Jack shrugged. “For a little while, at least. Consider yourself art and we’re framing you for display.”

“Why do you like it? The display thing?” She asked softly, lost in curiosity.

He stopped running his hand over a collection of black and red lace corsets and met her gaze.

“At first I didn’t. I thought it was invasive and…voyeuristic. I didn’t start out this way, Hayley,” he grinned and put his fingers around her chin. He lowered his head, their lips brushing once and once again before he took a long, deep kiss that made her gasp for breath when he lifted his head. “Then I discovered how erotic it all was. How much it heightened the pleasures that came at the end and spread. It’s not like vanilla sex. The pleasure begins and maybe, if it’s done right, it’s always there between us. The tension and pleasure flows around you like a current. And that’s another part of the club play: the energy playing off everyone there, builds and bounces around. And if we do our part correctly,” his thumb rubbed over her lower lip before kissing her again. “You don’t even notice where you are. All you do is feel, Hayley.”

She couldn’t argue with him on that. When either of them kissed her, the world outside seemed to disappear and that had never happened to her before. She was still trying to decide if she liked that or if it was too frightening to pursue. Then she realized his hand had moved to her nipple, stroking it until it thrust forward, demanding more. She jerked back before thinking, gasping and looking to see if anyone had been watching them.

“Time to try things on, pet,” Jack shook his head and took her hand, leading her to the area designated as the demo room. Mirrors adorned the walls and the lights were bright. There were a few chairs, one occupied by an older man watching a woman turn at his direction before she stripped and worked a bustier over her amble breasts.

“I…Jack…”

“Off with the shoes, jeans and t-shirt, Hayley.” Jack took the collection of hangers and hooked them on one of the handy racks. Then he sat down, stretching his legs out and raising his hands to cup his head. “Now, Hayley.”

She knew it was the tone that made her jump, made her feet toe off her sneakers. She cast a quick glance at the other people in the shop; the man looked her way and went back to studying the woman changing outfits. The woman looked at her and she saw the small smile and maybe a little understanding.

A yelp broke free when a sharp palm came across her behind, forcing her focus.

“Focus is an apparent problem,” Dane commented, leaning against the arched, open doorway. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Nice selection. The other things are waiting at the desk for us.”

“You said…” she dropped her voice even as her fingers worked the zipper of her jeans down. “That you didn’t want a slave.”

“You’re not a slave,” Jack looked at her, surprised at her words. “We told you we’re Dominants. We like compliance. Especially when you’re being unreasonably stubborn. Shirt, next, Hayley. Then start trying these things on.”

“You have me stripping in public!” She hissed, yanking the t-shirt over her head and throwing it to the floor. “How is that reasonable?”

“This isn’t public. It’s a try-on area. Notice the other women trying on clothing?” Dane lifted one of the pieces of red material from the rack and handed it to her along with what looked like a skirt. “We’re allowing you your underwear,” he reminded her as if it were perfectly logical to him.

She groaned and pulled the vest into place, glaring down at the hands that came out to help her fasten the loops. Most of her bra showed…and most of her showed. And neither of them did a thing to lower their voices when they spoke. How long would it take before she accepted it was a losing battle?

Hayley stood gaping at herself in the mirrors. Each new outfit was more revealing. And if it wasn’t, she had two sets of very male hands adjusting things until her cheeks were almost as red as the clothing they were dressing her in.

“I am not a Barbie doll!” She gasped as Jack’s hands stretched the elastic of the very short, frilly skirt lower on her hips. Her mouth clamped shut the next instant to avoid screaming in the shop when a strong open palm slapped across her ass. “Sorry, sorry, sorry!”

“Stand still and don’t move,” Jack ordered flatly.

And she thought he was the easy going one.

“Looks good,” Dane nodded. “Strip, Hayley.”

She sighed. She was a Barbie doll.

Dane handed her the last piece…a dress? Her chest stuck out the top and her ass out the bottom. She tugged at the hem until the voice bit through the silence in the store.

“Freeze, Hayley,” Dane moved forward, one hand taking a firm grip on her ponytail and lifting until her eyes were wide and she balanced on her toes. His other hand had wrapped around her middle, holding her arms in place. “First…bound hair only when we’re tying you up or you’re cooking, clear?” When she tried to nod he put his mouth next to her ear. “Verbal response, sub. Always verbal.”

“Yes, Sir. Clear, Sir,” she answered instantly, feeling the floor beneath her feet again when he released her hair. And he’d taken the thick cloth elastic band with his fingers. Long, partially dry hair tumbled around her face, shoulders and back. Since the dress began just at her breasts, the hair added a nice cover. But not for long.

“Second…stand still and don’t move unless we tell you to,” Dane slowly opened his arm and stepped back. “Do not pull at the bottom of the dress. It’s where it’s supposed to be.”

“But…”

“And it’s a damn nice butt,” Jack responded with a chuckle. “I like it. Add it to the pile…she does look good in red.”

Hayley slowly removed the dress and wandered to the opening of the try-on area. She hardly noticed that she was wearing just a little more than a bikini. But she liked that dress. It looked like nothing more than glossy spider webs all linked together somehow and it sparkled. She walked over and ran her hand over it. She thought it would be scratchy, but it was almost invisible, it was that soft and supple.