Independence: #4 Hayley Read Free Page B

her, his hand on her hip and stroking along her bare side. His lips were beside her ear. He had to hand it to her. She never jumped. Never moved a muscle, though he did hear the tiniest of gasps.
    “Sir,” she corrected immediately. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
    “There are two of us,” Dane mentioned casually, one hand rising to allow his fingers to stab into the long hair at the side of her face. He didn’t tug on it, just allowed the thick strands to flow over his hand.
    “Sirs,” she amended quickly. Her eyes were locked on the thick cuffs Jack buckled to each of her wrists. They were connected in the center with four shiny steel links.
    “Are we agreed that we’re still in negotiation level?” Dane moved to the side and made certain he met her gaze. For a moment he saw a flash of confusion at his question, so he continued. “We don’t want a conflict as far as time is concerned, Hayley.”
    “What my partner is so tactfully, if ineptly, trying to convey,” Jack murmured from her other side. “We want our full forty-eight hours with you. We wouldn’t want you to feel short changed…because you certainly will not be neglected during that time.”
    “That was tactful,” Dane murmured.
    “Yes, Sirs, I understand. Nothing has started yet.”
    “Let’s go to the private room and talk,” Jack said quietly, stepping to the side and waiting while Dane put his hand in the center of the cuffs and moved to join him. “Come with us,” he said and released his hold on the cuffs.
    “Yes, Sirs.”
    “Tell me again who started the bidding on this?”
    “I believe that would be you,” Dane offered with a deep chuckle. “She’s a very quiet sub. And I know our charity allotment is nowhere near used for the year. So this fits in as a nice end of year tax deduction.”
    “Always practical. And I’ve noticed the silence.” Jack looked over his shoulder at the woman following closely behind them. “So it either means we haven’t done anything to shock her yet…or she has a very high tolerance…”
    “Or amazing control,” Dane added, one brow rising when he looked back and saw nothing to indicate she’d heard them.
    They climbed the stairs without another word and Dane held the door to allow her to pass, his gaze sweeping from the shoes to her head and back again.
    “In the center of the room,” Jack said quietly, staying near the door with Dane and just staring.
    It was a plain room for play with a sturdy cross in one corner, a spanking bench and shelves of necessary supplies. Everything from aftercare blankets, to lube to vibrators were provided for members. Two large, cushioned leather chairs were against one wall with a small table between them, but the men continued to stand near the door.
    She’d done as he said and now stood with her feet separated, hands in front of her, head bent and body erect and completely immobile.
    They looked at one another and then back at her.
    “You’re prepared to begin the weekend now?” Jack asked, leaning back against the wall. He braced one foot on the frame of the door and crossed his arms over his chest.
    “If that’s your wish, Sirs.”
    “Have you ever had sex with two men before?” Dane wanted to know.
    The faintest sound of her taking a little sup of surprise reached them.
    “When you’re asked a question, Hayley, you’re expected to answer,” Jack spoke quietly, his head tilted as he studied her. Something was off. But he couldn’t put a finger on it yet. “We’ll be tolerant to a point, considering you helped a friend and you are very new to the lifestyle. If your bio is to be believed.”
    “I didn’t lie to anyone,” the words were out before she could stop them. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut when she realized the mistake. “Sirs.”
    “Omission, avoidance…evading…a lie is a lie, regardless of the pretty wrapping paper,” Dane commented, his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he walked very slowly around her. “Why the