My Two Doms (11 page)

“Relax,” Gregory said. He squeezed her hips.

She breathed. Deep breaths. In. Out. She closed her eyes and let the feelings take over.

Gregory leaned over and sucked one of Haley’s nipples into his mouth. He laved around her piercing with his tongue, and she moaned and arched up toward him. As arousal overtook her body, Jason slipped the plug between her ass cheeks and into her tight pucker. She gasped at the invasion, but she wanted more. She knew she could take more if they would only give it to her. She couldn’t ask for it, though. No, she was totally at their mercy. She could only have what they decided to give her.

She felt Jason’s hand on her ass, just holding her, waiting to make sure she felt comfortable.

“Ready for the next part?” he asked.

Haley wasn’t sure, but she said, “Yes, Sir,” and then whimpered when Gregory straightened, taking his lips off her breast, and returned to the table.

He ran his hands across the selection of dildos, touching each one briefly. Haley watched Gregory as Jason kept caressing her, reassuring her, checking her straps and cuffs. Gregory finally decided on one dildo, not too large but hard and slick. Maybe glass. He held it up, showing it to Haley and Jason.

Haley nodded. She could easily take that with the butt plug in place. He came back and resumed his position between her legs. He ran the dildo through her wet folds and then slipped it in.

He pumped it in and out of her a few times, and Haley writhed for him, but Gregory shook his head. “Jason, I think it’s your turn.”

Jason tugged slightly on the butt plug. He turned it, and then slid it out a tiny bit. Haley whimpered at the feel of the penetration from both sides.

But then Jason pulled out the plug and walked over to the table. Haley felt terribly empty, and now the dildo Gregory was fucking her with seemed far too small. Jason dropped the plug he held into a bucket and looked at the fresh ones laid out in front of him.

She watched, full of anticipation.

“I think we can skip one, don’t you?” Jason asked.

Gregory skimmed his gaze across Haley, and she felt her body heat under the scrutiny.

“Most definitely.” Gregory smiled and picked up the pace of his fucking.

Jason selected another plug, quite a bit larger than the one he’d just removed. He squirted the lube onto it and, without much more teasing, pushed it into Haley’s ass.

Suddenly she felt filled, and an orgasm ripped through her as Gregory ran the end of the dildo across her clit. The cold glass sent her over the top, and she screamed, filling the barn with the sound.

“Well, I think that was just too easy,” Gregory said as he held up the dildo. Haley saw her own juices covering it.

Jason stroked the large plug in and out of her ass a few more times as her body shuddered with the final waves of her first orgasm. When it had finished, her body felt limp and wrung out.

Jason stilled and took his hand away, leaving the butt plug in. He and Gregory stood off to the side. Haley’s chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. Gregory placed the first glass dildo into the bucket with the used butt plug and crossed his arms.

They both watched her carefully, and Haley felt hot under their gazes. She swallowed a couple of times, her throat suddenly dry. Gregory must have noticed, because he said to a nearby sub, “Fetch me a bottle of water.”

The sub skittered off and returned quickly with a bottle. The condensation on it called to Haley, and she licked her lips. Gregory unscrewed the cap and brought it over to her, Jason following with a small washcloth.

Gregory let her have a few sips. Then he handed the bottle to Jason, who wet down the washcloth and dabbed Haley’s forehead with it. It felt wonderful. Both men returned to the table and set down their things.

“Time for you to go up a step, I think,” Jason said to Gregory. Gregory nodded. He picked up the next dildo in line. It was smaller than his or Jason’s prick, but Haley didn’t feel certain she could take it with the butt plug in.

Gregory brought it over, and Jason stood by her side. Gregory eased it into her still damp and throbbing cunt. She gritted her teeth as she stretched to take it. Once he sank it all the way in, he left it there and took a step back, evidently to admire his handiwork.

“I think we can go more,” he told Jason.

Jason went to the table and picked up the next butt plug. “Probably shouldn’t be much bigger than this. Yet.” He lubed it up and brought it over. He removed the smaller one and slipped the new one in without giving Haley a moment to miss the fullness.

She couldn’t remember every feeling this stuffed. She tried to grind her hips against the dildo, to find some way to get the netting to press or jostle the butt plug, but she could not find relief from either side. Jason and Gregory just stood there, looking at her, seeming to carefully appraise her situation.

“How are your wrists and ankles?” Jason asked. “No chafing?”

“No, Sir,” Haley said, her voice weak. She didn’t know if she would have felt the chafing anyway. All her senses focused on her cunt and ass, making the rest of the world—even the rest of her body—a hazy distance away.

“Good.”

“Do you think she’s ready?” Gregory asked.

Haley wondered what she looked like to the two men: sweaty, red, a trail of moisture trickling from her cunt, her short hair plastered to her face. But Jason was nodding. Ready for what? Haley wondered.

“Then you first,” Gregory said, and he motioned Jason toward Haley’s hanging form.

Jason stepped forward, unbuttoning his fly as he did, and she finally realized what he intended. He pushed down his leather pants, and she got to see where that happy trail led. He reached forward and removed the dildo from Haley’s cunt. He held it next to his own cock for a moment so Haley could see his was the larger of the two, and then he moved back to drop it into the bucket with the other used toys. He took the position between her legs.

He held his cock at the base and rubbed it against her pussy, coating himself in her slick juices. Haley wanted to reach down and grab him, to pull him into her, but she couldn’t. Instead he tortured her, teasing her clit with his tip and then pulling back for a moment.

“Please, just fuck me,” she finally begged.

“What was that, sub?” he asked.

“Please,
Sir
, fuck me.”

He drove into her, and Haley rocked in the sling, then cried out as she realized, between the plug and Jason’s cock, she could very well split in two.

Gregory came around behind her and held her wrists, kept her and the sling still as Jason pounded her cunt. Gregory whispered reassurances in her ear. He told her she was a good girl, and Haley moaned. Jason reached a hand down and brushed her clit with his fingers as he moved.

Haley’s breaths came in huge sobs.

“I can feel how close she is,” Jason said, his words coming out in short pants. “Come here,” he told Gregory.

Gregory let go and moved next to Jason just as Jason cried and pulled out. He grabbed his cock, and Gregory took his spot and thrust his even larger cock into Haley’s pussy. Jason worked his hand up and down his shaft once, twice, and then a jet of cum erupted across Haley’s stomach. His other hand was still on her clit, furiously working it while Gregory pounded into her. Haley balled her hands into fists, and she could feel her nails cutting into her own skin. Her entire body clenched, each muscle wound tighter than a watch spring.

Jason smeared his cum over her, drawing a line up to her breasts, and just as he touched one of her pierced nipples, Gregory leaned over and took the other between his teeth. He nipped at her, and that was the last sensation she could bear. She screamed and came again, her entire body giving in to the shaking spasms of lust.

As she came down from her high, she felt Gregory twitching inside her. His face was screwed up into a scowl, and his skin was beet red.

Finally he straightened and stepped back. Jason dampened more washcloths and handed one to Gregory. As Gregory cleaned himself off and did up his pants, Jason first cleaned Haley, then himself, and re-dressed.

“Fetch a blanket,” Gregory told the wide-eyed sub who’d gotten the water.

Jason slowly removed Haley’s last butt plug and dropped it into the bucket.

He released her left arm and ankle, and Gregory released her right side.

Haley moaned with pain as she lowered her arms and stretched her legs. She felt wobbly on her feet when Jason and Gregory finally got her up. The sub returned with the blanket, and they draped it around Haley to finally hide her used body from the onlookers.

She heard a few murmurs of approval as the crowd parted. She felt completely drained.

But through the haze of her building fatigue, she smiled. The men had worked wonderfully together, and she couldn’t have asked for more on this, their final night.

Haley touched each of their cheeks. “That was lovely. Thank you so much, my Masters.”

With that, she turned. For a moment she stood there, clutching the blanket around her. Haley saw the faintest glimmer of the rising moon in the east, and she realized the coming of the moon marked the end of her dream. She’d lived it, if only for a little while. Behind her, she heard, “Haley, wait,” but she ignored it. She didn’t want to see them again; she wanted to remember them exactly as she had seen them when she turned away. Hair tousled, their feelings mapped across their faces, their bodies glowing with their recent exertion. She would remember it always.

Haley began to walk across the lawn, and the grass beneath her feet felt cool and welcoming. The lovely chill crept up through her soles into her limbs. A sense of ease overcame her. She thought about lying down there, naked, and falling asleep on the grass.

But she kept walking, the promise of her bed more alluring. Tomorrow, she would head back to the city and move on with her life.

Chapter Eight

Haley stood there, her mouth gaping. Her bag—which should seem so much lighter given the absence of two sets of clothes and a pair of boots she’d brought with her—for some reason felt like lead filled it. She thought someone had cemented her feet to the walkway too. She couldn’t move another step toward Todd’s luxury sedan. They blocked her path of retreat. Not that she could get her body moving, even if she wanted.

“You’re coming home with me,” Jason and Gregory both said at the same time. Haley didn’t immediately respond. She knew exactly where this was going.

“I’ll take her home,” Jason told Gregory. “I live out in St. Bernard Parish. Her place is on the way home.”

“
I’ll
take her,” Gregory said. “I’ve got the nicer car.”

“She doesn’t care about your damn car.”

“Well, at least she won’t get dirty sitting in it.”

“Yeah? But she might come out with the stink of filthy oil money on her from it.”

And just like that, all of Haley’s fears were confirmed and her resolve returned. Neither of the men asked her what she wanted as they stood there bickering. Their argument absorbed them. She shook her head and realized she’d made the right decision. There was no way a relationship could last in the real world.

“I’m going home with Cyn and Todd,” she said when they’d stopped arguing to catch their breath. They stared at each other instead. Haley could imagine big bull’s rings through their noses and steam rising up from their ears. She took the few steps separating them and rose up on her tiptoes to place a kiss on Gregory’s cheek—he had to lean down slightly for her—and then turned and did the same for Jason. She closed her eyes and inhaled, taking in the final scent of her men, of the cane field and Hank’s garden and the swamp beyond.

“I love you both so much,” she whispered as she stood there, feeling their presence through her closed eyes. “You gave me a wonderful weekend that I will forever remember.” She opened her eyes and gave them each a shaky smile. “But it’s just not meant to be, is it?”

With that, she pushed past them and headed out to the car, where Kelly, Todd, and Cyn waited for her.

She threw her bag into the open trunk and climbed into the car, wincing as she sat. The brief pain reminded her of everything that had happened and everything she had given up. As Todd pulled out of the parking lot, Haley turned to see Jason and Gregory still standing where she’d left them. Only they didn’t watch her leave; instead their heads were lowered together as if they discussed something very important.

Haley felt pressure on her hand. She looked down. Kelly’s hand covered hers. She raised her gaze to look at Kelly. Kelly smiled at her, the look quite sincere. Haley knew Kelly must have seen what had gone on in the barn last night, and Kelly knew full well that Haley wasn’t going home with those guys.

“It’ll be okay,” Kelly whispered, evidently trying to keep things conspiratorial in the backseat. “If you want to talk about it, I’ll listen.”

Haley exhaled, then drew in a quick breath, trying to calm her nerves. “Thanks, but I’ll manage.” She looked out the window again, now at the passing sugarcane. Kelly didn’t lift her hand from Haley’s. After a few more moments, Haley finally pulled hers away and clasped both hands loosely in her lap. She hoped that gave enough of a message to Kelly.

* * *

Haley moped around her house for the better part of the week. She didn’t even attend any of the Southern Decadence—a major gay pride festival—parties or events with Gel on Sunday evening or Monday, even though she’d gotten home early enough to go to some of the great ones. She was happy that he seemed to be in a better mood, though when she asked why, he made a motion of zipping his lips, locking the zipper, and throwing away the key.

Margot had called Monday afternoon to invite her over for a rooftop Labor Day barbecue at Maxwell’s building, but Haley had begged off that too. She worked at her studio only because she had to; she had deadlines for the upcoming fall opera season that couldn’t be ignored. Wherever she went, however, she moved through her day, the ghosts of what she’d had for just the weekend followed her. They left her filled with a bittersweetness that sometimes caused her to stare out windows at nothing in particular and sigh great, deep breaths. She knew she would never regain what she’d had, but she felt glad that she’d had it at all, that those two men had loved her enough to put aside their hatred for each other, even if only for a few hours.