by G. G. Royale
“Twenty minutes,” Gregory growled. “Then dinner.”
“Yes, Sir.” Haley turned away and headed for the door. She cracked it open and scanned the hall. When she didn’t see anyone, she darted to her room, letting herself in and closing the door. Funny that she could hang suspended from a Catherine’s wheel completely naked but didn’t want anyone to see her nude in the hall.
Haley’s muscles felt overworked, and she wanted a nice hot shower to prepare her for even more to come this evening. She climbed in the shower and turned on the water, letting the cold course over her a few moments before turning on the hot. She let it pound down on her tight shoulders. Despite the fact that she’d had a relaxing dip in the hot tub and nice bout of lovemaking, she still felt tense. I suppose nearly getting eaten by an alligator could do that. She smiled as she lathered her hair with the ginger shampoo Zeke had placed in her room. The spicy, floral scent filled her nostrils, and she smiled as she felt a little of the stress leave her body.
Haley ran her razor over her body, hitting all the key points, and turned off the water.
She went to her bag and took out the last of her clothes, what she expected to wear home tomorrow. At least she’d have some extra room in her closet when she got home. But tonight she didn’t want to wear the demure clothes she’d chosen for traveling. What else could she do? Her fall into the swamp had even ruined her boots.
Haley threw on one of the room’s robes and headed back out into the hall. She knew which room Cyn and Todd stayed in, and she also knew Cyn was one to overpack. She hoped Cyn had something she could borrow. As she drew up even with the door, she heard the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from the room. Haley swallowed, raised her hand to knock anyway—she felt that desperate—and then heard, “What’s up?”
Haley turned to see Kelly coming out of her room. “Oh, hey… Do you have anything I can borrow to wear?”
Kelly raked her gaze across her terrycloth-clad body, and Haley reached up to hold the front of the robe closed. She felt a level of heat there she wasn’t used to getting from girls.
“I think I’ve got something that would suit you,” she finally said, and she motioned for Haley to follow her back into her room.
Haley watched as Kelly dug through her bag and finally came up with a glittery, vinyl minidress. It plunged low in the front and was cut high up on the thigh.
“I think your gents would love to see you in this.” She handed it to Haley. “I know I would.”
Haley crinkled her brow. “I thought you and Todd…”
“Oh, we play. Cyn and me too. I play with a lot of people.” She reached up and pushed the lapel of Haley’s robe down, exposing a little more flesh. Then she stroked a finger along Haley’s collarbone. “I’d like to play with you.”
Haley took a step back. “Thanks, but I’ve got enough on my plate right now.” She held the dress up. “I’ll get this back to you.”
She walked quickly back to her room and closed the door behind her, hoping Kelly wouldn’t try to come after her. She took a few breaths, her back against the door, the small vinyl dress clutched in her hands.
After her heart slowed a bit, Haley dressed and checked herself in the mirror quickly before heading out again. She thought about Kelly as she did. “…play with a lot of people,” she’d said. Haley didn’t think she could do that anymore. She’d been content with it in the past, but now that she’d had even just a taste of Jason and Gregory together, she couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.
So maybe she never would have anything else. After tonight, she could very well resign herself to becoming some kind of old maid, albeit a sexy and young one.
“This is it,” she said to herself. “It may be my last night getting what I want. I need to make the most of it.” No matter what the men told her—about working things out, the talks they’d had—she still felt as if everything could fall apart at any moment. She knew people were hard to change, particularly in matters of the heart.
She heard another door in the hallway open and close, and then Gregory’s and Jason’s voices. She pressed her ear to the door. Would they think to come here, or would they go down to meet her?
“You’ve got to stick to the plan, little man,” she heard Gregory say.
“I know, dude,” Jason replied.
“Don’t fuck it up for me.”
“Don’t fuck it up for me.” Jason paused. “I’m the one who loves her.”
Haley’s heart leaped into her throat. She nearly gagged with the feeling of it. Hadn’t she heard the same thing this morning? She didn’t think it went that deep.
“Well, don’t think you’re the only one anymore.” Gregory this time, and Haley sank to her knees, pressed up against the door. “Do you think I’d do all this if I didn’t?”
“I don’t know what you’d do,” Jason said. “You could be some kind of depraved…” Their voices receded down the hall. They didn’t come to her door. They didn’t wait for her.
Shit.
* * *
Haley stepped into the lounge wearing the small vinyl dress Kelly had loaned her. Its deep V front held her small breasts high, and she could see the outlines of the rings that pierced her nipples through the fabric. Hank hosted no formal dinner tonight; an abundance of canapés, tapas, and other treats was laid out on the tables around the room. She didn’t see Gregory or Jason, and she wondered where they had gone to. Hadn’t they been headed right here when she’d overheard them in the hall?
Rather than worry about it, she fixed a plate of food, poured a glass of wine, and took a seat in one of the chairs near the window. Other people came and went, taking light refreshment between play, no doubt.
Haley sipped her wine, a light, crisp white, and nibbled on the food. It all tasted excellent, but her mind remained elsewhere. She had made her decision. She would put everything she had into tonight, and then she would end her interactions with both men. The men lacked compatibility, and as much as she loved them together, she couldn’t live with both of them fighting all the time.
As she looked out the window, watching the lights on the veranda play across the surface of the pool, two figures coming in from the barn caught her eye: one tall and wide, the other slightly shorter and lean. She knew the figures from the gloom before she could even make out their details. A thrill of apprehension ran through her. They would—she figured—make their last encounter together something remarkable, even if they didn’t know it was their last. She had no doubt that’s what they were already setting up.
She lost her view of them as they came around to enter the house. She drained her glass and set it down. She didn’t want the men to see her hands shaking.
Haley steadied her breathing and prepared for the worst, which—hopefully—would be the best for her.
She watched the entrance to the lounge, her gaze never wavering. She inhaled deeply and then exhaled, trying to disperse the knot that had formed in her stomach. But it wouldn’t go away. She heard her own heart pounding in her ears, and her mouth went dry.
Why am I so worked up? It wasn’t as if she had never done this before. But I have never done it with two men who supposedly love me.
That changed everything.
Then Gregory and Jason walked in, and Haley’s breath caught in her throat. She saw the determination on their faces, and her heart beat faster. They—between them, she could tell—had come to some decision, and she would be changed because of it. She regretted the fact that this would be their last night together. Even if they could hold it together, which it looked like they could, that didn’t mean she could have any kind of future with them.
Haley smiled as they stepped up to her. They didn’t need to know what decisions she’d made; her job now was submission.
* * *
Cold steel closed around Haley’s wrists. She kept her head lowered, but she desperately wanted to look up to see what they were doing, to know what she should expect, but she dare not disobey the orde
r Jason had given her to keep her gaze down.
She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to keep herself from defying her doms. She hung suspended from a web, held up at a forty-five degree angle, her wrists and ankles held in chromed cuffs at the corners. Her knees were bent, her calves strapped to her thighs. The dress she’d borrowed from Kelly lay in a heap on the floor, cut away by Jason as he’d done to her clothes the night before, but she didn’t want to think about that. She only wanted to focus on what would come next. What would happen to her.
The other sounds in the barn were filtered away as Haley’s attention narrowed to the slight bite of metal against her wrists and ankles, the web of netting at her back and its slight abrasion against her skin. An artificial breeze skimmed across her bare body, and even in the heat, she broke out in goose bumps. She didn’t know what the men had in store for her.
“Haley, open your eyes and look at me,” Gregory told her.
She did so slowly. He stood there, gazing down at her. He’d already removed his shirt, and Haley licked her lips at the sight of his broad chest. Jason stood slightly behind him in black leather pants. He too had undressed from the waist up, and her gaze followed his happy trail from his navel down to the top button of his fly. A few more dark hairs peeked out there. She wanted what lay beneath.
“Focus on me, Haley,” Gregory told her, but Haley had started unbuttoning Jason’s fly in her imagination. She didn’t want to look back at Gregory. Not right now, anyway.
Then she felt the sting of a cane across her thigh. She hadn’t even seen or heard it coming. She gasped and immediately snapped her attention back to Gregory.
“Do as I say,” he told her again.
Haley swallowed and nodded slightly. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now listen closely.” The tone of his voice invited her to snuggle in—if that were possible given her current situation—and do exactly as he asked. It reassured her. “At some point in the near future, we both want to take you. At the same time.”
Yes, Haley thought. I’d like that. But she couldn’t have it, could she?
“But we all know you are not quite ready. Tonight, we are going to start…training you.”
Haley had gone through plenty of training with Gregory. She trusted him to do what she needed him to. He reached out and ran a hand up her leg.
Jason stepped around to her other side. “Do you hear what we are saying?” he asked her. “Training.”
Haley nodded again. Certainly she knew, didn’t she?
“We are going to stretch you,” Gregory continued, his voice low, almost full of threat. “We are going to stretch you until you can barely take it, until you might just scream out that safe word at the top of your lungs. Do you think you can handle that?”
“Yes, Sir.” She could handle it. Her body tingled at the very idea, and she felt moisture seep between her legs.
“Good,” Jason said. She heard a touch of joy in his voice, as if he couldn’t wait to get started.
Haley couldn’t wait for him to start.
“Now”—Gregory walked over to a table. An array of different-sized butt plugs and dildos sat arranged on it, as well as a few different containers of lube—“we will start small and work our way up. Right, Jason?”
Haley felt her eyes go wide, and all of the sudden her ass in its literal swing felt very exposed and vulnerable. She knew exactly where some—if not all—of those toys would end up. Haley watched as Jason joined Gregory at the table and picked up a small, bright green butt plug. He coated it liberally with lube, running his hands up and down its stubby length. Haley fantasized momentarily about watching him do that to actual flesh on another man, but quickly chased the idea out of her head. She had enough to deal with here.
“Maybe we should have laid her facedown,” Gregory said as he eyed the first plug.
Jason shook his head. “Easier to see her face this way, and a better show for the crowd.”
Haley’s gaze flicked to the barn for a moment. Sure enough, people had started to gather in a loose circle, clearly waiting for the show that would star her. Then she looked at Jason. His face possessed a grim, determined set, as if he would have to work hard to make this fun. She felt sorry for him, but she also swelled with joy that he would again make this sacrifice for her.
Jason walked around behind her with the small plug. He ran his hand down her back, and she shivered. She also realized there was a convenient lack of webbing directly beneath her ass. Easier access, she suddenly knew. Gregory stepped up between her legs. He grasped her hips with his big hands and held her as Jason ran the plug between her ass cheeks, leaving a cold trail of lube.
“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 su
b, “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.