by G. G. Royale
“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.
The oddest part was neither Jason nor Gregory called her. She even went so far as to check her phone to make sure it still worked. She asked Gel several times on Tuesday and Wednesday to call her to make sure; each call worked. She wondered for a while why they didn’t call but slowly realized they’d both given her what she’d asked for. That should have made her feel better, but for some reason she just felt more bitter than sweet.
By Thursday, she thought she’d successfully put behind her what she’d lost to sufficiently rejoin the flow of the world. She doubted she’d ever fully recover from losing, at once, two men she loved. But when she got the call from Margot to come out to the Black Magnolia for a special, command kitty performance for Lady Corneille Noir, Haley couldn’t refuse.
“It’s like her birthday or something,” Margot told her, “and a Decadence hangover party. But she wants the kittengirls there. I already called Tina, and she agreed to do it. Everyone is going to come. It’ll be a blast.”
Haley glanced across the room to where her kittengirl costume still lay on the floor in a pile of dirty clothes. She didn’t want to wear it again. As she looked at it, she thought about everything she’d been through in the nearly two weeks since she’d last worn it. She definitely couldn’t put that costume back on. She’d changed too much. “I’ll do it.”
“Great!”
But I need something new to wear.
* * *
Haley unlocked her studio door, set down the bottle of wine she’d brought on her cutting table, and dropped the bags of fabric, trim, and notions on the floor. She had a long night ahead of her. She unscrewed the wine and took a drink. She planned on ordering a pizza from the place down the street after she got the first phase of her work done.
She wiped the back of her hand against her mouth, then ripped into her bags. First she pulled out a few yards of gunmetal satin. This reminded her of Gregory: soft but suggestive of steel. Then she pulled out some plush black synthetic mink, the same ebony as Jason’s hair. Pyramid studs, chunky chrome zippers, and plenty of D-rings carried more of her tribute to him. They’d turned her into a new woman, and this costume would honor and celebrate that. Even if she could no longer be with them, they had forever marked her life. They had validated her needs and wants and had given her the confidence to stand up for herself.
Haley fetched her dress form and set it in the center of the room. She turned her radio on to the local college music station and went to work.
Hours passed, and she ordered her pizza: all veggie, extra sauce. She scarfed it down, went down the hall to wash her hands, and got right back into her project. The silver satin romper had started taking shape, and Haley felt particularly good about where it seemed to be going. She didn’t usually design something so recklessly. Normally she'd spend days sketching and drafting, then creating mock-ups out of muslin. But she didn’t have the time for that now. She had to have something done by tomorrow night.
She worked well into the middle of the night, and she finished the wine. At about two, she started a batch of coffee and drank the entire pot as she worked.
Eventually, as she put the last touches on the ears of her costume, she nodded off, her head settling down on the workbench.
When she woke, the outside world was bright with the sun. She knew it had to be at least ten o’clock. Maybe even later.
She looked at her dress form and smiled. She couldn’t believe she had finished it. The gunmetal romper, complete with fur-trimmed puffed sleeves and legs as short as hot pants, looked beautiful. The chrome accents glinted in the light. The front was cut low, with a line of D-rings on ticking down the front. She’d sewn D-rings around the cuffs of the shorts and the sleeves too. From the back came her matching tail. She’d sewn matching black arm warmers that attached with ribbons and D-rings to the ends of the puffed sleeves. She’d never seen anything like it, and she felt a great deal of pride.
All she needed to do was finish the tail, and then she could go home for a real sleep.
* * *
Haley stood, waiting expectantly. Maxwell let Margot out of the other side of the town car and clipped her green leather leash to her matching collar. He held another one for Haley, strictly for appearance’s sake, but she didn’t wear a collar. Instead, he clipped it to one of the D-rings that ran down the front of her costume. “Ready, ladies?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” they answered simultaneously, and he led them into the Black Magnolia.
Haley didn’t know what to expect. She hadn’t been inside since the spring, before the renovations had taken place. Once Maxwell checked them in at the desk—their names were already on some list—he pulled Haley and Margot into the main lounge.
The place looked amazing. It used to be a mishmash of modern furniture, some art nouveau stuff, heavy damask drapes, and walls painted in all different shades. Now chrome, white leather, and clean glass filled the space.
“Margot, fetch drinks. I believe there should already be something at the bar for us.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Maxwell dropped her leash, and Margot headed off to the bar.
Haley stood, waiting, her eyes on the floor. She knew Maxwell wanted nothing to do with her sexually, but she still needed to play the part of a good sub, given the situation.
“You may sit,” he told her.
Haley folded to her knees and sat on one hip, tucking her legs beneath her.
“You’ve made a lovely new costume,” Maxwell said, and Haley felt herself warm a little at his praise. She did love her new costume. It had come out exactly as she had wanted, right down to the headdress and ears. She loved the feel of the satin against her skin, and the fur and chrome accents gave just the right edge.
“Thank you, Sir,” she finally mumbled.
“Certainly.” He placed a finger beneath her chin and raised her head so she could look at him. “I hope you enjoy tonight,” he said, then lowered his voice. “Whatever happens, just remember I had nothing to do with it.” He winked at her, and suddenly Haley felt very insecure. What was going on?
Before she could dwell on it any further, Margot arrived with drinks. She handed them around and then knelt on the floor next to Maxwell and waited for permission to drink.
Haley didn’t wait. Her nerves had suddenly gotten the better of her, and she downed her cosmopolitan in three quick gulps. She knew it would be the only drink she had this night, but she didn’t bother savoring it. She glanced at Margot, and for the first time noticed there was definitely something up with her. Whatever it was, Haley couldn’t tell, but she knew that look. I should call her out on it. But no, she couldn’t do that in front of Maxwell.
On a nearby couch, two women made out with the same man. The wet sounds of their kisses filled the air that had grown too close and hot for Haley. She swallowed. Fall couldn’t come soon enough. She wanted to feel cold instead of overheated all the time.
She hazarded a glance at the ménage on the couch, and the quick glimpse made her heart skip. She still wanted that same thing with Gregory and Jason, but she knew it was impos
sible. Any good spirits she’d felt earlier at coming out tonight immediately fled. It felt much too soon to be doing this. Tears stung her eyes as she realized she hadn’t even come close to getting over her relationship.
“I’m a fool,” she whispered. “I’m just going to ruin your night. I should probably—”
“I did not give you permission to speak,” Maxwell snapped, and his tone made Haley flinch. But it also shut her up. “You’ll do as I say, or I’ll have Margot spank you.”
Haley looked at her friend, and Margot had a small smile on her lips. She didn’t glance up, only sat there holding her rum and Coke, waiting.
“Drink your drink, Margot. It’s nearly time we went upstairs.”
Margot finally raised her glass and started drinking.
Haley lowered her gaze to the floor again and waited. Maxwell did hold her leash, so she had better do what he said for the time being.
When Margot and Maxwell had finished their drinks, Maxwell stood and yanked on Haley’s and Margot’s leashes. “Time to head to the bondage room and give our birthday wishes to her highness.”
Haley could detect a smidge of sarcasm in Maxwell’s voice, but she didn’t let on.
He led the two women in their Japanese-style cat costumes up the stairs to the bondage room. The door was closed, but a deep bass thumping, along with cries of agony and ecstasy, came through the wooden surface.
“Ready?” Maxwell asked.
Haley didn’t think so, but she and Margot both said, “Yes, Sir,” and he opened the door.
He pulled them through by their leashes and then dropped Haley’s. He led Margot off to the side, and Haley came to a halt just inside the door.
Lady Corneille Noir was in fact there, seated at her customary worshipping throne; a slave crouched at her feet. But it didn’t seem to be a party in her honor or anything, and there were no other kittengirls. The lady did have a slight smile on her lips, though, and she nodded her head toward the other side of the room.