“Yes,” Gregory said, and Haley could tell the other man was beginning to loosen up by the tone of his voice. He didn’t object to the word or offer up one of his own. They didn’t even have one for their play; it generally didn’t necessitate it.
He’s doing this for me
. The realization that both these men would make the same sacrifice for her washed through Haley. Neither of them wanted it, but they wanted her badly enough to do whatever
she
wanted. If she hadn’t already entered her sub frame of mind, she would have felt a little smug, would have wondered what else she could get them to do…
Jason buckled on Haley’s second wrist cuff and then knelt at her feet.
“Take off your boots.”
He waited as she stepped out of her cowboy boots. Then he slipped off her socks for her. Finally, Jason unhooked the ankle cuffs from his belt and began securing those too.
When he’d finished, he stood, wiped his hands on the front of his jeans, and hooked a finger through one of the metal rings at Haley’s wrist.
“Ready for this?” he asked her.
Haley nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Jason brought Haley into the bright lights of the barn.
God, she wanted them so badly. She wanted a tail inside her, one on a butt plug big enough for whichever man took her to feel it as he plunged into her. She wanted to have to hold the tail away as he buried his other hand in her short, blonde hair, pulling her head back so she would have to arch her back. And then she wanted another cock in her mouth, to taste the flavor of that man—which one didn’t matter—as they both worked to bring her and each other to climax. They may not want each other, but they would feed off each other. The thought thrilled her and caused moisture to dampen her panties. How much longer would she need to have those on, anyway? In the barn—with others playing around her—she already felt overdressed.
Haley turned and took in Gregory yet again. She wondered if, in another time, another place, he would sit down with Jason over steaks and shoot the shit. Probably not. She knew they would never have a relationship like that. More’s the pity. Life could be so pleasant if they did, if they could work together seamlessly.
But they both wanted her, and she wanted both of them. Together. No negotiation. She hoped the men respected that, and that they could go through with tonight’s activities.
“Please,” she said to Gregory, her voice sounding quiet amid the sex sounds coming from the barn. Jason waited, his hold on her light.
Gregory followed them into the barn.
Jason stood with Haley in the large center space. She could tell he was taking in all the equipment, probably assessing them for their purposes. She had to admit Hank had an impressive layout. Certainly nothing to sneeze at.
“The Catherine’s wheel, I think,” Gregory suggested.
Jason nodded, slowly at first, then with more enthusiasm. “That would work, wouldn’t it? At least, if you’re thinking what I’m thinking.”
Haley felt as if Jason really had made a step forward, since he was willing to play out in the open like this. Her heart warmed at the idea that he would risk something for her, even if only for this one time. It went beyond simply playing with another man to putting himself in a position in which he probably felt quite vulnerable.
Gregory cracked a smile. “I think I’m thinking the same thing you’re thinking.”
He stepped forward, grasped Haley’s other cuff with his free hand, and together he and Jason led her toward the vacant Catherine’s wheel.
Haley had never used the wheel. She could feel herself pulling back even though she didn’t want to. Would they leave her with her legs up in the air, all the blood rushing to her head…?
“Come along,” Gregory coached her.
She took the last few timid steps toward the apparatus.
The three now stood within touching distance of the wheel. Haley had a vision of spinning and getting fucked in whatever orifice ended upright, like some kind of kinky
Wheel of Fortune
. Not tonight. Maybe later. Maybe Gregory and Jason could even take turns at it, once they’d sorted out the whole
together
thing.
Who would win that game?
Gregory and Jason released Haley’s cuffs, and she took the last step toward the wheel, then turned to face them.
“I’m ready, Sirs,” she said. She tried to enter that mind space of hers, the one she kept separate from her everyday life, the one she reserved for play. This person was a different Haley than the one who took care of her friends and sewed elaborate costumes. This Haley was meant only for pleasure…for these two men.
She felt ready and willing to give herself to them. At the very thought, arousal shot through her. Her nipples went hard, and a small moan escaped her. She wanted to reach up and stroke her breasts, but she didn’t have permission, so instead she waited, her body thrumming with need.
Gregory stared at her; she could feel his eyes heating her. And Jason too, standing, tension vibrating through his body, the fly of his jeans stretching toward her.
“Fuck,” Gregory murmured. He dropped his riding crop to the barn floor and grasped Haley. He lowered his lips to hers and ravaged her mouth.
Haley didn’t doubt Jason felt the same way. And as much as she loved the feeling of Gregory forcing his tongue into her, taking her and wanting her, she needed more. She pushed away and held out a hand to Jason. He approached and leaned down too, biting at her lower lip, pulling at it with the slightest pressure, enough to promise pain but do no damage.
When he finally pulled back, Haley could not catch her breath. She stood there for a few moments, drawing in sobbing drafts of air, trying to get her heart to stop pounding.
“You get the right,” Gregory told Jason, indicating the wrist and ankle cuffs. “I’ll get the left.”
Haley registered every rough finger, every brush of a lightly haired forearm against her skin, every breath that feathered across her cheek. Each man had taken one of her arms and was now securing them over her head to the surface of the wheel. She perched on a small protuberance between her legs, a rather precarious stool. Then the men bent and spread her legs farther, fixing her ankles to the wheel at five and seven o’clock. Still wearing her skirt and shirt, she lay spread-eagle, upright against the wheel.
Jason straightened and fastened a wide, padded strap around her waist.
“I’m going to remove the pin now, Haley,” Gregory told her. “Are you ready?”
Haley swallowed. “Yes, Sir,” she said, and she heard the faintest slip of metal. Then the wheel—top-heavy with her weight—spun her around. She felt like a child on a carnival ride. She couldn’t stop giggling, but she had to squeeze her eyes shut to keep out the twirling room.
And like that, all the worry and pessimism fled from her. She felt caught in a moment of pure joy, and she grew light with it. The strife of the outside world fell away; all that occupied her thoughts was the right here, right now of the night.
After what seemed like forever, her whirling stopped, her head pointed downward, her legs splayed up and spread wide. She opened her eyes to see Gregory peering down into her face. He placed one hand on the wheel, keeping it steady. Haley looked for Jason and found him standing slightly to the side, his arms crossed.
“I think we forgot something important,” Gregory said as he searched Haley’s face. For what, she didn’t know. “But it seems such a shame to take her down now. Jason, would you happen to have some bandage scissors in that bag of yours.”
Haley knew he did. He liked to play with ropes too. She’d often fallen victim to his shibari skills.
“Sure do.” Jason left Haley’s field of vision and returned a moment later with a pair of shears.
“Cut the skirt away, won’t you?” Gregory asked him.
Jason snicker-snacked the scissors and approached Haley. Her face was at the level of his knees, and she could feel the cool steel of the shears against her belly as he slid them in. It seemed as if the entire world stopped with the anticipation of that first sound of cutting fabric. And then came the soft
shriiipp
of the denim parting to the sharp blades of his scissors. Haley sighed, and her womb burned with need. She could feel the back side of the blade sliding along her bare skin as Jason worked his way up to the hem of the skirt. He caught the elastic of her panties too, and just as easily, they were cut away from her.
Gregory leaned over her and ripped open her shirt, the snaps seeming to pop with the same pent-up emotion Haley felt.
She heard the final
snap
as the scissor blades came together, and Jason pulled her skirt from beneath her. He snipped through the other side of her panties and pulled those off as well. He threw them aside.
“Get the bra too, will you?” Gregory asked. Jason leaned down and slid the shears beneath the front of the bra, right between Haley’s breasts. Again she felt the cool metal against her flesh, which seemed to be growing more and more sensitive with each passing second. He cut that, and then each strap, and pulled the useless bit of fabric away.
Haley now hung there, completely bare save for the shirt scrunched around her shoulders. The cross breeze that traveled through the barn wafted over her clean-shaven pussy. Haley felt relieved that she had taken the time this morning to clean up down there. Here she was completely exposed. And she knew, before long, others in the barn would take notice and decide to watch what Jason and Gregory did to her. She hoped Jason could take it. She knew he must feel some awful pressure tonight, and her heart swelled with…
What? Love? That he made that sacrifice for me
? It almost felt like that was exactly the feeling, but she couldn’t really believe it.
She could feel the dampness between her legs increase at the thought. She loved being on display. Could both her men handle it? Would they push and shove for the limelight? Would they try to upstage each other?
No. Jason will defer to Gregory tonight
. Haley knew he wasn’t ready to take the chief role. He had to work out his own issues. She loved that Gregory would be the man to lead him through this. Gregory was a calm but firm dom. A teacher almost, who—if he could put aside the feelings of ownership he had for Haley—could really help Jason discover who he was and how amazing this relationship with her could be.
She didn’t let herself remember the caveat Gregory had put on this play. Only for the weekend. Then make a decision. Haley denied that option right now. No, she wanted to be absorbed in the play, and negative thoughts would only ruin it.
Gregory turned the wheel, allowing her a moment’s upright respite. She sighed as the blood flowed back into her limbs. Jason stepped forward and ran his hands up and down her body. “Everything feel all right?” he asked.
Haley nodded.
“What?” Jason narrowed his eyes slightly to illustrate the warning in that word.
“I mean, yes, Sir.”
Then Jason bent and set to work loosening one of her ankle cuffs. He strapped another cuff around her knee and hoisted her leg up, spreading her farther apart. He fastened one of the rings from that cuff to the wheel and then refastened the ankle cuff at a new point. Now Haley lay suspended, her right leg down, her left pulled up at the hip, bent at the knee, and secured.
“I think she’s ready,” Jason told Gregory.
Ready for what? Haley wondered. She felt her heartbeat quicken and her nipples tighten further in the breeze. Sure enough, other guests had started gathering around the wheel. Giddiness built in the bottom of Haley’s gut, layering on top of her desire.
Gregory leaned forward and brushed his lips across hers. “I think you’d better check to see for sure,” he said to Jason.
“My pleasure.” Jason ran a hand down her torso, palming the smooth plane of her belly, and then slid over her bare mound.
He dipped a finger in, and Haley strained her hips forward against the feeling of it. He pulled his finger back, swirling her slickness over her clit.
“Definitely ready,” Jason said and held up his finger for anyone to see.
“Then fortune takes another turn,” Gregory told Haley, and he spun the wheel. Now that Haley was naked, the air current from her spinning rushed past her sex and across her nipples. She felt her body flush and heat. She didn’t giggle this time, nor did she close her eyes. No, this felt like an entirely different ride.
Eventually Gregory reached out a hand and slowed the wheel. He stopped Haley as she lay with her right side parallel to the floor, her left leg stretched upward. Her head kept spinning, and she had to close her eyes and take a few deep breaths to settle her stomach.
She heard the sound of metal against metal, which told her Gregory had replaced the pin. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He stepped back and stood with his arms crossed next to Jason. They both seemed to be admiring their work.
Haley hung there, waiting, the tension in her pussy building as she watched the two men she wanted so desperately to take her.
“Condom, Greg?” Jason asked.
“Sure.”
Jason dug around in his bag and came back out with two foil-wrapped condoms. He handed one to Gregory.
Haley watched as more people gathered.
How many had come out for the weekend
? She couldn’t believe it. She sucked in a breath. So many of them to witness her first venture into this new…fetish? That didn’t sound right. It seemed deeper than that. Haley wanted two men, yes, but
these
two men. She couldn’t see herself in another situation with two other men. No, it had to be this combination.
Jason and Gregory.
And as Haley’s mind wandered on this tangent, momentarily detached from the present, from the impending penetration, she realized she didn’t want them only now either. She didn’t want them only in this situation. No, she wanted them snuggled in bed on either side of her. She wanted them to walk the levee with her. She wanted them all to pick out a dog together.
Stop it, Haley
. She couldn’t let herself get wrapped up in any of that. All she had was this, now.
“Haley, where’s your mind?” Jason asked. She snapped her gaze to him. He could always tell when her thoughts drifted away from the scene. He bent down and looked into her face. “Do you need a little redirection?” he asked her.