My Two Doms by G. G. Royale Read Free Book Online Page B

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