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  My Two Doms

  G. G. Royale

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  My Two Doms

  Copyright © October 2010 by G. G. Royale

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  Chapter One

  Haley reveled in the shouts and whistles coming from the audience. She showed off her cat costume, acted the part, playing with the toys Gregory, her handler, offered her, and made sure that the judge for the contest, Lady Corneille Noir, got all the choice views. The three-piece band tried to keep up with her, and she did her best to make it a challenge for them. Margot was right; this is fun. Gregory ran his big hand down her back. She arched for him, winking at the crowd. Then she stuck out her ass and shook her tail. The bell on her collar and those tied to her tail with ribbons jingled, adding to the glorious cacophony.

  But something didn’t feel quite right. Something was missing.

  As Haley batted at a feather-ended cane Gregory dangled in front of her, she scanned the audience.

  Oh no. She saw him: Jason, her other dom, the one who didn’t do any of this kind of stuff—the hard-edged, whips-and-handcuffs one.

  Haley froze, and the audience seemed to recede, shrinking away as Jason’s face took her full attention. She hadn’t expected him to come. She didn’t want him here. He couldn’t know about…Gregory. She looked back at the other, bigger man. How would she explain this to him? What would he do to her? A slight frown crossed his face, and he tried to recapture her attention with the toy he held, but she couldn’t become reabsorbed in the play. She swallowed. Heat bathed her. She thought for a moment about all those in the audience watching her, but she couldn’t even pull herself together for them. Her concentration had broken, and now fear dominated.

  Her men would find out about what she’d done to them. Tonight. She hadn’t prepared herself for that.

  Finally Lady Corneille—dressed as a ringmaster in purple and gold vinyl—ushered them off the stage. “Haley Cat and her handler, Gregory, everyone!”

  Applause followed Haley as she took the steps down to the auditorium floor. Her legs felt weak, and she had to grasp the handrail as she descended. What would she say to him? Which him? To them?

  This could go so badly.

  Without asking or even waiting for permission, she headed to the back of the hall. Vaguely she heard the next kittengirl’s introduction, but Haley’s world had shrunk down to the situation that had just arisen.

  Her two doms were here.

  Her good thing would come to an end. She should have expected it, really. She’d played with fire, letting herself get wrapped up in two relationships. But for her, it was all about the experience of giving herself to the men. She hadn’t even cultivated real boyfriend/girlfriend type interactions with them. Sometimes they ate together; then they played.

  At the makeshift bar in the back, she took a vodka cranberry from Sig, the bartender and a friend of hers, and drank half of it down quickly, leaning against the red walls. Gregory got a beer from Sig and stuffed his other hand into the pocket of his trousers. He looked far too relaxed. Hadn’t he been able to tell whom she’d focused on in the crowd? Didn’t he feel her panic?

  “What happened there at the end?” he asked. “You froze up.”

  Haley didn’t answer right away. She didn’t know what to say. Maybe there was a chance to get out of here without—

  The sight of Jason pushing his way through the crowd toward her tied her tongue. How could she explain any of this? She finally inhaled. “That happened,” she said, indicating the approaching man with a thrust of her chin. She glanced sideways at Gregory, who took a long sip of his beer.

  “Who’s that?” he asked after he swallowed. Haley cringed at the lack of suspicion in his voice. Of course Gregory wouldn’t suspect her of being with anyone else. He was too confident and sure of himself. She hoped this wouldn’t break him.

  It took Haley a few more drinks of her cocktail before she could answer. By then, Jason stood right in front of her, nearly toe-to-toe. His normally pale skin appeared flushed with anger or heat or something else she couldn’t identify. His gaze burned into her. She could tell he knew exactly what was going on. He’d seen her onstage, after all, strutting for the audience. He’d never shown her off like that. Play was between them, he thought. If he didn’t like to share her that way, she supposed he really didn’t like to share her—she glanced at Gregory—this way either.

  She took one more drink, swallowed it carefully, and said, “Gregory, meet Jason. Jason, Gregory. Y’all are my two doms.”

  She waited for something—anything—from either of them, but all they did was stand there, staring at her.

  The crowd erupted with applause as another kittengirl entered or exited the stage for the costume contest. Haley had lost track. She looked into her cup. Empty. She glanced at Sig, but he was serving someone else and could offer no immediate help. She looked at Gregory and then at Jason.

  She sighed, then did her best not to buckle under the gaze of the two men now confronting her. Really, she only had herself to blame. She’d never thought she was one for exclusiveness. It had never occurred to her that these two men both considered her “his.” She’d never bothered to hide it, but oddly it had never come up with either of them. But now it seemed clear that they both wanted her, and she’d blown it…with both of them. Her cheeks started to burn.

  She set her glass down on the bar. She placed her feet a comfortable distance apart. She prepared herself for a confrontation. Gregory stood now, his beer gone, striking his palm with the toy he’d used to tease her earlier. The image reminded her of a Soviet agent ready to flog information out of some captured spy.

  Jason stood with his arms folded, that same look in his eye he always gave her when she’d done something very, very wrong. Usually he’d reprimand her with a spanking and a round of cock sucking, but she could tell that’s not what he wanted tonight.

  Haley swallowed, found her throat unbearably dry, and scanned the crowd, trying to seek out some help. She saw Margot, but the other kittengirl was lip-locked with her new master, completely oblivious to wh
at was going on around her. His hands gripped Margot’s bare ass, forming divots in the soft flesh that Haley could see from here.

  She could not catch anyone’s eye to beg for help. Am I invisible to everyone but these two? Haley looked back at the two men and offered them a shaky smile.

  What am I going to say?

  She sighed again.

  “Okay, this is what happened,” she started. Her gaze flicked back and forth between them. Then she lowered her eyes. She explained everything. The time line of the relationships, the planning for the cat show they were currently attending, the expectation that Jason would most likely stay away because he’d never shown an interest in pony play or any other animal play, and why she’d chosen Gregory for tonight.

  They didn’t seem happy with the explanation.

  “I’m sorry. Between the two of you, I feel like I have everything I need. Enough time, enough variety… I can’t see myself with just one of you. With the both of you, together, I’m happier than I have been in a long time. You can even ask Margot. But I should have told you both what was going on.” If anything, they seemed angrier. Well, too bad, she decided. She raised her chin, first a little to look at Jason, and then a lot to look at Gregory. There was no one or the other. “I want both of you. Do you understand?” She wouldn’t feel cowed or ashamed by this.

  “I don’t blame her for this,” Jason said quietly. To Haley, it looked as if Jason tried to flay open Gregory’s face with the strength of his gaze. She knew she would wilt if he looked at her that way, but Gregory took it.

  “I don’t either,” Gregory told him. Gregory crossed his arms, a sure sign he’d decided on a confrontation.

  “Then at least we can agree on that.”

  And they just stood there, staring at one another.

  Haley swallowed. That was not the reaction she’d expected. Gregory and Jason focused on each other now, seeming to forget she even stood there. Tension surged between them, palpable even to Haley. They directed none of their ire at her; it was all for the other man. She’d expected epithets hurled at her, blame pushed on her head. After all, she’d been the one to mislead the two men. Both of them were innocent in all this.

  Jason turned slightly, and Haley could tell by the stance of his body that he was ready for a confrontation with the larger man.

  Gregory took a step back and raised his hands. “We can work this out somehow, I’m sure, if she’ll have either of us after tonight.”

  Why wouldn’t she want either of them? Wasn’t it clear? Wait. “What?” Haley asked. “There’s no either—”

  “Work something out?” Jason harrumphed and shook his head. “What’s to work out? I want her for myself.”

  Gregory nodded. “So do I, but I’m willing to negotiate.”

  Negotiate? “What about what I wa—”

  Jason cut her off again. “Then may the best man win.” He raised his chin.

  Gregory nodded and stalked away, evidently set on composing some kind of battle plan. Haley stood there, too shocked to do or say anything.

  “I can’t believe you let him show you off like that,” Jason growled at her. He shook his head.

  Haley took a deep breath. “I enjoy being shown off, Jason. That’s something you’ve yet to understand.” It was part of the reason she liked Gregory so much. He loved showing her off in all types of situations.

  Jason just shook his head again and spun on his heel. Haley stood there, not knowing if or whom she should pursue.

  Margot rushed over, her bare boobs bouncing. “They just announced you won the costume contest, Haley. You need to go get your prize.”

  Haley blinked at her friend. “What?”

  “The prize,” Margot repeated.

  Haley glanced up at the stage and realized all the eyes in the audience were on her. Oh great.

  Margot retreated to her dom, and Haley watched as he enveloped her in his arms. She wanted that for herself but didn’t feel like she’d ever attain it. At least, not with one man.

  She scanned the crowd, looking for either Jason or Gregory. She could find neither. Reluctantly Haley walked up to the stage and accepted her prize. She felt numb as she took it from Lady Corneille, and she left as quickly as she could, even in the face of all the cheering and shouts. She made a beeline for the exit.

  The moist Louisiana night air rushed over her body. She looked up at the waning moon, just a few days this side of full, through the branches of an oak tree. She took a deep breath and fought back tears. Everything’s ruined. Sure, they wanted to fight over her, but that was not what she wanted. She wanted both. Haley didn’t dare imagine what life would have been like with both men in it, knowing each other, working off each other. For a moment, the idea sent a shiver of desire through her, but reality quickly quelled it. That would clearly never happen now. Had she only told them…

  But Haley could have no time for regrets. Best to move on, forget about them.

  But could she?

  She headed down the street to her borrowed car. She didn’t often drive the art car—an old Buick that an artist friend had covered in a mosaic of Mardi Gras beads portraying the stations of the cross. Adorning the hood—in the vibrant metallic colors of plastic beads—was the Crucifixion. The vehicle was huge, cumbersome, completely unsuited to New Orleans’s narrow streets, and drew people’s attention, but the air conditioner worked. Her friend had left it for her for the summer when he went north to pick crops. She climbed in and stared down the street, debating whether she really wanted to go back to her empty house. Inside the hall she could find some distraction, but she decided she didn’t feel into the whole thing anymore. Her reason for being into it at all was gone. She started up the car, turned the radio up, and drove off toward home.

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  Haley snapped shut her cell phone, slipped it in her pocket, and put on her sunglasses. Margot wanted to meet for coffee in fifteen minutes; Margot absolutely needed to dish about what went on the night before. Haley wasn’t sure she felt like talking about it, particularly with Margot in her recent overly bubbly state.

  She decided to walk to the coffee shop. It was a few blocks away, but she could use the time to clear her head and get her blood pumping. After last night, her mind still raced, playing through scenarios of what she should have said or done. Both Gregory’s and Jason’s faces would float up and shout condemning things at her, phrases they’d never actually say in real life, but ones Haley had no trouble fabricating. She’d ruined two good things last night and had no one to blame but herself.

  She passed Markey Park and listened to the kids playing on the jungle gym and the dogs chasing each other and yapping on the baseball field. It really was a beautiful Sunday morning—or early afternoon, she corrected herself.

  She crossed the railroad tracks and passed the grocery store and the abandoned house that looked like it could fall forward onto the sidewalk at any moment. She found Margot sitting in one of the café’s chairs on the sidewalk, a brown shopping bag at her feet and two iced mochas already on the table.

  Haley sat down and helped herself to one of the drinks. She took a long sip, then looked across the table at Margot.

  “Night didn’t end so well for you, huh?” Margot asked.

  Haley shook her head and took a deep breath. “I’d had so much fun too. What a drag.” But “drag” didn’t even begin to cover it. She still fought tears at the thought she could never be with her men again. She wanted to talk to Margot about it, but she didn’t know where to begin. To an outsider, Haley had two-timed Gregory and Jason. Was there any way to make it look rosier than that? Probably not. She was the villain here. She'd played two guys to cater to her own selfishness.

  Margot leaned over and pushed the paper bag toward Haley. “Your clothes and things are in there. You left them behind.”

  “Thanks.” Haley wished she knew how to ask for help.

  “I don’t think you should give up on either of those guys,” Margot said as if Haley h
ad requested advice already. Haley breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe her friend did know how to help. “I mean, I talked to Jason after you left, and he—”

  Haley raised her eyebrows. “I thought he’d left before me.” Was there some hope of recovering here?

  “Well, I guess he came back for you or something.” She leaned in conspiratorially. “I think I may have convinced him to give you another chance.”

  Haley knew he’d give her another chance. Problem was, she didn’t want him alone, and how did you tell someone nicely that he just wasn’t enough? Obviously she hadn’t gotten it right last night, and clearly Margot didn’t understand what she wanted. Haley didn’t know how to tell her. “You shouldn’t have bothered. It’s over. I blew it.”

  “But you could—”

  Haley held up a hand as she took another sip of the mocha. Margot couldn’t possibly know her frame of mind right now. She’d turned quite monogamous with her new guy. Haley thought back to a party they’d both attended just a couple of weeks ago, before Margot had met Maxwell. She’d had strangers fuck her while strapped to a cross. Even Haley had never been that submissive. Margot was clearly not the person to ask for advice on this particular topic. She set her cup down and said, “Drop it.”

  Margot seemed to deflate. “If you say so.” But then she smiled. “Maxwell asked me to move in with him.”

  Haley felt her eyes go wide. Doesn’t that just figure? As soon as Margot gets her life together, mine falls apart. “Isn’t that a little fast?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  Haley finished her mocha, picked up the shopping bag with her things in it, and stood. “Thanks for bringing my stuff anyway.” She turned away and started trudging back down the street, not even waiting for Margot to reply. Haley felt happy for her friend, but she needed some time to herself right now. After all, two good relationships had ended the night before. If she could call them relationships. But she’d felt so tied to those men, even if she didn’t go to the movies with them or clean the kitchen together. Losing two men… Wasn’t that worse than just one? Shouldn’t she feel twice as upset as someone who only loved one person?