My Two Doms by G. G. Royale

at him. He stood and left the tub, grabbing his own towel and quickly drying. She admired his well-toned body: his flat stomach, his heavy, thick cock, and the swell of his calves.
    Behind him, Jason rose, dripping, out of the tub as well, and she loved his lean physique, his pale skin, his slender, long cock. When he reached the bed, he stripped the linens off the end where Haley had shoved them, adding to the pile of clothes and towels already on the floor.
    Haley could tell the two men had plans for her.
    “Going after what you want is not necessarily selfish,” Jason said, standing at the foot of the bed, his gaze burning into her.
    “Particularly if it makes someone else happy,” Gregory added, and he climbed onto the bed and wrapped Haley up in his big arms. She felt safe and distracted for a moment, and then Jason joined them. All three tangled together in a tight embrace, arms and legs intertwined. Haley couldn’t remember when she had felt so protected, like nothing could hurt her.
    “We’re not really good at this,” Jason said, his breath hot against her ear.
    “But we each want to make you happy,” Gregory told her.
    “Can we all work together for that?” Haley asked. “I mean, Gregory’s always going to be an oil man, and you will always want to hate him for it, Jason.” She didn’t think this relationship was possible. She had seen how mad Jason got, and she knew Gregory wouldn’t take his moods lightly like she could. In that—and so many other things, more each passing hour, it seemed—the two men were incompatible. Surely a ménage relationship…
    “We had a talk,” Jason told her, “while we were carrying you back from the boardwalk.”
    “I may be strong,” Gregory said, “but I couldn’t have pulled you up out of the water fast enough on my own.”
    “I definitely couldn’t have done it by myself,” Jason admitted. “It made us realize that maybe there are other parts of your life where you will need both of us.”
    “But how can you both just change like that for a relation—” Haley stopped herself. She didn’t need to think about the relationship aspect of it now. That would definitely lead to bruised hearts. No, instead she’d focus on the sex.
    And here, now, she had two hot men holding her. Two men that should be taking a much more active role in controlling her.
    Haley wondered what was going on. Since this morning, neither had acted very dominant. Cordial, careful, nurturing, but no orders or commands. “What’s going on with you two?” she asked.
    “We’re worried about you,” Gregory told her.
    “You fainted, after all,” Jason said.
    “But you’ve both been very…nice to me, even if not to each other.”
    “What do you mean?” Jason asked.
    “Well, neither of you got mad at me when I stormed off. You didn’t reprimand me at breakfast for taking control of the situation.”
    “We don’t always have to play,” Gregory reminded her.
    Haley had to stop for a moment and remember again that she had had nothing outside sex and play with either of these men. It had all been about the scene and BDSM. Other than a few rushed meals here and there, she hadn’t spent much time just living with either of them. She didn’t know either of them very well. She wondered what that would really feel like—knowing the men’s minds and hearts, their fears and dreams. She had fantasized, but that could never come close to the real thing in regard to complexity, potential heartache, or possible joy.
    “Can we…make love?” she asked, surprising even herself. After her fall and the heat of the whirlpool tub, she didn’t think she wanted anything grandiose or staged. No restraints or props, but she did want Jason and Gregory pressed up against her, their three bodies uniting into oneness.
    “If you feel up to it,” Jason said.
    She thought about it for a moment. “I think I do. So long as it’s…sweet.” She saw them exchange glances over her.
    “I think