Clifftop Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (29 page)

Allie looked from him to Karl, her eyes huge. A smile slowly spread across Karl’s face as he turned to her. “Well, Allie? Does Brad speak for you, too? Do you have any objections to his proposal?”

Allie shook her head violently. “That’s great! I agree that you’ve always been completely honorable and…and respectful. Brad, you’re wonderful.” She grabbed Brad and gave him an enthusiastic kiss, then grinned at Karl across the table.

“I agree, Brad,” Karl said, grinning back. “I want you both to know that I appreciate your expression of trust. And I think you deserve a treat.” He stood up and began picking up plates.

Brad raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yes. Nothing caps off a day better than a nice scene. What do you say? Want to share her this evening, Brad?”

Brad’s eyebrows went up, and Allie watched him warily, wondering how he was going to react to this situation. When he spoke, his words surprised her. “Sir, if we are going to play, or whatever we call it, then I think you should call me liege and not Brad. I need the practice of getting used to it.”

Karl nodded solemnly. “You are right, liege. My apologies.”

With a squeal of delight, Allie jumped up and helped clear the table. She washed the few items as quickly as she could and put them on a towel to dry, vibrating with excitement. She’d expected that there wouldn’t be much sex for awhile since they’d agreed to take it slowly. Thrilled that it looked like she was wrong about that, Allie smiled as she hurried back into the dining room. Both men were standing on the far side of the table, discussing something in low tones. They both looked up with matching roguish smiles, as if they’d been plotting something particularly naughty.

“Undress and lie down.” Karl pointed to the table. A blanket covered the entire end of it, making her realize exactly how long her table was. Even if she stretched out full length, there would still be at least a foot left over.

“Sir?” she asked, taken aback. A vision flashed through her mind—herself at a future holiday, placing a large turkey there in front of Brad’s family or her mother and blushing furiously as she remembered what she’d done on that table.

The blush must have manifested in reality, because Brad laughed and said, “What are you thinking about, Allie?”

Her first instinct was to deny that she’d been thinking about anything, but then she realized there was no reason to hide it. “Thanksgiving dinners,” she said sheepishly, and both of the men burst out laughing.

“That’s a great image,” Karl said, wiping his eyes. “But now I want you to undress and lie here on the table with your legs bent and spread facing this chair.”

“But what if somebody walks in?”

Karl raised an eyebrow and smiled. “What if they do? They’ll get a good show.”

Allie glanced at Brad. A small smile played across his face, and he bent his head slightly to hide it. He put his hands behind his back and said in a formal but amused voice, “I believe you were given an order, Mistress.”

Allie was tempted to stick out her tongue at him, but she didn’t think he would see it. With a resigned sigh, she shed her clothes and climbed onto the table, trying to keep an eye on both of them. They had obviously worked out some kind of scheme, and she wondered for the first time if two men were going to be more than she could actually handle.

She lost sight of Karl for a moment. Then she heard his voice from behind her, about halfway down the table. “Interlace your fingers and place them above your head.”

She threw one more glance at Brad. He stood still with his head bent slightly, hands behind his back, and a small smile on his face. As she slowly raised her arms, Karl captured both of her wrists in a firm grip. He pulled her arms tight above her, and she closed her eyes, ignoring a flash of fear and allowing herself to sink into a submissive zone. She was beginning to crave this feeling, fear and all, she thought, squirming as he ran a fingernail sharply up her arm.

Then she felt rough stubble against her face. It was almost unpleasant, but then his breath was softly brushing her eyelids as he placed his lips at her ear and whispered, “That’s my girl. Keep your eyes closed and don’t open them again until I give you leave to do so. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied automatically.

Two hands grasped her thighs and began to guide them apart. She jumped, and her eyes flickered briefly to see Brad standing at the end of the table, leaning in between her knees. Karl chuckled softly at her reaction. She blushed with a flash of embarrassment but forgot it almost instantly as she felt Brad’s tongue glide across her pussy lips.

“Speaking of Thanksgiving, let us give thanks for what we are about to receive…” Brad murmured softly, and she giggled. Then she relaxed as he went to work in earnest, licking her in forceful strokes and erasing all thought from her mind.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, pet?” she heard Karl rumble softly.

“Yes, Sir.” She sighed and squirmed a little against the blanket.

“Stop moving so much, or liege will have trouble pleasing you as he would like to do. Lie still and enjoy the way his tongue makes you feel. Revel in the warmth of his mouth.”

Gasping, she arched her back as Brad moved slightly and exhaled a hot breath across her clit. Then the return of his strong tongue to her throbbing pearl caused her to stop breathing altogether for a minute. She let herself float, drawn into the heavenly sensations as he inserted a finger into her pussy, heightening her arousal and beginning the first tremors of her building climax.

“That’s my girl,” Karl rumbled approvingly into her ear. “Sink into the feelings. Let them run rampant in your mind.”

Allie spared a moment to marvel at the dual sensations of having Brad pleasuring her while her master’s voice tugged at the core of her being. It actually seemed to have texture, like a silk rope drawing her further into the clouds of her submissiveness. Then her body contracted in an orgasm, and her mind went blank again as every muscle in her body tensed and released in a flood of ecstasy.

“Well done, liege. But don’t stop now.” She vaguely heard Karl’s words, as if from a mile away. Then he shifted and Allie had to fight to keep her eyes closed as his teeth suddenly scraped lightly across her nipple. He sucked on one while tugging at the other with his fingers, lighting up her nerves and sending tremors through her body. liege unexpectedly assaulted her clit with a powerful suction of his lips, simultaneously flicking it with the tip of his tongue, and she was thrown once more over the cliff of release. The two men took turns bringing her to the edge, teasing her individually until she was gasping and screaming, then delivering the final thrust together. Allie lost track of the number of times she came.

After what seemed to her like a lifetime, she begged them through her spent panting, “Please stop. You’re going to kill me.”

Karl’s chuckle tickled her ear. “Oh, you won’t die, my love. Hasn’t liege done a great job for you?”

“God, that was amazing. I’ve never felt so many wonderful sensations in my life. I couldn’t keep track of where one of you left off and the other one started. Is threesome sex always like this? If so, you two will be the end of me.”

“Not always.” Karl ran a finger lazily over her chest, circling her nipples before he continued. “When it’s good, it can be great. But there are times when the energy just doesn’t mesh and things don’t go as smoothly. That’s why negotiation and communication are so important in this lifestyle. Additional people offer the opportunity for incredible highs but also for devastating lows. It’s vital that everyone involved makes sure their needs are known and that they help to fulfill those of their partners.”

Allie allowed his words to sink in and was surprised when she heard Brad ask, “This is kind of heavy for the end of such a good time, isn’t it?”

“You are absolutely right, liege. Let’s not spoil all of your hard work on our girl here. It’s time for your needs to be met.”

Allie looked down to see a shirtless Brad unzipping and pulling off his pants. He didn’t look at all uncomfortable with getting undressed in front of another man, and she smiled at the change. Then he was closing the last few inches between them, and she felt the end of his cock start to push into her dripping-wet opening. She closed her eyes again and moaned, “Oh, yes.”

He pulled her legs up until her feet rested on his shoulders and guided himself slowly into her. Once he was fully inside, he began a steady rhythm of slow, powerful thrusts that shook the table. Allie rocked her hips to meet each thrust, whispering, “Yes, liege. That’s it, fuck me!”

Brad’s momentum increased, and he began to slam into her over and over, bringing her to the brink of release each time their groins met. Suddenly without warning, she felt one of Karl’s hands press lightly on her throat while the other pulled her arms tight over her head. She felt a momentary flash of panic, even though she knew he wasn’t going to press hard enough to hurt her, and the rush of endorphins that it gave her combined with liege’s pounding were too much. She rocketed over the top again, screaming her rapture to the universe.

Allie realized that liege’s movements had slowed while she was recovering her breath. When they locked eyes he sped up again, a strained look on his face. She smiled and said, “Give it to me, baby. Come for me.”

At her words he groaned aloud and pushed into her as far as he could. His body was still as spurt after spurt of his seed flooded into her. At the feel of the first pulse from his cock she again shuddered and fell into the hardest orgasm yet.

She didn’t open her eyes until she felt Brad easing himself from her, and even then only in a half-lidded fog. Brad’s departure left her feeling empty but completely satisfied. Turning her head toward Karl, she mumbled, “Your turn, Sir.”

“Not tonight, pet.” He scooped her up effortlessly in his arms and walked out of the dining room and toward the staircase. “liege, go ahead and get cleaned up. I will put our girl here to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Sir?” Brad’s voice sounded a little hesitant, and Karl stopped on the bottom step. “I was just wondering if you’d like to sleep with us tonight,” Brad finished.

There was a moment of silence, and then Karl said, “Thank you, Brad. I would like that very much.” Allie smiled contentedly and leaned her head against his chest, drifting off into a doze as she was carried up the stairs.

Chapter 25

The party was scheduled for the next day. Jane had issued a general invitation to the club members and had been gone most of the week with what she described as “preparations.” She had reappeared for breakfast on Saturday, and Karl watched her with a dark look as she chattered about how much fun the day was going to be. After breakfast he pulled Allie aside for a conversation.

“Just make sure that she doesn’t give everyone the impression that she’s taking over the house,” he said. “That’s something she’s very good at.”

Allie nodded, a little impatiently. “As long as she doesn’t take over Brad,” she told him. “I like my family the way it is, or at least the way it’s starting to be.” She ran her hand down his chest.

He smiled, but she thought he was still worried.

They all worked in the large basement, uncovering and cleaning the dungeon equipment and moving it to the barn to set up for the play party. Allie had seen some of it used at the club and explained to Brad the purposes of the things she recognized. What she didn’t recognize, Jane took over and explained as graphically as possible, flirtatiously offering to demonstrate. Brad simply shook his head in amazement. Jane hung around while they worked, chattering happily and reminiscing about the old days but not actually doing anything to help.

“We used to have pictures all over these walls,” she said to Allie, following her through the house as Allie gathered cleaning supplies. “Maybe you could get Karl to rehang them?”

“I’m not sure.” Allie was suddenly worried. Karl had advised her not to put up any pictures of Jane, since there had been legal issues surrounding them, and she felt shy about hanging her own pictures. She couldn’t imagine coolly walking around greeting guests and making friends while naked pictures of her covered the walls. People might think she was egotistical or trying to set herself up as something she wasn’t.

She was standing in the doorway of the barn when she felt arms wrap around her from behind, and Karl spoke in her ear. “What are you brooding about?”

“How did you know I was brooding?” She tried to make her voice light and playful, but she knew he wasn’t fooled.

“It’s the job of a dominant to know,” he rumbled, squeezing her.

“I’m just wondering if people will really accept me. I don’t know how to run this kind of business.” She leaned back into him, enjoying his warmth and feeling protected, despite her worries.

“Who ever knows what they’re doing until they try?” He sounded amused. “We’ll figure it out as we go. You’ll be a great hostess, don’t worry.”

“But I’m not qualified to be a dominant. How will they have any respect for a submissive?”

“Because submissives tend to be the strongest people you’ll ever meet.” There was no joking in his voice now. “Every dominant knows that if you want to get anything done, you find a good submissive. All you need to succeed is to treat people with respect and supply what they want. If you provide a comfortable, safe place for them to express themselves, they’ll keep coming back. Eventually we’ll be able to have trainings here, bring in speakers, and have weekend events. But for now we just need to establish a reputation as a kink-friendly bed-and-breakfast that has good parties. It’s nice to see the place set up for action again, though. But we do need some good pictures on the wall.” He took a few steps away, contemplating the room.