The Masters of Falcon's Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

Daphne gradually became aware as she watched Karl pumping in and out of allie’s mouth that she was pressing Finn’s hand against her breast. Her fingers closed, pressing her nipple into his palm, willing him to massage it as she looked to see liege’s reaction to the new development in the scene. She saw that he had also stripped and, while not of Karl’s physique, was definitely not bad. His chest was muscled and his cock was long and very hard, quivering in anticipation. After a moment, it plunged into the waiting cunt before him. liege smiled as he began to thrust into Allie with a vigor that rocked the table back and forth. Each time her pushed into her, she surged forward and deeper onto Karl’s cock.

Daphne’s free hand moved on its own, sliding down the front of her body until it reached her own pussy, rubbing her clit through the lace without her having consciously decided to do so. Her right clutched at Finn’s, which had shifted to begin pinching her nipples. Heat coursed through her and a mew of pleasure escaped her lips just as allie again convulsed in what was obviously an intense orgasm. Daphne had never seen anything so erotic in her life, or wanted so badly to be someone else. allie had two hot studs fucking the daylights out of her, and to Daphne it looked absolutely divine.

“God, I have got to try that.” She panted a little, leaning her head back against Finn as she began to concentrate on her own throbbing pussy. She wasn’t worried about Finn’s reaction, or what the other people in the club were thinking about her. There was a need in her, a hunger that had been denied for too long. She was drowning in it, reveling in the feeling of a man behind and around her, engulfing her and making her feel safe and held, even if he had been reluctant.

She opened her eyes again in time to see liege tense and then plunge as deep as he could into allie, holding himself in place with a look of rapture. Even though she couldn’t see the pulsing of his dick, hidden in allie’s depths, she knew just how good it was feeling. Without warning, her own release crashed into her
,
and she doubled over in pleasure, gasping, her womb contracting in one of the hardest orgasms she’d ever experienced.

Slowly coming to herself, Daphne raised her head in time to see Karl slide from allie’s mouth with a silvery trail leading from her lips to the tip of his manhood. Finn’s hand was on her shoulder now, and she turned to look at him, suddenly embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” she faltered. “I don’t know what came over me. Well, okay, I do know. But I didn’t mean to do that in public. Sorry.”

Finn’s face was bright red. “It’s okay. Really, it is. It just—I mean, I can’t—Uh, I need to go to the restroom.” He disentangled himself from her and stood.

Daphne looked at the tenting at his crotch, and her embarrassment shrank with a sudden hope. Maybe he hadn’t been disgusted by her horniness after all. “Wait. I can help you with that if you’ll let me.” She looked up into his eyes with an inviting smile.

He stammered, going even redder. “That wouldn’t be right. I’m your manager. I have to keep things on a professional level.” His voice squeaked a little
,
and he almost ran out of the dungeon.

Daphne stared after him. He didn’t care anymore that he was leaving her alone and unprotected, mostly naked, in the middle of a dungeon. He had been disgusted by her. Daphne thought she usually knew when a man was interested, but Finn sent out so many mixed messages that she honestly couldn’t decide. She considered asking him what she was doing wrong, but suddenly decided that she might not want to hear his answer. Sighing in frustration, she turned back to watch the three get redressed and clean their play station.

Finn woke up at eight on Saturday, his head full of plans for the weekend. They’d had a really productive week, and although the dungeon scene had come too close to unprofessionalism on his part, he thought they were in a pretty good place. He still felt a little strange about what had happened, and how lovely and enthralled Daphne had been, watching Karl, Brad
,
and Allie together. It had taken every bit of strength he had to wrench his hand away from her breast and get himself out of the room before he lost control. He’d tried to explain to her later that it wouldn’t be professional, and he would lose all credibility if they allowed themselves to get involved sexually. Daphne had simply shaken her head and walked away from him.

Their level of professionalism was something he just could not afford to jeopardize at the moment. They had spent every evening this week working. Finn felt invigorated thinking of all they’d accomplished. It reminded him of why he’d fallen in love with her. She was gorgeous, obviously, but her looks were nothing compared to the energy of her performances and the imagination in her songwriting. He knew there was a real, caring, passionate woman in there somewhere, hidden under the bad-girl persona. He had seen that woman last night, but it wasn’t his place, at least right now, to help Daphne explore her sensual, sexual side. Maybe someday, but not now.

He jumped into the shower, making it as cold as he could stand, resolutely not thinking of Daphne in her see-through lace bodysuit. Instead he forced himself to concentrate on different ways he could reward her for her hard work. Definitely taking the weekend off, maybe driving down the coast, checking out wine country—or maybe not the wine thing. He frowned. A nice dinner, a romantic evening. Maybe he’d even get up the nerve to tell her how he felt and see if someday they might—
b
ut that might not be the wisest choice. Surely she knew how he felt about her. She might be interested in a fling but probably only so that she could get the upper hand. There was no way she wanted a real relationship with him. Daphne could be with anyone she wanted. All she had to do was beckon and any man would come running. And she chose someone like Blaze. It made no sense.

As if summoned by his thoughts, he heard the roar of a motorcycle and frowned. Blaze was up already? Or maybe just coming home from one of his binges. Either way, he’d be gone or sleeping today, not underfoot, trying to pull Daphne away to go party with him. That was good. The last thing he needed, especially after last night, was Blaze hanging around, coming on to Daphne, trying to convince her to go out and get into trouble. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought her here. It was too close to Sacramento, to temptation. But he’d needed a place that would be open-minded if Daphne chose to run around naked, as she often did when she’d been drinking. Allie had assured him that they had very few other guests lined up, and no one that showed up would be offended.

Finn got dressed and went down for breakfast. This morning there were zucchini and applesauce waffles. He smiled broadly, complimenting Allie on her cooking, as he always did. It wasn’t that her creations were bad, exactly, but he would have loved something normal. Eggs and bacon, or ham. Allie was a sweet woman, but she did have some odd ideas when it came to food. Maybe when Daphne got up he could take her someplace for a late breakfast before they went out for whatever treat she felt like.

He let her sleep until ten, taking the time to organize his paperwork and send the emails to the label people to let them know the video was back on track. Then, feeling energetic and optimistic, he knocked on her door.

When she didn’t answer, he knocked again and opened the door a crack. “Come on, sweetie, time to get up,” he called, careful to avoid looking into the room. Not that he hadn’t seen her naked a hundred times, but it was just polite.

The situation slowly dawned on him as he stood there, holding her door open a crack, calling her name softly. His head slumped for a moment, then he looked in the room briefly before slamming the door shut. He was a complete moron, happily making plans for the day when the woman he loved had just ridden off with a douchebag on a motorcycle.

* * * *

Decker parked in front of the impressive house and sat for a minute, looking around. He hadn’t been here in years, but he’d heard about how Allen Walker’s daughter had inherited the place from her father and turned it into a BDSM resort. He remembered the last time he’d seen Allen. It had been right after Allen’s slave Jane had sued him, claiming she’d been his business partner and should be awarded half of his business. She hadn’t won that case, but the effect was the same. She’d embezzled money from him, torn his household apart, and robbed him of his will to live. Not too long after that, Allen learned he had an aggressive form of pancreatic cancer. He’d succumbed to it at an alarming rate, almost as if he’d welcomed the opportunity to escape. Tragic, really, since Allen had been an extremely talented photographer. He’d been well
known in the community for years, but was only just beginning to achieve real success when his life was cut short.

Decker had heard good things about his daughter Allie, and how she’d fought back when Jane had made a move to take over the house. Impressive for someone who’d just learned about the lifestyle her father had been involved with. Allie had not only embraced the local leather community and the world of BDSM and polyamory, but she was becoming known herself as a fetish model, of a sort. She lived with and modeled for Karl Masterson, her father’s assistant and protégé. There was also talk of a book coming out that featured erotic photos of her both a decade before, in her college years, as well as currently, showing “sensual development” over the intervening time.

Decker emerged from his car and put his suitcase on the front steps before spending a few minutes walking around the property, remembering the past. The house didn’t look substantially different, except for the fairly recent paint job on the barn. But there was a happier feel about it now, as if a cloud had been lifted. The huge yellow house had cheerful curtains blowing in the breeze, and the wraparound front porch sported deck chairs, a table
,
and a swing. It was in a wooded area set back from the road, where a new sign proclaimed Clifftop Fantasies. There was also a disclaimer about nudity that intrigued all of the local high school boys, according to his cousin Dave. Behind the house and barn, the ground dipped down, offering a vista of trees and, in the distance, the Pacific Ocean. The sounds of a guitar wafted out an open window, and the air smelled like baking bread and springtime.

As Decker came to the corner of the house, admiring the view, he heard voices coming from the back porch. He only hesitated a moment before continuing around and making himself visible.

There were four people ranged in chairs and on the steps. Decker knew immediately that the woman was Allie Walker. He had seen the pictures of her that Charlie Wayne had taken ten years before, and he felt his eyes going wide to see her now. She was even more beautiful than she’d been as a nineteen
-
year
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old. Her dark
-
blonde hair flowed in a curly mass to just past her shoulders, and her face and body possessed an invitingly soft and round femininity. It was obvious that she was a sweet and caring woman, although there were lines between her eyebrows now, as if she was worried about something. Decker found himself wondering if there was
someone
he needed to beat up for her. He shook himself mentally. There was no point in those kinds of thoughts. She wasn’t his responsibility—he had none at the moment. That might be for the best. He wasn’t sure he was ready for any new responsibilities.

Besides, Allie was already surrounded by men. She sat curled up in a cushioned lounge chair with a tall, slender blond man leaning against it on one side and Karl Masterson lounging on the top step nearby, nursing a cup of coffee. Another man sat in a folding chair, forearms on his knees, his head dropped forward. He looked as if he’d lost everything he had in the world. He was saying something that sounded like “She’s even been eating this week. When she stays focused and away from alcohol.” Then their heads all swiveled toward him as they became aware of his presence.

Allie immediately stood and came toward him, her face relaxing into a smile. “Hello. Can I help you?”

There was something about her that made Decker want to bow and kiss her hand like a courtier. Instead, he nodded toward Karl and held his hand out to Allie.

“I’m Decker Cunningham, Dave’s cousin. He said that he’d spoken to you.”

Allie’s face lit up in recognition. “Oh, yes. Dave said you might like to stay here for a bit. You’re certainly welcome, Decker. Is that the name you prefer to be called?”

At his nod, she turned and introduced him to Brad, her boyfriend, and Karl, her Master. Karl nodded and shook his hand as if they hadn’t met before, making Decker like him immediately.

“And this is Finn Scott. He’s here with the band Dark Epiphany and the film crew making their video.” Allie gave him a wary glance. “You’ve heard about that, haven’t you?”

He nodded. “Dave warned me.”

Finn gave him a halfhearted smile. “If you’ve come for rest and relaxation, it may not be the best timing. I’m afraid things are a little sketchy right now.”

“Anything I can help with?” Decker lowered himself into a chair. He had a feeling he might be intruding into something that wasn’t his business, but the other man didn’t seem offended by the question. He had a thoughtful look, as if he’d been wondering the same thing.

There was a silence for a minute, during which Allie quietly slipped into the house. She came back out with an armful of cold beers and handed them around. Finn took his, rolled it across his forehead
,
and sat back in his chair.