Clifftop Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

Jane was saying to her, “Allie, you’re so pretty. Why didn’t you make a career of modeling?”

Allie’s throat tightened in fear, and she glanced at Charlie to see if he was going to say anything, but he was simply smiling at her.

“That wouldn’t have suited me at all,” she finally said, picking up her water glass to cover her confusion. “I’m really not very photogenic.” She knew that was leaving her wide open for comments, and she desperately tried to project
Don’t say anything
to anyone at the table who might be tempted to make one.

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Jane said, smiling at her. There was an almost gleeful glint in her eye. Allie was positive that Jane was baiting her. “I’m sure Charlie here would love to do some pictures of you for your hotel flyers.”

Allie had a visual of herself posing naked on a rug in front of the fireplace with the words “Come enjoy our scenery” underneath and almost choked again. She hastily took a drink of water to cover her reaction.

Charlie was nodding emphatically. “Of course you’re welcome to use the pictures we took today, but Jane is right. There should be at least one of you and Brad.”

Brad was nodding thoughtfully. Allie tried desperately not to visualize what that picture might entail. She laughed lightly and said, “Brad, maybe. Sure. But I don’t think anybody wants to see me on the flyer. We don’t want to scare people away.”

The rest laughed with her, and the waitress fortunately showed up then with their food.

Charlie persisted. “Have you ever considered contacting a travel magazine? I had a friend I could introduce you to. He might be interested in doing a story about your father.”

“No.” It was out before Allie could control her tone. She forced a smile, aware that everyone was looking at her in surprise. “We couldn’t possibly put you to so much trouble,” she said to Charlie, trying to sound pleasant but aware that she wasn’t succeeding very well. It really didn’t matter what his suggestion was. She was determined not to be indebted to him in any way.

Fortunately, Brad didn’t seem to be paying attention. He turned to Jane. “So where do you live?”

“In Los Angeles,” she told him.

“And you’re a model?”

She laughed, blushing. “Sometimes, but it’s not my main focus anymore. I run a modeling agency and give lessons in fetish photography.”

“Fetish photography? What’s that?” He looked a little apprehensive, as if he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to know the answer.

“Bondage, mostly,” she said casually, and Brad glanced around nervously to see if any nearby tables might be listening. “Some foot-fetish stuff, CBT. That kind of thing.”

“CBT?” Brad was half whispering, leaning forward, apparently too fascinated to be able to resist.

Jane looked amused. She leaned forward, too, and gave a stage whisper that must have been audible at least three tables away.
“Cock and ball torture.”

“Really? People actually
do
that?” Brad sat back, a horrified expression on his face. He looked as if she’d just told him she regularly kidnapped small children and sold them into slavery.

Jane fished a business card out of her purse and handed it to him, saying, “Here you go, sweetie. Check out my website and you’ll see all kinds of things that people actually do.”

He took it, slipping it hurriedly into a pocket as if he might be arrested for possessing it. Allie glanced at Karl, who was concentrating on his meal, seeming to want to distance himself from the conversation. She had a sudden desire to ask him if that’s what he and her father used to do. Maybe he had done some of it himself. That was a more intriguing thought, and Allie spent a little while in silent contemplation of whether she would want to see Karl’s work, or pictures that her father might have taken of him. But it came down to the same thing, she decided. She really had no desire to see it. At least, not much.

The meal seemed to take forever. Jane and Charlie insistently brought up topics having to do with sex, or pornography, or kink, and laughed loudly at each other’s jokes. Brad would not stop asking questions, his eyes getting wider and wider at the answers. He couldn’t seem to help himself. Allie began to feel like the chaperone for a group of unruly teenagers, trying to come up with ways to change the subject whenever it strayed in unacceptable directions and to subtly hint that they should keep their voices down. They ignored her, except for Karl. He kept a determined silence, only speaking when someone asked him a question. When they were finally leaving the restaurant, Allie thought it had been the most exhausting night of her life.

At home, she made coffee, mentally kicking herself for being such a pushover. But there never seemed to be the right opportunity to ask Jane and Charlie to leave without having to explain the reason to Brad. She would find a way tomorrow, she promised herself, resisting the urge to pour something nasty into their drinks. No point in going to jail over it. At ten o’clock, however, she pointedly took Brad’s cup and hers into the kitchen, ignoring his indignant protestations that he wasn’t finished.

“Yes, you are,” she told him. “We’re going upstairs. Can you make sure the front door is locked, please? We don’t need any more surprise guests tonight.”

He gave her a curious look but followed her obediently to their bedroom. When the door closed behind him, he sat down on the bed. “What was that about?”

“I just couldn’t take them anymore,” Allie explained. “I needed some alone time. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, I guess not.” He didn’t look particularly excited by the idea but smiled good-naturedly.

Allie smiled, too, sitting next to him on the bed. She was feeling a little more relaxed now that they were alone and there was no chance of Charlie saying something disastrous. “Did you have a good time tonight? I haven’t seen you laugh like that in quite a while.”

“Much more than I expected to,” Brad said thoughtfully. Seeing that his mind was drifting back to the conversation, Allie decided she needed to distract him. All the talk about sex had made her a little horny, too, she realized. She started to lean in to kiss Brad when he continued, “What do you make of all that stuff they were talking about?”

“Which stuff?” Allie pulled back with a wave of apprehension.

“You know, the sex stuff.” He smiled a little sheepishly, looking away from her as if wanting to disavow his curiosity.

“Oh, that.” She tried to sound dismissive. “I don’t think it’s my cup of tea. Or yours either, mister.” She tapped an accusing finger on his arm, trying to look stern but a little joking, too.

“I know.” He stood up and walked over to his desk in the corner.

Allie sighed. So much for distracting him. She got up and went to the door to their bathroom. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

When she came out, Brad was tapping away on his laptop.

“What are you doing?” she asked in surprise, watching him. If he’d brought work home surely he would have mentioned it before this.

Pointing at a card next to the keyboard, he replied, “Well, I thought we should check out what kind of people we have staying here, don’t you?”

It was Jane’s card, of course. She should have gotten it away from him before, Allie thought. “No. No, I don’t,” she said, a little more sharply than she’d intended, picking it up. Not that it would do any good now. “I think we should just ask both her and Charlie to get the hell out and be done with them. We don’t need the money that badly.”

“Yes, we do, unfortunately. I wish we didn’t, but we desperately need every cent we can scrape together. Remember that letter from the bank? We need to start making payments on the home-improvement loan.” Brad continued typing, not sparing her a glance.

Allie paced back and forth the length of the bedroom several times, trying to get glimpses over his shoulder of what he might be seeing on Jane’s site. She debated between indignantly insisting that he shut it down and sitting down with him so she could at least monitor what he looked at.

Finally, making a decision, she turned seductively toward Brad and said, “I bet I can show you something more to your tastes than whatever filth they have on that porno site.”

“Oh, I have no doubt of that. But look at this,” he answered distractedly.

With a resigned sigh she pulled the other chair next to him and leaned in to see the screen. She saw a young woman dressed in a shiny black vinyl material wrapping a brightly colored cord around the erect penis of a man tied faceup on a wooden table in front of her. Allie could also see what appeared to be several clothespins attached to the flesh surrounding his member. Resisting the urge to lean in to see exactly where they were placed, she glanced quickly at Brad to see his reaction. Instead of the disgust she had expected to see, there was a kind of dazed uncertainty on his face.

“You can’t possibly like that. Can you?”

“Uh, no, I guess not. But it is different. I almost can’t stop myself from looking. Have you seen stuff like this before?” He was still staring at the screen. Not a good sign, she thought.

Allie firmly took the laptop from him and shut it off. She grabbed his hand and pulled him from his chair to sit on the bed again, pushing him back so he was leaning against the pillows. Then she said, “Now let me show you something that I know you’ll like.”

She got up before he could say anything and strode quickly to the other side of the bed. Flipping on the small radio she kept there, she began to sway seductively to the music that filled the room. Swinging her hips, she sauntered slowly back to the foot of the bed as she leisurely unbuttoned her top. She took hold of the bedpost and pivoted around it as she let the shirt slide down one arm. She continued pivoting as she dropped it on the floor. Her back was now to Brad, so she bent at the waist, pulling the material of her skirt tight across her ass as she removed her low heels and tossed them in the general direction of the closet. She twisted so she could glance past her own leg to see if her little striptease was having any effect.

He was watching her with a surprised look, and Allie realized that it was the first time she’d ever done anything seductive for him. She’d been so afraid of him developing an interest in anything kinky that she strictly avoided sexual playfulness. He never seemed to notice its absence, and she suspected that he’d been so well trained in behaving properly that he would consider this kind of thing shamelessly depraved.

Too bad, Allie thought. She was beginning to enjoy herself, even if it might freak Brad out. But he didn’t object to her actions, so she let herself continue to move and undulate, feeling sexy and wanton. She eased the skirt over her bottom and down her legs, refusing to think of her thighs compared to Jane’s. Maybe because of all the talk about sex at dinner, it was surprisingly easy to get caught up in the eroticism. Part of her was tempted to open the website back up just to look at the naughty pictures and get Brad in the mood. But knowing it was safer ground for her not to, she slid onto the bed and across his prone body. She saw with relief that her performance had the physical effect she’d been striving for.

Lowering her face to nuzzle his stomach through his shirt just above his beltline, she heard the sudden intake of his breath and knew she had his full attention. With deft movements of her hands, she made short work of opening his slacks and gaining full access to his erect cock.

“Oh, Allie. Yes,” Brad moaned, as her mouth closed around the head of his dick.

Pulling off momentarily, she smiled up at him. She knew he loved this, even though his parents probably would have considered it sinful. Brad had been afraid to even hold her hand in front of them for fear of their disapproval. She wondered what he would think of her if he knew that she enjoyed it just as much as he did. She had a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn’t approve of that, and she was sure that his parents would be shocked. Returning to her task, she added a slow stroking movement with her hand while she swirled her tongue over the slit in the end, lapping up a drop that had formed there. She loved the way he would twitch and tense up when he was getting close to orgasm, and she worked intently, waiting for his explosion. Brad continued to moan and thrust toward her face in small jerks of his hips, fucking her hot mouth. Finally he stopped moving and let loose a frustrated growl.

“What’s wrong, honey? Aren’t I doing it right?” Allie asked, a bit timidly. Usually he didn’t have any problems climaxing.

“I don’t know. I’m right there, but I just can’t get over the edge.”

“Is the stuff you looked at on Jane’s site still bothering you?” she asked.

“The site? Oh, yeah,” he sounded thoughtful. “No, I don’t think that’s the problem. This really is wonderful.” He caressed her hair for a moment then gently guided her head back to its work.

Within seconds of returning to her ministrations, she heard him murmur, “Oh yeah,” in a strangled tone, and his torso stiffened. The next second there was a warm wash of fluid across her tongue. She enjoyed the pulsing of his penis, continuing to stroke and lick it until she felt him relax, spent. As she curled up to his leg, her face nestled on his hip, a thought came to her unbidden. Maybe he had liked the pictures on the web more than he’d admitted.

Allie considered the idea for a few minutes and dismissed it before drifting off to sleep to the sound of his deep, steady breathing.