The Masters of Falcon's Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (37 page)

She groaned in response.

He chuckled, stroking her face lightly. “Do you need to use your safeword?”

“No,” she gasped, tilting her face into the pressure of his touch. “But—may I come, Sir?”

He looked back toward Brad. “Our girl would like to come, liege. What do you think?”

“I think that could be arranged.”

The vibrator came out of her pussy and found her swollen clit. It was very warm and the new assault sent
a
llie flying over the edge of orgasm with a cry. She could feel the plastic wrap shake with the force of her climax and Karl’s hands steadying her. At the height of her orgasm, Karl began pulling off clothespins, one after the other with quick snaps.

Her breasts came alive with a burning rush of blood. The pain only lasted for a second then began to blend with the spasms in her cunt, making the orgasm last for what seemed like hours.

When
a
llie opened her eyes again, she could tell that most of the people in the dungeon were staring at them. Daphne, Finn
,
and Decker had come back in and scraped off their wax
. They
paused in the middle of cleaning their station to watch the scene in the plastic spiderweb. Daphne’s eyes were enormous, even from across the room.

Brad turned off the vibrator and removed the smaller one from Allie’s ass before joining Karl.

“So what did you think of that?” Karl asked, smoothing Allie’s hair. “Was it a do-again or a what-the-fuck-were-you-thinking?”

Allie’s breath was slowly returning to normal. She realized both men were looking a little anxiously to see her reaction. She pursed her lips and pretended to think about it for a minute.

“Neither of those,” she said finally. “I’d say it’s more of a why-the-hell-did-we-wait-so-long? scene.”

“So they’re offering us a three-record deal since ‘Falcon’s Fantasy’ went viral,” Finn said, taking his coffee from Allie with a nod and smile of thanks.

“That’s wonderful!” Allie put down the last two mugs and gave Daphne a hug. They smiled into each other’s faces like BFFs. Finn hoped that was the case, since Daphne could really use a grounded friend. He waited until Allie took her place at the table and everyone began eating their breakfast.

“It is great,” he went on, exchanging a look with Decker. “And since Clifftop turned out to be such a great place for us to work, as well as meeting lots of new friends, we’d like to book about a month here when we’re ready to start rehearsing the new stuff early next year.”

“We’ll be happy to have you back anytime.” Allie grinned at him.

Daphne reached over and squeezed Allie’s hand. “And I can continue my cooking lessons. Now that I’ve got two growing boys to take care of, I’ll need all the lessons I can get. What’s in this quiche, by the way? It’s out of this world.”

“It is very good,” Decker agreed, rubbing his stomach ruefully. “And I’m afraid Daphne was right when she said ‘growing boys.’ I can feel my waistband getting tighter just thinking about that home cooking.”

Finn resisted the urge to rub his temples at the thought of Daphne experimenting with Allie’s odd recipes. He did have to admit that the food was fairly tasty, if you ignored the pieces of unidentified vegetable matter. It wasn’t that anything Allie had made for them was terrible or anything. It was just the odd ingredients that made him nervous, but he supposed he could develop a tolerance for things like kohlrabi and Brussels sprout, if it meant having Daphne.

“—can’t wait for lunch. I’ve just discovered tahini,” Allie was saying
,
and Daphne giggled, glancing at Finn.

“Okay, but tonight we’re driving down the coast a little to a seafood place that I read about,” Finn said with only the slightest of sighs. “Our treat. You guys did so much to help us that we want to thank you properly.”

“All the publicity you’ve been giving us lately has been a good start,” Brad said. “Although we won’t turn down a good seafood dinner.” He looked pathetically grateful, and Finn wondered if he was having a hard time adjusting to Allie’s food fads
,
too.

“What ever happened about the concert in Reno?” Karl asked suddenly.

“We’re going back in two weeks,” Decker told him. “We all felt bad about missing the festival, and Daphne came up with the idea of doing a concert there. Everyone who had tickets to Reno Summer of Rock gets in free, and the rest of the ticket money will be donated to the local food bank. It’s a win-win opportunity.”

“Which was a great marketing strategy, too,” Finn put in, squeezing Daphne’s shoulder. “We’re getting all kinds of coverage.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Always thinking about the marketing angle.”

“That’s what I’m here for, sweetie.”

“I don’t know. I can think of a few other uses for you. Sir.” Daphne giggled as he put an arm around her neck and pretended to choke her while kissing the top of her head.

“That reminds me,” he said. “We still owe Johns that exclusive interview.”

“Who’s Johns?
”
Allie asked.

“He’s the paparazz
o
. It’s a bit of a story, but we owe him.”

There was a knock at the door
,
and a male voice called, “Anybody home?”

Allie jumped up and went to the reception area. They all turned as they heard her squeal, and she came back almost immediately, dragging a middle-aged man with a large parcel behind her.

“Look, guys! It’s Charlie!”

Everybody got to their feet. Brad and Karl shook hands with the man before Allie pointed to the others. “This is Decker, Daphne, and Finn. Meet Charlie Wayne.” She had turned a bit red for some reason, Finn noticed. “He’s the one who took all of the pictures—”

“You mean those gorgeous photos of you that are all over the walls?” Daphne asked, giving Charlie a hug. “I’ve never seen such beautiful work!”

“Well, thank you. But I can only take credit for some of them. Karl did the rest.” Charlie cast a professionally appreciative eye up and down her form, lingering on her face. “Wait, you’re Daphne Monroe, aren’t you?”

“Yes, she is.” Finn stepped forward and held out his hand. It would be rude to pull Daphne away from Charlie, but he was far too interested in her for Finn’s comfort.

“I saw your new video. It was incredible work. I saw the YouTube version as well. Was that taken at the local club?”

They all blinked at him in surprise. He seemed to take their silence as an acknowledgement, then he turned to Allie, holding out the package.

“Here it is! I got them from the publisher yesterday. I couldn’t wait to bring them out to show you.”

Allie turned even redder and glanced around the room. “I—Thanks, Charlie. You didn’t have to do that.” Her gaze lingered on Karl. “We can look at it later.”

“We will look at it now,” he corrected her, his eyebrows drawing together just slightly. “We all want to see it, and Charlie’s been kind enough to drive all this way to deliver them.”

“Yes, yes!” Daphne clapped her hands and bounced a little, drawing another look from Charlie.

“Come on, Allie. Let’s look at the book.” Karl led her back to the table and gently took the package from her.

“But the pictures are all here, anyway, hanging up,” Allie began, but everybody was clearing away plates and ignoring her protests.

There were three books in the package, so they spread out and began looking through them. Finn was amazed at the quality of the photography. He’d seen the prints, of course, hanging on the wall, but the pictures in the book, set against the earlier ones, were phenomenal. There were oohs and aahs coming from all over the room, and Charlie was beaming with pride.

“Can we buy a copy?” Decker asked, looking over Daphne’s shoulder.

“Of course not. We’ll give you one,” Brad told him, fishing for a pen. “Allie and Charlie can both sign it for you, since he’s here.”

“But—” Allie looked horrified.

“That would be very kind of you,” Decker said. “It will be an honored possession.”

Allie shook her head but signed the book and handed it to Charlie for his signature as well.

“Charlie?” Daphne’s voice was small and a little insecure, and Finn looked at her in surprise.

Charlie came over and stood behind them while Daphne held up the book reverently. “Do you think you could make me look this good?”

Allie let out a snort, followed by a warning growl from Karl. Charlie gave her an amused glance then turned seriously back to Daphne.

“I didn’t want to be too forward and beg you to model for me, but I would love to take some photos of you. Allie is very beautiful, and I can’t guarantee that your pictures will turn out as stunning as hers, but I think there’s a good chance you’d be pleased with the result.” He looked at Finn and Decker. “Assuming you two don’t have any objection, I would be thrilled to set up a time to do a shoot.”

“Can we do it here? Can we, can we, can we?” Daphne batted her lashes at both of them then at Decker
,
who was sitting on her other side.

“I don’t see why not.” Charlie looked to Allie for approval
,
and she nodded, her eyes wide.

“And can I wear the feathers, at least for part of it? The way I wore them at the club?”

“I think that would be an excellent idea,” Decker put in. “You could probably get some beautiful shots if she gets a strong endorphin rush going, couldn’t you?”

“Yes, absolutely. But I also want to get some dance shots, both on a stage and outdoors.” Charlie took a small notebook out of his pocket and found an empty space at the table, scribbling furiously.

Daphne turned to Allie, her eyes shining. “I’m going to be a model! I’ve always wanted to be a model! And Charlie says I might look almost as good as you!”

“Sweetie,” Allie said. “You’ll look twenty times better than I do.”

Karl’s hand came down on her shoulder. “Do I hear you asking for another spanking?”

She smiled at him. “Maybe. But that’s something we can talk about later. You have to admit that Daphne will be a gorgeous model.”

“Yes, I admit that. But that’s not saying that you aren’t.”

She laughed, seeming to relax. “Okay, I won’t make any more comments. And I’m very flattered that you guys want a copy of the book. I guess I still have a ways to go before I’m completely comfortable with this, in such a public format. I’ve only just gotten to where the pictures on the walls don’t embarrass me—too much. Charlie, thank you so much for persuading me to do the shoot.” She got up and gave him a hug. “You’ve been a good friend to us.”

“Yes, you have.” Brad got up and shook his hand as well.

Finn put an arm around Charlie’s shoulder. “I think you and I might have a lot to talk about. There will be CD artwork, magazine shoots, maybe even a calendar—”

Daphne ran to hug Allie, saying, “You’re my hero! You’re so strong and brave and such a good cook. I want to be just like you.”

Allie hugged her back. “And you’re so beautiful and talented. I’m really glad you guys came here to work. You’ve changed my outlook on a lot of things.”

They went into the kitchen together, chattering like best friends, and Finn sat down at the table with Charlie to talk business. It was starting to look like the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

THE END

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Cassidy Browning lives in Colorado as a part of a triad with her Master and her partner. She adores her über submissive Great Dane, daisy, and is an active member in the BDSM and polyamorous communities. The family can be found selling their chainmail jewelry and presenting at national Master/slave events around the country. They dream of the day they can have their own Clifftop Fantasy.

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