The Masters of Falcon's Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

“Sir, the dungeon is yours.”

Karl inclined his head toward her
,
and she stood, retracing her steps to go stand next to the door as if guarding it. “Thank you, sky. And thank you all for sharing our special evening.” He raised his hands briefly
,
and Daphne could just see that they came to rest on
liege’s and allie’s shoulders
. “As many of you have watched over the course of the last year, my partners and I have been working to form a cohesive leather
and
poly family. allie syn and liege have placed their trust in me to be their Master
,
and I have been blessed by their service.”

The crowd began clapping softly
,
but it died down quickly as if they understood there was more to come.

Karl leaned toward liege. “liege has served his probationary period with honor, not only to me but also to my girl allie syn as she has explored both sides of the power exchange dynamic. You will notice the steel cuff that he wears on his left wrist.”

liege raised his left hand high into the air and held it so all in the room could see what Karl referred to. He wore a solid-looking gr
a
y metallic cuff that she guessed was at least three inches in width. She couldn’t be sure
,
but she thought it might have been built onto his wrist since she couldn’t see any clasp from her vantage at the back of the room.

“Let all know that it stands as a symbol of his commitment to allie syn, as her submissive.”

A short burst of applause washed through the room. Daphne could see that every eye was riveted to the action on the stage. liege lowered his arm and returned to his original position.

Karl continued to speak. “allie has also successfully completed her probationary period of service and has honored me by expressing her interest in continuing her training.”

Edging slightly to the side to get a better view of what was happening at the front of the room, Daphne saw Karl turn toward allie. It looked as though he put a hand to either side of her face and tipped it up until they were staring into one another’s eyes. She strained to hear Karl’s softly spoken words. She thought he said, “allie syn, are you willing to continue our partnership? To learn more of what it means to be a
D
ominant to liege and a slave to me?”

allie’s voice was husky with emotion. “Yes, Sir. I do.”

Reaching into his left pocket, Karl removed a length of some sort of chain which he reverently placed around her neck and secured with what appeared to be a small lock. Then he bent at the waist and kissed her soundly. The cheers lasted longer this time.

“I can’t see, damn it. What was that, a necklace?” Daphne asked Finn impatiently.

He patted her shoulder. “I don’t know. I can’t see it either. You’ll just have to wait and find out later.”

The man to their left, whose name she couldn’t remember, leaned toward them and whispered, “It’s her permanent collar.”

Daphne thanked him, blushing at having been overheard. Then she rose as high as she could on her tiptoes, but there were still too many people standing in front of her to see. She briefly considered asking if she could climb onto Finn’s shoulders. But the atmosphere in the room was far too solemn for that. She swore softly and tried leaning to the side to see if she could improve her view.

Karl had now turned to face liege and placed a hand on each shoulder. “liege, do you wish to continue your partnership with me and remain my submissive as well as allie syn’s?”

Brad’s head bowed and came back up in a solemn nod. “Yes, Sir. I do.”

Karl’s hand dipped into his right pocket this time and once more emerged clutching what appeared to be a length of chain. He placed it around liege’s neck and secured it. Again, he bent at the waist and placed a quick kiss on li
e
ge’s lips before standing upright and turning back to the crowd.

The clapping continued until Karl raised his arms and signaled for quiet. The room went silent much faster than Daphne would have guessed possible. “Thank you all for your love and support. We will get out of the way now and let you get to the fun.”

Everyone in the room started forming a line to congratulate the trio on stage. Daphne could barely make out Karl’s voice telling allie and liege, “You are both free to speak with and hug everyone present until we start our scene.”

After congratulating Karl and his subs, the group began moving furniture until it was evenly scattered around the room. Finn and Daphne stood to the side
,
watching. Finn twitched a little as if resisting the urge to go and offer his help, and the glances he kept giving Daphne told her as clearly as if he had yelled it through a bullhorn that he didn’t want to leave her alone. At least he was feeling a bit chivalrous toward her, she thought. He might not want a relationship with her, but it was a start. When the room was reset, he led them to two chairs set against the wall near one of the smaller padded tables. Nearby, liege was laying out odd-looking things from a dark
-
blue duffle bag. Other people were either claiming spots to play or settling themselves to watch the action. Daphne had a sudden thought. “Would it be okay if I sat on a pillow on the floor instead of in the chair?”

“Sure, I guess.” Finn rose and walked over to a pile of cushions in one corner. He brought one back for her but then stood holding it, looking confused.

Daphne took it and waited for him to sit down. She placed it between his feet and lowered herself onto it, nestling up to him with a leg on either side. Finn cleared his throat the same way he had in her room just before they left for the club. She smiled, pleased with herself, and was surprised when he reached down to caress her hair. His hands on her head caused an unfamiliar warmth and tickle in Daphne’s belly
,
and she leaned closer, settling herself to observe the scenes that were being set up around them. In several corners, naked people were being tied to the large crosses. Underneath the chain she had noticed earlier hanging from the ceiling, a man was encasing his submissive in an elaborate network of ropes.

In front of them, allie cleaned the table and placed a sheet over it. The table had a raised square section in the middle that was probably three feet square with a rectangular padded step on two of the opposite sides. At a hand signal from Karl, allie put away her cleaning supplies and knelt in front of him. His right hand wound its way into her hair and suddenly clenched a handful at the back of her head. Daphne leaned forward, staring as allie flinched and gasped, lurching forward a bit. But then Karl’s hand relaxed
,
and allie’s eyes fluttered, a small smile spreading across her face as she seemed to melt into him. Daphne strained to listen as Karl bent over and spoke into allie’s ear. It wasn’t easy to catch, but Daphne thought he said, “You are mine, pet. You belong to me.”

allie sighed, nuzzling his thigh. “Yes, Sir.”

Mesmerized, Daphne watched as Karl helped allie to her feet and then stood back, nodding to her. allie seemed to understand the nod, because she bent her head and began slowly removing her clothing, folding each piece carefully and placing it on the floor next to the table. Within seconds she stood before her
M
aster wearing nothing but whatever it was that Karl had put around her neck during the ceremony. Daphne took the chance to get a closer look at the necklace, glancing over at where liege was kneeling on the other side of Karl. Both
pieces
seemed to be made of three individual chains spun together in an intricate and beautiful pattern and closed with a small metallic lock.

Karl directed allie to lie facedown over the raised portion of the table with her knees resting on one of the steps and her head hanging over the other side. He then began to tie her to the table with a length of bright
-
green rope in a web of lines that crossed back and forth around her arms and legs, firmly securing her to the uprights supporting the table. When he was done, her legs were spread, her arms were tied tightly to the table
,
and her back was bare and open to the room.

Daphne snuggled up closer to Finn, pressing into his thigh and laying her head on his knee. She thought she heard him make a strangled noise and shift, pressing himself against her back. But then, just as quickly the pressure was gone, making her doubt it had happened at all. His hand, which had stilled, again began to stroke her hair, and she ridiculously began to get aroused. “Silly,” she muttered to herself. She didn’t know if the arousal was from being between Finn’s legs, seeing allie naked and tied up in a way that suggested future sexual activity, or the sight of Karl in his leather pants, boots
,
and vest. It could have been any or all of those things.

Karl bent down and retrieved something from the duffle bag on the floor, which he then handed to liege. It looked like liege began putting something on each of his fingertips as Karl removed a large, wicked-looking knife from the seemingly endless supply of things
in
the bag at his feet.

“What the fuck?” Daphne sat upright and turned toward Finn, her excitement gone.

He placed a hand on her shoulder and drew her back against him. “Relax. I’m sure they know what they’re doing. Maybe we’ll learn something. Remember, you were the one who wanted to come here, so shh and watch.”

With a frown, Daphne turned back and saw that liege had knelt on the lower section between allie’s legs and was raking his fingertips down her legs and across her ass with metallic claws. allie seemed to sigh and push toward him—or at least that was how the bunch of her hip muscles made it look. The tightness of her bonds didn’t leave her much wiggle room.

Karl knelt in front of allie and showed her the knife before sliding a blindfold over her eyes. He whispered something Daphne couldn’t hear, and she saw allie smile in response and make some reply
,
but frustratingly, she couldn’t make it out either. Karl ran his left hand through allie’s hair while using his right to lay the flat of his blade against the skin of her back. allie gasped
,
and Daphne guessed the metal must be cold. But she settled back down again immediately, so it couldn’t have been too bad. Then Karl began tracing patterns across allie’s back with the tip of the knife.

Daphne leaned forward again, staring in fascination. She didn’t see any blood, and as she watched, it became evident that he wasn’t breaking the skin at all, just raising red weals and scratches. At the same time liege leaned forward and began kissing and licking her inner thighs, drawing closer with each repetition to her bare opening. A slight flush started to spread across allie’s skin
,
and Daphne could hear that her breathing was getting faster.

Leaning back into Finn, she whispered, “Holy crap. She’s really enjoying the knife. Who would have guessed being scratched like that would be such a turn-on?” She didn’t mention how turned on she was getting just from watching.

“Uh, yeah.” Finn cleared his throat again and shifted a little. Smiling to herself, Daphne allowed her back to slide gently against his crotch to confirm the hard-on she was sure she had felt. Yep, it was having an effect on him
,
too. This had definite possibilities. She settled herself more firmly against him, reaching up to draw one of his hands over her shoulder. She nuzzled the palm with her cheek and then curled the fingers around her own hands, resting her head on both so he couldn’t withdraw it.

Looking back at the action on the table, she saw that liege was tending his area with gusto. It looked like his tongue was everywhere at once, up near allie’s ass, then down between her legs. The sounds of allie’s enjoyment were easy to hear. She groaned and gasped, straining toward him and twitching as Karl continued his ministrations with the tip of the knife. One of his hands held her steady as the blade meandered across her skin, caressing the red lines when the knife was lifted. He occasionally bent and whispered in her ear, tugging on a fistful of hair and smiling at her reaction. Suddenly allie’s entire body tensed and her legs shuddered, her cries of pleasure the unmistakable sign of a thundering orgasm.

Both of the men slowed their actions as she convulsed. Brad stroked her legs
,
and Karl rubbed her back as she quieted and caught her breath. Then they began again, and after a minute or two Karl gestured to liege. He joined the other man
,
and they whispered for a few seconds, but Daphne could only catch the words “and then you start.” Nodding, Karl stepped back and began to remove his clothes.

Unbidden, a blush swept across Daphne’s face as she caught herself staring at the obvious sign of Karl’s arousal. She had always suspected that he would be sexy as hell without his clothes, and damn if she hadn’t been right. He wasn’t some super-cut musclehead, but he certainly looked tasty. Her eyes trailed down the planes of his chest and over the firm abs that with just a bit of work would sport the famed six
-
pack, down to his rigid cock. It was sticking straight up, long and thick and ready for action. Unfortunately, she thought, it was gone almost as soon as it had appeared. He had stepped back in front of allie
,
and using both hands to tip her chin up, he slid his dick into her open, waiting mouth.