The Masters of Falcon's Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (35 page)

Unable to wait any longer, he pulled his fingers free and ordered Daphne to stop and give Finn a breather while they switched positions. He rolled a condom onto his own raging hard-on and lay where Finn had been. “Daphne, come here and straddle me. Face the foot of the bed in a reverse cowgirl position.”

“Yes
,
Master.” Her voice was low and throaty, and the name seemed to flow more naturally that time.

He guided her hips into position and with a slow and steady pressure he brought her down until her tight little asshole was just touching the tip of his dick. “This may hurt a little
,
but we will take it slow and will stop if you need to. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

He added more lube as she sank agonizingly slowly onto his cock. Watching her breathing, he allowed her to control the speed of her first anal penetration. Once she had sunk completely onto him, her hands gripping his tightly, he began to move his hips a tiny bit at a time. He gradually increased his speed until a steady pace had been achieved and her rocking assured him that she was not only okay but was enjoying what they were doing.

“Okay, now without pulling me out, lay back against my chest.” Anyone less limber would have had trouble with his instructions, but Daphne made it look easy.

Once she was settled, Decker nodded at Finn, who was watching from the foot of the bed. “Fuck our girl. You will control the pace
,
but we are going to rock her world.”

He smiled at the speed with which Finn climbed onto the bed and leaned over Daphne, making eye contact to ensure that she was ready for him. Then he braced himself and pushed into her wet and waiting pussy. Daphne exhaled a long, slow breath as Finn’s cock slowly took its place inside her.

“How are you doing?” Decker asked her, but instead of answering, Daphne lifted her legs around Finn’s waist, drawing him in even deeper. “Fuck me
,
Finn,” she demanded. “Fuck me now!”

Decker whispered into her ear. “I’ll let it go this time
,
but you had best learn to address us correctly or we will stop and leave you horny as punishment. Do you understand?”

She hissed in a breath. “Yes
,
Master. Please, Sir, fuck me. I need you both so bad.”

He kissed her neck. “That’s better, my dear. Finn, if you would, show our girl we mean business.”

Decker smiled into Daphne’s hair as Finn began to slide in and out of Daphne’s stretched cunt. They moved slowly as she settled into the movement, then they matched their rhythm to each other, first alternating, then in unison. Daphne’s head fell back against Decker
,
and she panted in time to their thrusts. Suddenly he felt her muscles clench all along his length and heard her sudden intake of breath, followed by a groan as she exploded into her first orgasm while filled with two men. He could feel Finn slowing while she rode through the intense experience, which was helpful, since he was nearing his own limit much faster than he wanted to. Breathing deeply to control the rising tide of his own excitement, he regained a small measure of delay.

Once her breathing had returned to a semblance of normal, Finn started back up
,
and Decker suspected they were both close to climax. The feel of Daphne’s tight ass clutching his cock each time Finn thrust into her cunt
rocketed
him closer and closer to the point of no return. Without warning he felt Finn slam into her and sink as deep as possible. For the first time he felt the throbbing of another man as he released followed by the intense grip of Daphne’s anal muscles as she was brought over the edge again. Unable to last any longer, he joined in the carnal exuberance with his own powerful orgasm.

He had never felt such an intense connection to anyone. That thought brought a swift stab of guilt toward Sharon, but somehow she almost felt like a part of it. Neither Finn nor Daphne had ever met Sharon, but Sharon was part of him, and making love again did not push her memory away, as he’d always been afraid it would. He could have sworn he felt a soft breath on his neck and her voice whispering, “I’m here, Sir.”

“So do you think it’s going to work out?” Karl came up behind Allie as she stood in the doorway of the barn.

“Yes, I think it
will
.” Allie nodded, smiling as his arms encircled her to draw her against his warm, strong chest. They began to rock a little back and forth to the music. Being held like that always gave her a warm, protected feeling. “I hope so, anyway.” Together they watched Daphne, Finn
,
and Decker standing arm in arm and laughing as Chuck and Tony romped in their puppy gear on the mats that had been set out.

“Well, they’ve made it through the initial negotiations and moving in together,” Karl said. “We’ll just have to see how they handle the bumps that come up. But as far as I can tell
,
they seem to have a decent understanding of what it takes to be a triad. I guess they’ve got as good a chance as anybody.
I’m sure they’ll make it.
”

Twenty or thirty people had gathered that night for the worldwide premier
e
of the new music video and a play party. They’d watched the video in the great room of the barn while eating pizza
,
and now the rest of Daphne’s new album was playing as the area was transformed into a dungeon.

“What did you think of the video?” Karl asked, squeezing her again and resting his chin on top of her head.

“I thought it was wonderful. And it was so sweet of Daphne to dedicate it to us.”

“So you like her more now than you did when she first came here?”

Allie laughed. “Definitely. At first I thought she was a typical rich bitch who doesn’t care about anybody besides herself. It just goes to show that you never really know what’s going on inside another person. I wouldn’t have guessed how vulnerable and insecure she was underneath the rock
-
star persona.”

“That’s true. Everyone has their own coping mechanisms. Just because she has the metabolism of a hummingbird doesn’t mean she doesn’t have insecurities,” Karl said. “Let this be a lesson to you. Judge people on who they are, not on who you think they are.”

“I’ll try, Sir.” Her eyes came to rest on one of the pictures hanging on the opposite wall. It was from the group that Charlie had taken during their latest photo shoot. “I may not be as pretty as she is, but with Charlie’s help I only look like the ugly stepsister, not the troll under the bridge.”

Karl stopped swaying to the music and tilted his head down. Allie couldn’t see much of his face, but she knew he was frowning.

“What have I said about making self-deprecating remarks?” His voice was stern.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” She did her little-girl voice for him, hoping he’d laugh it off, as he sometimes did.

But no. “I think that remark calls for some punishment.”

“You mean the good kind or the bad kind?”

“Hmm.” He looked up again and she could tell he wasn’t really angry. It was more a matter of principle with him. His voice was playful again after he considered. “I guess maybe we could make it the good kind, say ten swats on the ass. But only if you say ten times, ‘I am a beautiful and capable woman’ for me.”

“I never said anything about not being capable.”

“Fifteen swats.” His voice was less playful now, and Allie knew she was almost at his limit of brattiness. She sighed as inaudibly as she could and repeated the commanded phrase.

“That’ll do.” He led her over to a couch and sat down, motioning for her to lean across his lap.

“You did say the good kind, right?” She couldn’t help pushing him just a tiny bit more.

“Twenty.” He snapped his finger and pointed at his knee. “Panties, please.”

With a louder sigh, Allie pulled up her short latex skirt and tugged off the black
,
lacy thong, handing it to him. He tucked it in a pocket as she positioned herself, waiting for the spanking. She wasn’t sure whether he meant to do it as a way to start the playing or if it was actually a punishment for her comment. Mostly the difference had to do in the way he began. If it was a play spanking, he would start out with light, varied swats, moving to a different area each time. By the time her ass was nicely red, she would be warmed up enough that harder swats would start to feel good, even though they would still sting.

He apparently did mean it as a punishment this time. He brought his hand down ten times, hard and swiftly and in the same place, so that she was biting her lip and cringing with each one. Then, as she processed the pain, he did the last ten in a softer, almost caressing manner, turning the original discomfort into a pleasurable heat that radiated through her ass. Her head lolled forward as endorphins flooded her system
,
and Karl let her relax, stroking her legs, ass
,
and back.

“What are you?” he asked when she started to push herself to a standing position again.

She gave him a half
smile, half
grimace and said, “I am a beautiful and capable woman who has a dungeon party to attend to.”

He smiled, patting the couch next to him. “You can attend to it from here for a minute. What are you so anxious about, anyway? You know all these people.”

“Yes, but I’ve never seen Finn and Decker actually play,” she said. “I know Decker’s been in the community for a lot longer than I have, but it’s my duty as the owner of the playspace to be aware of what’s going on. Besides, I like watching.” She giggled a little and snuggled up to him as they watched Finn set up the play station for their threesome.

Brad came in and sat on the floor in front of Allie, leaning back against her knees. Allie loved sitting like this, with her men around her. Often Brad would give her a foot massage while Karl played with her hair, the way she was doing now with Brad. She had the business she’d always dreamed of having
,
a bed-and-breakfast on the California coast. She didn’t know how she’d gotten so lucky.

Finn was slowly lowering the zipper in the back of the skintight leather bodysuit that Daphne was wearing. She held up her hair for him, swaying her hips slightly as he peeled the suit away from her skin and helped her step out of it. She was beautifully and gloriously naked except for her seven-inch heels, which she wore as if she’d been born in them. Finn went to stand next to Decker, who was waiting by the table. Daphne knelt down in front of both of them, lifting her head and putting her hands behind her back. Both men smiled down at her, obviously enjoying the sight of her tits pushed out by her arched back. Decker put out a hand and lifted her chin even higher, and she stood in one fluid motion that Allie envied. She might be about to turn thirty, but Allie was sure Daphne would never look like anything but a Goth high school cheerleader.

Decker spread out a cloth on the table and Daphne climbed up on top of it and lay faceup. She raised her hands above her head and stretched like a cat while Decker and Finn both began stroking her thighs and stomach and murmuring things into her ear. Allie noted that both of the men purposefully stroked the new falcon tattoo on her hip.

After a minute, Decker went around to the table he’d been setting up while Finn had undressed Daphne. He began lighting candles and then he called Finn over to give him instructions.

Allie and her men watched while Finn and Decker tested the hot wax from their candles on their own forearms. When they were satisfied with the temperature, they both set to work, picking out different colors of candles and carefully pouring the melted liquid onto her body. At the first contact, Daphne squealed and twitched. Decker held the candle higher and poured a little more as Daphne watched him with huge eyes.

They seemed to be joking around a little as the men went around and around the table, studying their handiwork and making suggestions to each other.

“What are they trying to make?” Allie whispered.

Karl and Brad both shrugged. “Hopefully they’ll show it off when they’re done,” Brad said, tilting his head back so they could both hear him.

They worked on her for about an hour, reminding Allie of a couple of painters collaborating on a masterpiece. One would let a drop fall, then they both stood back to contemplate the effect, pointing and whispering as if their lives depended on getting it right.

Allie tried to concentrate on the other scenes that were going on around her. Beth and april were doing a flogging scene at the St. Andrew’s Cross in the corner, and Daddy Dave was doing aftercare for his two puppies, taking off their puppy gloves and kneepads and gently massaging their legs and hands. Phoenix was in another corner doing a single
tail scene with his slave dani. She was squeaking and bouncing as he flicked the whip toward her.

Karl followed Allie’s gaze. “Are you interested in trying the single
tail?” he asked her.

Allie shuddered. “I don’t think so. It doesn’t really look pleasant.” She turned her head to face him. “Have you bottomed for single
tail?”

He smiled at her. “Yes. I can be a masochist
,
too, at times. Although I prefer to top. And I really prefer scenes that are more D/s than S
&
M. But single
tail can be as intense or as light as you make it. Some people really like the quick, sharp, stinging pain. It’s a fast endorphin rush
,
and the pain comes in shorter bursts than, say, a caning. It’s a totally different kind of energy. Would you trust me to give you a taste of it?”