Clifftop Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (23 page)

Turning tentatively back to liege, Allie gingerly squeezed open the first one, testing it on her own forearm to see how it felt. Satisfied, she used her other hand to pinch a bit of flesh on his inner thigh and closed the pin on her target. Releasing it, she leaned back and watched Brad’s face for an indication that he wasn’t handling it well. Much to her surprise, she saw him draw in a quick breath, almost immediately letting it go again without a change in expression. Taking that as a positive sign, she began to apply the remaining nine clothespins to the insides of both thighs and his lower stomach.

As Allie worked, Karl climbed onto the bed behind her. He let his hands wander across her upper back and shoulders, gently grazing her skin with the lace of her teddy. The combination of that with what she was doing seemed a little incongruous to Allie, so she paused to stroke Brad’s—no,
liege’s
, she reminded herself—dick. He moaned softly but didn’t seem to object to whatever he was feeling, so she went on, allowing herself to enjoy the way Karl’s hands tugged on her lingerie, almost, but not quite, touching the skin underneath. She could feel the heat coming off his fingers, raising her body temperature to what seemed like a feverish level. With excruciating slowness she felt his hands finally make their way over her shoulders and down across the top of her chest. She twisted slightly to give him full access to her nipples, which were throbbing in anticipation of his first touch.

Putting his lips against her earlobe and sending a shiver through her with his hot breath, Karl growled into her ear just as he palmed her heaving breasts. “Don’t forget your boy there. Those pins will become uncomfortable fairly quickly the first few times.”

She let out a moan in a long, slow exhalation as his fingers left her skin and went back to caressing her back and sides.

“Are you okay, Allie?” Brad asked suddenly, snapping her back to her senses.

“I’m fine, liege,” she forced herself to answer, trying to keep her breathing even so he wouldn’t be alarmed.

She realized that she couldn’t remember the last time someone other than Brad had touched her like that. It was astonishing how good it felt, all the way to her core, to be in a sexual situation with two men at the same time, and to know that she wasn’t cheating on her boyfriend. She was actually bringing him pleasure while another man was pleasing her. And to think it would have seemed morally wrong just a few weeks ago.

Allie began to remove the clothespins slowly, giving Brad time to process the experience. He gave small gasps at the pain caused by the blood returning to each pinched area in turn, but then relaxed as the endorphins immediately coursed through his body. Halfway through, Karl put his hands on Allie’s shoulders, and she stopped while he lifted her teddy over her head, leaving her exposed and naked. Allie stiffened, suddenly convinced that she couldn’t possibly be sexy enough for him.

Then his large, warm bulk was pressing into her back again, his lips and breath hot on her ear. “I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you in my life,” he rumbled, sending shivers through her body. “Now please finish that task so that I can fuck you. I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

The tension drained out of her, and Allie felt her juices begin to flow. He was really going to fuck her. She had almost forgotten that part, in her concentration on liege. She turned her attention back to removing the cording. It was nearly impossible to focus on her work, however. Karl’s hands slid around her torso, and his fingers finally found her nipples, rolling and pinching them, tugging at them as an expression of his impatience to experience the rest of her body as well.

She finally tossed the cording to the side, and immediately Karl’s hands were on her hips, pulling her into position on her hands and knees between liege’s still-spread and bound legs. His hand pushed on her back, and she followed the gentle cue to bend down and indulge in one of her favorite secret sins. Just before she took liege’s throbbing, glistening cock into her mouth, Allie glanced back at Karl. He had already removed his clothing and was fisting a condom onto the massive dick jutting out before him. The sight of his naked body, larger than she had realized and rippled with muscles, did something to her insides that she hadn’t experienced in a long time. With a shudder of anticipation she turned back to her task. She was determined to make Brad feel as good as she was about to.

Swirling her tongue around and over his sensitive glans, she marveled at how hard liege was. He had always enjoyed having sex with her, but she couldn’t remember him ever being this erect, straining and seeming to be ready to burst from the confines of his skin. His breathing was fast and ragged as she dipped her head and took even more of him into her mouth, trying not to gasp as she felt Karl’s steel bar tease against her opening.

She could feel the press of his hips against her bare ass and the tickle of his pubic hair, then the sudden stretching of her pussy as he entered her for the first time. In one slow, firm stroke he glided into her soaked opening until he bottomed out fully inside of her. She couldn’t help herself. She gave a full-throated groan and pushed back against him, savoring the connection, wanting to experience him as fully as possible. He began a slow rhythm of pulling most of the way out and then sinking back into her depths. Shifting her head slightly allowed each of his in-strokes to push her mouth down onto liege’s straining cock and each withdrawal brought her lips gliding back up its length in a pattern that matched Karl’s.

“Oh, God. I’m going to come,” liege gasped, then remembered his position. “I mean, can I please come, Ma’am?”

“Oh yes, baby. Come for me,” she cried as she was thrown over the cliff of her own desire. All of her muscles tensed and released in a powerful orgasm, and she let the sensation take her as liege’s cock swelled in her mouth, filling it with his salty creaminess. She reveled in the feeling of having a cock pulsing in her mouth while being able to feel a second thrusting and throbbing in her pussy at the same time and distantly hearing both of her lovers gasping and moaning through their own releases.

When Karl’s orgasm was finished and he pulled out of her, they both collapsed onto the bed. Allie lay with Karl curled behind her and her face on Brad’s stomach, his seed glistening on her lips and cheeks as she panted and tried to slow her breathing.

Rolling onto her side, she asked Karl, “How did you know my favorite fantasy of all time was to be finger cuffed?”

“Because that is my job, my sweet. To take all of the random bits of information and puzzle out what is best for you. And to try and understand your deepest desires and make them happen,” Karl rumbled contentedly.

“What do you mean by ‘finger cuffed’?” liege asked, groggily attempting to rub the blindfold off his eyes with his shoulder.

Reaching up to help remove the silky material from his face, Allie answered. “In a nutshell, it is when someone is fucked in their mouth and pussy at the same time. I’ve always wanted to try it, and now I have.” She had a brief thought that she had never had the courage to admit that to Brad before. Now it seemed like a perfectly natural thing to say. “And I can’t wait to do it again.”

“Oh, yeah. I had almost forgotten that you two were going to…” Brad trailed off thoughtfully and was silent for a few seconds. Then with a shake of his head he continued, “You were right, Karl. The blindfold did help make it easier. Thank you. I am going to need some time to process this, but somehow it isn’t bothering me that you just fucked my girlfriend, or at least not as much as I thought it would. Can I please be untied now?”

Chapter 20

Allie woke with a start on Tuesday morning. It took her a moment to realize that it was Karl’s arm that was tucked around her and that her own arm had been draped across Brad, who was sliding out from under it to get up.

“I’ll come get your breakfast,” she offered sleepily. He often left before she woke, but this morning things had changed, and she knew she should get up and make sure he was all right. She hated the thought of climbing out of bed, though. It had been so cozy and comfortable, tucked between the two of them all night, and she was pretty sure she’d never slept so soundly. Someone had kicked off most of the covers, but she could feel Karl’s breath on her shoulder, and everything seemed perfect and just as it should be.

Brad leaned over and whispered, “That’s okay, honey. You stay here and get some more sleep. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay,” she murmured, already mostly asleep again. “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” he said, kissing her forehead lightly, and she nestled back against Karl again and wasn’t aware of anything else.

When they woke up later, Allie rolled over to face Karl. Her mind was full of the previous night’s activities, and her body was lusting for another encounter with him, remembering his hands on her, his lips against her ear, his deep, throaty voice, and of course the feel of his cock plunging into her as she sucked Brad. She smiled and reached up to touch his face gently. “Good morning, Sir,” she whispered.

His eyes opened. “Good morning, Allie.”

God, he was so sexy. She had tried so hard for the last six months not to think of him this way, not to imagine them lying in bed together, that it seemed almost wrong to be here now, like this. But she didn’t really think she cared. She felt incredibly submissive, as if there weren’t enough things she could do to please him, to show him that she wanted to belong to him, be part of him. She ran her finger lazily down his chest, playing with the soft, curly hair as she slowly worked her way lower. She felt his stomach muscles tighten as her nail played over and around them, spiraling downward. He shivered but put a hand over hers and looked into her eyes.

“I don’t think we should right now,” he said, although there was a hesitant note in his voice as if he was reproaching himself as well as her for the desire.

“Why not?” She gave him a little pout, lifting the covers to peer underneath. “I think he’d like to.”

“Yes,
he
undoubtedly would enjoy another round,” Karl said, chuckling. “But we need to do this in good faith to Brad. I’d like you to have another talk with him before you and I do anything else.”

Allie debated arguing with him, telling him that Brad had seemed fine when he’d gotten up. But she knew he was right. She had been far too groggy to be able to read Brad’s feelings accurately at six a.m. And he would undoubtedly spend the whole morning replaying last night and imagining what they were doing since he left. It would definitely be better to be able to say that they had waited to see how he felt before having sex again.

She sighed. “I see your point. Should I wait until he gets home tonight or call him?”

He gave her a gentle shove. “Neither. You should go to lunch with him. Now get out of this bed before I lose all control and violate you against my own good advice.”

The thought of Karl losing control and taking her roughly then and there made Allie hesitate. Surely Brad would understand, she thought, reaching down quickly to give his cock a gentle squeeze. He groaned and pushed her to the edge of the bed.

“Don’t make me spank you, woman.” He growled, pulling himself after her. As she stood, he gave her ass a loud, hard smack that made her squeal and jump, turning to face him.

“I’ll do it again if you don’t get some clothes on and stop tempting me,” he warned her, his feet hitting the floor.

She ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. It wasn’t that she was afraid of being spanked by him. The idea made her hot and wet and yearn to throw herself at his feet. But she knew if they started playing around it would inevitably end in sex. It seemed important to take his advice about talking to Brad before they fucked again, and she knew she had to get out of the house completely in order to avoid it.

When she emerged, wrapped in a towel, he was gone. She’d known he would be, but there was still a wave of disappointment. Allie got dressed and went down to make coffee, humming to herself but with a nagging sense of apprehension in the pit of her stomach. She needed to know how Brad was feeling.

At noon precisely, Allie walked through the insurance company where Brad worked. His office was toward the back of the large space, and she waved at various heads that poked up above the cubicles filling the center area. She didn’t know many of the people here well. She’d been too tied up in working on the house, and Brad hadn’t made any particular friends that he’d told her about. She did, however, find herself looking around the room speculatively, wondering who, if any, of the employees were members of the club or had other secret, kinky lives. It was hard to imagine. Everyone seemed so normal and vanilla. The world of BDSM and polyamory seemed light-years away from this environment, as if they couldn’t possibly coexist in the same universe.

But Brad had taken part in a kinky scene the night before, and there he sat at his desk, looking perfectly wholesome, as if he’d never entertained an unconventional thought in his life. He was staring at his computer screen as she approached his open door, his back to her, and she sidled in as quietly as possible, positioning herself at the corner of his desk.

“Want a lunchtime quickie?” she murmured in her best movie-star-vixen voice.

He sprang to his feet and around to face her in a movement so sudden and violent that she was nearly thrown backward off the desk. When he registered her presence, his face visibly relaxed, although he didn’t smile. He retrieved his chair from where it had been flung and sat down to face her, putting a hand over his heart.