The Masters of Falcon's Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)
Authors: Cassidy Browning
Tags: #Romance
BDSM Menage Fantasies 2
The Masters of Falcon’s Fantasies
After a wonderful review in
Exotic Travels Magazine
, the BDSM bed-and-breakfast Clifftop Fantasies has been invaded by the charming but undisciplined rock star Daphne “Falcon” Monroe, there to film her newest video. She has brought her rowdy bandmates, her harassed and overworked manager Finn Scott, and her own appetite for chaos and trouble. Finn is determined to rein in her explosive nature, but he may not be able to accomplish it in time to keep her from ruining her career. Little does either of them know that they are on a collision course with the troubled and grieving pilot Decker Cunningham.
Will her self-destructive tendencies be stoked by bad boy Blaze, or will she be tamed by the combined efforts of Finn and the quiet Dominant Decker? Add in an illicit affair with an up-and-coming politician, and an unsuspecting leather community, and you'll discover who becomes the Masters of Falcon's fantasies.
Genre:
BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length:
87,214 words
BDSM Menage Fantasies 2
Cassidy Browning
MENAGE AMOUR
Siren Publishing, Inc.
www.SirenPublishing.com
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THE MASTERS OF FALCON’S FANTASIES
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First E-book Publication: November 2012
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THE MASTERS OF FALCON’S FANTASIES
BDSM Menage Fantasies 2
CASSIDY BROWNING
Copyright © 2012
Allie Walker walked into the foyer of her bed-and-breakfast with a stack of framed photographs in one hand and a step stool in the other. She squeaked in surprise at the sudden appearance of a uniformed officer standing at her screen door. The pictures and step stool clattered to the floor as she hastily attempted to cover her naked body. Glancing down, she was reassured to see that, for once, she was fully dressed. Nudity had become a significant part of her new lifestyle running a BDSM resort over the last year. Only the arrival of the film crew and musicians last week had gotten her wearing clothes again.
She looked down at the mess she had made, grateful that none of the glass in the frames was broken. Stepping over the clutter, she opened the screen door and invited the officer inside.
“Chuck! Hi. What can I do for you?”
The young man smiled sheepishly as he stepped into the entryway, dipping his head as he passed her.
“How are you, Miss Allie?” He bent down to help her collect the fallen photos. His smile grew larger as he picked one up. “That’s nice. Is it one of Charlie’s?”
Allie looked at the picture he was holding. It showed her, nude, standing in front of a window. The reflection of the front of her body was light but unmistakable, and her expression was wistful. It was a good picture, possibly even a great picture, but she couldn’t help feeling a bit nervous about it. She’d been getting used to having nude pictures of herself around the house, but hanging them in full view of the front door was a slightly different prospect. Her Master, Karl, had instructed her to do so, though, so she was. Lately she’d been having dreams about her boyfriend Brad’s parents showing up for a surprise visit, Bibles in hand, only to be confronted with a house full of naked people, including her.
She found herself blushing as they regarded the photograph together. That was completely ridiculous. They’d seen each other nude any number of times at parties here in this very house. He’d been completely naked when he’d helped paint her barn, for God’s sake. She’d seen him dressed as a Doberman pinscher, barking his fool head off at a woman who had been causing her problems when she was starting the B and B. There was no reason in the world for her to feel embarrassed about him seeing this picture just because he was in a police uniform now. Even if it was a real one.
He handed it to her finally, and they both stood up. “The new book is a compilation of the photos here and the ones he took of you before, when you were in college, right? When is it coming out?”
“Yes. It’s supposed to be out in about a month. Charlie said he’d bring a few copies out to us so we can keep them on the coffee table.” Allie laughed. “I’m not really sure how I feel about that, but I guess it’s no different than having the pictures—”
A loud screech interrupted her. They both turned toward the staircase in time to see a young woman racing down the stairs, flying past Allie and straight into Chuck’s arms. She wore nothing at all, showing the kind of body that brought back all of Allie’s insecurities, with perky boobs, a perfectly flat abdomen, and long, slender legs. Her right shoulder sported a tattoo of a winged microphone with banners above and below that read “Dark” and “Epiphany,” the name of her band. A larger tramp stamp across her lower back consisted of a shooting star with notes on a tribal-style music staff.
Chuck looked shocked and appalled to be suddenly holding a naked woman and stumbled back a step or two. The naked woman, however, didn’t seem to be at all unhappy about finding herself in the clutches of the law.
“Well, hi there,” she purred, looking up at him through heavily darkened eyelashes. Her makeup seemed to be about half done, and her long, pitch-black hair looked as if she’d just gotten up from a particularly rough roll in the hay. But then, it almost always looked like that. Kind of went with the rock star image.
“Daphne—” Allie began as Chuck carefully stood her upright. He looked nervous as Daphne regarded him with a sly smile, but he stood his ground. There were more footsteps on the staircase, and they all looked up to see a man in his late thirties coming toward them with a harassed expression and an oversized bath towel. When he saw the tableau in the doorway, he stopped, his eyebrows lifting.
“Hello.” His eyes flickered between Allie and Daphne before lingering on Chuck. “Is there a problem, officer?” He continued down, but slowly and cautiously, as if giving himself time to assess the situation. He made a move to wrap Daphne in the towel, but she twisted away from him, giggling and sticking out her tongue, and scurried behind the policeman.
Chuck flinched as she pressed herself against his back and stepped away, turning so that he was facing her. He put a stern look on his face, reminding Allie of how fierce he could appear when he was doing puppy play, and said in his most official voice, “I’m afraid so. There’s a stop sign that’s been knocked down over at Smith and Highland. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, ma’am?”
“A stop sign?” Daphne approached him again and put out a finger to trace the contours of his badge, making her eyes wide and innocent. “You think
I
could knock over a stop sign?”
“Well, I certainly think that black Beamer could.” Chuck made a show of looking through the screen door as if he was going to demand to examine her car for dents or stop-sign residue. As he turned back, he slapped one hand over Daphne’s as it began trailing down the front of his shirt. He seemed to grow an inch or two, becoming all authority figure. “I wouldn’t do that, ma’am.”
The other man stepped resolutely up then, capturing Daphne with one arm and pulling her back to the staircase, where he picked her up easily and wrapped her in the towel.
“I’ll look into it, officer,” he said, over Daphne’s protesting screeches of “Finn! Leave me alone, damn you! I’m not
ready
to rehearse! I want to lie in the sun for awhile. Pleeeease!”
But her shrieking gradually died down and turned into what sounded like amorous murmuring as he carried her up the stairs. Allie rubbed her forehead.
As they reached the top of the stairs, Chuck’s sternness vanished as fast as it had appeared. “Can you make sure somebody takes care of it? Preferably today, before it gets called in. The mayor would have Chief’s ass if I had to arrest a celebrity and we lost all the money they’re bringing to town. And since shit slides downhill—”
Allie gave him a pat on the shoulder as he opened the door. “Don’t worry. We’ll handle it.”
He stopped on the porch and turned back, looking normal again. “Oh, I almost forgot.” He glanced around as if to make sure nobody official was creeping up on him and would overhear what he was going to say next. “Daddy Dave wants to know if his cousin can come and stay here for a week or two.”