The Masters of Falcon's Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (36 page)

“Of course I’d trust you,” Allie said slowly, after a short hesitation. “Is it important to you that I try it?”

He laughed and squeezed her shoulders. “Not at all. It’s just important to me that you’d trust me enough to try something that frightened you.”

“It’s kind of the same with needles,” Brad put in from in front of her. “They looked horrible to me at first. I couldn’t imagine why anybody would want to get needles stuck into them. But once we tried it, I found I really liked the sensation and the rush.”

“Yes, that’s true.” Allie finished her scan of the room and returned her attention to Daphne’s group, satisfied that nobody was engaging in any activity that looked nonconsensual or unreasonably dangerous. She had been learning from Karl about the responsibilities of a club owner
,
and she was determined to take it as seriously as possible. She wouldn’t be familiar with the abilities and experience of many of their guests, so it was important to know what to look for to avoid problems.

Finn and Decker were helping Daphne off the table and onto her feet. The whole front of her torso, arms
,
and legs were covered in various shades of colored wax. Allie squinted, trying to see if there was a pattern to it, but the room was a little too dark to make it out.

The men walked around her while Daphne posed for them, arms in the air, one knee bent, foot pointed elegantly like a dancer. Then Decker beckoned her and they led her around the dungeon area, careful not to crack the wax, before coming to stand in front of Allie, Brad
,
and Karl.

“What do you think of our artwork?” Decker asked, waving a hand Vanna-style in front of his girl.

“Impressive.” The three on and in front of the couch leaned forward to look. Across Daphne’s chest was a rainbow. It was about six inches wide, every color distinctly and evenly represented. Above and below the rainbow was bright blue with small specks of black that Allie suspected were meant to be birds, from her throat to her lower abdomen and down both arms. Rising up from her groin was a house with a curl of smoke. On the front of the house was a heart with the letters DDF inside. Her hips and legs were green
,
and there were little splotches of browns, yellows and reds scattered. It looked like nothing so much as a child’s drawing.

“Flowers?” Allie guessed, pointing to the colored blobs on Daphne’s thighs.

Finn nodded. “The brown ones are supposed to be bunnies
,
but unfortunately I’m just not that artistic.”

“They look more like cowpies,” Karl observed, and Allie gave him a mock-slap.

“Don’t be disrespectful,” she said while Daphne giggled.

Decker was smiling indulgently at Daphne while her wax painting was admired. Then he turned to Allie. “May we take some pictures outside?”

“Of course,” Allie said. “As long as you don’t get anybody else. I’m sure you’re aware of that.”

“Thanks.” Decker gave them a nod
,
and the trio was gone, leaving a trail of giggles behind them.

Karl turned to Brad. “I think it’s time we got started on our scene, don’t you, liege?”

Brad went to one knee in front of Karl, bowing his head. “Yes, Sir.” Then he gave Allie a wink and a mischievous smile and dashed off.

“Our scene, Sir?”

He rose to his feet and held out a hand to help her up as well. “Yes,
p
et. I’ve decided to try something a little different. It’s something that you said you’d be interested in trying at some point, so I didn’t feel the need to negotiate it separately. I think you’ll enjoy it. So come with me, please.”

He led her to the far corner of the room, where liege was setting out a couple of bags. Allie tried to pe
e
k in them
,
but Karl pulled her back, holding both of her shoulders and turning her toward him.

“While liege is setting up, we are going to get you in the proper headspace,” he told her, pointing to the floor in front of him.

Allie went down to her knees, hands behind her back and head tilted up so that she could watch him for instructions. Her insides clenched as they always did at the beginning of a scene
,
and she waited, breathless and marveling at how submissive he made her feel just by standing before her. Even though in her everyday life she was beginning to consider herself strong and efficient, when Karl was around she wanted to do something, anything, to prove her devotion to him.

His hands went to the back of her head and grasped a fistful of hair, pulling it tight so that she let out a moan and squeezed her eyes shut. He held it for a second or two and then released, sending endorphins coursing through Allie’s body and her head slumped forward against him. He leaned down and whispered, “You are mine,
p
et. You belong to me.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered back, feeling herself sinking into a deep submissive zone. Karl took her face in his hands and got down to his own knees, kissing her deeply until she had to brace herself against him to keep from falling. He put a hand on her back, pulling her against his broad, warm chest
,
and she went willingly, wanting to feel as connected as possible, wishing she could simply merge into him.

After a long moment, Karl released her
and
they stood up. He turned her around and began to undo the corseting in the back of her bodice. “We need to get you out of all these clothes,” he murmured as his fingers deftly pulled at the cording until it was loose enough to undo the fastenings in the front.

Then he unzipped her skirt and moved around so he was in front of her. “This is my favorite part.” He knelt again and took one nipple in his mouth while he gradually worked the latex skirt over her hips and down her thighs, helping her step out of it.

A year ago Allie would have been mortified to be undressed in a roomful of people. Now she barely glanced around. She knew that there was nobody in the room who would criticize her for being what she was beginning to think of as “curvy.” Everyone in the community appreciated and celebrated the human body, even when it was not Hollywood perfect. It was something she loved about the lifestyle that Karl had introduced her to after she’d taken over her father’s house.

Standing completely naked in front of her Sir, Allie’s attention was fixed solely on him. Their foreheads touched
,
and they stared into each other’s eyes, feeling the connection between them.

Then liege was back, kneeling beside Allie with his head pressing against her bare hip, and she couldn’t help but feel that their energy was complete again. Karl put a hand on Brad’s head and another on Allie’s shoulder and gave them both a serious look.

“Are you ready for this?
a
llie? liege?”

They both nodded in assent.
a
llie’s stomach knotted up a little, unsure of what was coming.

“Do you trust us,
a
llie?” Karl always knew when she was feeling nervous.

She glanced at both of them, trying to look excited instead of apprehensive. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” He gave her a relaxed smile that lightened the serious mood and nodded at Brad. “Are we ready?”

“Ready, Sir.” liege sprang to his feet and picked up
a
llie’s clothes while Karl inspected the supplies he’d laid out. Allie caught a glimpse of a bulky roll of plastic wrap
,
and her stomach did a little flip. She’d wanted to try wrap bondage
,
but they hadn’t gotten around to it yet. New forms of play were always a little scary, but she loved bondage, so this—

Then she noticed that Karl was inspecting large metal rings that seemed to be bolted into the wall and ceiling. He and Brad discussed them in low voices, pulling at the rings and pointing from one to the other.

“Are those new?”
a
llie stepped up behind the men as liege pulled a chair over. He stood on it and hooked a suspension ring onto one of the ceiling points.
a
llie looked up dubiously.

“You need to be paying attention to this,” Karl told her, positioning her so that she faced away from what liege was doing. He picked up the roll of plastic wrap and began to wind it around her torso.
a
llie was immediately focused on him as the film clung tighter and tighter around her. For a minute she felt a panic start to build, and Karl stopped when he saw that her breathing was turning into shallow panting.

“Relax,
p
et,” he said, rubbing her shoulders. “Remember your breathing techniques. You are not going to panic. Four in, six out. Slowly now. Breathe with me. Four in, six out.”

a
llie forced her mind away from the fear of not being able to get air into her lungs and concentrated on Karl’s slow counting. She knew there was no real danger, and it was a wonderful feeling to conquer the irrational claustrophobia that sometimes attacked her. Karl waited until her momentary alarm faded and went slowly back to work, talking to her to help her stay calm until she adjusted to the feeling of being confined.

He left her nipples and her pussy uncovered, but every other inch of her from her upper arms to her separately-bound thighs was tightly wrapped when he stepped back, the roll still in hand, and surveyed her. He nodded and placed the roll carefully on the floor. Then suddenly both men picked her up and placed her carefully on the chair, liege steadying her while Karl stood on another chair and began attaching the wrap to carabiners in the wall and ceiling fixtures.

The roll passed back and forth between them as they built a spiderweb of plastic around
a
llie. She was so fascinated by the designs they were creating that she totally forgot her claustrophobia.

When her torso was completely supported, they gently lifted her and moved the chair away, testing the strength of their web.

“How does that feel?” Karl asked as they very gradually released her, leaving her to float above the floor in her plastic cocoon.

She wiggled a little to make herself swing and smiled. “It’s a lot more comfortable than rope suspension,” she told him.

“Good. Just don’t swing too much. We don’t want to weaken it.” He grabbed a nipple and tweaked it, making
a
llie squeal in protest.

The men pulled her arms to the sides and wound them so that they were supported but stretched out as if she was flying. Then they pulled her legs back
at a forty-five degree angle
and attached them as well, spread slightly.

“I feel like Superman,”
a
llie giggled, looking down at them. “And for once I’m taller than you both.”

“Higher, not taller,” Karl corrected her. “And it’s for a reason, little one.”

He ran a finger lightly over her exposed breasts, which were at about the level of his shoulder. They hardened immediately at his touch, and he smiled. Then he pulled a chair back and sat down while Brad positioned another seat beside her hip and settled himself into it. A moment later there was a click and a soft humming noise.

a
llie knew that sound, and she gasped as she tried to twist her head enough to see what he was going to do. Karl tilted his face and took one of her nipples into his mouth again
,
and
a
llie’s head dropped back as much as it could in her incapacitated state. The sensations from his tongue and teeth went straight to her pussy, which Brad was beginning to stroke softly with the vibrator. It was like she was one big coil of electrical current. The fact that she couldn’t move her arms or legs simply meant that she was more aware of the feelings in her nipples and groin. She moaned as Karl switched from one nipple to the other and Brad pushed the dildo between her labia and began teasing her.

When Karl’s mouth disappeared
a
llie opened her eyes. Then she closed them again quickly as she saw what he was about to do. He was taking clothespins out of a small cloth bag. With agonizing slowness he began putting them on her breasts. A quick pinch, then a small, burning pain with each one that diminished after a few seconds. She was just getting used to the feeling when Brad turned up the power on the vibrator and began fucking her with it.

Pain mixed with pleasure, all on the background of the secure yet confining web of plastic that encased her. She tried to squirm, began to feel a little claustrophobic again, then became aware of the sensations in her cunt as Brad thrust in and out. He put one finger against the rosebud of her ass and pushed it in, adding yet another layer to the flood of sensory input.

When Karl had used up all of his clothespins, he joined Brad, replacing the finger in her ass with a smaller vibrator. Allie began panting from the buildup of excitement and sensation. The suspension was like a cradle in which she was lying, comfortably wrapped in a tight nest of heat. It trembled with her, a completely different sensation than lying on a bed.

Karl appeared in her line of vision again, although her eyes were barely open wide enough to see him. “How are you doing,
p
et?”