BDSM Menage Fantasies 3
Double Dom Fantasies
Reeling from the loss of her boyfriend, job, and self-respect, Sami Peters is shocked to find herself at the inaugural BDSM Boot Camp at Clifftop Fantasies. If that isn’t enough, she’s partnered with not one but two semipro football players, Andrew Jackson "AJ" Weatherford and Lance "Crash" Carter.
AJ is pining over his ex, and the normally happy-go-lucky Crash is distressed by the amount of vegetables in the cooking at Clifftop. Sami finds herself taking classes with these two in rope bondage, needle play, and scene negotiation, among other alarming topics.
On top of everything else, Sami’s best friend Carly and most of the Grandpointe leather community are under attack by a moral crusader. Can Sami, AJ, and Crash save the community and themselves by exploring this new lifestyle together? Should she submit to the guys as they learn to be Doms, or are they just out slumming?
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 99,722 words
DOUBLE DOM FANTASIES
BDSM Menage Fantasies 3
Cassidy Browning
MENAGE AMOUR
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Chapter 1
“Are you sure this is the place, Carly?” Sami Peters got out of her friend’s car, looking up at the huge yellow house in front of them. In spite of the sign by the road informing them that nudity might be encountered on the premises, she had a hard time believing that this was a place where people went to have kinky sex. “This looks more like someone’s grandmother’s house. I half expect to see laundry hanging in the backyard and apple pies cooling on the windowsill.”
“Yup, this is it.” Carly trotted up the steps to the front door, stuck her head in, and called, “Allie? You here?”
She was silent for a moment, listening. Then she turned, letting the screen door bang shut behind her. “Bet they’re in the back, or maybe the barn. That’s where most of the classes take place. Come on.”
Sami followed a little nervously as Carly led her around the side of the house. In contrast to Sami’s bright-red hair and average looks, Carly was svelte, blonde, and beautiful. Even wearing shorts and an old T-shirt, she looked as if she belonged on the cover of a magazine rather than flipping burgers in a small diner. But six months earlier she’d called Sami to say she’d bought a café called Peckish and was moving to Grandpointe, California, to run it.
Carly pointed to a window as they went past. “See, you were half right. There’s something cooling there, but I wouldn’t put any money on it having anything as mundane as apples in it.”
She gave Sami a triumphant smile as they heard the sound of voices from the backyard, but before they had time to round the corner, there was the sound of ferocious barking and two huge pale blurs bounded past them. Sami squeaked in surprise and jumped backward.
Carly only laughed, pulling on her arm. “It’s just Chuck and Tony.”
“But what—” Sami began as they started forward. She stared, trying to see what she thought must be dogs. They were behind a tree now, but still barking and apparently trying to climb it. There was something wrong about them, but she couldn’t get a good look to see what it was.
“Pups! Down!” A middle-aged man strode purposefully after them, slapping a hand against his thigh and letting out a sharp whistle. The dogs immediately quieted, coming back to sit in front of him.
Sami gasped. They weren’t dogs at all. Two men, apparently in their midtwenties, were crouching on the ground. They wore leather dog masks, knee pads, and mitts, but nothing else.
The man chuckled, peering up in to the tree. “That’s one confused cat,” he called back over his shoulder. “It’s not yours, is it, Allie?”
“No. We don’t have one.” A woman came out from around the back of the house, peering upward. She was attractively curvy, with wavy, dark-blond hair pulled back into a ponytail that hung slightly past her shoulders. With a start, she noticed the two other girls watching them.
“Carly! Hi!” Her face registered pleased recognition and surprise, and she detoured to where they stood, hugging Carly enthusiastically.
“Allie, I’d like you to meet Samantha Peters, my best friend since third grade.” They shook hands.“Welcome to Clifftop, Samantha.” Allie motioned toward the man with the dogs. “This is Dave, or Daddy Dave as everyone calls him. That’s Tony and Chuck, but they’re in puppy space at the moment so probably won’t say hi. They might sniff you or shake hands, though. This is Karl.”
A large man was walking toward them, and Sami gaped a little. He was tall, with broad shoulders, a ruggedly handsome face, cowboy boots, and black, curly hair.
“We were wondering if Sami could be part of the introductory workshop next week,” Carly was saying to Allie as she plopped herself down on the back steps. “Do you still have space?”
“Oh, yes.” Allie nodded emphatically. “There are six people signed up so far, two couples and two guys. I don’t think the guys are a couple. At least, I didn’t get that impression. So it might work out well. Did you want to stay for it, too? It would even things out.”
Sami’s head whipped toward Carly. “You didn’t say anything about being paired up with some stranger.”
“It tends to work better that way, since a lot of the skills are hands on,” Allie told her with a smile. “Many of the things we do aren’t necessarily sexual, although they work better with—shall we say fewer clothes than normal?”
Sami opened her mouth to protest that she wasn’t going to feel comfortable taking off her clothes, even just some of them, in front of people she didn’t know, but Dave suddenly shouted and clapped his hands loudly, startling her.
“Pups! I said leave that damn cat alone!”
They all looked over to where the human dogs had stopped in the act of circling the tree, keeping an eye on the strange cat and growling. At Dave’s command, they ducked their heads and slunk back to the porch.
Carly giggled. “They’re so cute. But no, I can’t stay this weekend, much as I’d like to. I’ve really got to start working on the restaurant. The new guy from town hall was in yesterday, and he found a ton of things that he claimed need to be fixed. They only gave me two weeks, and it’s going to take every minute of that. I’ve got to put new flooring in the dining room, replace a bunch of the plumbing and appliances, clean up the outside—it’s going to be a shitload of work.”
“I’ll be happy to come over and help when I can,” Allie offered. “Maybe even drag my guys along.”
“That’s really sweet of you,” Carly said. “I’ll keep it in mind. But I know how busy you’re going to be with this event.”
“So what brings you to our workshop, Samantha?” Karl asked. Sami had been trying not to stare at him, but now she was forced to look over. She hoped she wasn’t going to start drooling or anything. There was something about him that was making her feel things she hadn’t felt in a long time, things she didn’t think she wanted to feel ever again. He exuded sexuality, but there was something else, too. Safety for one thing, she thought. She imagined that the woman he was with would always be cherished, loved, and protected. That other quality, though…With a mental shake she forced her mind back to his question.
“I’m not really sure,” she said. “I came to hang out with Carly, and she told me we were going to do this workshop together. But now she’s got all this stuff to do. To be honest, I’m not really sure about this. It’s not something I would ever—Oh, sorry.” She blushed, remembering who she was talking to.
Allie laughed. “That’s okay. We understand that our lifestyle doesn’t appeal to everybody. I think you’ll find that it’s not as freaky as it sounds from some of the literature. One of the main reasons we offer these workshops is so people can experience things in a place that feels safer and more private than a public dungeon. If you have issues with anything, feel free to ask me questions. If there’s something you absolutely don’t want to do, then don’t. Nobody will force you. It’s a pretty laid-back environment. All we ask is for you to keep an open mind and be respectful of the others who are here.”
Sami gave her friend an anguished look. “Really, I don’t mind helping with the restaurant.”
Carly smiled, patting her arm. “This will be way more fun than remodeling that old building, which is essentially what I’m going to have to do to satisfy them. You’ll be just fine, trust me. Allie and Karl won’t let anything bad happen to you.” She turned to Allie. “When should I bring her out?”
“Why don’t you come over on Thursday afternoon? Then you can get settled and we can do some preliminary intro stuff before the rest of the guests arrive.”
“That sounds good. I feel like a mother bringing her daughter to summer camp,” Carly said, laughing again as she stood.
“It doesn’t sound like any camp I ever went to.” Sami’s stomach filled with butterflies at the thought of what the workshop might be like. “Can’t I just watch?”
“It really is much more comfortable and fun if everyone participates. You’ll be fine,” Allie assured her. “Now, would you like to come inside and pick out your room?”
Sami followed her into the house, looking back over her shoulder to where Dave was calling to the dogs again. “Pups! Come over here. Time to turn back into responsible human adults.”
“Can I ask—” Sami hesitated, not knowing quite how to say it.
“About the puppies?” Allie supplied. “Of course. You can ask anything. I’ll explain as we go. This is the dining room, obviously, with the kitchen through that door. The living room is here, and upstairs are the bedrooms. Puppies are a really interesting subculture of the BDSM community. When they’re in play mode, they feel like they actually become dogs, in a sense. They are still humans under the surface, but they’re able to let out a side of themselves that feels more like animals. It’s not just dogs, though. Some people become ponies or wolves or cats—just about anything you can imagine. There are probably human armadillos or jellyfish somewhere, although I hope the armadillos are staying away from highways.” She laughed at Sami’s expression. “These are the bedrooms. If you like a certain one, I’ll make sure you get it. We have a teddy bear room, a literary room, a Starry Night room—”
* * * *
Allie was doing dishes on Thursday afternoon when she heard an unusual tinkling noise.
“What the—Was I cooking something?” She looked at the oven, the radio, and her cell phone before remembering the new bell that Brad and Karl had installed for her. She slapped herself on the forehead as she went through the dining room. “I swear I’d lose my head if it wasn’t screwed on.”
She stopped suddenly, staring at the two ruggedly handsome giants dwarfing her front hall. The one with dark hair had his hand poised over the button on the wall with the Please ring for service sign, but hearing her skid to a stop, he retracted it and they both turned in unison.
They would have been cookie-cutter copies of each other except for their coloring. One had a lighter complexion with short, dark hair, and the other had a dark tan and a blond buzz cut. Both had to stand six foot two or more, Allie guessed, and weigh at least two fifty each. The dark-haired one had a cheerful smile that extended all the way to his eyes, but the blond one looked detached and distracted.
If they’d had more neutral expressions, she would have guessed their personalities to be the other way around. The blond one would have made a great surfer or a beach bodybuilder, if he wasn’t looking like he was about to stand trial for something. Allie hoped fervently that not all of her guests for the boot camp were going to be as hesitant as Sami and this new guy. Reminding herself that you can’t judge a book by its cover, she put her best hostess smile on and took the few steps up to the table.
“You must be Lance and Andrew. Am I right?”
“Yes, ma’am,” the blond one said, raising his eyebrows. “How did you know? Are you a Condors fan?”
“Oh, heavens, no. I don’t follow sports at all, but we’re only expecting two football stars. If you’re not them, then I’ve lost my touch. I’m Allie, by the way.”
“This is where the quilting convention is being held, isn’t it?” The one with dark hair gave her a mischievous grin, and Allie decided immediately that she liked him. That was a relief. Their reservation had come by e-mail, and she hadn’t been sure what to expect. To say that they weren’t the type of guests she normally got would be an understatement. Of course, there had been the rock star a few weeks before, but Daphne
was—well, she wouldn’t fit easily into any kind of categorization.
Allie laughed as she pulled out two registration forms and handed them each a pen. “You’re certainly welcome to make me some new quilts while you’re here. Just let me know what supplies you’ll need, and I’ll run to the store. Okay, who is who?”
The blond blinked at her, making her wonder if he was going to turn out to be the stereotypical dumb jock after all. “I’m Andrew Jackson Weatherford, ma’am. But if you don’t mind, I prefer AJ.”
“I’m Lance Carter, but my mother is the only one allowed to use that name,” the other one told her with a twinkle. “Everyone else calls me Crash.”
“All right. AJ and Crash it is, then. There must be some kind of story that goes along with the name Crash, right?”
“Don’t you just know it.” He put down his pen and raised his hands as if about to do a magic trick. “So there I am, freshman year of college, just walking down the street with a couple of the guys on the JV squad, minding my own business, when out of nowhere comes this God-awful sound of twisting metal. Being the good guy that I am, I rush over to what’s left of this little red convertible that’s somehow gotten itself wrapped around this telephone pole, see.” He glanced at AJ as if for confirmation. Allie followed his gaze in time to see his friend’s eyes roll up toward the ceiling.
“Oh, my goodness! Was the driver okay?” Allie put a hand over her heart, playing along and pretending shock.
“Oh, yeah. She was just shook up a little. So anyway, I stay with her until the cops get there, and do you know what she says? She tells them that she was so busy staring at my amazing a—uh, physique, I mean—that she didn’t see the pole, so it was actually my fault that she crashed. Can you believe that, after I got her out of the car and waited there with her? She tried to blame me. Luckily the cop didn’t think that was a good enough excuse, so she got the ticket, not me. But my buddies heard her, and I’ve been Crash ever since.”
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