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

by Cassidy Browning

  “Not when we’re in the middle of a project.” He caught her fingers just as they settled and firmly placed them on the table. “Now eat, please. The camera crew will be set up in ten minutes.”

  Disappointed, Daphne turned back to her breakfast.

  Decker came down just as Daphne was taking her plate and Finn’s into the kitchen. He greeted her, but she felt suddenly shy in his presence. She had, after all, been curled up against his leg last night, allowing him to drop cookie pieces into her mouth. Then she had most likely slobbered all over his knee while she slept. He wasn’t even the slightest bit into her. She scurried past him, mumbling a good morning, surprised at her reaction. She prided herself on not being fazed by anything, but for some reason Decker’s indifference took away all of her practiced coolness. It was disgusting.

  As the morning progressed, Finn’s friendliness gradually returned. He was more decisive than usual, giving instructions instead of waiting for her to take the lead. Daphne found that she reacted well to this new, authoritative Finn. She gave him the suggestions that she’d woken up thinking about, and he considered them thoughtfully instead of brushing them impatiently aside. As they discussed her ideas she realized that he had a much better sense of movement and space than she’d ever given him credit for. Now that he was taking command, she could allow herself to be wildly creative, trusting him to take her creativity and pick out the useful parts, throwing the rest away. It seemed to take an enormous burden off her and, surprisingly, having him reject some of her ideas gave her both clarity and the freedom to allow new ideas to flow.

  “We make a good team,” Finn remarked when they sat down for a quick sandwich at noon.

  Daphne grinned at him, experiencing the same feeling of affection that she’d had last night during the movie. She wanted to dance better than she ever had before, simply to please him. The memory of his hands on her hair and shoulders sent a warm glow through her. Their energy seemed to meld together, creating a synchronistic exchange of ideas. It was like their minds were finally on the same wavelength. She had dreamt of this but never expected to experience it, after all these years of working together.

  She wasn’t sure where Decker came into the picture. Somehow she and Finn didn’t seem to be able to sustain this kind of connection without him. She needed to find ways for the three of them to spend some time together, to nurture whatever this was. Decker would probably leave, but she was seized with the fear that if he left before this new bond took root, it would die like a seedling left in the frosty night air.

  * * * *

  Finn couldn’t believe how well they were working together. All of his despairing thoughts that Daphne didn’t want to work with him anymore seemed foolish now. They had just done a whole morning session without a single fight. Ideas had bounced between them and their communication had been clear and positive. He couldn’t remember that ever happening before. For the first time he began to believe they might finish the video on schedule.

  She smiled at him as she picked up her sandwich, and he realized in astonishment that she hadn’t made a single comment about it being too fattening or heavy. She was simply eating it, looking content and thoughtful. He chewed on his own, an optimistic peace stealing over him. They were going to make this work.

  “I want to do a scene.” He was jerked out of his complacency by her sudden announcement. Visions of movie scenes, commercials, and stage plays flashed through his brain.

  He shook his head at her with a questioning frown. “A scene?”

  “Yeah, a scene. Like at the club. I want you to top me.” Her eyes were glittering with a feverish, enthusiastic light that he’d learned over the years to view with trepidation. That look usually ended with Daphne in jail or naked in the tabloids. This couldn’t possibly end well.

  “I don’t know, Daph. I’m not really into that kind of stuff.”

  “That’s because you haven’t tried it.” She leaned forward confidently, putting a hand on his knee. “Decker can show you. He’s got loads of experience. Come on. It’ll be fun.”

  “Fun. Sure. You mean you really want us to tie you up and beat you?”

  She shrugged playfully. “Maybe. But there are other things, too. You remember what Allie and her guys were doing? That didn’t look painful. I’ve been asking her about it. People do rope suspensions, wax play, body art. I’ll bet Decker could show us hundreds of ways to play. Doesn’t it sound cool?”

  “Maybe.” Finn sighed. This sounded crazier than any of her usual stunts. He made a mental note to familiarize himself with the location of the nearest hospital before getting into any kind of kinky scene with her. You just never knew. “Can we talk about it later?”

  “You bet.” Daphne jumped up and stretched her arms over her head. “I’m going to go brush my teeth and have my makeup redone. See you in a few.” And she was off.

  Finn sat for a minute, staring into space and wondering if it had been a terrible idea to bring Daphne here. It was quiet, true, and far enough away from the city that Daphne wasn’t running out to the bars every night. When he could get her to concentrate, they’d gotten a lot of work done. Thinking of it that way, he had to admit that maybe indulging her kinky side might be worth it after all.

  “Brought you more food.” Finn jumped and turned around to see Decker standing behind him carrying a bag of sodas and a bowl of what looked like homemade potato chips. Only they probably weren’t made from potatoes, Finn thought, eying them warily.

  “We figured since you were on lunch, we’d replenish your food supply for the afternoon. So how’s it going?” Decker filled the small refrigerator with drinks and began gathering up dishes and trash.

  “It’s going okay, I guess.”

  “Just okay? Last night didn’t help?”

  Finn ran a hand through his hair. “It might have helped too much. We’ve been working really well together.”

  Decker gave him a sidelong look. “But?”

  “But now she’s decided she wants to do some kind of kinky scene. I’m supposed to ask you to teach me how.”

  “Ah. That was bound to come up at some point.”

  “It was?”

  “Of course. She’s been really intrigued by the whole thing, hasn’t she? She’s curious about BDSM as well as D/s. Most people who are into one of them at least experiment with the other. You liked it last night when she was feeling submissive, didn’t you?”

  “Well, yeah. I guess so. But that’s different than the whole whips-and-chains thing, isn’t it? I don’t want to hurt her or anything.”

  Decker smiled at him. “You probably don’t need to worry too much about that. True, there are safety considerations, but you can easily learn the difference between sensation play and assault. I’m not at all surprised that Daphne wants to try it. It would satisfy her need for attention, empowerment, and public display. I would be disappointed in her if she wasn’t curious.”

  “What in the world does being tied up and beaten have to do with empowerment?”

  “A lot.” Decker sat down in the chair that Daphne had recently vacated. “For many people, allowing themselves to be used in ways that most people couldn’t handle makes them feel incredibly strong. Some of them transform pain into endorphins, but even the ones that don’t enjoy the pain for its own sake like to see how far they can go. It somehow really intensifies the connection between the participants. When they combine that with the knowledge they’re giving pleasure to their Dominant, it gives them an intense high known as subspace.”

  Finn shook his head. “I just don’t know if I can deal with this. Some of the things she comes up with are just crazy.”

  “She would be a lot for any one person to handle,” Decker agreed, giving him an odd look. “Let me ask you a personal question. Are the two of you sexually involved?”

  “No. We’ve toyed with the idea, and last year I thought we were going to—finally. But then she got all caught up with this politician. There’s always some celebri
ty or other that catches her attention. She’s had a pretty wild life. I didn’t want to just be her backup boyfriend between affairs.”

  “I can imagine. But did you ever think that maybe the affairs happened because she didn’t have a stable relationship?”

  Finn gave a bark of laughter before he could stop himself. “No, I can’t say that I’ve ever considered that angle. I don’t know if I could deal with trying to keep her happy and in line at the same time. I’ve been trying to settle for keeping her in line.”

  “Maybe if you concentrated on making her happy, she’d be easier to keep in line. She’s a beautiful girl and obviously very sensual. She needs an outlet, and she needs intensity.”

  Finn stared at him. “What do you mean?”

  “Well, think about last night. She was pretty happy curled up on the floor being petted, wasn’t she? And today you said she’s been easy to work with. You might want to think about the correlation.” Decker stood up and grabbed a handful of whatever was in the bowl.

  “But wouldn’t it affect our professional relationship if we got involved like that?”

  “No doubt. But from what I’ve seen of your professional relationship, that could only be a benefit.”

  Decker walked away, munching the mystery chips and humming. Finn watched him go, suddenly suspicious again. Decker had admitted that Daphne was beautiful. Well, of course she was. Anybody could see that. Did he want her? Was he trying to sabotage Finn’s chances by pushing him into something that was bound to be a disaster? Finn knew that he claimed to only want to help last night, and he’d been really starting to like Decker. But now he wondered if it was going to come down to Daphne choosing between them. He was old news. They’d been together for so long and were so familiar to each other that he couldn’t possibly win a contest like that. She’d fallen asleep with her head on Decker’s knee last night, not his. Of course someone new with “loads of experience” would be more attractive to her. He had that tragic past going for him, too. Women just ate that shit up, didn’t they? He was handsome, strong, naturally dominant. He probably made Finn look like a pathetic weakling.

  But Finn could make her a star. They were so close to succeeding. Her career was just about to take off, and he was the one that had accomplished that. Well, they had done it together, but she wouldn’t have made it without him. He went back to work with a renewed sense of purpose. He loved her, and he was going to take her to the top, even if she just dumped him later for some strutting Dominant. He knew that was unfair, but full of righteous indignation, he allowed his imagination to run wild.

  * * * *

  Daphne’s mind was racing all afternoon with fantasies about what a scene between the three of them might be like. Finn had a sweet, tender quality—when he wasn’t ragging her ass about partying too much—and Decker was totally stern and commanding. The energy among the three of them last night had excited her, got her thinking about the possibilities.

  When she came back after changing and getting her hair and makeup touched up, Finn was sitting where she’d left him, staring glumly at a bowl filled with chips.

  “What’s that?” Daphne asked, tossing one into her mouth.

  “God only knows. Didn’t you just brush your teeth?”

  “Oops, I forgot. Yes, Daddy,” Daphne gave him her best little-girl voice and a pretend guilty grimace before grabbing three more. “Ooh—they’re good, once they quit fighting with the toothpaste. Garlicky!”

  He seemed to be back into his disapproving parent mode, but Daphne was feeling too good to let it get to her. She planted herself directly in front of him, hands on her hips.

  “Cheer up. Things are going well today, and I won’t have you ruining it by getting all Eeyore on me.”

  Finn squinted at her face and then where her hands were resting. He looked like he was about to ask a question, but then he closed his mouth and smiled instead.

  “Nope. No Eeyore. Let’s get back to work.”

  The rest of the day was spectacular. Daphne could tell that Finn was a little nervous about their new relation to each other, but she was determined to show him that it could work. She deferred to him on almost every decision, and to her surprise, he listened more carefully to her ideas than he normally did. It was as if knowing that she would allow him the final say made him more open to her input. When he did shoot down an idea from her, he actually took the time to explain why, and she forced herself to listen without argument. In the end she had to admit that he had been right. She’d been so desperate to prove her own value she’d ignored his. It was a revelation.

  * * * *

  Decker was sitting on the back porch drinking lemonade and holding a book when the barn door burst open, and a laughing, chattering crowd emerged. Daphne was at the front of the group, the center of attention as always. He could feel the energy radiating off her as she crossed the backyard, bounced up the steps, and planted herself near his feet, a wide smile on her face.

  “Productive day?” He glanced between her and Finn, a couple of steps behind.

  “It was fantabulous!” Daphne turned her shining face to her manager, obviously expecting some praise for her efforts.

  “Yes, everything went great.” Finn nodded at Decker as he joined them on the porch, but there was an odd expression on his face. He only spared a glance for Daphne as he went past.

  “Would you like a drink?” Daphne offered, starting to get up. Finn waved a hand at her.

  “No, thanks. Stay there. I’m going to go wash up for dinner.”

  Daphne slumped back onto the deck, and her hand moved up to start winding pieces of her hair into tight spirals. She suddenly looked like a young, uncertain girl. Decker sighed. Why couldn’t these two ever be on the same page? “So tell me about this scene you want to do.”

  She seemed to make an effort to pull herself back into the happy mood she’d been in a moment before. Leaning forward, she put a hand on his knee, rested her chin on top of it, and grinned at him. “You’re the Dominant, aren’t you? Don’t you decide what we’re going to do?”

  “Oh, no. Of course I might have my preferences, but it would be stupid of me not to design a scene around your interests.”

  She looked puzzled. “But I thought—”

  He chuckled. “You thought Dominants dictated everything? No, babe. Well, yes and no. They should know how to do lots of different things, but if they paid no attention to what the submissive enjoyed, they wouldn’t have anybody to play with after a very short time. Being dominant doesn’t give anyone the right to be selfish or an asshole. It means you have to be responsible and make decisions that are good for everybody involved. Sometimes they are tough choices and people may not understand your reasons, but the good ones are always looking out for their people.”

  She considered that. “But what if I don’t know what I’m interested in?”

  He gave her a sly smile as he pulled a paper out of his pocket. “You’ll tell me what you’re not willing to try, then Finn and I get to have some fun.”

  Daphne took the sheet from him and began to look over the list he’d compiled of possible ways to play. As she read, her mouth opened in an expression of shock. “I have no idea what most of this shit is!”

  “Pick something and I’ll explain it.”

  She looked up with huge eyes and then frowned down at the paper. “Okay, let’s see. ‘Puppy play,’ ‘pony play,’ ‘wax play,’ ‘fisting,’ ‘fire play,’ ‘cupping,’ ‘electric play,’ ‘gas masks’—really?”

  Decker had to laugh at the expression on her face. “How about this? After dinner Finn, you, and I will sit down and go over the list and decide what things you might want to include. Then this weekend, if Finn is on board, we can go to The Keep and do a scene. Would you like that?”

  The crease between Daphne’s eyebrows disappeared. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  Chapter 12

  Dinner was over and the dishes cleared away when Decker, Finn, and Daphne sat down at the dining
room table, each with a copy of Decker’s list and a pen.

  “What I want you to do is read through the list, marking 1 for ‘Not in a million years,’ 3 for ‘Maybe at some time in the future but not this weekend,’ or 5 for ‘Hell, yes! What are we waiting for?’” Decker told them, smiling at their bemused expressions. “Or any number along that continuum. Finn, yours will be for doing the activity and, Daphne, yours for receiving it. If you don’t understand what something is, ask me and I’ll explain it, if I can. There are a few things I am not willing to do, but I seriously doubt they will come up in a discussion of your first scene.”

  Finn gave him a sardonic look. “Care to bet on that? It is Daphne we’re talking about here.”

  Daphne stuck out her tongue at him as Finn went on. “I want to know what ‘zippers’ are. I assume it’s not referring to clothing.”

  “No, it isn’t the normal meaning,” Decker agreed. “A ‘zipper’ is usually a string connected to a line of clothespins. They are attached to the skin at various places, then the string is yanked to remove them all at once. It’s a fairly intense feeling, but not one I would necessarily recommend for a first-time experience.”

  “Mm-hmm.” Finn hastily made a note.

  Daphne looked up. “What are ‘vampire gloves’? They sound cool.”

  “You might like that. They’re gloves, sometimes with fur, that have little spikes embedded into them. Very popular with people who like to be scratched.”

  “Wait, wait.” Finn was shaking his head. “Spikes? That sounds a lot more serious than simple scratching.”

  Decker shrugged. “They’re just little spikes, and like anything, it depends on how it’s used. Some people like being scratched until they bleed while others enjoy the sensation of a light scratching. Either way, it’s fun to have something that looks like it could draw blood, even if you don’t ever use it that way. It’s like knives. ‘Knife play’ usually only refers to drawing a dangerous-looking knife across the skin, maybe threatening the bottom with it, cutting off their clothes, or scraping off wax, but doesn’t usually involve breaking skin. That would be called ‘cutting’ or ‘blood play,’ depending on the intent. Cutting is often done for scarification purposes, while blood play is pretty much just that.”