Clifftop Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (22 page)

A few minutes later, Allie opened the kitchen door and paused in the entry, arranging herself in what she desperately hoped was a sexy pose. The men were chatting as they did the dishes, their backs toward her. Karl, who was turning to hang a frying pan above the stove, noticed her first and stopped in midsentence. Brad was alerted by his sudden silence and twisted his head to look. There was utter stillness in the room as they took in the sight of Allie displaying her new sheer black teddy, a shy and slightly self-deprecating smile on her face.

Feeling the need to instigate some kind of movement, any movement, Allie reached up to smooth her hand down her front, forcing herself to trail it over her mostly visible breasts, across her stomach, and onto her bare thighs. It was embarrassing but hugely erotic to be standing half-naked, being stared at by two men. She looked from one to the other, trying to gauge their expressions. She couldn’t be sure, but they both seemed to be paying rapt attention, and neither seemed disgusted or offended. She summoned all of her courage and sashayed into the room, brushing a hand across Brad’s back as she passed him and continuing until she stood in front of Karl. She took the frying pan from his hands and set it on the stove, not breaking eye contact. He stared at her, seemingly mesmerized, as she knelt in front of him and asked softly, “Are you ready, Sir?”

“Uh, yes. I mean, yes, I am. Thank you.” He sounded surprised but quickly remembered himself and held out his hand to help Allie to her feet.

Taking Karl’s hand and standing, Allie turned to Brad. “Come along, liege,” she said, feeling a little silly at the formality.

This is going to take a bit of getting used to, she thought as they walked in a small procession to the stairway. But Karl had suggested they find a name for Brad that would help him transition into the mindset he would need for his role as Allie’s submissive. They had spent hours talking about it and discussing their relation to each other. Brad had suggested
liege
as his new name, explaining that it referred to the servant of a feudal lord. He had seemed to view it almost as a dungeons-and-dragons kind of arrangement, where Allie would be his queen, he would be her liege man, and Karl was a kind of overlord. That had surprised Allie since she had never known him to be interested in role-playing games before. But it certainly had helped to change the energy, she thought. Looking at it that way might make it less threatening, easier to deal with. It might keep him from feeling as if he was doing something that would permanently change their lives. It might, and she hoped it would, but there was no denying that there was an intimidating aspect about trying something this unconventional. Maybe the role-playing thing wasn’t a bad idea after all.

Chapter 19

When they were all in the bedroom, Allie turned to liege and pointed to the floor in front of her. Then she reached over to the bed and picked up the collar sitting on it. Running the round, steel-gray chain through her fingers, she thought about the providence that had her buy it at the Renaissance Faire last summer. She had never given chain-mail jewelry a second thought before, but for some reason she had been drawn to this piece, even though it was much more masculine than the jewelry she normally wore. She had stuck it into a drawer and forgotten about it until last night during the discussion about Brad’s submissive name. When he had suggested liege, she knew immediately it was his collar.

“What may I do for you, my lady?” He was kneeling in the position that Karl had showed him last night, one knee bent, an arm resting on it, the other arm down at his side. His head was bowed. Allie hadn’t been sure how she would feel about seeing him like that, but she knew now that it was right for both of them, the perfect place to be. Karl was standing beside the door, watching and waiting to take command of her, and she was in turn taking command of her own submissive. It occurred to her that this should seem completely odd and foreign, but at the same time, it felt like finding something she’d been searching for all her life. This was where she belonged, even though two weeks ago she would have been horrified at the idea. She smiled, touching liege’s head to make him look up.

“liege, I would like to place this collar on you for the duration of our scene. It is a symbol of my commitment to you as your dominant, that I will honor our negotiations and act in a manner to bring fulfillment to us both. Do you consent to wear my collar?”

Karl had explained the importance of ritual and formality in both BDSM and power exchange, and it had seemed like the right way to word it, but she still felt like an idiot. Brad didn’t seem to find it ridiculous, though. He was responding to the role-playing aspects as if it fulfilled some secret fantasy of his own. Odd, she thought.
I wouldn’t have guessed that was part of his personality.

“Yes, my lady,” he answered solemnly, holding his head up so she could fasten the piece around his neck. “I accept your collar. I vow to wear it with pride as a symbol of service to you.”

Allie clasped the steel chain with shaking fingers, barely aware that Karl was coming around to stand behind her. When she straightened, however, his presence at her back almost overwhelmed her. It was as if there was an increased warmth and denseness to the air in the room. She was surrounded by two men, both strong and capable and committed to working with her to build a profitable and worthwhile business and life.

Karl put his hands on her hips and moved closer, pulling her to him and holding her tightly for a moment. Allie closed her eyes, momentarily lost in his nearness, as his lips softly brushed her earlobe. Shivering with longing for more of his touch, she almost missed his softly spoken question. “Allie, do you remember what we were going to do?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” She gave herself a quick mental shake. It wasn’t time yet. She had obligations to Brad—no, liege—before she could surrender herself to Karl completely. She pulled herself back into the scene they were creating. “I mean yes, Sir. Shall we begin?”

Sliding her hand along the side of liege’s face, she allowed her fingers to trace the contour of his ear as they made their way to the back of his head. With firm pressure she closed her fingers, trapping a handful of his dark, silky hair and forcing his head back. She bent forward to place a sizzling kiss on his lips, intensely aware of Karl’s presence. One of his hands still gripped her, holding her tightly to him, while the other gently caressed her back under the teddy, sending tingles over her skin that went straight to her pussy. Her kisses intensified, and liege responded, their tongues brushing back and forth. Allie couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so erotic, so sensual and powerful at the same time. After a minute, Karl tapped her back, and she pulled away, standing upright and leaning into him slightly to regain her balance and composure.

liege waited silently until she focused on him and commanded, “Undress and lie face up on the bed.”

He immediately stood and after a quick, hesitant glance at Karl, removed his clothing without a word. His face was blank, as if he was in a fog, but he lay down as she had instructed, blinking at her as if he couldn’t quite remember who she was or what they were doing.

Allie turned to Karl and said, “What now, Sir?”

Silently Karl bent and retrieved two pieces of rope from a cloth drawstring bag he had collected on the way up. He handed one to her and took the other to the far side of the bed. Motioning for her to follow his lead, he began to secure liege’s arm to the headboard while Allie copied his actions on the other side. Then they repeated the process with his legs until he was four pointed to the bed frame.

liege cleared his throat and murmured, “Ma’am, what are you going to do?”

“I am going to do what we negotiated. I am going to learn, with Karl’s help, to perform some of the CBT that you found so fascinating on Jane’s website.” She gave him a mischievous smile and a pat before going to join Karl, who was holding out another bag to her.

Allie put her hand in and took out a black velvet blindfold. She dangled it in front of liege’s face before placing it on the bed next to him. “Not just yet, I think. No, you should be allowed to see the toys I’m going to try out tonight. It’ll increase the anticipation before I heighten your senses with the blindfold.”

With deliberate slow and exaggerated movements, Allie reached in again and pulled out a thin length of black silken cording. She ran it leisurely and suggestively over his chest before dropping it next to the blindfold, then pulled out ten wooden clothespins. These she pretended to examine carefully, opening and closing each one with methodical care in front of his eyes before laying them in a neat row on the nightstand. Finally she extracted and dramatically brandished a small crop made of bright pink leather, which she playfully tapped on his thigh right next to his twitching manhood.

Tossing aside the empty bag, Allie leaned forward, running her fingernails over liege’s stomach and chest, and purred into his ear. “So, liege, what do you think? Should we have some fun?”

“If you think so,” he answered somewhat nervously, trying to twist his head to get a better look at the items lying next to him. Karl’s head turned in surprise at his tone, and he raised his eyebrows at Allie. She took a split second to consider her options.

SMACK! The sound rang in the room and was followed instantly by a yelp of surprise from Brad. Looking at the reddening mark on his right thigh where she had just landed the crop, Allie smiled and turned back to liege. “Is that how we agreed you would address me?”

“No, Ma’am. As you will, Ma’am,” he amended defensively. His brow furrowed in an angry frown.

SMACK! The sound rang a second time as she once more applied the crop. Looking with approval at the growing red mark on his leg, she once more spoke in a velvety tone. “That doesn’t sound like what we negotiated either.”

“No, Ma’am. I mean yes, Ma’am. Whatever you desire, my lady,” he gasped in the sudden silence. They stared at one another, and Allie wondered in a momentary panic if she’d gone too far. But then he seemed to reconsider his position, and his face relaxed. “Sorry,” he whispered.

“That’s better.” Allie was surprised to hear a lilt of excitement coloring her voice and realized that she was actually starting to have fun. “Now let’s get on with the show.”

Reaching down, she fitted the blindfold over Brad’s eyes, adjusting it to ensure he could see nothing. Then she turned to Karl to wait for his instructions.

“If you intend to start with the cock bondage, you’d best give him a helping hand to set the proper mood, don’t you think?” Karl asked, gesturing toward the limp form on the bed.

Having crawled across the bound leg closest to her, Allie settled onto her knees so she could lean forward easily without falling over. Then, carefully not touching him, she began to breathe ever so slightly on the head of his dick. As expected, it took only seconds to see the results she had hoped for, and the stiffening evidence made her smile broadly. Receiving an approving nod from Karl, she reached out and wrapped the fingers of one hand around his now-hard cock. Using deliberate motions and a soft touch, she began stroking him until he was gasping and thrusting his hips in her direction.

Suddenly and without warning, she stopped and removed her fingers, drawing a moan of frustration from him.

“Why did you stop? I was almost there,” he whined.

SMACK! A third time the crop struck without warning, but this time on the opposite thigh of the first two.

“Exactly, my dear. I did not give you permission to come yet, did I? That was the agreement, remember? That you wouldn’t release until you had asked and gained my permission. ‘Orgasm control’ was the term, I believe.” She giggled maliciously.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he sighed, after a moment’s hesitation.

Glancing to the side as a movement caught her eye, she saw Karl holding the thin cording out to her. She took it, asking, “How do I do this?”

He sat down on the side of the bed and reached out to gently stroke her back through the sheer material. “Any way that feels good. Just don’t wrap it too tightly this first time until we get more formalized instruction under your belt.”

Nodding, Allie again began to stroke the slightly wilting shaft until it was once more firm and rigid. Then with a playful giggle she began winding the cording first around the base of his cock and then incorporating a few turns around his balls until they bulged slightly away from his body. Seeing him squirm as she manipulated his engorged bits, she leaned down and swiped her tongue across the spongy roundness of the head, earning a satisfied moan. Tasting the pre-cum on her lips, Allie thought about all the times she’d heard Brad’s mother whisper about the kind of girls that would do things like this. It suddenly seemed like an absurd thing to worry about. Why should she care what other people thought? By embracing her sexuality, she was free to fully enjoy giving head without those kinds of outdated, pointless concerns. She hadn’t completely realized before exactly how much she loved the feel of a stiff dick in her mouth.

She sat up and surveyed her work. From the state of his penis, Brad didn’t seem to be bothered by distracting thoughts either. She reached over and grabbed several of the wooden clothespins, again opening and closing them with a thoughtful look. Turning to Karl, she asked, “These won’t really hurt him, will they?”

“As with anything, it’s all in how responsibly you use your toys,” he answered gravely. Then he took one from her and snapped it. “You will notice that I have already loosened the springs in these. That way they won’t grip very hard until you know whether they are something you both enjoy. Besides, as we discussed earlier, I would just use them in the less sensitive areas this first time.”