Clifftop Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (38 page)

Then she felt liege begin to pulse inside her and knew he was coming. It was followed almost immediately by an answering pulse as Karl’s release hit him as well. The feeling of being filled front and back simultaneously was unbelievable, sparking yet another surge of the wave that had engulfed her.

“That’s my girl,” Karl crooned, stroking her side and back and slowing his movements to allow her to revel in her release. He waited for her orgasm to subside then eased himself out of her, allowing her to collapse on top of liege.

“This is probably the most intimate thing the three of us can possibly do together,” Karl said, sinking to the floor next to the collapsed pair on the couch. “Thank you for sharing it with me. You did very well, liege. I think we are going to have a lot of fun together.”

Surprising himself, liege leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on their master’s lips before dropping back into the sofa. He immediately began to look embarrassed and mumbled, “Sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“There is absolutely nothing to apologize for, liege.” Karl replied, although he looked almost as surprised as liege had. Chuckling, he went on. “You two may be the death of me yet, but what a way to go. I don’t think I have ever seen a more beautiful sight than the pair of you fucking. Thank you for sharing your lives and your love with me.”

Chapter 32

A large stack of covered pictures at the bottom of the staircase greeted Allie on Sunday morning when she came down to make breakfast. As she was contemplating them warily, she heard the screen door slam and Karl’s cheerful whistling. He came through the kitchen a moment later carrying a large, framed canvas covered partially by a sheet.

“What the—” Allie began, but he shook his head.

“After breakfast,” he instructed. “Now please come and give me my morning greeting.”

Allie waited until he had leaned what was obviously a painting against the wall and then knelt down in front of him. Her head came to just about his waist, which was a nice height for nuzzling, she decided, rubbing her face against his lower abdomen.

He groaned, winding his hand through her hair until her scalp was pulled tight. “Good morning, pet.”

“Mmm. Good morning, Sir. What would you like for breakfast?” Allie murmured as he let go of her hair and a rush of endorphins flooded her system. She dropped her head forward so that her nose rubbed against his jeans where she could see the bulge of his penis. It twitched satisfyingly under her touch.

“I don’t know, but if you don’t stop that, we won’t have time for food,” he rumbled, holding his hands down to help her to her feet.

“I guess we can eat, if you insist,” she said, pouting playfully and leaning into him for a kiss. He had just gotten out of her bed half an hour before, but she was warm with the sense of connection and the memory of sex.

“You know, I think you have too many clothes on,” he observed, smiling as his eyes raked up and down her. “If you’re going to be doing nude photography, I suggest that you get used to it.”

“You want me to cook naked?” Allie pretended indignant shock, but her whole body was tingling with the idea. It did seem like a good day for some nudity, she thought.

“All right, you may wear an apron,” Karl said, slapping her on the ass as he turned her toward the kitchen. “Now go and make me breakfast, woman!”

Allie giggled as she obediently scuttled into the kitchen and began pulling her clothes off. She tossed them at him through the doorway, laughing and jumping back out of sight as he turned around. He was unwrapping the smaller pictures and turning them against the wall, but the big one remained covered.

Brad came down ten minutes later. His eyebrows went up when Allie came out to give him a kiss, dressed only in her “Kiss the Cook” apron.

“Nice outfit,” he commented, putting his arms around her to squeeze her bottom.

“Breakfast is almost ready,” she announced. “What are we doing with the pictures?”

“You’ll see afterwards,” Karl said, shooing her back. “Now go away. I want to confer with Brad.”

Karl wouldn’t allow her to wear the apron while they ate. It was an odd experience, both erotic and embarrassing, to have breakfast naked with two fully clothed men. Allie wondered if nudity was something she would ever get entirely comfortable with. Maybe the element of strangeness would always keep it exciting, she thought, wiping a bit of egg from her breast. Both of the men, she noticed, were completely focused on her as she did it, which made her feel powerful and a little giddy.

After the dishes had been done, Karl led them into the living room, where Allie noticed that all of the pictures had been taken down.

“We’re going to do some redecorating,” he said, retrieving one of the pictures from the hallway. Allie saw that it was the picture of her reclining on a fur rug that he had shown her before. Instinctively she put a hand on her stomach.

Karl frowned at her. “We have got to get rid of those silly insecurities of yours,” he said sternly, holding the picture up against the wall. “Now, we’re only going to put a few of these in here. The rest of these, along with Allen’s nudes, can go on the staircase and upstairs. We need to save some space for the new pictures that Charlie will be taking, and I have a bit of a surprise as well. Brad, can you help me bring in the big one, please?”

Allie waited while they settled the large canvas against the wall near the fireplace. She was already wondering how comfortable she’d be entertaining in this room, with naked pictures of herself on the walls, but she had a sneaking suspicion that what Karl was about to unveil would be worse than all of the others put together.

He stood looking at the shrouded form for a moment, while Brad went over to stand next to Allie. Something big was obviously about to happen, and Karl’s face, when he finally turned toward them, seemed a little disconcerted, almost embarrassed.

“I used to paint a lot,” he told them, and Allie suddenly realized that she didn’t know if any of the pictures that had been hanging in the house before were his. She’d never asked.

“In fact, I was just starting to give painting lessons when the household collapsed. I gave it up in the chaos of losing the business and Allen’s illness.” His face went somber for a minute as he gazed into the past. Then he glanced at the picture and went on. “But when you came and we started working together on remodeling the house, I got interested in it again. I’ve been working on this piece for the last six months, although I had no idea if and how I could ever show it to you or anyone else. But I think you’ll accept it now, and I would be very honored to hang it here in this room if you think it’s good enough.”

Allie had opened her mouth to say that she was positive it would be wonderful when he reached over and flipped the sheet off. A gasp escaped her instead of the words she’d been about to say.

The picture was an almost identical replica of the photograph on the floor next to it. There was the same background lighting, the same fur rug, and a figure lay on it in the same pose as Allie herself had done almost a decade before. But the face was not the young Allie. It was Allie as she looked now, ten years later. Her face was a little fuller, and it had less innocence, with an expression that somehow showed more wisdom than before. The angles of her body were blunter, but there was a soft, velvety look to her skin that seemed more inviting. Where the earlier picture suggested a contemplation of newfound sensuality, the later one spoke of a mature self-knowledge and experience.

Brad drew in a breath and murmured, “That’s incredible.”

Allie stood in shock, staring. Then her eyes met Karl’s, and she groped for something to say. The first thing that came to mind was an idiotic, “Where did you learn to paint like that?” But that wouldn’t make any sense, she knew. Technique could be taught, but this was something more than just a matter of practice.

“You have an amazing talent,” she finally managed.

“Thank you,” he said simply, looking back at the picture.

“But where—I mean, I didn’t pose for that,” she stammered, her eyes glued on it. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Brad turn with a startled expression.

There was a smile in Karl’s voice as he answered. “No, you didn’t. I hadn’t even seen you naked when I did most of it. I took Charlie’s photo from before, obviously, and put you in the way I envisioned you to look now. After having had the chance to see what I was just imagining before, I think I did a pretty good job with that. Should we put it here, above the fireplace? Is it good enough?”

Karl and Brad exchanged a look. Brad nodded. “It’s definitely good enough. I’d be proud to have it hanging in my living room. You know,” he added thoughtfully, “I always thought I would hate it if other men saw my girlfriend naked. It used to seem like it would be a violation of my rights or something. But I’m starting to see how limiting that is. There’s nothing wrong with you showing your body.” He put an arm around Allie’s shoulder. “I think I actually like the idea of having everyone who comes in here see the pictures. Then they’ll know how gorgeous you really are.”

Karl gave him a mischievous smile. “What about the ones I took of both of you? Should we hang those, too?”

Brad’s jaw dropped, and his face turned bright red. Allie and Karl burst out laughing.

“I don’t think we’re quite ready for
that
level of exposure,” Allie said, patting her boy on the shoulder. “But I agree that the painting is exquisite and should definitely hang here. The fact that it’s so beautiful on its own merits will help me get used to seeing myself naked on a daily basis.”

“You know, pet, I’m very proud of you.” Karl put a hand around her waist so that she was sandwiched tightly between both of her men. She felt the roughness of their jeans on her bare thighs and their hands caressing her shoulders and back. It was a safe place to be, she thought.

Karl went on. “You have come a long way. From the little girl who was terrified to have anyone know she’d posed for erotic pictures to the woman who, whether you’re being dominant or submissive, will be the heart and soul of this household and this company. You’ve had a lot of challenges in the last couple of weeks, and you’ve risen to them all gracefully. You will be a leader of the BDSM community in no time—even though you’d never heard the expression a month ago—and a tribute to your father’s memory.”

He and Brad spent the next half hour hanging pictures. When they were done, Allie had opened a bottle of champagne, though it wasn’t even lunchtime yet, and poured them each a glass. She spread out a soft, furry rug in the middle of the room, and they arranged themselves on it to admire the room’s new look. Karl and Brad sat upright, leaning against the couch, while Allie draped herself across them, her head in Karl’s lap and her legs in Brad’s. Karl was pulling and caressing her hair as Brad massaged her feet.

“This is the safest place in the world, in our clifftop hideaway,” Allie sighed contentedly. Karl handed her a glass of champagne and held up his own.

“To partnership,” he said.

Brad nodded. “Hear, hear. To new fantasies by the sea.”

Allie clinked glasses with both of them. “That’s it! It’s the perfect name—Clifftop Fantasies. To life, love, and…leather!”

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Cassidy Browning lives in Colorado as a part of a triad with her Master and her partner. She adores her über submissive Great Dane, daisy, and is an active member in the BDSM and polyamorous communities. The family can be found selling their chainmail jewelry and presenting at national Master/slave events around the country. They dream of the day they can have their own Clifftop Fantasy.

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

Chapter 1