The Masters of Falcon's Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF Page A

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    “Oh, goodie. Water,” Blaze said, his lip curling in a sneer.
    “Why don’t you give it a try? It probably won’t kill you.” Finn took a sideways glance at Daphne. “You drink too much, anyway.”
    “ Jawohl, mein Führer, ” Blaze said with a snap of his heels and a raised hand. Then he took his seat and morosely picked up the drink. “At least it’s not poisoned Kool-Aid.”
    Karl seemed to deliberately ignore their interaction. “Actually, tonight they’re having a gateway night with an informational class before the dungeon opens.” Allie glared at him as if she was considering stabbing him with her carving knife.
    “If you don’t mind us tagging along,” Finn began with a worried look at Allie.
    “Of course not.” Karl slapped Allie’s ass as he took the knife from her and began dishing up the food.
    Finn nodded and met Daphne’s eyes again. “Okay, then. If you seriously want to go, I’ll take you.” Daphne bounced excitedly in his lap, feeling a growing lump there that made her smile. She planted a kiss on his cheek and took the chair next to him, leaning over to kiss Blaze on the lips.
    “Tomorrow we’ll go for a ride, sweetheart.”
    He glowered. “The offer may not be good tomorrow.”
    “Well, I guess I’ll just have to take my chances.” She gave him a cheerful pat on the head, then kissed Finn again, letting her hand trail down his chest. “You’re such a sweetie.”
    From the corner of her eye she watched Finn discreetly adjust himself. She took a plate from Karl with a thoughtful smile. It seemed to be a pork roast with some kind of sweet glaze. She sniffed. Mango, maybe? There was a rice mixture on the side and some dark - green leafy stuff. She picked up her fork and poked at it.
    “It’s kale.” There was a defensive note in Allie’s voice, as if she expected someone to argue with her about it. Daphne suddenly found that she was starving. She speared a huge green leaf and stuffed it into her mouth. To her astonishment, it was delicious. There seemed to be some of the mango glaze on it, too.
    “Yum!” Daphne swallowed and smiled broadly at Allie, reaching for her water glass. “That’s really good.”
    Allie seemed to be at a loss. She finally said, “Thanks,” although she still sounded as if she suspected there was a hidden insult somewhere in Daphne’s statement. She swiveled and retreated into the kitchen.
    Daphne turned her smile back to Finn. For having worked so hard today, she felt great. And hungry. “You really want to go?”
    “Sure, I’ll take you.” Wonderful. She had just convinced him to go to a sex club with her , and he was pretending it was some kind of work assignment. She would get his attention tonight, though. Even if that meant stripping in the middle of the club. She had to. If she didn’t get some action soon she was positively going to die, and she wasn’t interested in Blaze’s ideas on that.
    When he knocked at eight, she was ready. She hastily arranged herself on the bed as she called out for him to come in. He opened the door and stood there, his face going through a varying mix of surprise, admiration , and what she hoped was lust before settling back into its normal, carefully controlled expression.
    “Wow. You look spectacular.”
    She glanced at the sudden bulge in his pants and then down at her lace bodysuit. Underneath was nothing but the tiniest of thongs, in a light - tan color that forced you to look twice before you were sure it was actually there. A black shawl was thrown over her shoulders, and she slid it forward slowly as she stood up, allowing it to drape over the front of her body. Her backside was completely visible through the bodysuit, so she turned to give him the full view, bending over to pick up a tiny black sequined evening bag from the floor and peeking back in time to see him hide an obvious reaction to her efforts. As she stood, she stepped into the six-inch heels that were waiting next to the