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

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    “Thank you.” She looked into his eyes, willing him to realize that she wanted him as badly as he seemed to want her as she moved forward to take his arm. Leaning forward to kiss him, she deliberately rubbed a breast on his arm, but he turned his face so her lips only met his cheek. He cleared his throat.
    “You’re such a flirt, Daph.” He looked her up and down, obviously struggling not to show that he was interested in what he saw. “Don’t you think you should wear a coat or something?”
    And you’re such an alt a r boy. But we’ll see how long that lasts. “No.” It came out sharper than she had intended. She stalked past him and began to head downstairs, glancing around to see who might be there to appreciate her outfit.
    Jay and Billy were coming out of the kitchen, each with a stack of cookies in their hands. They barely glanced at her as they headed for the front door.
    “Where are you going?” she called after them, feeling the need for a little more male attention, even if it was only these two.
    “Movie,” Billy said around a mouthful of cookie. “Have fun at your club!”
    Then they were gone. Daphne frowned after them, resisting the urge to throw a shoe at someone—which, considering her stilettos, could be dangerous. She had suspected once that they were gay, but now she knew they simply weren’t interested in her. It seemed like no one was. Depressing.
    Finn caught up to her then, taking her elbow to help keep her balance. Sure, don’t let the meal ticket fall downstairs and break her neck, she thought angrily. She took a deep breath, calling up her defenses. So they didn’t want her , and Finn wouldn’t admit that he did. She’d show them all what they were missing. Her professional smile flashed on , and her back straightened, thrusting her tits forward as she strutted down the rest of the stairs like it was the red carpet. She allowed Finn to open the door for her and escort her out to the black BMW she’d bought for him when they’d first signed the recording contract. He’d refused it initially, only agreeing to drive it under the condition it stay in her name. She suspected he felt more comfortable in the role of her chauffeur and bodyguard than her escort. But it didn’t matter right now.
    They rode in silence, and Daphne used the time to force herself back into a cheerful and self-confident mood. Maybe she’d meet a tall, handsome , super-rich Dom at the club, she thought. With a helicopter. Although someone like that might object to her touring, and she wasn’t about to give up her career for any man. At least, not until she was too old to perform or nobody wanted to see her anymore. She refused to allow her mind to go there. At least Finn understood her passion, even if he did lock his own away.
    She glanced at him surreptitiously. He was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and frowning. Worried that she’d do something to embarrass him, no doubt. The thought gave her a perverse desire to do exactly that, even though she knew it could mean losing him. Part of her wanted to see how far she could push him, but she worried that boundary had gotten too close over the last month.
    “This is a BDSM club?” They’d pulled into a parking lot on the outskirts of town, in the warehouse district. Daphne looked around in trepidation as she stepped out of the car. Momentarily, she wished she’d followed Finn’s advice and brought a coat instead of the flimsy lace shawl. She felt horribly exposed and vulnerable as they walked together toward the door, only relaxing when it opened to reveal Karl, Allie , and Brad waiting for them just inside. Karl’s eyebrows rose a little at her outfit , but he gave her a reassuring smile, shook Finn’s hand , and introduced them to sky. She was an older woman with bright - purple hair, a friendly smile , and a stack of paperwork. If it hadn’t been for the colored hair and her skintight latex dress, she would have looked more