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The Masters of Falcon's Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Cassidy Browning Page B
Authors: Cassidy Browning
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could take her someplace for a late breakfast before they went out for whatever treat she felt like.
He let her sleep until ten, taking the time to organize his paperwork and send the emails to the label people to let them know the video was back on track. Then, feeling energetic and optimistic, he knocked on her door.
When she didn’t answer, he knocked again and opened the door a crack. “Come on, sweetie, time to get up,” he called, careful to avoid looking into the room. Not that he hadn’t seen her naked a hundred times, but it was just polite.
The situation slowly dawned on him as he stood there, holding her door open a crack, calling her name softly. His head slumped for a moment, then he looked in the room briefly before slamming the door shut. He was a complete moron, happily making plans for the day when the woman he loved had just ridden off with a douchebag on a motorcycle.
* * * *
Decker parked in front of the impressive house and sat for a minute, looking around. He hadn’t been here in years, but he’d heard about how Allen Walker’s daughter had inherited the place from her father and turned it into a BDSM resort. He remembered the last time he’d seen Allen. It had been right after Allen’s slave Jane had sued him, claiming she’d been his business partner and should be awarded half of his business. She hadn’t won that case, but the effect was the same. She’d embezzled money from him, torn his household apart, and robbed him of his will to live. Not too long after that, Allen learned he had an aggressive form of pancreatic cancer. He’d succumbed to it at an alarming rate, almost as if he’d welcomed the opportunity to escape. Tragic, really, since Allen had been an extremely talented photographer. He’d been well known in the community for years, but was only just beginning to achieve real success when his life was cut short.
Decker had heard good things about his daughter Allie, and how she’d fought back when Jane had made a move to take over the house. Impressive for someone who’d just learned about the lifestyle her father had been involved with. Allie had not only embraced the local leather community and the world of BDSM and polyamory, but she was becoming known herself as a fetish model, of a sort. She lived with and modeled for Karl Masterson, her father’s assistant and protégé. There was also talk of a book coming out that featured erotic photos of her both a decade before, in her college years, as well as currently, showing “sensual development” over the intervening time.
Decker emerged from his car and put his suitcase on the front steps before spending a few minutes walking around the property, remembering the past. The house didn’t look substantially different, except for the fairly recent paint job on the barn. But there was a happier feel about it now, as if a cloud had been lifted. The huge yellow house had cheerful curtains blowing in the breeze, and the wraparound front porch sported deck chairs, a table , and a swing. It was in a wooded area set back from the road, where a new sign proclaimed Clifftop Fantasies. There was also a disclaimer about nudity that intrigued all of the local high school boys, according to his cousin Dave. Behind the house and barn, the ground dipped down, offering a vista of trees and, in the distance, the Pacific Ocean. The sounds of a guitar wafted out an open window, and the air smelled like baking bread and springtime.
As Decker came to the corner of the house, admiring the view, he heard voices coming from the back porch. He only hesitated a moment before continuing around and making himself visible.
There were four people ranged in chairs and on the steps. Decker knew immediately that the woman was Allie Walker. He had seen the pictures of her that Charlie Wayne had taken ten years before, and he felt his eyes going wide to see her now. She was even more beautiful than she’d been as a nineteen - year - old.
He let her sleep until ten, taking the time to organize his paperwork and send the emails to the label people to let them know the video was back on track. Then, feeling energetic and optimistic, he knocked on her door.
When she didn’t answer, he knocked again and opened the door a crack. “Come on, sweetie, time to get up,” he called, careful to avoid looking into the room. Not that he hadn’t seen her naked a hundred times, but it was just polite.
The situation slowly dawned on him as he stood there, holding her door open a crack, calling her name softly. His head slumped for a moment, then he looked in the room briefly before slamming the door shut. He was a complete moron, happily making plans for the day when the woman he loved had just ridden off with a douchebag on a motorcycle.
* * * *
Decker parked in front of the impressive house and sat for a minute, looking around. He hadn’t been here in years, but he’d heard about how Allen Walker’s daughter had inherited the place from her father and turned it into a BDSM resort. He remembered the last time he’d seen Allen. It had been right after Allen’s slave Jane had sued him, claiming she’d been his business partner and should be awarded half of his business. She hadn’t won that case, but the effect was the same. She’d embezzled money from him, torn his household apart, and robbed him of his will to live. Not too long after that, Allen learned he had an aggressive form of pancreatic cancer. He’d succumbed to it at an alarming rate, almost as if he’d welcomed the opportunity to escape. Tragic, really, since Allen had been an extremely talented photographer. He’d been well known in the community for years, but was only just beginning to achieve real success when his life was cut short.
Decker had heard good things about his daughter Allie, and how she’d fought back when Jane had made a move to take over the house. Impressive for someone who’d just learned about the lifestyle her father had been involved with. Allie had not only embraced the local leather community and the world of BDSM and polyamory, but she was becoming known herself as a fetish model, of a sort. She lived with and modeled for Karl Masterson, her father’s assistant and protégé. There was also talk of a book coming out that featured erotic photos of her both a decade before, in her college years, as well as currently, showing “sensual development” over the intervening time.
Decker emerged from his car and put his suitcase on the front steps before spending a few minutes walking around the property, remembering the past. The house didn’t look substantially different, except for the fairly recent paint job on the barn. But there was a happier feel about it now, as if a cloud had been lifted. The huge yellow house had cheerful curtains blowing in the breeze, and the wraparound front porch sported deck chairs, a table , and a swing. It was in a wooded area set back from the road, where a new sign proclaimed Clifftop Fantasies. There was also a disclaimer about nudity that intrigued all of the local high school boys, according to his cousin Dave. Behind the house and barn, the ground dipped down, offering a vista of trees and, in the distance, the Pacific Ocean. The sounds of a guitar wafted out an open window, and the air smelled like baking bread and springtime.
As Decker came to the corner of the house, admiring the view, he heard voices coming from the back porch. He only hesitated a moment before continuing around and making himself visible.
There were four people ranged in chairs and on the steps. Decker knew immediately that the woman was Allie Walker. He had seen the pictures of her that Charlie Wayne had taken ten years before, and he felt his eyes going wide to see her now. She was even more beautiful than she’d been as a nineteen - year - old.
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