The Masters of Falcon's Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Cassidy Browning Page A

aspects. There are also lots of people who enjoy sensation play, just like there are people who enjoy skydiving, or bull riding, or driving really fast. Not all of the ones that do sensation play also practice D/s, although there is a significant amount of crossover between the two groups. I suspect it’s because play fits very well into the D/s dynamic, for several reasons. One of those reasons is that it’s just so damn cool to take your submissive to the public dungeon, get her undressed , and have some fun. Even people who do it casually tend to experiment with the dominant and submissive roles while they’re playing. The two aspects fit together well, even if you’re primarily interested in only one of them.”
    Daphne nodded, her eyebrows drawing together as she considered his explanation. “So the D/s thing—that’s what you said you were primarily into? Doesn’t it just turn into a job after a while?”
    “It certainly can, just like a great marriage can turn into drudgery,” Decker said. “It’s a matter of intentionally keeping the intensity and the connection alive. It takes work and practice, just like anything worthwhile. But if you are working toward a common goal, it can be extremely rewarding.”
    “A common goal,” Daphne murmured, lying back into the grass and staring straight up.
    They lapsed into silence, enjoying the afternoon summer sun. Gradually Decker became aware that his shoulders were relaxing, his breathing was becoming deeper , and he wasn’t glancing nervously around, even though there was a good chance that somewhere a scruffy would-be biker musician was plotting revenge for a bloody nose.
    Daphne raised her arms and stretched herself like a cat, sighing. She almost seemed to be flirting, but Decker suspected she had a naturally sensual way of moving. That was no doubt part of her appeal as a singer and dancer. He imagined her stretching out like that, naked on a bed, watching him as he tied her to it. She would be spread-eagled, ready for his pleasure, ready for whatever he decided to do to her. Her face was flushed slightly, and he wondered if she were thinking about the same thing. It was impossible, he knew, but then she sighed again, her eyes closed, and he felt his cock twitch and harden inside his sweats.

Chapter 7
     
    Finn was sitting on the front porch swing when Blaze came storming out of the house, a hand over his nose. He almost called out to ask what the problem was, but then he relaxed back again, deciding the other man wasn’t worth the energy and he really didn’t care anyway. Finn might be Daphne’s manager, but that didn’t mean he was the babysitter for her band members and henchmen. Besides, Blaze obviously hated him for reining in Daphne’s wild-girl tendencies. He wouldn’t appreciate any offer of help, especially if someone had punched him in the nose, which the blood seeping from between his fingers indicated might be the case. Finn smiled to himself and went back to his book, paying no attention when Blaze’s motorcycle exploded into life and screamed off down the driveway.
    But it was impossible to concentrate on reading. Images of Daphne floated before him. Did Daphne give Blaze his injury? If so, why? And more importantly, had she been hurt in the process?
    It was no use trying to relax anymore. He had to go find her. Reluctantly he went inside, listening for the clamor that usually gave away Daphne’s location.
    He heard nothing, so he wandered through the house, marveling at how peaceful it seemed. He almost didn’t go into the kitchen, knowing that Daphne tried to avoid eating in order to keep her perfect figure. Not that she would need to worry about that if she would just apply herself to her work more often. He pushed the thought from his mind and went through the kitchen and out the back door.
    Daphne was lying on the grass, Decker sprawled on the stairs nearby. Neither of them were speaking, and Finn had a moment of panic, wondering