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

if Daphne were hurt. Even in her sleep she was never this calm and quiet. He resisted the urge to race down to her and check for a pulse. Instead he allowed the screen door to slam behind him, feeling relieved when they both jumped and turned in his direction. At least she was alive. He hadn’t been completely sure.
    He nodded to Decker. “We missed you at lunch.”
    “Yes, and why weren’t you in church this morning, young man?” Daphne sat up, pointing a finger playfully.
    Decker cocked an eyebrow at her, receiving a giggle in return, and got up, rubbing his stomach. “That reminds me, I’m starving. What time is dinner around here?”
    “Usually around seven or eight . I’ll go get you a snack.” Daphne jumped to her feet, running up the steps and stopping next to Finn. “Ask Decker about his encounter with Blaze.” Then she trotted inside, humming.
    Finn watched her go in amazement. “I’ve never seen her so—wow, I don’t even know how to describe it. Calm? Human? What did you do to tame her?”
    “Tame her?” Decker chuckled.
    “And what did she mean about your encounter with Blaze?” Finn looked him over, as if expecting to see a knife sticking out of him somewhere.
    “I just persuaded him to be a little nicer to ladies.”
    A noise came out of Finn that might have expressed surprise, incredulity, or maybe an obstruction of an air passage.
    “And by ‘ladies,’ you’re referring to Daphne?”
    Decker turned an austere look on him. “She may be difficult to manage, I gather, but that doesn’t mean that she’s not—”
    Daphne came back on the porch then, with two beers, a large bag of chips , and a plastic tub of something white and thick. “I think that’s ranch dip,” she announced, whirling around and heading back inside. They heard her call, “Brad! Can I talk to you?” as the door slammed.
    Decker tore into the bag and dipped a chip into the white goo. He popped it into his mouth, smiling when he saw Finn watching him with what looked like cautious optimism.
    “Well?” Finn sounded breathless, as if Decker had just thrown himself on a grenade.
    Decker tilted his head to the side and smiled. “Mmm. Not bad. I’m not sure it was actually meant to be a dip, but it’s certainly interesting. Try some.” He held the bag out , and Finn took a chip, gingerly touching it to the substance in the tub. He waited a second before putting it in his mouth to see if Decker was going to break down and admit he’d been joking.
    “So anyway,” Finn said after he’d swallowed, relieved that it hadn’t proved fatal. “How do you get her to act like that? She was lying at your feet when I came out, for God’s sake!”
    “It’s just a matter of being firm and confident. She seemed to react pretty well to it.”
    “Man, you have got to teach me how you do that!”
    “She was asking questions about D/s,” Decker said. “I think it’s just a matter of establishing a hierarchy with her.”
    “You mean the kink stuff? I’m sure she is interested in that, but I don’t see what S&M has to do with getting her to focus on her career.”
    “It has a lot to do with it,” Decker said, taking another handful of chips. He seemed to be enjoying Finn’s reaction to watching him eat something unidentifiable. “For one thing, D/s isn’t the same thing as S&M, or not completely. The domination and submission dynamic, and especially when it’s taken to the level of Master/slave, is all about personal responsibility. Submitting to someone takes a level of maturity and the willingness to be accountable for your actions and your choices.”
    “I don’t see the connection. She isn’t that mature or willing to be accountable. When we were at the club—” Finn broke off, shaking his head, searching for a way to describe his impressions.
    “You saw people allowing themselves to be treated in ways that most people would not, didn’t you?”
    “Yes.”
    “Well, those people had accepted the