Read Online Clifftop Fantasies [BDSM Menage Fantasies] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Cassidy Browning - Free Book Online

image, and she actually started to wonder if she could do something like that. He had been her father’s assistant—Oh, God. That must mean he had seen the pictures, too. Allie froze in mortification. Karl had seen her naked pictures? The blood rushed to her face even though no one else was there. Her legs went wobbly, and she barely made it to a chair before collapsing. She had to ask him. She would die of embarrassment, but she had to ask.
    Then another thought hit her. They kept talking about her father’s collection, and she had assumed that meant the pictures he had taken. But what if the collection had other pictures in it, too? What if—she could barely force herself to think of the awful possibility—what if her pictures were in that collection?
    She thought she might throw up. Karl kept insisting that no one could see the pictures until she was ready to deal with them. That could mean—
    She forced herself to finish the dishes and tidy up the kitchen, but her mind spun around and around, trying to come up with ways to get Charlie to give up and leave her alone. She doubted that Karl would help her. He seemed to want her to hang the damn things up around the house. But Jane might. She had seemed to understand Allie’s position. Maybe Jane would help her come up with a plan to make Charlie go away.
    She collected her supplies and went back up to the third floor to finish the room she’d been interrupted in yesterday. She worked for a little while, but her heart wasn’t in it. She had an almost overwhelming but very perplexing urge to go find Karl and ask what she should do. She was almost positive that she wouldn’t like his advice, and more importantly, she knew she couldn’t face him. She blushed whenever she considered the possibility that he had naked pictures of her and could look at them whenever he wanted to. The blush was partly horrified embarrassment but also partly arousal. She wondered if he ever thought of her when he was alone at night, masturbating in bed. Would he strip down and roughly pump his cock while moaning her name, maybe even…
    The sound of the lawn mower starting up caught her attention, and she went to look out the window. Karl was out there, as she’d known he would be. His shirt was off, and she could see his broad back as he cut a large path through the grass between the house and the barn. She let her mind begin to wander and within seconds had completely undressed him in her mind. She could see the sun glinting off the pert globes of his masculine ass. Each cheek just begged to be caressed by her hand.
    Allie leaned against the window sill, watching him. She knew she should have been ashamed of herself for her lustful thoughts. She should be more mature than that. Anyone would think she was a teenager with a crush. But she couldn’t seem to make herself leave the window. His voice came back to her, the deep one that he’d used to tell her to sit down. It had been so masterful, so commanding. She imagined it telling her to kneel in front of him and she felt her panties getting damp.
    That was just stupid. She was a feminist who didn’t believe in the necessity of obeying men. Women were free now to make their own choices. They didn’t need to be helpless and subservient.
    But still, there was something incredibly erotic about the image, and Allie found that her hand had a mind of its own. Lost in submissive fantasies, she leaned against the window and began lightly caressing her left breast as she watched Karl, his skin beginning to glisten in the sunlight. Her touch was tentative and on top of her blouse at first, but quickly and without conscious thought she found herself fumbling with the buttons. Soon she had pulled the bra cup to the side and was pinching and tugging on the reddening nipple. A moan escaped her lips as she imagined him crushing her against his broad chest, pulling her head back, kissing her roughly. Maybe he would push her to her knees, ordering her