Two Doms For Angel (11 page)

The room beyond was
feminine and obviously belonged to Angel. The bed was also
king-sized but covered by a gauzy, soft green canopy. His eyes
traveled then stopped on the far wall.

Framed pictures covered the
area. Zach walked closer. Monroe’s Shibari.

But these pictures focused
only on Zach. He’d never seen them before. He’d thought he’d seen
all of Melody’s and Monroe’s creations. In these photos, Zach’s
face was uncovered, which was odd because he never realized they
were taken. Even more surprisingly, he didn’t feel
angry.

The art itself was
incredible and the photographs bridged the years. The early ones
showed Zach’s inexperience, but they were somehow bolder than Zach
remembered. The later ones, bolder still, as Zach’s dominance
matured.

“He freed me as did
you.”

Zach turned. Waves of
cascading windblown hair surrounded her body. His eyes traveled
every inch, down then back up, finally looking deep into the
ocean-blue depths of her eyes. He had to mentally shake himself in
order to speak.

“I’ve never seen these
pictures.”

“He gave me a room down the
hall but my nightmares grew worse and he moved me in here. That is
when he gave me the pictures.”

“Were you his slave
then?”

“No.”

“Why are you his slave
now?”

“Because it works for us
and I love him.”

“But how do you know
something else wouldn’t work for you?”

“I tried. It did
not.”

“Were the pictures here
when you moved into the room?”

“Yes.”

Zach turned back and looked
at the wall again. “Why would he have pictures of me in
here?”

“You must talk to
Master.”

“But you know the
answer?”

“Not all of it,
no.”

“You and I need to talk
about the contract.” He turned back but his knee gave slightly and
he hobbled for a moment.

“I will get what you need
for your knee from Marguerite if you will sit on the
bed.”

He smiled. “Sitting on your
bed is not a good idea. I’ll come downstairs and let you treat
me.”

Zach took a forward step
but the muscles surrounding his injury picked that moment to spasm.
He couldn’t stifle his groan. Her soft shoulder quickly wedged
under his arm.

“Christ,
this is a bad idea,” he said in exasperation.

Angel disengaged herself
and he lay back on the bed. She picked up the house phone on the
nightstand. Fluent Spanish came from her delectable lips as she
requested items that were beyond Zach’s linguistic comprehension.
He couldn’t help himself and sank further into the soft
pillows.

“You will need to remove
your pants if I am to help you.”

His eyes shot to hers.
“That is a very bad idea. I prefer Marguerite’s care.”

The hurt look she gave
almost made him reconsider. Then her face changed and he would
swear a touch of stubbornness took over. Without saying a word, she
left the room.

Chapter Twenty

Zach had ignored his knee
and now paid the price. A pain pill would help, along with some TLC
from Marguerite. The last thing he wanted was Angel’s hands
anywhere near his body. Her delicious scent drifted up from the bed
and turning his head, he inhaled deeply. A fine sheen of sweat
broke out on his face. The gentle breeze from the ceiling fan moved
through the gauze covering the bed and hit the dampness, helping
him control the swelling in his cock.

His mind drifted back to
rescuing Angel from the dark smell of death in the basement. He
remembered her embarrassment and worry about contaminating him with
her soiled body, while he analyzed her bravery, the lack of weight
in his arms, and the horrors she survived. In his dreams, she
smelled like the bed he now lay in; feminine, exotic, and soothing
all at once.

He sat up and removed his
pants. Realizing he wore no underwear, he grabbed a pillow to cover
his midsection. Leaning back again, he closed his eyes and waited
for Marguerite.

The sound of bare feet
walking across the wood floor let him know it wasn’t Marguerite
that entered.

For a slave, she didn’t obey very
well.

He watched her. She looked everywhere
but at him, though she moved with purpose and made it obvious she
was caring for his leg. Against his better judgment, and for the
first time in a long time, the dom in him decided to keep his mouth
shut.

When she finished laying out the items
she carried in, her lips formed a brief smile at the pillow
covering his lap. Then she zeroed in on his swollen knee and her
smile disappeared. Tentative fingers came out and ran across the
surgical scar. He inhaled sharply and her fingers retreated, but
her eyes rose up to his.

“
I did not mean to hurt
you,” she said tentatively.

“
You didn’t, but I told you
this was not a good idea.”

She didn’t reply but her lips firmed
and her body language implied she would continue being a stubborn
brat.

He needed to shake her up so she would
understand what her disobedience entailed.

“
I want to fuck you. My
deviate thoughts are not nice and include getting off on your
screams. I want you tied, and unable to move, with my teeth sinking
into your flesh, then my lips sucking and leaving more bruises on
your delicate skin.”

Her lips softened and a heavenly smile
lit up her face. It was sexy as hell and her voice was thick honey
running along his nerves. “Master said you like to
bite.”

He was losing this battle. He pictured
her too many times in his dreams. His desire had been held tightly
within his mind for two years, and this was not a good direction
for them to go.

Long, delicate fingers moved to the
dresser, picked up a warm cloth, and placed it over his knee.
Instant relief. He couldn’t help the groan that escaped his
throat.

A noise made Zach turn to the doorway
where Stephens stood. Angel walked over and took the offered glass
and Zach’s prescription bottle. Casting a stern look at Zach,
Stephens turned around and walked out without saying a
word.

He took the offered pain pill along
with a drink of water. Soft, tentative hands began messaging the
muscles around the heat wrap. His sigh of relief caused her fingers
to dig in harder. His damned cock responded and his heavy breathing
turned into a low groan.

Angel ignored him. Her hands traveled
up past his injury, not stopping, reaching higher, and slowly
making their way to his groin. His hand stopped hers.

“
No.” His reward was her
sensual and knowing smile. She played with fire but it was obvious
she wanted the burn.

“
Yes.” It was a breathy
promise and made him want to gently bite her lower lip and then
spank her delectable bottom to stop her naughty sub
behavior.

Though his hand covered hers, her
fingers continued to move, long nails scratching lightly into his
skin. He tightened his hold and the movement stopped. He loosened
his punishing grip and this time, her fingers behaved, traveling
back down his leg. His eyes drifted shut and his muscled relaxed
into the feel of her hands.

She removed the hot towel and replaced
it with a cold one. After kneading his tendons and muscles again,
she reapplied the heat. His mind began drifting away, thinking of
her naughty sub smile and letting her gentle hands soothe him to
sleep.

Something tickled his nose and he
brushed away a piece of hair; hair that smelled like Angel. He
realized parts of his body were warmer than others and opened his
eyes to admire the beautiful woman wrapped tightly against his
side. Turning his head, he nuzzled through her hair and kissed her
cheek. Her eyes were partially open and locked on his cock which
the pillow no longer covered.

He watched her hand lift slowly and
move toward his erection. He held his breath until the warmth of
her fingers, finally, circled his length and squeezed.

“
Fuck,” he groaned softly in
an exhalation of tortured breath. The word held every dream and
thought of his two-year fantasy.

He continued to watch and tried to
breathe while her fingers traveled from base to tip. She shifted
her body until her lips rested at the tip of his cock and then her
tongue came out, exploring along the small slit before delving
inside.

He clenched his teeth and his groin
tightened then went rock hard when her lips opened and heat
surrounded his cock. She sucked him deeply into her hot, hot
mouth.

He was lost and beyond stopping the
sweet torture. Her lips opened, allowing her tongue to slide along
his engorged length, while saliva streamed from her mouth to his
cock. His eyes were riveted while she licked like he was thirty-one
flavors of ice cream on one cone. Her tongue’s hot velvet roughness
stopped at his balls and sucked bringing his hips off the
bed.

He began spreading her hair around
them, keeping her delectable mouth uncovered, while it worked his
dick and balls. He’d had hundreds of blowjobs but nothing compared
to the mind-blowing mouth fuck she gave him.

His balls clenched tighter and he
grabbed her hair, pulling her mouth away, as white pearly cum
covered her chin and his abs. She struggled against his hold and he
loosened his grip. She ran her tongue up his length and licked cum
from the tip of his cock while placing her hand into the sticky
pool on his stomach. Her finger swirled and she shifted so her
tongue could lap at the milky pool like a kitten.

“
You’re killing
me.”

Her eyes flew to his and her facial
expression went from bliss to alarm.

His hand covered hers and splayed her
fingers further into the sticky mess. His words came out low and
raspy, “I will never look at your mouth the same way again but I
need to bury myself in your pussy lips and see if they are half as
hot. After I recover, I’ll get condoms from my room.”

Her face softened and she smiled before
reaching for the towel that somehow remained on his knee and used
it to clean them both. Rising from the bed, she opened the bedside
drawer and removed a three-pack of condoms. She tore one of the
packages from the group and sat on the side of the bed.

At the sight of the foiled packages,
his cock jerked and he knew he wouldn’t need long to fulfill the
remainder of his fantasy. “I want you naked. Now.”

She stood and turned away but he not so
gently wrenched her hair. “I want to watch.”

Her smile was shaky and he sensed the
self-assurance she felt earlier was deserting her. She needed to be
shook up. He knew she was submissive but her earlier actions didn’t
show proper sub etiquette. Though he wasn’t her master, it was damn
sure time he made her submit to his commands. He wouldn’t change
the last thirty-minutes for anything but she needed a gentle
punishment and he needed to gain control. Leaning slightly to the
side, he began unbuttoning his shirt without taking his eyes from
her body as her clothes fell to the floor.

The scarf she covered her hair with
earlier was lying on the bedside table. “Hand me the
scarf.”

The trembling in her fingers made him
smile inwardly when she placed the scarf in his outstretched hand.
Grabbing her wrist, he looked into her eyes. Her gaze, locked on
the hands holding hers, slowly rose to meet his.

“
Do you trust
me?”

“
Yes, sir.” No
hesitation.

He sat up and moved so his legs were
over the side of the bed on either side of her body. Wrapping the
scarf around her wrists, he pulled the material tight so she
couldn’t get out but loose enough to allow circulation.

“
What’s your
safeword?”

When he got no answer, he looked
up.

“
Safe word?” he repeated.
“You have one, don’t you?”

“
No, sir.”

There were no limits and she had no
safeword. This was not good and, damn it, Monroe knew
better.

“
What’s your least favorite
vegetable?”

“
Broccoli.”

He didn’t mean to smile but couldn’t
help himself.

She smiled back. “I hate
broccoli.”

“
Broccoli is now your
safeword. You have no hard limits listed in your contract with
Monroe.”

“
I trust him.”

“
You should never trust
anyone that much.”

She said nothing just looked at him
expectantly. He moved her hands up while moving his face closer to
her belly and breathing in the scent of her skin. He was close
enough to smell the arousal from her pussy. He ran the unshaven
roughness of his chin against the soft flesh of her stomach and
then circled her navel with his tongue moving his hands to her ass.
He squeezed the tight flesh until she drew in a painful
breath.

“
You have been a naughty
sub. I don’t imagine your master would let you get away with the
unasked for blowjob you just gave me.” He peered up and noticed she
looked anything but contrite.