Two Doms For Angel (14 page)

“No, they are
retired.”

“You are very blessed,
sir.”

“I will be truly blessed
when you await me in the dungeon with nothing on. You have ten
minutes.”

Her eyes went down but came
back up, her anticipation showed clearly.

Chapter
Twenty-five

Zach always expected the
dungeon to smell like sweat and sex, but it didn’t. Marguerite kept
it spotless and smelling like leather cleaner with the slight scent
of disinfectant. He often wondered what she thought about when
cleaning up after Monroe. It made him smile.

His cock instantly hardened
when he saw Angel across the room. She was on her knees in Monroe’s
favorite submissive position.

Zach pretended to ignore
her, walked to a drawer and removed wrist and ankle restraints,
placing them in his pocket. He then adjusted the height of the
spanking bench, prolonging her suspense while he played with the
knobs. Walking to another drawer, he withdrew a new packaged butt
plug and lube, laying them on a table near the bench.

He turned on his favorite
kinky hard rock music and let the sound roll through the room
before approaching Angel. His hand had a will of its own and went
to the crown of her head.

“Before we begin with a few
submissive lessons, the way I like them, I want your mouth on my
cock. Now.”

Her hands shook slightly
when she tried to unfasten his jeans.

“No, just the
zipper.”

She unzipped him and then
managed to pull his engorged cock free of his pants. He barely
controlled his moan when her mouth finally surrounded
him.

Too quickly, he gave into
the pure ecstasy of her finesse. He was doing this so he could keep
his wits about him when he began her first lesson. It didn’t take
long before he gasped and then spilled down her throat. He loosened
his hands from her hair.

“That was good. Now, put me
back in my pants and then stand.”

Her hair hung in waves down
her back, lightly mussed from his hands. He would leave it that
way. He took her wrists and placed a cuff on each one.

“Follow me.”

Walking to the spanking
bench, he took the ankle cuffs from his pocket. “Your safeword is
‘broccoli.’ Is there anything you don’t wish to do this
evening?”

“No, sir.”

He took her at her word and
helped her lay across the bench with her ass a little below his
waist. Securing the ankle cuffs, he then spread her thighs and
snapped the cuffs in place to keep her legs apart.

Her wrists were next. He
twirled her hair a few times then placed it over her shoulder
displaying the lovely curve of her bare back and her delectable
ass.

He knew it would hurt
without the throws of orgasm but he wanted his teeth marks on her
ass before he reddened it further. He gave her no warning just bent
down and bit the top fleshy part of her ass cheek.

“Awwhee!” The air left her
lungs with the sound of her pain. He rubbed the angry marks and
admired how they looked.

“I know you behave like the
appropriate slave with Monroe, but your behavior is slightly bratty
with me. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy it, but I will let you decide
if you enjoy the consequences of your actions after this and leave
the decision to you. Say your safeword.”

“Broccoli, sir.”

He bit her other cheek a
little harder than the first. “I need to test your limits and have
an idea where we can go from here. If you say your safeword again I
will stop immediately and we will end our play. Do you
understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

He could hear a slight
shakiness in her voice and his hand came down with a resounding
smack against her ass before rubbing the sensitized flesh. “I want
your ass rosy red and burning. I want you to remember this
punishment and decide if it’s worth it.” She remained quiet though
breathing heavily.

His hand landed again. “You
will answer me when I speak to you.”

“Yes, sir.”

He administered several
slaps in a row but she managed not to cry out again.

Walking to the side table,
he removed the butt plug from the wrapper. He placed a generous
amount of lube on it, then applied more to his fingers. He leaned
in and placed a kiss on both of his teeth marks.

“I plan on taking your ass
later and I want it prepared for me.”

Two slickened fingers
pressed against the rosette of her ass and slipped past the tight
muscles.

“Awwwe.”

“This is a
large plug and may not be comfortable, but you will be ready when
the time comes.” He stretched his fingers inside the tight opening
for a minute before placing the tip of the plug against her
ass.

“Relax, sweetling.” He
messaged the area around her asshole before firmly pressing the
plug in. When it was completely seated, he walked over to the wall
and removed a paddle.

“I really enjoy my
handprint on a sub’s ass, but Monroe has some of the best toys.
This one seems to be rather rough and I’d like to see the burn it
leaves behind. You are counting to ten, do you
understand?”

“Yes,
sir.”

She managed to say “one,”
but her slight shriek caused him to smile.

“
Remember, you can use your safeword.”

“Yes, sir.” The paddle
landed with another smack. “Two.”

He wondered if she would
make it to ten.

She did and he began to
wonder about Monroe setting her limits. He used a leather strap
next and could see bruises forming. This was farther than he
preferred to go but tonight was about learning her limits. He was
beginning to see that hers were rather high. Through the years,
Monroe accused Zach constantly of having few limits, and now Zach
understood how hard it could be for a dom.

Her shoulders were shaking.
He walked around and tipped her head up. Tears ran down her face
but she opened her eyes. The look she gave begged for
more.

“Have you ever used a
safeword?”

She didn’t
answer.

His lips met hers and
kissed her with brutal insistence before pulling back. “You will
answer or we will leave the dungeon and not return.”

“No, sir.”

“No, sir what?”

“No, sir, I have never used
a safeword.”

“And why is
that?”

No answer.

He pulled her hair and
leveled her head back and away so she had to look at
him.

“Why?”

She gasped and a small
heart-wrenching sob escaped her lips, making his muscles
clench.

“I must be punished.” The
words were a soft whisper.

“For what?”

“For my sinful
urges.”

Chapter
Twenty-six

While Zach administered the
paddle he began suspecting the truth. Monroe establishing her
limits now made sense. She needed pain for an orgasm but would go
past safe limits. Monroe understood how dangerous this could be in
the wrong hands.

He smoothed her hair away
from the damp skin of her forehead. This time, his kiss was gentle.
He pulled away and trailed his fingers along her cheek and jaw. “We
are finished.”

“No, sir, please.” Her eyes
begged him to continue.

His devilish smile showed.
“Only with punishments. Now, it’s about pleasure.”

Her sigh of relief caused
him to chuckle.

“Is your ass ready for
me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, because I’m ready to
feel your tight muscles milking me for everything I’m worth.” He
released her hair and walked behind her.

The redness on her cheeks
had intensified. He smoothed his palm over the hot flesh before
fingering her pussy and letting her juice slide down his hand. His
jeans were too tight to keep on.

Once naked, he added a
condom and went back to rubbing juices around her pussy lips, then
against her clit. Without removing the plug from her ass, he placed
his cock at the entrance to her pussy and slid inside.

The warmth and clenching of
her muscles was almost more than his cock could handle. Sliding
back and forth, he loved the feel of her wrapped tightly around him
knowing she would be tighter still when he took her ass.

Her breathing increased. He
settled his hands on her hips, pumping in and out, loving the wet,
slapping sounds their bodies made and the noises she made as her
release came closer. He stopped and pulled out, taking his hands
completely off her body.

“No, please,
sir!”

“You do not have permission
to cum and your ass is so red, I would hate to cause you more
discomfort when you sit at dinner with friends tomorrow
night.”

“Please, sir!”

Begging was such a
wonderful sound to a dom’s ears.

“I told you, darling, that
I want your ass.”

The plug slipped out with a
firm tug. The entrance remained tight when he placed his dick
against her opening.

“Breathe for me, breathe in
now.”

She inhaled.

“Let it out.”

Halfway through her exhale
he pressed past the barrier and in one steady stroke went in until
his balls rested against her pussy lips. He used his hand to
massage them both, giving her a chance to adjust. His own breathing
was ragged while he held back. Her shoulders finally relaxed and he
couldn’t stand the painful fullness in his balls any
longer.

His assault was hard and
violent. She screamed over and over, crying out his name. Not
“sir,” not “Monroe” but “Zach.”

The pulse of his cock
rocked him when he finally spilled into her ass. At the same time,
he pinched her clit violently.

“Cum, my sweet.” He felt
her pussy contract and her asshole tightened in pulsing waves
around his dick. He would never let her go.

Several minutes passed as
he lay against her back and gained control of his breathing. He
massaged her sides and shoulders. He hadn’t touched her breasts but
would gladly save them for another round in the playroom another
day.

When he was able, he
withdrew and walked a few feet away, disposing of the condom. He
took moist towelettes back to the bench and cleaned between her
legs and the crease of her red and swollen ass. He walked back to
the sink area and wet down a soft cotton towel with cold
water.

Standing behind her, he
laid the cold cloth over her ass to relieve some of the stinging
redness. He also pressed the cloth to her asshole, holding it there
as she made small whimpers of discomfort and gratitude in equal
parts.

He grabbed a blanket and
covered her before releasing her restraints. Sitting her up, he
could feel her body shaking. His arms surrounded her and he made
his way to the couch in a darkened corner of the large
room.

Her hair was a mess, her
face red, but he couldn’t help but think she was even more
beautiful this way. He stroked her arms and then her legs while
readjusting her in his lap. A few minutes later, he retrieved juice
from the refrigerator and turned the music off.

“Would you like a
shower?”

“No, just hold me, sir,
please.”

“Gladly.”

He gave her time to recover
before a new round of questions.

“Tell me
about your childhood.”

And, she did.

He loved the lilting sound
of her accented voice while she told him stories of her mother and
her father’s other wives. She had sisters and brothers, too. He let
her talk until her own question startled him.

“Will you tell me about
your family?”

It was impossible not to
answer.

“You would like my parents.
They always wanted a daughter but after me, their one and only son,
they were never successful. I had a dream childhood but wondered,
often, if they adopted me. If there was a violent sport, I wanted
to play it: ice hockey, football, rugby. It didn’t matter how many
bones I broke. My parents are the gentlest, sweetest people you
could ever meet. They spent their younger years marching against
war, fighting for gun control, and shaking their heads that all I
wanted to do was fight.”

“Do you still wish to
fight?”

“No. Monroe helped with my
aggression. It’s funny because if it weren’t for him, I never would
have survived as a police officer. A wild tendency in a Marine is a
good thing but has no place in the life of a cop. Control is the
key to police work. Shibari taught me patience, responsibility, and
control.”

“Why does he
kill?”

Zach was quiet for a
moment, weighing his words.

“I wondered if you knew. I
think he does it so no one else needs to. There are other killers,
but if he does it, that’s one less person to feel the pain. He just
doesn’t understand that someone else might not feel the pain he
does, but that’s Monroe.”