Two Doms For Angel (16 page)

Chapter Twenty-eight

The ride home was quiet until Angel
spoke up.

“
Thank you.”

“
What for?”

“
For not making me attend
the club.”

“
Does Monroe force you to
go?”

“
Only for
punishment.”

Zach’s hands tightened on the steering
wheel.

“
Why would he make you do
something that is obviously a hard limit for you?”

Silence was his answer.

“
I won’t take you to the
club for punishment but I don’t think you’ll enjoy the ones I’ll
give you. I asked a question.”

“
He does not enjoy hurting
me and needs other punishments.”

That caused Zach to choke out a
laugh.

“
The man is a sadist!
Believe me, he loves causing you pain.”

“
He doesn’t mind causing me
pain if it’s mixed with pleasure,” she explained. “But for
punishment, he doesn’t like hurting me.”

The statement made Zach think about
Monroe. From the first night when Angel was made to stay in their
room as punishment, Zach had found the behavior odd for the
sadistic dom. Zach had never known him to be attached to any of his
models outside of his work, and Monroe’s control was
legendary.

Zach had seen him work for hours
without sexual release. He suffered through models taking care of
Zach’s needs if it interfered with Monroe’s art. It wasn’t that
Monroe didn’t have erections; he just ignored them for long periods
of time. Zach shook his head and snapped his thoughts away from
Monroe’s erection. What the hell was he going to do about Angel
when his friend returned? Zach was afraid his friendship wouldn’t
survive.

They were both tired by the time they
arrived home.

“
Do you wish me to await you
in the playroom, sir?”

“
No, I want you in bed. I’m
having a drink and then I’ll be up.”

“
Yes, sir.”

The bourbon was smooth and helped to
settle his nerves. Seeing Angel holding a baby, made him want to
stomp his foot and cry out that his biological clock was ticking.
If that wasn’t gay, he didn’t know what was.

He couldn’t lose her. But, could he
share?

His steps were heavy as he made his way
up to the room. He knew she was lying naked beneath the sheet. It
would be a long night. He wasn’t going to back down from his
promise even if it killed him, and it just might.

Turning off the light, he crawled in
beside her, not quite touching.

He kissed her head. “Go to
sleep.”

It was an hour before he began drifting
off and, unable to resist, he pulled her close. A very light
tremble shook her body and snapped him out of his sleepiness. He
turned the light on and looked closely.

Curled up tightly, silent tears trailed
down her cheeks.

Gathering her up, he pulled her fully
against his chest. “Shhh, no tears.”

“
I’m sorry I disappointed
you.”

“
Why do you think you
disappointed me?”

“
I didn’t want to go to the
club.”

“
I’m not angry or
disappointed.”

“
But you don’t wish to touch
me.”

“
No, I want to touch you too
much! I’ll never make you go to the club or punish you for not
wanting to.”

“
Then why are you punishing
me?”

“
It wasn’t exactly a
punishment, but I told you we would play tomorrow.”

“
I am not a
child!”

“
No, you’re not.” His hand
went to her breast and squeezed. His fingers took hold of her
nipple, adding pressure and then rolling the hard nub between his
fingers.

She inhaled sharply, then, released her
breath.

“
If I only serve you and I
don’t find my release, that will be punishment.”

“
So you don’t like touching
me and sucking my cock?” He pulled a mockingly stern face, then
couldn’t help smiling.

“
Oh, no! I love touching
you! I love sucking your cock!”

“
Then how would it be
punishment?”

“
Well, umm, it
is.”

He had to laugh. Anytime she brought up
sex it surprised him. She was such a contradiction of modest
innocence and sensual goddess.

“
I have an idea,” he
smiled.

“
Yes, sir?”

“
Let’s try slightly kinky
vanilla.”

“
Vanilla?”

“
Yes, I’ll show
you.”

He laid her back against the soft
sheets and then proceeded to kiss, lick, and nip every inch of
flesh on her chest without touching her breasts. She made little
sweet gasping sounds but it was obvious pain took her closer to the
edge. Reaching over, he a removed a condom and nipple clamps from
the bedside drawer. Clipping them on tightly, his reward was her
accelerated breathing. Rolling, he brought her on top of his
body.

“
Sit up and put the condom
on me.”

Her heavy braid fell across his chest
and he began unfurling the strands. Wave after wave surrounded them
when he completed the task. He lifted her so she was fully on her
knees and then placed his cock at the entrance of her slit, which
was wet and waiting for him.

“
I want you to ride me hard.
Now.”

She tried to take his cock slowly but
he grasped her hips and pulled down.

“
Hard,” he
growled.

He grabbed the sheet and mattress cover
beneath him so his hands wouldn’t interfere. Her pinched nipples
bounced and her pussy greedily sucked in his cock. Sections of hair
fell over his hands and he held on. Her rhythm increased and her
palms landed on his chest, her nails digging into his
flesh.

It felt so damn good!

The little sounds she made grew louder.
He released the nipple clamps and her pussy tightened. Grabbing the
nape of her neck, he rolled their bodies. Her legs wrapped around
his back, pressing him to drive his cock in again and again until
his balls tightened and finally his orgasm took over.

Breathing hard, he removed the spent
condom and laid it on the dresser before turning off the light.
“That, my dear, was a little bit of kink and vanilla.”

“
Will you punish me again,
sir?”

“
I have plenty of ways to
punish you but it will depend just how naughty you can
be.”

“
I’ll think of
ways.”

“
Do it tomorrow, you need
sleep tonight.”

“
Yes, sir.”

Chapter Twenty-nine

Another week passed. They cooked,
walked, and talked about everything under the sun. She loved old
movies which were all new to her. He loved watching the many
emotions that would cross her face and then he would wipe the tears
away when she cried.

He performed maintenance on his old
Mustang and she wore her short shorts while being his gopher. He
ended up fucking her on the hood of the car and then trying out a
few other classics that Monroe coveted. The lines between dom and
submissive eased when they were out of the house and those special
times were a chance to learn more about who she really was and see
inside her beautiful, intelligent mind.

Saturday night he made reservations for
dinner to get them out of the house for a while.

“
No underwear,” he told her.
“But you may cover your hair.”

“
I’ll braid it but leave it
uncovered.” Her impish smile promised trouble.

It wasn’t her hair, or her lack of
underwear but her foot that continued to drive him wild. He grabbed
the teasing appendage under the table. “Behave!”

“
Yes, sir.” Her toes
wiggled.

“
You will be standing to eat
tomorrow if you continue.”

He let go of her foot and it slid along
his crotch while she twirled her hair around one finger and then
ran her tongue over her lips.

“
I promise the burn will
last for a week.”

She looked straight into his eyes as
she said, “Yes, sir.”

God, he loved her.

***

They pulled up into the driveway and he
grabbed her hair as soon as he shut off the engine. “In the
playroom, naked, over the spanking bench. If you disobey I won’t
let you come until tomorrow. Understood?”

Pure excitement shown on her face and
“Yes, sir” came out on a sigh.

He walked her inside, turning her in
the direction of the dungeon. “I’ll be there in a
moment.”

He went to his room and removed his
shirt. He slipped into his black cotton pants, leaving his feet
bare. His every movement was electric with anticipation.

She was bent over, her legs apart and
waiting. He was almost hoping she disobeyed.

He turned on his music and grabbed a
blindfold. He walked over and secured it around her
head.

“
I’ve changed my
mind.”

The first strike of his palm landed. He
took her arms and began tying them behind her. Every few minutes
his palm would land but she didn’t cry out.

That would change soon, he thought;
this was only the warm up.

Once her arms were secure, he lifted
her off the bench and walked her to a padded table. He lifted,
giving soft directions in her ear. She stayed where he placed her:
head down, ass up.

He grabbed a pillow and arranged it
under her head. Her knees were tucked up close under her chest, and
the pink lips of her pussy made him itch to taste her wetness.
First things first, he told himself.

Grabbing the crop, he admired her
slightly red ass — but that wasn’t where he aimed. The square piece
of black leather landed on her pussy and she gave a high-pitched
groan. The crop landed again with more force. Her cries became
louder.

The music’s tempo was hard and thrummed
throughout the room blending with her cries.

Sudden silence had Zach jerking around.
He’d locked the door but it was apparent the man standing across
the room had a key.

Monroe.

“
I don’t mind if you
continue, I just wanted you to know I was here.”

Zach was stunned. His first feeling was
relief that his friend was okay, his second was anger. Angel
started crying in earnest as she tried to scramble into a sitting
position on the table.

“
Master.”

The sound was gut-wrenching and Zach’s
vision went red. His hand came down and pushed her back to the
table.

“
Do not move.” He bit the
words out between clenched teeth.

She struggled but he applied more
pressure. “Stay. Where. You. Are.”

She stopped struggling but couldn’t
hold back her sobs.

Monroe didn’t move.

Zach lifted her off the table and
methodically untied the ropes.

When the last strand fell, her hands
came up to the blindfold. He caught her hands and pulled her back
into his body. He removed the blindfold with one hand as he
breathed in the incredible scent of her hair.

Then, he let her go.

Her naked legs walked slowly at first
and then ran the last ten steps. Falling to her knees, she didn’t
put her hands behind her back but instead grabbed ahold of Monroe’s
pant leg. Her head was down and when Monroe placed his hand on top
of her head, she wrapped her arms tightly around his legs and cried
harder.

Zach turned away. Violence seethed
below the surface of his skin. He hadn’t lost control in too many
years to count but he was so very close.

He meticulously wound up the two
lengths of rope and walked over to the cabinet and placed them back
inside.

One foot then another; he could get
through this. Deep breathes, combat breathing. He had to get the
need to kill out of his system. It took a few minutes but he
regained some control. Picking up a blanket from the counter, he
walked over to Monroe. He didn’t look at Angel as she clung to her
master’s legs. His eyes were on Monroe and the devil followed him
as he drew closer.

Placing the blanket over Angel’s
shoulders, he still didn’t take his eyes from his
friend.

Monroe spoke: “My pet, you need to go
up to your room.”

Her hold tightened.

Monroe gathered a thick strand of her
hair and pulled steadily back. “You will go to your
room.”

He took her arm and lifted.

Her entire body trembled but she
managed to turn and look at Zach. Fear and anguish poured from her
eyes.

“
It’s okay. You need to do
what your master says.”

Monroe pulled her head around so she
could no longer see Zach. Monroe, knowing exactly where the danger
was, kept his eyes on Zach.

“
Have you ruined my slave?”
Monroe asked him.