Two Doms For Angel (5 page)

“
Good, my pet.” He walked
away, and went to a line of cabinets along one wall and removed
several long loops of white rope.

“
Please stand and remove
your covering. Zach, will you take her robe and lay it on the side
table?”

Zach didn’t reply but took the offered
robe. Nessia’s naked body was incredibly beautiful and Zach’s cock
jumped. Her pussy showed soft pink skin and no hair, like Sara’s
the previous evening.

Monroe tossed Zach a pair of black
cotton pants.

“
It’s entirely up to you,”
Monroe said with a sly smile. “But I have a feeling those jeans
will be rather uncomfortable soon.”

Zach had a feeling Monroe knew what he
was talking about and dressed in the offered pants. They hung low
on his hips. Shirtless and barefoot, he felt overdressed compared
to Nessia.

Monroe was in a white dress shirt with
the sleeves rolled to his elbows and black dress pants, along with
a black belt around his waist, though he was also sock and
shoeless. Melody stood back and out of the way, adjusting her
tripod and equipment.

The temperature in the room was
comfortable, but Zach felt a fine sheen of sweat break out on his
chest. He laid the robe on the table, noticing several sheathed
knives on the counter too. The entire scene was almost surreal. He
walked back to stand closer to the action.

Monroe’s long finger tipped Nessia’s
chin so she looked directly into his eyes. “You know your safe word
and you will use it if needed.”

“
Yes, sir.”

Monroe placed a gentle kiss on her lips
before he walked around behind her and began an intricate series of
loops and knots binding Nessia’s arms behind her back. Zach had
seen a few pictures but the allure of the bondage itself was
intense as the design formed around her arms with the tails of the
rope gliding over the skin of her rounded bottom.

Monroe worked with a single-minded
concentration. His movements almost reminded Zach of a ballet
dancer. Every action brought back the image of lethal grace Monroe
used when he saved Zach’s life. Zach felt himself responding
sexually as he watched those hands at work.

He shook his head and a slight shiver
passed over his skin. How could any man resist the sexual pull of
watching a woman bound in intricate knots? Her eyes were barely
open in a look of complete ecstasy, as her bondage became punishing
and her freedom of movement denied.

The rope slid deftly through Monroe’s
fingers and the intricate art formed along Nessia’s
arms.

“
There, my love. Are you
comfortable?”

“
Yes, sir.”

“
Let’s put you on your knees
and we’ll get a shot of your beauty.”

She flowed down with Monroe’s
assistance, and then his hand went between the ropes to her back
and pressed her forward. Her ass cheeks spread and Zach could make
out the lips of her pussy along with the rosette of her asshole.
His hands went to his crotch and rearranged himself, thankful for
the comfort of the cotton.

Melody moved in and the camera began
clicking. Finally she stepped back.

Monroe’s voice snapped him out of his
semi-trance.

“
Zach, I want you to feel
the bindings; never too loose but never tight enough to restrict
blood flow.” He pulled Nessia up by her braid so she was in a
straight kneeling position. “You should always be able to slip a
couple of fingers under the ropes, or it’s too tight.”

Zach felt along the rope and then
removed his hands.

“
Now, dear, I need you to
bow forward again.”

She didn’t hesitate.

“
This is what Shibari does
for me and my models, Zach.”

Zach’s cock almost lost its load as two
of Monroe’s fingers entered Nessia’s beautiful cunt. Zach heard her
soft sigh when Monroe drew his wet fingers out and brought them to
his lips. Bliss was the only word that described Monroe’s face when
he licked the juice off.

“
Would you like a taste, my
friend?”

Zach simply stared.

Monroe didn’t laugh, only sighed a
little.

“
I forget how young you are,
but I have an enticement that I think will involve you more in what
I’m doing.” He proceeded to pull Nessia up and untie her bindings.
The marks in her skin were the exact replica of the braid in the
rope. Monroe messaged her arms and shoulders, then licked and
kissed the rope marks on both arms.

“
You are beautiful, thank
you.” Monroe gave her a swift slap to her naked ass and beckoned to
Sara with a curl of one hand.

“
This will be more complex,
but Sara is one of my favorites because she withstands the
pressures of bondage for longer than most models. I’m going to
hogtie you, my dear. Is that a problem?”

“
No, sir.”

“
Safe word?”

“
Red.”

“
Good girl. Let’s get
started.”

Monroe placed several cords of rope in
his pockets and began wrapping, looping, and knotting. He removed
her robe and handed it to Zach while he quietly murmured questions
of Sara as he worked.

Her eyelids closed and she looked close
to having an orgasm as her body became wrapped in an exquisite web
of white rope. Monroe’s focus was on her and Zach’s was on the
working of the rope, the look of rapture on Sara’s face, and the
concentration on her captor’s.

With most of the rope work in place,
Monroe instructed Sara to lie on her stomach on the thick leather
mat. He worked still more rope into the amazing harness that drew
Sara’s wrists and ankles together behind her back.

At last, a chain was pulled from above
and hooked into Sara’s ropes. Now Zach understand the purpose of
the winch as Sara was hoisted about four feet off the
floor.

Zach was spellbound. Melody stepped
around him and began taking photos; the “snap snap” and whirl of
the shutter lent a surreal quality to Sara as her body swayed
gently. Zach almost came in his pants.

“
We are going to leave you,
Zach. There is nothing quite like a blowjob when a woman is
hogtied. Communicate with her constantly and use one of the knives
on the counter if you need to unbind her quickly. I would prefer
you carry her up the stairs when you leave the room and make sure
she is well before she is out of your sight. If you need help, just
press zero on any house phone and someone will respond
immediately.

Zach couldn’t tear his eyes away from
Sara’s suspended body. He couldn’t speak, only felt his head nod up
and down like a young child seeing Disneyland for the first time.
He heard the door close and he walked closer to Sara. Close enough
to touch, but not quite daring. Yet.

“
Are you okay?”

“
Yes, sir.” Her voice was
dreamy.

Her body was so lovely in this
position. The ropes contrasted against the soft swell of her thighs
and ass. Her breasts swayed gently like luscious fruits, ripe for
the picking…. And all of her was there, bound and vulnerable,
offered up to his touch like a gift.

“
May I kiss you?”

“
Yes, sir but I’m hoping
you’ll fuck me too. I want your cock in my mouth and then your
fingers in my pussy. Please, sir.”

Hearing the aching need in her voice
was all the invitation Zach needed and he gave her everything she
asked for.

***

Over the next two months, the erotic
world of BDSM and Shibari became his passion. Zach’s sexual desire
would be forever bound as tightly as Monroe wrapped his willing
models. His mentor helped him to tap into the natural dominance
that had always been there. Zach realized that his attraction to
danger had been a constant search for the adrenalin rush that came
from forcing perilous situations to submit to his will.

Zach became a dominant man who embraced
kink with willing submissives even after he joined the police
force. His time spent with Nathaniel led him closer to the hidden
kink Monroe asked about so many years before. He hoped that one
day, even that desire would be fulfilled and Zach might finally be
able to settle down with a woman and give his parents the
grandchildren they deserved.

Chapter Ten

Current Day…

Placing his hand on his knee, Zach
gently kneaded the aching muscles and tendons. He accepted the ache
and was glad he could see the black gates of Monroe’s home in the
distance. The effects of the Advil had worn off an hour before, and
he needed to be out of the car, stretching his leg and taking pain
killers which he couldn’t consume while driving. Turning the wheel
and watching as the gates opened, he felt like he was coming home.
Even the sight of the ever dower Stephens opening the front door
lightened his grumpy mood.

“
Good evening, sir, Master
Nathaniel is on the phone. I will assist you to your room. Do you
require a snack before the evening meal?”

It took Zach a few years to get over
Stephens’ stiff upper lip and understand the hidden humor behind
his uptight crotchety behavior. “No, Stephens. Are any of the women
here this evening?”

“
No, sir, except for
Mistress Angel, but she is unavailable.”

Angel wasn’t one of the usual models,
but from time to time Monroe added other women to his exhibits so
Zach shrugged the information off. “If you don’t mind carrying my
bag to my room, I’ll go find Marguerite.”

“
Yes, sir.”

With a slight limp, Zach headed through
the house. The décor had changed only slightly over the years.
Every so often Monroe picked up another of his odd tastes in art
when he was out of the country doing his dastardly deeds. Zach
couldn’t help but think Monroe was getting too old for that shit
but he knew it was part of what made Monroe the man he
was.

The smells coming from the kitchen
brought a smile to Zach’s face. Marguerite was cooking Mexican food
because she knew it was his favorite. He walked up behind her and
placed his arms around her ample waist and his lips to her neck.
“Marry me, Chiquita?”

Her body turned and large welcoming
arms wrapped him in a deep hug.

“
Senor can do better
than
vieja mujer gorda.
”

“
But no one can cook like
you and there is more of you to wrap my arms around. I can make you
scream in ecstasy,
mi amorcito
bello.”

She pushed back, the dishrag
in her hand snapping at his stomach. “Senor has been practicing
more Spanish but I am not your sweetheart. I will cook and make
you
hombre gordo,
no?”

Zach rubbed his stomach. “The last
thing I need is fattening up, but I could never resist your
cooking. Right now, though, I could use a large glass of
water.”

“
Your knee is bothering
you?”

Marguerite, Stephens, and Monroe were a
not-so-typical family, and Zach should have known they would all be
aware of his circumstances but he refused to give in.

“
What would my knee have to
do with a glass of water?” His angst was pathetic.

“
Ahh, you think Marguerite
cannot see the pain around your eyes? I am not
mujer
estúpida
. Sit down and I will get your water. Where are your
pills?”

Zach removed the
prescription bottle from his pants pocket and placed it on the
table as he pulled out a chair and took a seat. Marguerite and
Stephens ate at the small kitchen table but Zach had joined them a
few times when Monroe was away. He enjoyed the family setting more
than Monroe’s large dining room.

He couldn’t help his low
groan as he sat and propped his leg on the opposite chair. Leaning
his head back, he closed his eyes. When he heard the sound of the
water glass being placed in front of him, he peered through one
slitted eye. He saw the manly wrist come in and grab the pill
bottle.

“Don’t make me get up and
kick your ass so I can have one of my pills.” Zach closed his open
eye with the words.

“You disregarded the plane
ticket I sent and drove straight through instead of taking a
break.”

“You need me, I’m
here.”

“I may bind your ass and
work that leg for you.”

“Promises, promises. Pill,
please.”

“Only if you let Marguerite
make you hot and cold compresses, and allow me to message some
healing oil into the swelling?”

“Stop, stop, I may cum
right here! I’d prefer one of the models but if they’re not
available I suppose I’ll accept your gentle touch.”

A lone pill settled on the
table. “Yes, you need the drugs if you think my touch will be
gentle.”

“Ha, you’re too easy
Monroe.” Zach snatched the pill and had it in his mouth without
warning. Sadly, he knew Monroe was fast enough to stop him if he
really wanted to deny him a pain pill, but the game was fun. Zach
needed something to take his mind off his throbbing
knee.