Two Doms For Angel (7 page)

“What exactly will watching
over your slave entail?”

Monroe looked him directly
in the eye. “Whatever you want it to.”

“Then you don’t love her
enough.”

“
We’ve
shared the same woman before.”

“Yes, but you and I know
this is different. You’ve never had a slave that I’ve known about.
Sure, you’ve shared a bond with your subs, but it always seems
centered in the scenes, and don’t go beyond that. Your subs never
stay for more than a night or two.”

“That’s true,” Monroe said,
seeming to consider his words carefully. “But she has needs and if
I put restrictions on your interactions, neither of your needs will
be met. I could be gone longer than usual, and that would be
completely unfair to both of you.”

“Is this why she’s being
punished? Did you tell her I would be her master while you’re
away?”

“No, that’s not why she’s
being punished. And yes, she does know you’ll be her master. If you
agree.”

“Christ, I can’t believe
I’m even considering it.”

“Meet her and then give me
your answer.”

“And if my answer is
no?”

“Then I will be forced to
consider someone else. I’m not leaving her alone and I am leaving.
Now, is your knee up for a game of billiards before I go force food
down my slave’s throat?”

“I think I can manage to
soundly kick your ass even with my gimp leg, but maybe she needs to
eat first.”

“That’s exactly why you’re
my first choice as her keeper,” Monroe smiled warmly. “But this
time, I’m making her wait. It’s part of the punishment.”

***

The following day, Monroe
was silent and introspective. Zach was used to his artistic
moodiness before a show and remained respectfully quiet. There was
no sight of Angel, and Zach refused to ask.

His knee felt better.
Marguerite supplied more hot and cold compresses throughout the
day, which kept the swelling down. Before leaving for the club,
Zach placed a black one-piece elastic brace on his knee for some
added support. He walked into the den wearing his go-to black
cotton pants and a black skin tight t-shirt. His brown hair was
longer than his usual police cut, but was still short enough to be
out of his eyes.

Monroe was in black jeans
and a white dress shirt. His hair was short but unlike Zach’s, it
was well-groomed.

Placing bundles of rope in
his large bag, Monroe’s eyes looked up when Zach entered the
room.

“I want Stephens to drive
you to the club. I’ll be along shortly. Cheri is a new bondage
model I’ve been working with, and I’ll start the exhibition with
her. Angel will be next and then Sara will do the last
scene.”

“Is her husband good with
that?”

“Do I look like a fool?
Philip will be participating. They asked me about letting her work
every so often. Her body is even more beautiful since having her
last child. She asks about you often and she’ll be thrilled to see
you.”

“Is there some reason Angel
isn’t going last?”

“Yes, Damian is providing
quiet rooms for the subs after each demonstration. I plan to use
you in the scene with Angel, and then I’d like you to handle her
aftercare. Cheri has a Dom who will be available and Sara has her
husband.”

“You’re setting this up on
purpose.”

“Yes, I am. I’ll be
answering questions and showing basic binding techniques
afterwards. I would very much appreciate your help with Angel. She
is very needy after a scene and I don’t trust her with anyone else.
Her eyes will be covered during the demonstration. You shouldn’t
remove the blindfold until she begins responding to you again.
Also, I think this will put you more in my corner when it comes to
staying here and caring for her.”

“You know I would never
refuse you a favor, right?”

“Yes, Zach. I know that,
but I also need your willingness to do this.”

“All those years ago, you
told me I wasn’t a sub to you. It didn’t take me long to figure out
that I was. Oh, sure, I’m dominant, but I respond to you just as
the women do.”

“Is this really a
conversation you want to have right now?”

“No, but I thought you
needed to know that I’m no longer an officer and no longer need to
hide my true life from my department. I have no plans to wear a
mask tonight.”

Monroe’s eyes
sparked.

“Then I
think you are ready to go further into my art. I’ll keep your knee
in mind tonight, but this is exactly what Angel needs. I’m placing
a lot of trust in you and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather give
it to. Now, I need you to leave while I prepare.”

The intense gaze looked
away.

Chapter
Thirteen

Stephens waited in the
foyer and the two left for the forty-five minute trip into the city
and Club El Diablo. Monroe kept a suite at the exclusive El Diablo
hotel, and Zach stopped there briefly before entering the
club.

The lights, smells, and
music brought him fully into the kink world he loved. Zach had
visited private clubs around the country, but El Diablo was his
favorite. The sight of the beautiful carousel made him smile as he
remembered the last punishment he gave Sara before she met her
husband.

At the beginning of his
BDSM exploration, Sara had been the one to hold his hand. She was a
switch in the early days of her own journey, and a great teacher.
Monroe may have taught him all the bondage techniques and how to
create the perfect scene, but Sara gave Zach the delicate exchange
of power he needed to understand how it all came
together.

“Zachery, I was hoping
Nathaniel could entice you into attending!” Damian, the owner of
Club El Diablo shook his hand.

“It’s good to see you, too,
Damian. The grapevine has been singing about you being a new daddy.
Congratulations.”

“Thank you. Abigail and her
mother are doing fantastic now that we have a nanny, but sweet Abby
has a cold and Lydia won’t be attending the show. I promised I
would invite you to dinner if you plan on being in town for
long.”

“I would love to have
dinner and meet the new addition to your family.”

“Great. Do you have any
intention of playing before the festivities begin? I would be happy
to introduce you to an unattached sub or two before the crowd
thickens.”

“No, actually, I’d rather
watch and maybe have a drink before Monroe arrives.”

“Then I’ll join you in a
quick drink. I need to check on the baby before work consumes the
rest of the evening.”

The club began filling. A
large area had been roped off for the exhibition and Zach could
feel the excitement. Monroe always managed to draw a large crowd.
He passed up many invites to perform his art, and Zach liked to
tease him that he hid behind his photographs. But on those rare
occasions like tonight, when he showed his true artistic genius to
a large crowd, it was hard not to feel the power he exuded over
people while he worked.

Zach saw Monroe enter the
room and walk into the exhibition area. Zach stayed put, just
watching as his friend sat his bag down, and walked to the corner
wall to inspect the equipment and make adjustments. Zach couldn’t
help but notice the almost erotic movement that came effortlessly
as Monroe’s body flowed like water. He hadn’t begun, but other eyes
were mesmerized by his every move, too. No one dared approach the
master and the whispered voices intensified as the excitement
built.

Zach was startled when a
gentle kiss landed on his cheek. “It’s hard to take our eyes away
when he’s like this. It doesn’t matter how many times we worked
with him.”

She was as stunning as he
remembered. “Sara, you’re as lovely as always. Motherhood suits
you. It’s wonderful to see you again, Philip. I hear you’ll be part
of the exhibition tonight?”

“Sara’s dragging me along
but I have some reservations.”

Sara placed her hand on
Philip’s arm and snuggled her head into his shoulder. “He’s intense
but you’ll be amazed where he takes you when you’re part of his
scene.”

Zach envied the couple’s
evident intimacy. His time with Sara had been amazing, but she was
way ahead of him on the Lifestyle learning curve. She was eager to
explore other kinds of play with other partners, and when it became
apparent he was developing a jealous attachment, she had cooled
things off. Only later, when his badly-concealed hurt feelings had
healed and he clearly understood the limits of their relationship,
had she consented to the occasional bondage scene with him. When
she first met Philip, she had fallen hard and fast. Zach had spent
many long phone conversations listening to her cry over her future
husband before Philip had come around. Life was a bitch like that
sometimes.

Zach went years without
making the same mistakes he had made with Sara. Now, he felt the
yearning for a lasting commitment like never before, not even with
Sara.

His eyes traveled back to
Monroe. An audience was starting to form. Subs with collars, subs
on their knees at their Master’s feet, and doms watching as they
waited for the show to begin were tightening the circle around the
rope god. Zach excused himself with a kiss to Sara’s cheek. “I
won’t see your demo but I know you’ll have fun. Enjoy
yourselves.”

Sara stopped him with a
hand on his arm. “Where will you be?”

“I’ll be with Angel in a
quiet room.”

“Monroe is letting you
attend Angel after her scene?”

“Yes, is that
unusual?”

“You know he loves her,
right? I’m just surprised he’s sharing. He rarely brings her to the
club and he doesn’t come nearly as often as he did. I think she
might be special.”

“That’s what I keep
hearing. Now excuse me. I need to see what the master wants me
doing.” He winked before walking away.

Zach stood off to the side
while Monroe concentrated on his rope skeins, and waited for Monroe
to acknowledge him. The rope master would be using red, black, and
white tonight. In a few minutes, Monroe’s head came up and nodded
to Zach. He stepped over the long yellow rope dividing the
exhibition area.

“I need you to begin a
classic corner web with the red rope. This will be for your scene
with Angel. I’ll begin by hogtieing Cheri. Her dom wants to do a
little impact play once she’s suspended. When we’re ready, two male
slaves will escort Angel in. Angel knows her part — she’s the prey
caught in the spider’s web. I’ll suspend you first with a chest
harness. Raul has control of the winch. He’ll keep his eye on your
movements, which as you know is his favorite pastime.”

Zach ignored Monroe’s
taunt. The first time Zach had met Raul, over a year before, Raul
had made his interest clear by offering a blowjob.

“I’ll bind her and then
raise her,” Monroe continued, “and let you complete the top,
binding her to the upper web. Talk to her and make sure she’s okay
throughout. I would like to add a bit of fire play if she enters
subspace early enough. Once she’s there, she’ll be
fine.”

“Are you
sure about this?” Monroe’s worry over Angel was making Zach
nervous. He wished that there had been time for him to at least
meet this sub first.

“When you see her in the
zone you’ll understand why I’m doing this scene with her. Trust
me.”

“Always,”
Zach said.

Chapter
Fourteen

The show began and while
Monroe did his thing, Zach worked on the web in the corner. He
started at the bottom, creating foot holds to travel upward as he
added height. His movements were swift and precise, the product of
years of collaboration with Monroe.

He finished the intricate
formation before the end of the scene with Cheri, and watched as
her dom administered a flogger and let her spin with the blows. The
scene wound down and Monroe lowered Cheri into her dom’s waiting
arms. He removed her bindings, letting her master carry her away
and out of sight.

Zach removed his shirt and
shoes. He hadn’t worn socks. He stretched for his warm-up. His bad
knee would be taking some punishment in this scene, but knew he
could place most of his weight on his good leg.

When he was ready, he
looked to Monroe, who was speaking with one of the observers.
Monroe, as attuned to Zach as Zach was attuned to him, immediately
looked up, cut off his conversation and approached.

“Is your knee going to be a
problem?”

“No, I took a few Advil an
hour ago and it’s feeling much better after the pampering
Marguerite gave me today.”

“This will be
intense.”

“You think I expected
something different?”

“No, but I’m expecting you
to speak up if it’s too much, though knowing you I’m being rather
naïve.”

“I won’t look very dominant
if my leg gives out and I fall on my ass, so I’ll let you know if
I’m having problems.”