Two Doms For Angel (8 page)

“Good, are you
ready?”

“Let’s do it.” Zach reached
up and grabbed the bar hanging from the ceiling. His chest would be
wrapped, and knotted, but he would have complete mobility even
after the winch lifted him.

Monroe began securing
doubled strands around Zach’s body. Zach took slow steady breathes
and let himself relax into the feel of the rope and the sound of
Monroe’s breathing, so close that he could hardly tell it from his
own. Occasionally, Monroe took a quick look into Zach’s eyes to
gage both his physical condition and state of mind. Zach knew it
was a deeply ingrained habit; Monroe never took the condition of
his models lightly.

When Monroe was done, the
rope at Zach’s back was attached to the spring-loaded hoist. Zach
climbed the web as the winch electrically tightened, but he could
feel the correct give in the tension. When he was high enough, he
turned around, and secured the arch of both feet into a loop of the
web. Then, placing his arms through and out, he was
ready.

Monroe handed up two coils
of rope which Zach tucked into the waistband of his pants, using
one hand while the other steadied himself in the web.

The attention of the
audience shifted when Angel came out. She looked small walking
between the two large, muscled slaves. Her hands were secured with
leather wrist cuffs and a chain held them together.

One of the men had a tight
hold on the end of the chain. Her dark hair was pulled tight to the
top of her head and braided. When she tried to twist from one of
the men, Zach could see the braid touch midway down her ass. She
was completely naked: her breasts, maybe a size C cup or a little
larger; her hips accented by a narrow waist; and, though she
couldn’t be over five-three, her legs were long and slender.
Exquisite.

A red blindfold covered her
eyes and knotted at the back of her head with the ends woven into
the braid.

Zach could feel his cock
stir and knew he should have taken Damian up on his offer to play a
little beforehand, but Zach had long ago gotten over the need to
hide his erection. He took a few calming breathes and gained
control, though knowing it wouldn’t last forever. Her token
struggles were part of the show but they played havoc with his
cock.

“Step
aside,” Monroe ordered the men. As they complied, one placed the
chain in Monroe’s hand. Monroe lightly brushed the fingers of his
other hand across her jaw and over her cheek.

When she tried to pull
back, he tightened his grip on the chain and jerked her down to her
knees. His hand went to the back of her head and lifted the braid.
He pulled slightly, then let the hair trail through his fingers
until he was several inches from the end. He lifted the rope of
hair handing it to Zach.

From his position, Zach
couldn’t do what he longed to do: bring the braid to his nose and
inhale. If he had a fetish besides bondage, it was the silky feel
and perfume of a woman’s hair. He settled for pulling her head up
and back, exposing the slender lines of her neck to the
onlookers.

Monroe went to his knees
and placed a kiss at the juncture of her throat where it curved and
met her shoulder. Taking a small key from his pocket, he released
the chain from the cuffs holding her hands together. He grabbed her
arms and lifted her smoothly to her feet.

The onlookers were silent,
mesmerized. The only sound was the steady beat of some dark and
primal instrumental music.

This was Monroe’s erotic
sculpture. He always held his audience spellbound. His prints sold
for thousands of dollars. He didn’t need the money, only the sexual
eroticism from weaving the rope and creating his
masterpieces.

Zach saw Monroe’s nod, and
wound the end of Angel’s braid around his wrist, pulling her back
toward him. She was two feet away when he eased the pressure.
Monroe turned her, pulling her arms behind her back, wrist on
wrist. He began looping the strands of rope around her wrists using
a square knot to secure them before bringing the rope over her
shoulder.

He adjusted the rope over
her upper arm and continued weaving the rope around her to include
her other arm. He worked with a single-minded purpose, completely
in his zone, his eyes reflecting the intensity of what he
created.

The models lived for the
occasional smile or gentle caress while he worked. Though Angel
couldn’t see him, Monroe kissed her on the neck and shoulder,
offering comfort and praise along with low whispers in her
ear.

Zach watched as the double
strands twisted below the weight of her breast. Monroe ran his hand
beneath her breasts, straightening and then tightening the loop
around her front so her breasts pinched down together between the
strands.

Again, he tied off at her
back, and then continued crossing the rope over her shoulders and
between her breasts in an intricate pattern.

When he finished, he walked
to the side of the demonstration area and came back with two
jeweled nipple clamps. He roughly pulled Angel back to his chest
and clipped the clamps quickly on her nipples leaving a thin gold
chain dangling between the sweet swells. She gave low groans with
the pain and flinched slightly.

Zach loosened his grip on
her hair, allowing her head to drop forward in
submission.

Monroe reached up, passing
the end of the rope connected to her back through a suspension
ring. Hers was not spring-loaded, and from here on out, her
mobility would be curtailed completely. She rose to her tiptoes
when Monroe pulled the rope tight and then gave Zach a
nod.

Zach grabbed the web with
one hand and then removed his feet from the rope structure, using
his good leg to push slightly away. With the spring-loaded winch
attached to his harness loosening its tension, he moved easily,
looking almost as though he floated. He circled his other leg
around Angel’s upper body, lowering further until he could grasp
her upper arms.

He could feel the heat she
was giving off through the thin cotton of his pants. Her head
turned in his direction when she realized two people now controlled
her movement.

“It’s Master Zach,” he
whispered lowly into her ear, “and you are the food I am waiting to
devour.”

Her smile was brilliant,
sexy, and unexpected, throwing Zach for a loop. In a daze, his eyes
moved away from her soft lips and met the satisfied look on
Nathaniel’s face.

Chapter
Fifteen

Monroe tightened the
suspension rope and Angel rose to the very tips of her
toes.

Zach lifted, his arm
muscles bulging, and she rose higher until her feet were completely
off the ground. Her low painful moan caused Zach’s cock to twitch
while his hands kept her body from pitching forward. He looked over
his shoulder and gave Raul the signal to begin lifting him with the
winch.

Zach began rising from the
floor and, removed one hand from Angel to grab the web. Balanced
precariously but with amazing gracefulness, he inserted his foot
onto the web rope to further balance himself exactly where he
needed to be.

He removed one of the
skeins from his waistband, and, using one hand and his teeth,
released the knot holding the doubled strand of rope together and
let it shake loose. His job was to secure her to the top of the web
from above, while Monroe worked on her legs. He tucked the back of
her calves to her thighs, and began securing the lower part of her
body to the web.

The intricate weave took
shape, and the threads that now sprang from the front of Angel’s
body were blended into the web.

“Are you doing okay?” Zach
whispered. Since her smile, she had become almost
comatose.

The breathy reply was only
a simple, “Yes.” But the sound vibrated down Zach’s
spine.

When they finished securing
her, Zach’s eyes absorbed the beauty of her helpless form so
cunningly trapped within the prison of ropes and knots. He pulled
his body so that his far leg went over her torso and then he
straddled her. He barely noticed the twinge to his knee when his
legs bent. He ran his tongue along her throat, savoring the taste
of her flesh, then planted a series of suction kisses up toward her
hairline just behind her ear.

The soft moan she made
hardened his cock. Bringing the middle of his body forward, he
rubbed himself against her naked stomach. He wanted desperately to
take her, to possess her here and now, audience be
damned.

He knew he needed to gain
some control, so he slowly breathed in, counted silently inside his
head, and released the air from his lungs. Combat breathing came in
handy during many different scenarios, and Zach used what he
knew.

The music became more
urgent but the change in the rhythm snapped him out of his
all-consuming need to fuck Angel. He glanced in Raul’s direction
and pushed off the web. Raul adjusted the tension of the rope and
Zach’s feet landed softly on the mat.

He turned and Monroe handed
him a small round plastic ampule filled with rubbing alcohol and a
twelve-inch wooden torch with a flame burning at the top. Zach
stepped toward his captive, and took hold of the chain between her
breasts, giving a steady tug until her nipples extended, and her
moan sounded loudly for the crowd. He squeezed the ampule and
alcohol landed across her stomach to be eaten up by the flame that
glazed across her abs. Zach’s other hand came down and smothered
the flames before he aimed the alcohol at her breasts.

Her head was down and her
mouth slack. Zach could hear her heavy breathing while he played
along her body with fire. His hand went up periodically and pulled
the chain attached to the nipple clamps to gage her
reaction.

Monroe was there when Zach
finished, and he handed the implements to the master who had
allowed him to play with his creation.

It was time for Zach to
complete the picture. He focused on Raul: “Take me up.”

He rose into the air while
using the side of the web as stairs until he was again straddling
her body, this time in a higher position. Her face was at his cock
and he couldn’t help the forward tilt of his hips. She was in sub
space but not so deep her tongue didn’t come out and lick the
cotton keeping his dick from her red sexy lips.

“
Shit,”
he thought to himself. Monroe
would be fucking her later.

His hands went to her
braid and he pulled it up until he could remove the twine at the
end. With deft fingers he began unwinding the braid, and releasing
the strands of silk. He could smell a gentle hint of strawberries.
His hardening cock was painful.

At last, the braid was
unraveled. He was able to glide his hands through the length
unencumbered, and let it fall down her body. He then nodded to Raul
and felt his feet touch the mat while his hands remained sliding
through her hair.

He’d worked this scene many
times with Monroe though they used different variations with the
web; it always had the same ending. Zach couldn’t feel Monroe
nearby and he needed to be sure the next part of the scene was a
go, but Monroe had disappeared.

Zach needed the conclusion
like he needed air to breathe.

Silky hair covered her
smooth rosy pussy. He pulled the hair to the side and tucked the
weighty strands into the web so they were not in his way. His
fingers spread her lips seeing the glistening moisture that
beckoned. He used two fingers to enter her cunt and, find her
g-spot, rubbing slowly until he felt her body tense. Her breathing
turned to soft panting. With his other hand he found her clit and
pinched, squeezing tighter as he felt her hips trying to move
forward into his hands. It only took moments before she expelled
her breath and he felt the inner muscles of her pussy throb with
her climax. His mouth moved to her inner thigh, to that soft flesh
he had been dying to taste. His teeth bit into her hard.

It was her scream he
wanted, and so did their audience. He released the skin, knowing
his mark would bruise and be visible for days to come. Stepping
back, he felt his power as he watched her sob and breathe in short
soft gasps. He could hear the quiet murmurs around them. It felt
more liberating without his mask on but he couldn’t look at the
crowd; he could only stare at the exquisite beauty that his best
friend was leaving with him for an extended period of
time.

Nathaniel was a fucking
idiot.

Chapter
Sixteen

“She needs to be released
quickly and taken out of here,” Monroe said. “The room reserved for
you has a shower. Warm water will help but keep the light low for
at least an hour.”

Monroe worked on Zach’s
bindings first and then they worked in tandem unknotting the
intricate work securing Angel. The crowd didn’t begin to wander
away as they generally did, and remained unusually quiet. They
seemed to know what Zach felt deep in his soul: this scene was
special. Angel was extraordinary.

Her body was mostly limp as
he gathered her into his arms, letting Monroe unravel the remainder
of rope. When the last strand fell to the floor, Zach carried her
to the back of the club, feeling her body shiver. His knee wasn’t
even a thought as he lengthened his stride. Damian was at the
entrance to the private rooms, holding a door open for
him.