Mistress Angelique

by Justus Roux

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  Angelique sat out in the garden. She had run out here, the episode with Bazil really upset her and she needed a minute to gather herself. God knows she couldn’t let her males see her like this, or worse Dante.

  Her eyes took in the beauty of the flower gardens. She slowly walked out to the middle of the fragrant flowers. Her mind drifted back to when she was at Dante’s Mansion. She loved his flower gardens; it was the one place for solace.

  “I love you, Angelique.” Dante knelt down behind her in the gardens. She felt his strong arms circle her pulling her close to the heat of his body. “From this day on you are my Mistress, not my slave.”

  Angelique’s eyes watered remembering the most precious moment of her life. “Dante.” She whispered wrapping her arms around herself.

  “What is wrong, Angelique?”

  She quickly wiped the tears away upon hearing Dante’s voice. “Just looking for a quiet moment.”

  “You are a poor liar, Mistress.” Dante sat down on the ground next to her. “Tell me.”

  “I am feeling insecure at the moment.” She turned from him. “I don’t want you seeing me like this.”

  “Angelique.” Dante said softly pulling her to him. “If a woman as strong as you feels insecure something is terribly wrong. Let me fix it.”

  “Dante.” She looked deep into his gray eyes; the way the light sparkled in them filled her heart. “You care more for Bazil.” She lowered her eyes almost feeling ashamed to admit such a thing.

  “Ah, now we get to what is bothering you.” He lifted her eyes back to his. “No one is more precious to me than you are.”

  “Then give up Bazil.” Her heart froze seeing the anger flicker in his eyes.

  “You dare to test me.” He stood and started to stomp out of the garden.

  “No, wait!!” Angelique quickly caught up to him. Her body trembling, her stomach queasy at the mere thought of his displeasure. “I am sorry.” She grabbed his arm. “So very sorry, of course I won’t dream of testing you.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest. “Are you angry with me?” Her voice trembled.

  “Yes.” He coldly stated.

  “Please forgive me.” She hugged him tighter.

  “I came out here to talk to you and I found you in pain. My only thought was to heal that pain.”

  “And you have, now let me squelch your anger. “

  “Bazil told me about your conversation with him. I didn’t want to believe him, but now I have no choice but to.”

  “Tell me how to make this better, you are everything to me.”

  “And you are my everything.”

  “Dante, I am sorry.” He felt her tears dampen his chest.

  “Then stop acting like a jealous bitch and act like my Angelique. I will not prove my love for you, do you understand me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Don’t cry for it pains me.”

  She looked up at his face, his eyes were dancing again, relief flooded her body. His hand gently wiped the tears from her face. “I love you Dante.”

  “And I you, now come make love to me in the flower bed.” He smiled down at her. “Just like we did back at my Mansion.”

  She took his hand and led him to the middle of the flower garden where they made love and then lay there just holding each other.

  Chapter 12

  Bazil entered the playground, Marcus had instructed him to come here. After angering Dante for daring to speak ill of his Mistress he didn’t want to cause anymore riffs by protesting Angelique’s gift, although his mind raced for motive of course.

  He smiled at Aurora when she greeted him at the door. “Hello, Bazil.” She quietly said.

  “Hello Aurora, what is going on?” He looked over all the beautiful women who were smiling so seductively at him.

  “We are to pleasure you.” Aurora grabbed his hand and brought him to the middle of the room. “Please lay down.” She arranged the pillows making him as comfortable as possible.

  “You are beautiful.” Trina purred rubbing her hand over his smooth hard chest.

  “That is quite a complement seeing how beauty is all around me.” Bazil’s eyes trying to drink in all the women.

  “Your hair is so soft.” Adrian ran her fingers through his hair.

  “May I remove your pants?” Siclena unbuttoned his leather pants and begun pulling them off.

  “What is your pleasure?” Hera sucked at his fingers.

  “Whatever you ladies do will be pleasurable.” Brent watched a beautiful red-headed woman take his cock into her mouth. All the other women licked, kissed and sucked at whatever part of his body they were near. Another ran her hands through his hair and Aurora kissed him deeply running her hands down his chest.

  Bazil didn’t know where his stamina came from, but he managed to fuck every last one of them. Their hands, lips, hair and bodies pleasured him in ways that he would remember for quite some time to come. He laid there completely sate.

  “Rest, Bazil.” Aurora laid her head on his chest and the others arranged themselves so they could touch him somehow. He laid his head on Trina’s soft-full breasts as she played with strands of his hair. Soon all fell asleep.

  ***

  “Where is my Bazil?” Dante’s voice rumbled through his chambers.

  “Mistress granted him use of the playground, Master.” Stavros knelt down beside him.

  Dante looked down at one of Angelique’s favorites. He preferred that Stavros and Raven stayed away from him. Knowing his Angelique she pampered those two as she would him. And as much as he hated to admit it, well it pissed him off.

  “Tell me where would Angelique keep slaves meant for Yves?”

  “They usually stay in Yves’ room. If there is a particular one you want I will get them for you.”

  “I will go myself.”

  “If I may speak Master?”

  “Oh why not.”

  “You don’t really want to go into Yves’ room, he is…well…a real weird kind of person.”

  “Really, then have Brent fetch a man named Jarvis for me.”

  “Yes Master.” Stavros had a puzzled look on his face, why would Master send a newbie into Yves’ room. But still he was relieved he didn’t have to do it.

  “I will be in the playground, have Brent leave Jarvis here.”

  “Yes Master.” Dante watched Stavros leave then headed to the playground.

  “Master.” The guards moved out of the way and let him enter the playground. Dante smiled seeing Bazil surrounded by all of the beautiful women.

  “Aurora.” Dante shook her gently.

  “Master.” Aurora quickly got up on her knees in front of him.

  “Come.” Dante went over to one of the beds and sat down.

  She hurried over to the bed then fell to her knees again. “What is your pleasure, Master?”

  “Stand up.” She quickly rose up. He pulled her to him, his mouth latched onto her erect nipple. He gently suckled on her as his hands cupped her ass.

  “You may touch me.” Dante said still keeping her nipple in his mouth.

  She ran her hands over his broad shoulders, she gasped when he licked under her breast then taking some of her fullness into his mouth, sucking, kissing and licking. She closed her eyes and grabbed the back of his head pulling him closer to him. His groan made her pussy grow wetter. His touches were gentle, his mouth hungry as he tasted every inch of her breasts. His hands kneaded her ass as his mouth explored.

  “Let me pleasure you Master.” She yelped when he smacked her ass.

  “Shh, I want to taste you.”

  “Sorry Master.” Her body burned for his, her mouth hunger to taste, her hands eager to touch. She felt his wet tongue travel down her stomach. He lifted her up so now she was standing on the bed. He pulled her pussy down to his eager tongue. She held onto his head to steady herself. His tongue felt so good as he bathe all of her pussy.

  “Master…” She quickly grew
silent when he slapped her ass again.

  Hera watched Dante pleasure Aurora. Anger filled her. Dante never treated her like that; she had only tasted his whip or having her ass impaled by his big cock. She made a note to tell Mistress about this. Yes, this would surely spark her jealousy.

  Dante threw Aurora onto the bed. He removed his pants and crawled up her body. “Spread your legs wide, Aurora.”

  “Yes Master.” Her body quivered, her pussy dripped wanting his cock in her, knowing it was about to happen and him deliberately making her wait.

  She bit her lip when he entered her. “Shh, not a sound.” Dante whispered into her ear as he buried his cock to the hilt in her. “I don’t want to wake my Bazil.”

  “Yes, Master.” She ran her hand down his back as he rutted. Her orgasm was so intense it took every ounce of discipline she possessed not to cry out from it. He grunt and growled as he laid more of his weight on her. Aurora enjoyed when he did this, she could feel every muscle of his hard body against her, feel the heat of his body, smell his musk and hear his pleasure. When he stopped and shuttered she knew he had came. He laid there with his cock still buried to the hilt in her.

  “Master.” She couldn’t help but purr into his ear.

  “Very good Aurora.” He rolled off her and sat up.

  “Thank you Master.”

  Chapter 13

  Brent paused at the door to Yves’ room. Stavros told him he was ordered to get Jarvis and bring him to Dante’s room. Brent saw it as a chance to talk with Dante, maybe convince the big man to leave with Bazil. Brent pounded on the door but there was no answer. Stavros did say Yves might be with Angelique. Brent turned the door knob and was relieved that the door wasn’t locked, he could grab Jarvis and…

  Brent just stood there as his eyes tried to drink in what they saw. Straight ahead of him was a man chained up to the wall; he wore thigh-high stockings and a long brown-haired woman’s wig. Off to the side was another man sitting naked in a cage and off to the other side was Jarvis, he had on a silky short dress, high-heels, full makeup and was chained to a chair. All the men had blank stares on their faces. The smell of perfume was heavy in the room. Yves’ bed was large and had all sorts of handcuffs hanging down all around it.

  Brent walked over to the large vanity; it was loaded with all sorts of make-up, wigs, and perfumes. Beside it on the wall were several whips, crops and various other sexual aides.

  “Brent.” Jarvis quietly said as if his voice couldn’t go any louder.

  “Jarvis…” Brent looked at the cuffs that kept Jarvis hooked to the chair. Brent caught glimpse of the restraints that were meant to tie someone to the ground. “Where are the keys?”

  “I don’t know.” Jarvis looked to the ground. He looked like a woman more so than the other two in the room.

  “Well, flea come for a visit?” Yves’ called out.

  “I am to take Jarvis to Master Dante.” Brent immediately stood up to face the strange man.

  “Isn’t he beautiful?” Yves grabbed a tube of lipstick from the vanity and carefully applied it to Jarvis’ lips. “I want him to get his lipstick all over my cock.” Yves stood up and began to unzip his pants.

  “Do you really want to keep Dante waiting?” Brent stated.

  “Maybe, I should dress you up like a doll.” Yves licked his lips and move in on Brent. “Oh, yes…mmmm, ride that tight little ass of yours.”

  “You come one step closer and the only thing you will feel is my foot slamming into your balls.”

  Yves started to laugh, then in one quick movement unhooked Jarvis. “I want my Barbie doll back.” Yves growled and latched onto Jarvis’ arm.

  “Come on Jarvis.” Brent pulled him from Yves and quickly exited the room. He thank God that Yves wasn’t there when he first got there, who the hell knows what visions of depravity would have been locked in his mind.

  “I can’t go to Dante like this.” Jarvis stopped and leaned up against the wall.

  “Okay we can stop at your quarters.”

  “Thank you.” Jarvis couldn’t look up.

  “I will not think differently of you Jarvis. I know this is not what you wanted.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Bring him to Master Dante now.” Marcus boomed.

  “He wants to change, what harm would it do.” Brent put Jarvis behind him.

  “You are annoying; Mistress should just throw you out or take you to the dungeon. Now go to Master Dante, before I drag you to the dungeon myself.” Marcus escorted both men to Dante’s chambers; he knew Brent would defy orders otherwise.

  Marcus pounded on the door then stepped away. “Come in.”

  “Don’t keep him waiting, stupid, unless you like the sting of leather.” Marcus turned and walked away.

  Brent opened the door and entered. Jarvis stayed behind him trying desperately to hide himself. “You can go Brent.” Dante sat down on the bed.

  “I wish to have a word with you.”

  “We will see, come here Jarvis.” Dante was shocked briefly looking upon the way Jarvis was dressed up. “Well, when Yves said he wanted to dress you like a doll, damn…he literally meant it.” Dante stood up and walked over to Jarvis. “Go get that shit off, it disgust me.” Dante pushed him toward the bathroom. “Put Bazil’s robe on and get the fuck back out here.”

  “Yes Master.”

  “Yves, you sick fucker.” Dante grumbled as he went back to the bed. “You still here.” He said looking over to Brent.

  “Yeah, I want to talk to you about Bazil.”

  “What about my Bazil?” Dante laid down on his bed.

  “You should get him out of here.”

  “Why?”

  “Your Mistress is liable to have him hurt.”

  “You will not speak ill of my Mistress.” Dante stretched out. “Tell me, Brent do you suck cock as good as your brother does?”

  “Shut up!” Brent growled.

  Dante sat up. “You dare speak to me like that. Now get over here and suck my cock.”

  “I fucking don’t think so. Cock is not on my menu.”

  “I can make it an acquired taste for you if you don’t mind your tongue around me.” Dante laid back down. “Now go.”

  “Get Bazil out of here, before he gets hurt!!” Brent was quickly losing his temper, his one big character flaw.

  “No one would dare hurt Bazil. Since you won’t leave then sit down over there and watch.”

  “You are too arrogant, if Bazil gets hurt…”

  “Then who ever the stupid fucker who did it would pay dearly.” Dante watched as Marcus entered the room. “Angelique has trained you well. Tie that fucker to the chair.”

  Dante smiled watching Brent struggle against the much larger Marcus. After several attempts Marcus finally managed to tie Brent to the chair. Brent watched as Jarvis came out of the bathroom, he had removed all the make up and wig and wore only Bazil’s white robe.

  “Come here.” Dante growled. Jarvis hurried over to him and quickly fell to his knees.

  “What is your pleasure, Master.” Jarvis kept his eyes turned to the ground.

  Dante pulled off his pants and laid back down on the bed. “Suck my cock.”

  “Yes, Master.” Jarvis climbed on the bed and quickly took Dante’s cock into his mouth.

  “You are too eager.” Dante pulled his cock from Jarvis’ mouth and pushed his face down to his balls. Jarvis immediately began lapping at Dante’s balls. “Now suck my cock.” Jarvis quickly latched his mouth back onto Dante’s cock. The loud slurping noises filled the room. Dante looked over to Brent and saw him looking at the floor.

  “Watch him suck my cock.” Dante grabbed a handful of Jarvis’ hair.

  “I don’t fucking think so.” Brent kept his eyes glued to the floor.

  “Watch.” Dante growled.

  “I will fucking puke if I do.” Brent fought with the restraints.

  “I know what will be so much more delicious.” Dante smiled. “Hurry up and g
et me off.” He thrusts his cock violently into Jarvis’ mouth causing him to gag. He shoved his whole cock down Jarvis’ throat as his cum spurted from his cock. Jarvis gagged and fought to pull his head up, Dante held his head tightly against him. “Fight all you want you little bastard. Drain my fucking cock.” Dante thrust two more times then release Jarvis’ head. “Go get Bazil.”

  “Yes Master.” Jarvis quickly obeyed.

  Dante climbed out of bed still nude and walked over to Brent. “Tell you what Brent. You can watch Bazil suck my cock. Maybe then you will believe how much your brother desires me.”

  “You sick fucker.”

  “Why would you say that?”

  “I wouldn’t want to watch my brother make love to a woman and I sure as hell don’t want to watch him….”

  “Suck my cock.” Dante emphasized every word into Brent’s ear.

  “Master you summoned me.” Bazil walked in.

  “Yes, come here my Bazil. You whatever your name was go away.” Dante glanced over to Jarvis. “Mmmm, Bazil.” Dante ran his hand through Bazil’s hair.

  Bazil looked down at Brent. “Master, must he be tied up like this?”

  “Yes, now come to bed.”

  Bazil saw Brent struggle violently against his restraints. “Master, it doesn’t feel right having Brent tied up like that.” Bazil ran his hand up Dante’s chest his lips followed the path his hand made. “Please, Dante….” Bazil ran kisses down Dante’s neck. “I want to enjoy giving you pleasure….” He licked Dante’s lips. “and with him there I won’t be able to…..mmmm.” He let his tongue circle Dante’s ear. “do all those…’ Bazil licked his lips and gazed directly into Dante’s eyes. “nasty things you love.”

  Dante growled and pulled Bazil to him kissing him deeply. He rolled over and hit a button and within seconds Marcus was in the room. “What is it Master?”

  “Put him in the closet.” Dante pulled Bazil back to him and continued their heated kiss.

  Marcus pulled Brent into the closet and shut the door. He couldn’t see anything but he could still hear. Dante had to know this, that fucking bastard. Brent pulled violently on the restraints.