Two Doms For Angel

by Holly Roberts

  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.

  “Do I need to carry you to my den or do you think you can walk?”

  Zach didn’t bother answering. His leg came down and he stood.

  Hard-muscled strength embraced him in a hug.

  “It’s good to see you, my friend.”

  “I appreciate you coming to the hospital,” Zach said gruffly, “even if I wasn’t in a talkative mood.”

  “I’m surprised you even remember.”

  “How could I forget waking up and seeing your ugly mug?”

  “And to think I’ve been worried about you.” Monroe led the way through the house but walked at a slower than usual
pace.

  Zach noticed but let Monroe get away with coddling him. After the long drive, he was man enough to admit he overdid it. He wanted to be semi-normal for the show the following evening.

  They entered the den and Monroe pulled out an ottoman. “Pants off.”

  “You have such a lovely bedside manner, Nate.”

  “And you’re loopy even before the pill takes effect. That’s how I know you’re in pain.”

  Monroe walked away and Zach removed his pants. He leaned back in the overstuffed chair, letting his eyelids lower, and waited for the devil to do his worst. He heard the door open and then close but didn’t bother opening his eyes.

  Heat, almost too hot, settled over his injury. He inhaled sharply but didn’t move and was actually too tired to continue with his smart ass comments. Just when the heat began to feel good, it disappeared. Oiled hands began soothing into the muscles and tendons around his knee.

  “The swelling should have improved after three months. You haven’t been obeying doctor’s orders. Don’t even try to deny it.”

  “Uhh.”

  The velvet laugh that Zach occasionally heard in his dreams rumbled from Monroe’s throat. The hands continued their magic and Zach lost himself in the memory of the first time Monroe rubbed him down with oil. It wasn’t a memory he could easily forget.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Damn it, Zachery, stop flexing. You continue to tighten your muscles and the rope loosens when you relax. The binding can cause just as much damage when it’s too loose as it can when it’s too tight. Do you need me to explain everything again?”

  “Fuck you, get me out of this.”

  “Hold on. Sara, I’m unbinding you first. I’m sorry, my love, but as you can see I have an unwilling hostage.”

  Zach gritted his teeth while the rope was coming off Sara’s body. He did understand the mechanics but he was having trouble and didn’t know quite how to deal with it.

  Monroe helped Sara sit up and took a minute to give her a kiss and rub the marks on her skin, making sure her blood was flowing with the least amount of pain.

  He stood her up on the floor. “I want everyone out. Zach and I need to discuss a few things.”

  Monroe didn’t sound happy but that was too fucking bad. Zach’s position kept him from seeing everyone hustle from the room, but he could hear their feet beat a hasty retreat. A hand tightened in his hair and his head came up. He was looking into the piercing eyes of Nathaniel Monroe: specialized killer, artist, and sexual deviate extraordinaire.

  “You think I don’t know the problem, but I do. What’s your safe word, Zach?”

  “I don’t have a fucking safe word. I’m not a sub.”

  “You think you need to be a sub to have a safe word?”

  Monroe’s laugh zinged along Zach’s skin and made his teeth clench tighter. “Would. You. Mind. Untying. Me.”

  “Yes, I mind. Your safe word is red.”

  “What the fuck is this all about?”

  “I’ll let your filthy language go for now because we have other work to do.” Monroe walked away, opened a cabinet, and then returned to Zach.

  But instead of facing Zach, Monroe moved around behind him. For a moment nothing happened, and Zach was confused. Then he felt a warm, oily palm touch the skin of his back. Zach’s entire body jumped.

  “You were raised by liberal, worldly parents but you joined the Marines and fell for all the ‘Gays don’t belong in the military propaganda.’ I don’t think of myself as gay, but I told you I love the human body, both male and female. You are tightening your muscles because I am touching you and you believe the touch of a man shouldn’t feel good.”

  Monroe’s hands began kneading the muscles of Zach’s back.

  “If you were a professional athlete, a man would be working out your kinks and doing exactly what I’m doing. You wouldn’t have a problem with it and would just enjoy the sensation. But, you’re not a professional athlete and I’m not a masseuse, so we have a problem. The women who model for me place their power in my hands. They submit fully to my will. That was not our deal and I didn’t think I really needed your submission.”

  “I won’t submit to you.”

  “No, I don’t think you will but you can learn to trust me. If we were in a life and death situation, would you trust me to have your back?”

  Zach’s breathing had picked up as the assault on his muscles continued, but he was listening to Monroe’s words. “Yes.”

  “I’m asking you to trust me here, right now. You have a safe word, I won’t go farther than you allow but for this to work, you cannot be timid about my touch.”

  His hands began moving over Zach’s body, and Zach couldn’t help his indrawn breath when Monroe’s hands touched his thighs.

  “While I am working, my headspace is completely in the scene. In battle, we train to alleviate tunnel vision. I’ve become quite good at looking around me when I’m in danger but with Shibari; the rope, the model, and the binding become a tunnel for me. I don’t fight my erection. I never try to hide it.”

  His hands continued their journey down Zach’s legs and then began to massage the tops of his feet after adding oil.

  “There will come a time when my cock rubs against you. I don’t expect you to particularly enjoy it, but, it’s only an extension of my body while I work. I think I can overlook your hard-on in the same manner. If there ever comes a time you would be interested in experienceing a woman with me it will probably make it easier for you to ignore a simple fact of life. I’m continually judging a sub’s condition and limits. You are not a sub and I don’t know yours. From what I saw when you were facing death, you may not have the usual limits.”

  His warm hands traveled back up Zach’s legs and then went to the black silk underwear and stilled. “You need to trust that I will always stop, Zach.” His fingers went under the elastic of the leg and grazed against the tight sack of Zach’s balls.

  “Red.” Zach said with relief.

  The hand left immediately.

  “Yes, red and it stops. I will put you into some tight bindings for my art, mostly securing you to the subs. I will touch you.” The loops of the rope began unwrapping. “I will ask you to be completely nude when you are ready, but I will never betray your trust. Zach. This will not work if you cringe when my fingers graze your body. Get used to it.”

  When the ropes came off, Zach sat up and placed his head down into his hands, resting them on his knees. “How did you know what was bothering me?”

  “Oh, Zachery, I knew we would have this problem before I ever requested you model for me. You need to ask Sara about dominance and submission tonight. Let her guide you. I want you attending the models when my work is done. There is nothing sexier than a woman when a scene is finished and she’s still in that blissful headspace of submission. I’m talking about when the scene is over, and the sex is over. We call it ‘aftercare.’ It’s the time a sub needs and craves, to be held lovingly, to be praised and petted, and allowed a safe place to come fully back to herself. When possible, I will always release your bindings first, and then I want you to unbind the sub. You will need to touch her body, praise her beauty, and give of yourself. This is a work in progress for me. It’s something I’ve dreamed about, but all the rough edges are not yet polished. That’s the amazing thing about art. It’s always changing.”

  ***

  Zach’s mind drifted away while Monroe worked out the stiff muscles surrounding his knee. His touch hadn’t caused a problem since that day, and, for months after he left Monroe that first time, he actually missed the interaction.

  As the years and their relationship continued, Zach finally admitted to himself that he loved Nathaniel Monroe. He loved his art; his willingness to teach an arrogant young Jarhead to control his dominance; and he loved the man himself. He was a part of Zach’s life, but much more than a father. Accepting the love was easy, but knowing how to define it was much harder.

  Zack let out a gr
oan when the ice pack landed on his knee.

  He opened his eyes and saw Monroe wiping his hands on a towel.

  “I am not your doctor, nor your physical therapist, so don’t expect me to put up with your shit when it comes to your leg.”

  “You actually said ‘shit,’” Zach laughed. “In all the years I’ve known you, it’s only the second time I’ve heard you swear.”

  Monroe ignored him.

  “You’ll sign a medical waiver tomorrow, and we’ll get your medical records. I’ll have Stephens begin physical therapy with you.”

  “Is there anything Stephens can’t do?”

  “Not that I’ve discovered. That’s why I pay him so well.”

  “So tell me about Angel?”

  Zach noticed Monroe’s hesitation before he finally spoke.

  “Angel is part of the reason I needed you here. You’ll meet her tomorrow night at the Club. She’s an amazing sub and Shibari model. She’s also my slave.”

  The silence hung in the air.

  “A slave? Why?”

  “It’s more complicated than I’m prepared to go into right now but I need you to stay with her for a few weeks while I’m out of the country. She’s quite unique and comes from an exceptional set of circumstances. As I asked once many years before, I need you to withhold your answer until you meet her, and to trust me.”

  “Is there a reason I’m not meeting her tonight?”

  “Yes, though you won’t like that answer either. She’s being punished.”

  Zach’s jaw tightened. He had been in the lifestyle for many years but when it came down to it, he played around the edges. Hardcore sadism and masochism wasn’t his thing. He enjoyed administering a little pain with pleasure and loved the eroticism of bondage. But he knew Monroe went for some of the extremes but Zach didn’t think 24/7 slavery was Monroe’s style any more than it was his.

  He gave Monroe a direct stare. “At some point in our relationship, the Wookie debt will be paid in full.”

  Monroe smiled, causing the stern muscles in his face to soften.