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 reser
ved 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.
“Use the phone if you need anything,” Damian said, closing the door quietly behind him.
Zach eased her down onto one of the thick floor pillows, and swiftly pulled a blanket over her trembling body. He went down beside her and gathered her fully into his lap.
Her hair was everywhere, but her body was shaking so hard he was afraid to do anything but hold her.
“I’ve got you, shhhh.” He pulled the hair from her face, stroking her gently.
Soft sobs shook her shoulders. Submissives didn’t always experience “sub drop” after a scene, but the more intense the play, the more likely they were to suffer from the sudden “drop” of adrenaline, endorphins and other hormones that play released into their body. This period of gentle aftercare was the best way to prevent or at least lessen the drop, and it was a special time for both submissive and dominant. Zach had been through it many times.
But somehow he knew this was more. He let her cry, running his palms over her skin, roaming her body. It was no longer sexual, it was reverent. Her submission as the exhibition unfolded had been incredible. She gave herself to Monroe and also to Zach without restraint. He began rocking her slowly against the pillows.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed but she continued to shake. He looked around the semi-dark room and saw a small refrigerator tucked in the cabinets.
“I’m only leaving you for a moment; I want to get you some juice in case your blood sugar is low.”
She didn’t respond but curled into a ball as he got up and crossed the room. He grabbed a bottle of orange juice and walked back over. Sitting beside her once more, he grasped the hair at the back of her head and placed the bottle to her lips.
“Drink.”
She managed a small sip, and then another. Zach was patient and didn’t care about the juice that ran from the corner of her mouth and down her chin.
“C-c-cold.”
“Okay, I’ll cover you with another blanket and then start the water in the shower.”
“D-d-d-don’t leave m-me alone.”
“Only to adjust the water and then I’ll get in the shower with you. Hold on babe, I’m not leaving you.”
The shower was a large walk-in with a bench seat. He turned on the dual shower heads, using hot water only, so the room would fill with steam. He took off his pants, peeked out the door to check on Angel, and then adjusted the temperature and turned off the light before returning to his shivering sub.
“I’m carrying you to the bathroom. Inside, it will be dark and I’ll remove your blindfold so you can be more comfortable in the shower.”
“Cold,” was all that passed her lips.
He removed the blankets and lifted her. Now they were both completely naked, and her bare skin against his was more erotic than ever. He backed into the shower so he felt the temperature first. It was slightly cool but a gradual increase in heat would be better for the still shaking woman. He sat down on the bench and cuddled her in his lap.
He reached up and adjusted the temperature; that he managed to do this without letting her body slip from his lap actually brought a grin to his face. He relaxed, and, as her shivering died away, he slid into a peaceful tranquility, rocking her in his arms once more.
“Master said you will take care of me.”
The words were so soft it took a minute for them to register.
“I feel the choice should be yours.”
“Please.”
“I would do anything for Nathaniel but I’ll gladly watch over you just for the chance to wash your hair.”
The giggle was what he wanted. “I washed it before the scene.”
“I’m afraid if we don’t put conditioner in it, the tangles will take hours to unravel.”
“Yes, you are probably right.”
The accent was slight but something nudged his subconscious for a split second and then faded with her next words.
“Do we have conditioner?”
“If you’re okay in here, I’ll check.”
“Yes.”
He placed her on her feet and made sure she could stand on her own before leaving the shower. He opened the bathroom door wide and soft light spilled in. He found the conditioner in a basket of vanity items next to one of the sinks, along with a comb. He opened the bottle and took a sniff.
“Not as pleasing as the strawberries I smelled in your hair earlier, but it’ll do.”
Her back was to him as she let the spray stream over her face. Her hands reached up and pushed the hair from her eyes as she turned toward him.
The floor dropped from under his feet.
Hooriya’s blue eyes, the eyes of his dreams, stared directly into his.
Chapter Seventeen
Zach didn’t breathe. Every sensation of her memory was clear on his face because a split second after he realized who stood before him, she turned away with quivering shoulders and cried quietly. He continued to stand staring at the long graceful line of her back and ass. It was her: his fantasy. But in the fantasy, she didn’t cry.
The breath he held escaped his lips. The items in his hands fell to the counter and his legs carried him back into the shower. His palms rested on the hair covering her shoulders. Pulling back, he molded her body to the front of his and drew in a deep breath, let it out, and then closed his eyes. Fuck.
Grazing her ear with his lips, “Don’t cry.”
His words released a torrent of gut retching sobs and he held on, keeping her tightly wrapped in his arms, the warm water cascading over them both. He offered comfort but anger, apathy, longing, and just the unbelievable feeling that this was a dream cascaded through his thoughts. Monroe knew. Somehow, someway, he found Hooriya because of Zach.
And she was Monroe’s slave. Fuck, fuck.
Zach didn’t know if he was physically capable of killing Monroe but he would damn sure try. She was a victim, vulnerable and emotionally scarred. How could she not be?
The up and down motion of her shoulders slowed and then the tense muscles in her back relaxed against him. His arms loosened and came up, turning her around. Her eyes were red but the deep blue crystals sparkled just as they had the night he met her.
“I’m sorry.”
Those beautiful eyes dropped.
“Why are you sorry?”
“Master should have told you.”
“Yes, Master should have, but I’ll settle that with him. How did he find you?”
“He saved me.” Her head stayed down.
It was better this way; he sank into those eyes, unable to think straight. “How did he save you?”
“They sent some of us home to family but others, like me, had nowhere to go.”
“What about your family?”
“I had no family who would take me, so I was placed with one of the other women. We were given identities, counseling, and assistance but everything was new to us. Ifrah was not half-caste and it was difficult for her. She went away.” Her voice grew quieter until the last words were difficult for him to hear. “She left me alone.”
“And?” Zach needed to know how Monroe found her.
“I had never been alone. Master found me. I went to sleep. When I woke I was at his home.”
Zach would kill him slowly, painfully. He knew the bastard drugged her and N
athaniel Monroe needed to die.
Zach opened his eyes, not even realizing they had closed with the pain of his thoughts. Her worried gaze was glued to his, breaking his heart further.
“I love him.” She said it simply but with so much longing on her face. The love she felt was there; pleading for understanding while she stared back at him, not looking away this time. He couldn’t help but think of the look on Monroe’s face when he told Zach he loved her. His need for violence melted away.
His thoughts returned to exactly what she was to Monroe and his shifting emotions snapped back to anger. “He cares for his slave. Is that what you want?”
“Yes. I will please my master.”
“I don’t think you know what you want. It’s been little more than two years since I found you.” Zach realized he was taking responsibility for rescuing her because thoughts of her were the last thing he saw in his mind each night before falling asleep. In his dreams she was always his.
“Thank you for rescuing me.”
“I was doing my job but Nathaniel has no right to you.” Now that sounded possessive as hell even to his ears.
“I owe my life to you both.”
Hell, she and Monroe deserved each other, but Zach was not becoming part of this dynamic. He couldn’t. Monroe could find someone else to stay with her if he really had to leave. Zach’s hand went to the water nozzle. “We’re getting out and I’m…talking to Monroe.”
Her hand rose uncertainly to her tangled mass of hair.
“Well, fuck,” he muttered. It would be quite a task to separate and smooth the snarled strands, and he found himself longing to help her do it.
Her shoulders slumped with his words and her eyes lowered.
“Let me get the conditioner,” he said, more gruffly than he intended, “and I’ll take care of your hair.”
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