“Sometimes he terrifies me.”
Zach stopped walking.
“He would never harm you outside of the boundaries he sets.”
“I know that, but his thoughts are so controlled and I wonder what would happen if he lost it.”
“That’s not something anyone wants to see.”
Zach knew Monroe held himself on a tight leash, but he protected those he loved. Zach had no worries for Angel. It was what might happen with Angel in the middle that worried Zach.
***
The day passed quickly. Before the sun went down, they dressed for the dinner with Damian and Lydia. Zach put on jeans and a black buttoned-down shirt, which he left hanging loose.
Angel looked unsure when she walked into his room wearing another set of flowing pants and top, with her hair covered.
“You look beautiful.” Her relieved smile made his cock tighten and his jeans uncomfortable. “Once we’re inside Damian’s apartment would you be willing to uncover your hair?”
“If that is what you wish.”
“Will it keep you from enjoying yourself?”
“No, I do not think so.”
“Then that, my beautiful damsel, is what I wish.”
***
He resisted the temptation to hold her hand during the drive, but only because he needed to shift the Mustang. His craving for touch wasn’t diminishing and he only made it halfway to their destination before he grabbed her hand and placed it on his leg.
“Leave it there.” It was a command. Thank goodness he had loose cotton pants in his club bag. If they played, he would change first.
He dropped his bag in Monroe’s suite and then turned to Angel.
He removed the long scarf from her face and neck. Placing a gentle kiss on her nose, he straightened her hair and turned to walk out the door.
Spending time with Monroe had made the world of the rich and famous less intimidating for Zach. Over the years, his friendship with Damian, the club’s owner, had grown, but he barely knew Lydia. The active community grapevine rumored she wielded a mean whip. Her dominant behavior might be fine for Damian, but Zach preferred a gentle, less bossy sub, though it wasn’t taking long for Angel to feel comfortable enough to test her brat limits.
He wouldn’t lie to himself; he loved every minute. It was one of the reasons he never considered a 24/7 slave. He wanted a woman to submit but he also wanted them to stand up to him on occasion.
His thoughts made him stop walking. Grabbing the hair he’d just groomed, he pulled her close and thoroughly kissed her hungry mouth. Pulling away, he was satisfied with her swollen, just-kissed appearance. She was his, and he wanted to make sure everyone knew it.
Dinner was wonderful and seeing Angel holding little Abigail tightened the muscles in his chest.
“She’s beautiful.” Angel smiled down at the baby who stared back with inch-long curly red hair and wide blue eyes.
“She’s finally getting to the stage where she recognizes us.” Lydia moved in closer and tickled the baby’s chin. Her reward was a big toothless smile. “She’s acting fine with you but she’s tends to cry if someone holds her besides me or Damian. Raul doesn’t count because we know he’s her favorite.”
Lydia laughed, letting them know she didn’t mind that her child adored Raul, Lydia’s submissive-turned-nanny.
“Raul’s been a lifesaver.” Damian broke in.
“Is Raul spending the evening in the club?” Zach kept his voice neutral.
“No, Raul is having man trouble,” Lydia replied in much too-cutesy baby talk, “and he’s actually out on a date. He’ll be sorry he missed you.”
“Too bad I’m taken,” Zach teased. “Raul needs to look elsewhere if his new boyfriend doesn’t work out.”
“He told me long ago that you were unavailable,” Lydia’s voice lilted suggestively over the word as she smiled slyly, “as his dom.”
“I have no problem taking a flogger to his ass,” Zach smiled, “but the redness left behind just doesn’t do it for me.”
His eyes looked straight into Angel’s and she blushed, causing Damian and Lydia to laugh.
“Are you playing in the club tonight?” Damian asked.
Zach saw the panic seep into Angel’s eyes and he let her off the hook.
“No, we’re returning to Monroe’s house, but another time soon, I promise.”
“Have you heard from him?”
“No, but he should be back in a week or two.”
“It’s time for Abigail to go down,” Lydia announced. “She’ll be a bear tomorrow if she doesn’t get her sleep.”
Angel gave the baby a gentle kiss on the forehead and passed her to her mother. A short time later, they all said their goodbyes.
Chapter Twenty-eight
The ride home was quiet until Angel spoke up.
“Thank you.”
“What for?”
“For not making me attend the club.”
“Does Monroe force you to go?”
“Only for punishment.”
Zach’s hands tightened on the steering wheel.
“Why would he make you do something that is obviously a hard limit for you?”
Silence was his answer.
“I won’t take you to the club for punishment but I don’t think you’ll enjoy the ones I’ll give you. I asked a question.”
“He does not enjoy hurting me and needs other punishments.”
That caused Zach to choke out a laugh.
“The man is a sadist! Believe me, he loves causing you pain.”
“He doesn’t mind causing me pain if it’s mixed with pleasure,” she explained. “But for punishment, he doesn’t like hurting me.”
The statement made Zach think about Monroe. From the first night when Angel was made to stay in their room as punishment, Zach had found the behavior odd for the sadistic dom. Zach had never known him to be attached to any of his models outside of his work, and Monroe’s control was legendary.
Zach had seen him work for hours without sexual release. He suffered through models taking care of Zach’s needs if it interfered with Monroe’s art. It wasn’t that Monroe didn’t have erections; he just ignored them for long periods of time. Zach shook his head and snapped his thoughts away from Monroe’s erection. What the hell was he going to do about Angel when his friend returned? Zach was afraid his friendship wouldn’t survive.
They were both tired by the time they arrived home.
“Do you wish me to await you in the playroom, sir?”
“No, I want you in bed. I’m having a drink and then I’ll be up.”
“Yes, sir.”
The bourbon was smooth and helped to settle his nerves. Seeing Angel holding a baby, made him want to stomp his foot and cry out that his biological clock was ticking. If that wasn’t gay, he didn’t know what was.
He couldn’t lose her. But, could he share?
His steps were heavy as he made his way up to the room. He knew she was lying naked beneath the sheet. It would be a long night. He wasn’t going to back down from his promise even if it killed him, and it just might.
Turning off the light, he crawled in beside her, not quite touching.
He kissed her head. “Go to sleep.”
It was an hour before he began drifting off and, unable to resist, he pulled her close. A very light tremble shook her body and snapped him out of his sleepiness. He turned the light on and looked closely.
Curled up tightly, silent tears trailed down her cheeks.
Gathering her up, he pulled her fully against his chest. “Shhh, no tears.”
“I’m sorry I disappointed you.”
“Why do you think you disappointed me?”
“I didn’t want to go to the club.”
“I’m not angry or disappointed.”
“But you don’t wish to touch me.”
“No, I want to touch you too much! I’ll never make you go to the club or punish you for not wanting to.”
“Then why are you punishing me?”
“It wasn’t exactly a punishment, but I told you we would play tomorrow.”
“I am not a child!”
“No, you’re not.” His hand went to her breast and squeezed. His fingers took hold of her nipple, adding pressure and then rolling the hard nub between his fingers.
She inhaled sharply, then, released her breath.
“If I only serve you and I don’t find my release, that will be punishment.”
“So you don’t like touching me and sucking my cock?” He pulled a mockingly stern face, then couldn’t help smiling.
“Oh, no! I love touching you! I love sucking your cock!”
“Then how would it be punishment?”
“Well, umm, it is.”
He had to laugh. Anytime she brought up sex it surprised him. She was such a contradiction of modest innocence and sensual goddess.
“I have an idea,” he smiled.
“Yes, sir?”
“Let’s try slightly kinky vanilla.”
“Vanilla?”
“Yes, I’ll show you.”
He laid her back against the soft sheets and then proceeded to kiss, lick, and nip every inch of flesh on her chest without touching her breasts. She made little sweet gasping sounds but it was obvious pain took her closer to the edge. Reaching over, he a removed a condom and nipple clamps from the bedside drawer. Clipping them on tightly, his reward was her accelerated breathing. Rolling, he brought her on top of his body.
“Sit up and put the condom on me.”
Her heavy braid fell across his chest and he began unfurling the strands. Wave after wave surrounded them when he completed the task. He lifted her so she was fully on her knees and then placed his cock at the entrance of her slit, which was wet and waiting for him.
“I want you to ride me hard. Now.”
She tried to take his cock slowly but he grasped her hips and pulled down.
“Hard,” he growled.
He grabbed the sheet and mattress cover beneath him so his hands wouldn’t interfere. Her pinched nipples bounced and her pussy greedily sucked in his cock. Sections of hair fell over his hands and he held on. Her rhythm increased and her palms landed on his chest, her nails digging into his flesh.
It felt so damn good!
The little sounds she made grew louder. He released the nipple clamps and her pussy tightened. Grabbing the nape of her neck, he rolled their bodies. Her legs wrapped around his back, pressing him to drive his cock in again and again until his balls tightened and finally his orgasm took over.
Breathing hard, he removed the spent condom and laid it on the dresser before turning off the light. “That, my dear, was a little bit of kink and vanilla.”
“Will you punish me again, sir?”
“I have plenty of ways to punish you but it will depend just how naughty you can be.”
“I’ll think of ways.”
“Do it tomorrow, you need sleep tonight.”
“Yes, sir.”
Chapter Twenty-nine
Another week passed. They cooked, walked, and talked about everything under the sun. She loved old movies which were all new to her. He loved watching the many emotions that would cross her face and then he would wipe the tears away when she cried.
He performed maintenance on his old Mustang and she wore her short shorts while being his gopher. He ended up fucking her on the hood of the car and then trying out a few other classics that Monroe coveted. The lines between dom and submissive eased when they were out of the house and those special times were a chance to learn more about who she really was and see inside her beautiful, intelligent mind.
Saturday night he made reservations for dinner to get them out of the house for a while.
“No underwear,” he told her. “But you may cover your hair.”
“I’ll braid it but leave it uncovered.” Her impish smile promised trouble.
It wasn’t her hair, or her lack of underwear but her foot that continued to drive him wild. He grabbed the teasing appendage under the table. “Behave!”
“Yes, sir.” Her toes wiggled.
“You will be standing to eat tomorrow if you continue.”
He let go of her foot and it slid along his crotch while she twirled her hair around one finger and then ran her tongue over her lips.
“I promise the burn will last for a week.”
She looked straight into his eyes as she said, “Yes, sir.”
God, he loved her.
***
They pulled up into the driveway and he grabbed her hair as soon as he shut off the engine. “In the playroom, naked, over the spanking bench. If you disobey I won’t let you come until tomorrow. Understood?”
Pure excitement shown on her face and “Yes, sir” came out on a sigh.
He walked her inside, turning her in the direction of the dungeon. “I’ll be there in a moment.”
He went to his room and removed his shirt. He slipped into his black cotton pants, leaving his feet bare. His every movement was electric with anticipation.
She was bent over, her legs apart and waiting. He was almost hoping she disobeyed.
He turned on his music and grabbed a blindfold. He walked over and secured it around her head.
“I’ve changed my mind.”
The first strike of his palm landed. He took her arms and began tying them behind her. Every few minutes his palm would land but she didn’t cry out.
That would change soon, he thought; this was only the warm up.
Once her arms were secure, he lifted her off the bench and walked her to a padded table. He lifted, giving soft directions in her ear. She stayed where he placed her: head down, ass up.
He grabbed a pillow and arranged it under her head. Her knees were tucked up close under her chest, and the pink lips of her pussy made him itch to taste her wetness. First things first, he told himself.
Grabbing the crop, he admired her slightly red ass — but that wasn’t where he aimed. The square piece of black leather landed on her pussy and she gave a high-pitched groan. The crop landed again with more force. Her cries became louder.
The music’s tempo was hard and thrummed throughout the room blending with her cries.
Sudden silence had Zach jerking around. He’d locked the door but it was apparent the man standing across the room had a key.
Monroe.
“I don’t mind if you continue, I just wanted you to know I was here.”
Zach was stunned. His first feeling was relief that his friend was okay, his second was anger. Angel started crying in earnest as she tried to scramble into a sitting position on the table.
“Master.”
The sound was gut-wrenching and Zach’s vision went red. His hand came down and pushed her back to the table.
“Do not move.” He bit the words out between clenched teeth.
She struggled but he applied more pressure. “Stay. Where. You. Are.”
She stopped struggling but couldn’t hold back her sobs.
Monroe didn’t move.
Zach lifted her off the table and methodically untied the ropes.
When the last strand fell, her hands came up to the blindfold. He caught her hands and pulled her back into his body. He removed the blindfold with one hand as he breathed in the incredible scent of her hair.
Then, he let her go.
Her naked legs walked slowly at first and then ran the last ten steps. Falling to her knees, she didn’t put her hands behind her back but instead grabbed ahold of Monroe’s pant leg. Her head was down and when Monroe placed his hand on top of her head, she wrapped her arms tightly around his legs and cried harder.
Zach turned away. Violence seethed below the surface of his skin. He hadn’t lost control in too many years to count but he was so very close.
He meticulously wound up the two lengths of rope and walked over to the cabinet and placed them back inside.
One foot then another; he could get t
hrough this. Deep breathes, combat breathing. He had to get the need to kill out of his system. It took a few minutes but he regained some control. Picking up a blanket from the counter, he walked over to Monroe. He didn’t look at Angel as she clung to her master’s legs. His eyes were on Monroe and the devil followed him as he drew closer.
Placing the blanket over Angel’s shoulders, he still didn’t take his eyes from his friend.
Monroe spoke: “My pet, you need to go up to your room.”
Her hold tightened.
Monroe gathered a thick strand of her hair and pulled steadily back. “You will go to your room.”
He took her arm and lifted.
Her entire body trembled but she managed to turn and look at Zach. Fear and anguish poured from her eyes.
“It’s okay. You need to do what your master says.”
Monroe pulled her head around so she could no longer see Zach. Monroe, knowing exactly where the danger was, kept his eyes on Zach.
“Have you ruined my slave?” Monroe asked him.
“No, Master, no!” Angel gasped.
The hold on her hair tightened even more.
“I was not speaking to you, pet. Do what I say and go to your room now.”
He released her hair. Zach’s fists remained tightly clenched by his sides. With a last look at both men, she left the room, the ends of the blanket clutched in her hands, a foot long swath trailing behind her on the floor.
She didn’t close the door. Zach started counting. It was all that held back his rage. He didn’t want Angel to see him lose control. Ten, then twenty; his fist came up and every bit of anger, jealousy, and hurt went into the punch.
Chapter Thirty
Monroe had time to block but didn’t, he only turned his head slightly, and took the punch to the side of his jaw. He stumbled back several feet, hunched over, holding his face where the blow landed.
Monroe’s hand came away with smeared blood from a small cut at the corner of his mouth.
“I won’t fight back but I’d prefer no broken teeth.”
“If you won’t fight back, broken teeth will be the least of your worries.” Zach’s fist flew but this time landed in Monroe’s midsection.
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