Angel and the Assassin (22 page)

“You do deserve to get your arse whipped for saying such awful things to your daddy,” Kael said. “But I‟m not planning to do that right now.”

The relief on Angel‟s face was comical. He raised his eyes to the ceiling while blowing hard through his lips. Kael wanted desperately to laugh. “You have to apologize though.”

Angel looked into his eyes, utterly sincere. “Daddy, I want to, like, you know, totally and deeply apologize for calling you an asshole, because you are
so
not an asshole, and you are the coolest man I have ever met, and the most gorgeous.”

Kael tucked his hands behind his head. “What about the other thing? Put your hands behind your back.”

Angel folded his hands at his tailbone. “What thing, Daddy?”

“Chin up.”

“Yes, Sir.” Angel obeyed.

“Shoulders back, boy. You called me anal retentive.”

11Angel‟s silver eyes opened wide as he met Kael‟s. “I‟m not taking that back. It‟s true.”

Every muscle in Kael‟s body tensed. His breath caught in his throat. “Don‟t try my patience, boy. I can change my mind about that arse whipping at any moment.”

Angel sighed, his face growing very serious. He spoke as if explaining something important to a young child. “I know that, Daddy. I know what you‟re capable of. But it‟s true. You are anal retentive.”

Kael blew out an angry breath. “And you‟re a trained psychologist, are you?”

Angel maintained his posture perfectly. “I don‟t have to be a trained psychologist to see how obsessive you are, Daddy.” He spoke so innocently, so matter-of-factly, that Kael felt his ire flame still more. “This place looks unlived in.

You keep latex gloves in your pocket at all times. I know because I sort the laundry.

You keep checking under the furniture for bedbugs and creepy-crawlies or something.” It was all Kael could do not to reach out and swat him; at the same time he wanted to laugh. He was certainly looking for bugs, but of a different kind.

“You freak out if I drop a crumb. Have you thought about getting some counseling?”

Out of the mouths of babes.

“All right. I‟ve heard enough.” He couldn‟t deny it; it was all true. Angel had him pegged. Nonetheless, he had to take back control of the situation.

Kael raised both knees and spread them wide. He pointed at the space on the bed between them. “On the bed.” Instead of sliding into place with his eyes lowered as Kael expected, Angel jumped onto the bed, landing hard between his thighs. Kael tensed, pulling back in fear that his cock and balls would get hurt. “Idiot!”

Angel laughed and looked down at Kael‟s cock, licking his lips. “Mmmmmm.”

Nothing could spoil the boy‟s happiness and relief at getting his blanket back.

“Kneel up,” Kael told him.

“Yes, Sir.” Angel knelt as ordered but reached out a hand to take Kael‟s cock.

“Hands behind your back. Now keep them there.” Kael lifted his cock, which had started to inflate. “Suck my cock, boy. Suck it hard.”

Angel‟s pink, wet mouth opened as if he was about to sing a perfect
aaaa
. He leaned forward and closed his lips over Kael‟s cock. The warmth of the sweet young mouth was so comforting. He took Angel‟s blond head in his hands, forcing his cock in farther. Angel paused at the sudden pressure on his throat and almost moved his hands, but instead joined them again at his tailbone.

“Good lad.” Kael rewarded him with his words. “Find your rhythm. Suck hard and evenly. Don‟t let me feel your teeth unless I tell you to.”

Hot, thick pleasure shot through Kael, thickening his blood and banging in his head. His orgasm came fast and furious, rushing up his torso, making his nipples tighten like pebbles as his fluid spurted out and down Angel‟s throat. With a long exhalation, he released Angel‟s head and flicked his own nipples hard several times as a second, lesser orgasm swept through his thighs and buttocks. Only when the last possibility of pleasure was wrung from his body and the mouth on his cock 114

became painful did he lift Angel‟s head away and pull the boy up between his thighs to rest on his chest. Angel nuzzled into his neck like a kitten.

“I love your cock, Daddy,” he said quietly. “It tastes so clean and sharp at the same time.”

“I love your mouth on my cock.” Kael had never been short of blowjobs. Freddie had done it frequently all those years at school, and he had offers aplenty every time he walked into an S&M bar wearing his full leather regalia. Angel was inexperienced and had a lot to learn, yet he excited Kael more than Kael had thought possible.

“I am going to be the best boy you‟ve ever had, Daddy,” Angel said.

“Glad to hear it, boy.” He still felt like slapping him for calling him anal retentive. He was nothing of the kind, he was just clean and tidy, which was why he was so good at his job. “Tell me what the big deal is about that blanket.”

Angel licked Kael‟s left nipple and took the right between his finger and thumb. “I had it from when I was little. I don‟t really have anything else from when I was a kid because I moved around so much.”

“When did you move into Andresen‟s fancy homes?” he asked.

“I was twelve when my mom married him, so six years ago.”

“You don‟t seem at all upset that he‟s dead.”

“Oh I‟m not,” Angel said. “He meant nothing to me. I thought when my mom married him, he‟d treat me like his son or something, but he never did. He called me faggot from the day I moved in. I‟d hear him saying to my mom, „What‟s that little faggot up to?‟ every time I was out of his sight. He always thought I was up to no good, but I never did anything much. I was a pretty good kid.”

“Your mum let him call you names?” Kael‟s mum would have clobbered anyone who said a wrong word against him, just like she had done with Gary Burke.

“Daddy, it wasn‟t her fault,” he said quickly. “She didn‟t want to screw things up. She‟d only just got a rich husband and a nice place for us to live.”

“Where were you living before?” Kael drew him closer, cupping Angel‟s small bottom with his big hand. He already knew about the foster care, but he wondered how Angel felt about it.

“We lived with my dad till I was four; then he left. I don‟t remember him. We never saw him again, so my mom went to work as a stripper. You should see her.

She looks great, she‟s so beautiful, but she couldn‟t look after me; it got tougher and tougher for her. That‟s why she married Sven, to give me a nice home. She did it for me.”

“Yes, of course she did.” Kael rubbed his cheek. Angel didn‟t need to know the truth about his mother.

“So I was in foster homes from five till twelve; then she got me back.”

“How many foster homes?”

11“Lots, they keep moving you around. I must have been in like ten or something. The worst part about moving was you keep losing your stuff. I was always leaving toys and clothes and stuff behind, and other kids would steal your stuff too.”

And I threw away your blanket
. Kael wanted to kick himself.

“I always had my blankie though. I always packed it first to make sure I didn‟t leave it behind. I know it‟s kind of stupid and childish to hang on to it, but it reminded me of when I had a real home and of my mom.”

Kael‟s throat constricted, and he swallowed hard. “Sorry I threw it away, boy.”

“It‟s okay, Daddy. You got it back.” There was no malice or resentment. “That was so cool how you sniffed it out. How come you can do stuff like that?”

“I‟m more animal than human,” Kael said. It was true; he was. But the emotions he was feeling for Angel were frighteningly human.

Angel looked up into his eyes. The beautiful silver irises and dark pupils were almost luminous. “Daddy, she‟s probably really worried about me. That was why I sent that e-mail to Maria-Jesus. It was my mom who called the police when they couldn‟t find me, right? Because she was worried.”

No, she wanted nothing to do with you.

“Yes, it must have been. The maid got in touch with her, and she called the police and said she was worried about you. That must have been what happened.”

The peace that settled over Angel‟s face when he heard the words almost broke Kael‟s heart. “I just don‟t want her to be worried, Daddy.”

“She‟s bound to be worried,” Kael lied. He knew perfectly well Samantha Andresen didn‟t give a shite about her son. “I‟ll make sure she gets a message saying you‟re safe. But do not try to contact her again, at least not until everything is sorted.”

“No, Sir, I won‟t. When all this has settled—whatever
this
is—can we go and visit her together? She‟ll be so happy to see me and happy that I have an amazing man taking care of me. You‟d really like her.”

I doubt it.

“Of course we can.” If Angel got out of this dilemma alive—and Kael would see to it that he did—who knew what the future would hold for them. In his job he couldn‟t keep a partner. It would be impossible to keep his profession from the boy.

Anyway, he was a lone wolf; he was used to being alone, and he liked it. Angel would drive him nuts making a mess every time he walked in the door. Leaving crumbs, forgetting to put the lid down on the toilet. No, he‟d soon get sick of that life.

“Daddy, how come you‟ve got this thing about being so clean and tidy?”

Kael chuckled. “I got it from my mum. She worked in launderettes all my childhood. Can‟t get cleaner than that, can you?”

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“Do you think there‟s more than that, something a bit emotional maybe? You know, psychological?”

“Emotional? Have you been watching that bloke on TV, big and bald like me, but not nearly as handsome?”

Angel laughed. “Dr. Phil? Yeah, I watch Dr. Phil sometimes. I hate dirty people, but it‟s so extreme with you, Daddy.”

They lay quietly until Kael said, “I grew up on a council estate.”

“What‟s that, Sir?”

“It‟s a big neighborhood of subsidized housing for poor people; the local councils run them. They‟re like ghettos. Anyway, when I went to College Grange on a scholarship, all the boys there were rich and they seemed to equate being poor with being dirty, even though my mum was the cleanest person you could ever meet. A lot of the names I got called when I first got there all started with dirty this and dirty that. Maybe that‟s part of my”—he paused for effect—“anal retentiveness.” He had no idea why he came out with that.

Angel looked up into his eyes very seriously. “Daddy, I think you just made a big stride emotionally by realizing that.”

Kael didn‟t know whether to laugh or what, so he nodded with great gravity.

“Thanks.”

“Sir, what did you do to those kids who called you names?”

“I beat them up. They never did it again.”

“Somehow I knew you were going to say that.” The delicate chin tilted up.

“Daddy, do you think I want a daddy because I never had a father?” Angel gazed up at him expectantly as if he just knew Kael had the answer.

“I never had a father, and I don‟t want a daddy,” Kael said. “Listen, boy, you know what you want, and that‟s all that matters. Do you know how many people wander through life never knowing what they want? Lots, trust me. Then there‟s the ones who know what they want but are afraid to go after it.” He thought of Conran, who probably spent much of his time preoccupied with wanting a flogging.

“Sometimes all that psychology crap just gets in the way of living the life you want.”

“Daddy.” Angel shook his head as if he was in awe. “You are the smartest man I have ever met.”

Kael could not answer. He wanted to say something flippant or clever. He wanted to laugh, but all he felt was incredibly responsible for Angel‟s safety and emotional well-being. He wanted to live up to Angel‟s belief in him, so he stayed silent, holding him close, wanting to forget the world for a while.

“Daddy, what are you thinking? Bet I know.”

“What?”

“You‟re thinking you‟d like to spank my ass.”

Kael laughed. “Yes, that‟s exactly what I was thinking. Come on; let‟s have you.” He stretched his legs out and lifted Angel over his lap. The boy stretched out 11flat across Kael‟s body with his legs extended and his head hanging off the bed.

“Hands at your tailbone.”

“Yes, Sir.” Angel obeyed, tucking his hands behind his back and clasping them.

All the tension melted out of his body, and he lay in complete submission, waiting for his daddy‟s hand.

“Boy, you‟ve got the sweetest, peachiest butt cheeks and the most beautiful long, lean thighs. I don‟t know whether to spank you or eat you, you‟re such a tasty morsel.”

Angel laughed, making his buttocks quiver. With one hand Kael took Angel‟s clasped hands and held them tightly. With the other he began to massage Angel‟s backside and thighs, rubbing and kneading. At once the boy began to moan softly, “Ooohh Daddy, that‟s so good.”

The first spank wasn‟t heavy and didn‟t leave a mark, but Kael decided to build up the intensity quickly. The second slap was hard but still careful. Angel‟s moaning and total submission excited Kael, making him want to go in harder.

Within minutes he had built up a good pace, and he was rewarded by watching Angel‟s body tense, stretch, and elongate.

“Daddy, I need to come, pleeease!” The words came out in a high-pitched, sharp-edged cry.

“Go ahead. When you‟re ready, boy.”

Angel‟s body jerked, and he let out a scream, arching his back and kicking his legs against the mattress. Kael spanked harder and faster to accommodate his climax, feeling a great sense of satisfaction as Angel slowly became still. He continued to rub the sweet, round buttocks, which clenched and released rhythmically. “Good boy, Angel, good boy.” He reached out to stroke the soft blond hair and after a while said, “Come and lie beside me, sweetheart.” When Angel didn‟t respond, Kael realized he had fallen asleep.