Caught By Two Doms (Club El Diablo (Angel's Doms Book 2)) (3 page)

Chapter Four

Angel

She woke up with Sir’s body wrapped around hers. Settling further into his warmth, she tried to believe everything would be okay.

“He’s gone but he’ll return to us,” he whispered with conviction.

“I’m not sure what to do.” Her hand rested on his arm as his laugh rumbled from his chest and sent shivers clear to her toes. It was his teasing laugh that often meant trouble.

“We’re going for a jog, and then eating breakfast.”

Angel squeezed the taut muscle beneath her fingers and gave a low groan at the thought of Sir’s kind of “jogging.” The sound earned a solid slap to her thigh. “Ow.” She rubbed the offended skin and turned her head toward him, smiling through wet lashes.

He kissed her nose. “When he’s not around, you’re a brat.”

Her hand traveled to his groin, seeking an alternative to outdoor exercise by continuing her bratty behavior.

He grunted and stopped her playful pursuit. “You’re earning punishments and you haven’t even gotten out of bed this morning,” he teased.

“Punish me,” she whispered, “please, Sir.”

He moved so fast she had little time to do more than yelp. He had her across his lap and the first strike of his palm landed against the globe of her ass, though it only made her laugh.

“You will be running in those tight little jean shorts I love so much. No underwear and you will feel this,” he swatted her again, “with every stride.”

He increased the force, and playful swats turned to stinging strikes against her recently bruised skin. She wiggled and squirmed, but one of his legs pressed her down further against his stiff cock. Her sad tears turned to painful ones. At last, the rough calluses of his palm smoothed over the redness, sending undeniable need directly to her pussy. Giving her right cheek a solid pinch, he stood, letting her slide to the floor in a puddle of desire.

“You have five minutes to meet me downstairs in running shoes, ‘my’ shorts, bra, and any t-shirt you want. Don’t be late.” He walked from the room and she couldn’t help admiring his tight, naked ass.

***

With every pounding step, she more fully accepted the fact that Master was gone for an extended period of time. He’d left before, but not since Sir’s return to their lives. Master had quit his government work, or told them he had. But now, they both knew he had placed himself in danger again. She wasn’t sure exactly what Master did, but his last trip had ended with a deep twelve-inch wound that caused a jagged scar from chest to shoulder. Her lips trembled with the thought. Sir, like Master usually did, sensed her troubled feelings and increased their pace.

She stumbled, her legs jelly. Sir grabbed her arm, righted her, and kept running until all she could do was focus on placing one foot in front of the other. Even her chafed ass cheeks couldn’t compete with her aching chest.

After four miles, the well-worn path looped around. Sir didn’t stop running until they were a half-mile from home. “Put your hands above your head,” he commanded.

She complied, trying to suck air into her oxygen-deprived lungs. She enjoyed running, but Sir’s pace was torturous. She walked next to him, miffed because he barely breathed hard. She covertly glanced at his knee where a bullet had ended his career in law enforcement, but he wasn’t limping. After giving her a few minutes to recover, he took her hand and walked beside her back to the house. At the side door, he turned and placed his palms against her cheeks.

“Every morning, we’ll run until he returns.” The intensity in his eyes caused her pulse rate to increase.

She gave him a tremulous smile. “I hate you.” She sighed against his mouth as he moved in closer.

“You love me.” His lips parted hers.

The dampness on their skin mingled as he pulled her tightly into his body and ravaged her mouth with lips, tongue, and teeth. Small bites on her lower lip caused her pussy to flood. “Take me to the playroom, Sir, please,” she begged.

He released her and backed away. “Go shower and then eat your breakfast. I’ll think about it, but remember… no underwear.”

She pushed out her lower lip in a childish pout, which caused him to display his evil smile. Turning, he opened the door and led the way upstairs before leaving her to shower alone.

 Thirty minutes later, she sat down at the table, wearing a mid-calf length dress in retaliation to his no underwear dictate. As she looked at the breakfast Marguerite had cooked, her stomach sank. Glancing at Sir, she noticed him watching her. She raised the fork to her lips, barely tasting the food, and then chewed, but fought to swallow.

“Take another.”

She complied and slowly ate the food until the last few bites and pushed them around her plate. Thankfully, he stood and beckoned her to follow. They entered the music room and stopped beside the piano.

“Play for me.”

She’d only taken lessons for three years, but natural talent allowed her to play far beyond her training. She loved the time she spent practicing and performing for her men. She didn’t think about her choice and dove into Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. Her fingers flew over the keys while thoughts of Master invaded her mind. A slight mistake made her concentrate more fully on the music. She hoped Sir didn’t notice. Master would have had her start over from the beginning. The thought made her smile, and she managed to flawlessly finish the rest of the piece.

She sat still, but heat traveled across her back with his closeness.

“Turn around.” His low, velvety voice rippled against her skin.

She swiveled, circling her legs around the bench. Sir moved between her thighs and went to his knees.

“Lay back.” He looked into her eyes as his hands traveled under the gauzy material of her dress, gliding up her thighs and further parting her legs.

Her back hit the keys, and her head leaned against the fall, causing a very un-melodic sound.

“Cross your arms over your chest.”

Once she complied, his tongue ran over her clit. With her hands crossed, she had nothing to grab onto. It was torture worse than the miles of running. His fingers pulled her delicate folds apart and he delved deeper.

Her need built—every nerve ending screaming with pulses of pleasure wanting to escape. When he slipped one finger inside of her sensitized flesh, mewling sounds left her throat and her legs started quivering as the heat built.

He suddenly pulled away, though he held her thighs open. She opened her eyes and cried out in frustration. His fingers slid across her skin until he held her upper arms and pulled her forward.

His evil smile flashed with humor, but his voice was firm. “There are consequences for your bratty behavior and this is one of them. We will go to the playroom when I say so. You will eat your food, practice piano, and start over when you make mistakes. Stephens will be listening if I am not. I have no desire to leave fresh daily bruises on your ass, but, baby…” his sea green eyes pierced hers and his voice lowered, “I’ll enjoy putting them there. Go change into a skimpier outfit and leave the long, flowing material for when we go out. Do you understand?”

She gave a slow nod, a thrill running through every inch of her body. His lips tightened and she knew it was because she didn’t give a verbal response. “Yes, Sir.”

His eyes softened and his grin went from evil to sensuous. “Good girl. Go change.”

Chapter Five

Zachary

Zach was awake when Monroe dressed, kissed Angel while she continued sleeping, and then left the room that morning. Neither of them had spoken. A letter from Monroe was waiting on Zach’s dresser in his private bedroom and he read it when he changed into his running clothes.

Zachary,

I should have explained more to you, but time moved too quickly. My unfinished business will hopefully keep danger from the special world we have built. I had no choice, and will let nothing happen to the people I love.

Angel will need discipline that you are generally lax in providing. She has been wrapped tightly within a safe little cocoon for a year and I trust that you will do what is best for her.

The kiss wasn’t a mistake. I want more. I’ve always wanted more and that will never change. To hold you and Angel, I will always respect your wishes.

Please review our emergency safety plans with Angel, Marguerite, and Stephens. I will do my best but it is possible danger could come your way. You are the only person I trust with the lives of the people I love.

M.

Stephens and Marguerite had taken care of Monroe for years and Zach had no doubt he loved them. As for Angel, Monroe’s love electrified a room whenever she was near. Zach ran his fingers through his hair, pulled on his running clothes and tried not to think about Monroe’s feelings for him.

Zach knew he himself had issues with their relationship, but he’d slowly gained confidence with the three of them sharing Monroe’s large bed. Zach even enjoyed the uninhibited sexual games they played. He loved Monroe in his own way, but couldn’t let himself go enough to give in to his feelings like Monroe wanted. And, until yesterday, Monroe’s iron control had never slipped.

Zach could still feel Monroe’s lips against his forehead, and thinking about it again caused anger to sizzle just below the surface.

***

The first week passed slowly. Zach took Angel hiking at Big Bend National Park and he made love to her high on a ridge overlooking the beautiful, almost untouched area. She picked at her food, dropped some of her bratty attitude, but continued to be apprehensive with Monroe gone. Zach didn’t ignore the sadness that crept into her eyes, and used dominance to bring her back into the now.

They fell into bed the night after the hike without playing in the dungeon or making love. They were both too exhausted to do more than shower and brush their teeth. Her jerking movements and whimpers woke him hours later. She hadn’t had a nightmare in months. Rolling over, he placed his hands on her face, talking gently the entire time. “I’ve got you, Angel, you’re all right.”

She kicked and bucked her body, trying to dislodge him. “No, no, you’re killing her, please no.” The words tore from her throat.

Her screams eventually filled the room and he settled his body more firmly on hers. He’d never used Monroe’s technique to bring her out of night terrors, but he had to try. Pinching off her nose, he covered her mouth with his. She continued to struggle, and when he pulled away she gasped for air. He covered her mouth again and exhaled, pushing his breath deep into her lungs. “I’ve got you, baby, come back to me.” He did it again and felt her body go limp. “I’ve got you.”

Her ravaged eyes cleared and huge racking sobs filled the room.

“Shh, you’re okay. I’m here and I’m not leaving.” He spoke a jumble of soothing words while holding her tightly and letting her cry.

“I’m sorry,” she said between gulps for air.

“You shouldn’t be. We’re both strung fairly tight.”

“Do you miss him?”

He tried to deny it, but the lie wouldn’t pass his lips. Zach missed Monroe’s friendship and seeing him daily. “Yes.”

Her hands curled around his shoulders and he relaxed against her warmth. Even in the dark, he had trouble admitting his feelings, and part of him wasn’t sure exactly what those feelings were. They fell asleep a short time later. The next morning began with their run… another day that brought them closer to Monroe’s return.

“We’re going to the club on Saturday,” Zach said after Marguerite cleared their dinner dishes and placed small bowls of chocolate soufflé in front of them.

“And if I don’t wish to?” It was the first bratty thing she’d said since her nightmare.

“I’ll only go harder on you.” He took a bite while watching her closely.

“I’m expecting cramps this weekend.”

He knew her body better than his own and by his quick calculation she wasn’t making it up. “I’ll work around them.”

“You are kidding… right?” Her large eyes shot daggers.

“No, I’m not kidding. Your cramps don’t incapacitate you and I’d planned to allow you to wear some of your gauzy clothes, but I’m quickly changing my mind.” His lips set in a tight line after he completed the sentence. He lifted a spoon full of thick, rich chocolate to his mouth, letting her know the discussion was over.

“I love you.”

That stopped his spoon mid-lift. “Did that work with Monroe?”

“Never.”

Zach laughed and then continued eating his dessert. He watched her squirm while eating only half her bowl and knew she craved a release outlet. “I think my baby has needs.” He winked.

Her long eyelashes swept down and then lifted. “I hate you.”

He laughed the entire way to the dungeon, deciding to grant them both a bit of relief before they went to bed.

Chapter Six

Angel

She didn’t care for the club. It wasn’t just Club El Diablo, it was any BDSM club. It went against her upbringing, which was actually funny. Angel’s family would have her blood on their hands if they knew she lived. It would be an honor killing to avenge her rape and torture at the hands of the men who, through no fault of her own, defiled her. The wives of her dead husband orchestrated her sale into human slave trafficking after his passing. Her biological family would feel sadness over her death, but do their duty. Their attitude would change if they knew she willingly gave her body to two men. It wouldn’t matter that she loved them both. Her death under those conditions wouldn’t be quick.

Looking around the club, she knew she shouldn’t carry the burdens of a religion she forsook, but seeing the scantily clad or naked men and women made her cringe.

Sir granted two favors. She wore a long, gauzy dress minus underclothes and wore Master’s collar with leash grasped within Sir’s strong hand. He gave her license to use high protocol, though she knew it made him uncomfortable. They’d showered and dressed in Master’s hotel apartment suite and then took a private elevator to Club El Diablo.

The sounds of music thrummed in a low, sexy beat, but did nothing to dispel her apprehension. Why was Sir insisting on something that she deemed as punishment? Angel shouldn’t question his dictates and maybe it was him that needed to get out of the isolated surroundings of Master’s home.

Eyes downcast in submission, she followed Sir to the brightly lit carousel. It slowed and finally came to a stop. “I’m sitting you on a bench instead of astride a pony due to your… condition.” He gave a slight grin and winked. “The club’s attendants will keep an eye on you. No Dom but me can approach you while you’re on here.”

She didn’t stop to think, just grabbed his hand, shaking her head frantically. “Please, Sir, no.”

He pulled her in close and kissed the skin just below her ear. “Behave. You can do this. I won’t be far.”

Her hands fell away and, for his sake, she controlled herself. Bringing her here and then leaving her alone made no sense, but somehow she’d brought this on herself. He lifted her up onto the carousel and unclipped the leash from her collar. “Hold this while I’m gone.” He stood back and nodded at the attendant controlling the motion of the machine.

She sat down as the carousel began to spin. When she came back around, Sir was gone. She scooted as far to the inside of the bench as she could.

“Are you okay?”

The concerned feminine voice startled Angel. Looking behind the colorfully painted pony, she saw a scantily dressed, very pregnant sub holding onto one of the few non-moving ponies. The woman’s beautiful smile, decorated with lip piercings, flashed pearly white teeth.

The melodic voice was at odds with the sub’s hard-core appearance. Before Angel could respond, the woman continued, “I’m being punished, and I’m supposed to be reflecting upon my behavior. What about you?”

Angel couldn’t help giving a small smile. “I’m fairly certain I’m also being punished.”

“That no good jerk.”

“What?” Angel wasn’t sure she heard the woman correctly.

“If you’re being punished it’s his job to let you know what it’s for. My brother will not put up with that shit. He can find you a Dom who knows what he’s doing and get rid of the jerk for you.”

Shock ran through Angel’s mind. “Your brother?”

“Damian, the owner of the club. He hates when I come here, because it makes him uncomfortable.” She smiled with a touch of vexation. “I’m being punished because Brandon, my husband, pissed me off last night and I became a little exuberant in my rebellion. Now,” she looked around the club, “back to discussing the jerk.”

Angel’s smile grew—this girl’s protectiveness broke the ice. Laughter tinged her voice, “He’s actually not a jerk. He will explain why I’m here later. This is one of the few times he hasn’t coddled me.”

“We need to talk, girlfriend.” The woman sat down on the bench, eyed the leash in Angel’s hand and the collar around her throat. She asked, in a completely straightforward manner, “Are you his slave?”

Angel didn’t feel threatened by the question or feel that the woman was passing judgment. She answered honestly, “I’m not a slave to Sir, but I am to Master. Both men care for and protect me.”

“Yowza! Is Master as yummy as Sir?”

A giggle escaped Angel’s throat. “Yes.”

“I’m Willow. It’s nice to meet you.” She placed her hand out and Angel shook it and told Willow her name. Then Willow’s hand went to her rounded belly. “This rascal won’t stop kicking tonight. I don’t think he likes the music, or maybe he plans to be a kick boxer when he’s older.”

Angel’s eyes drifted to the large tummy holding the little fighter and her heart swelled with longing.

“Do you want to feel?”

Angel’s hand tentatively lifted and Willow quickly took it in hers and placed it on the side of her stomach. Two musical beats later, the baby gave a fierce kick and Angel jumped. Willow’s laughter was infectious and Angel joined in, hoping the baby would kick once more. Angel didn’t notice the slowing of the carousel until an unknown deep voice blasted louder than their laughter.

“You can’t even take a punishment without getting into trouble.”

Angel jerked her hand away and looked into smiling eyes, softening even further as they traveled to Willow’s stomach.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, though didn’t seem concerned.

“Yes, I’ve found a new friend and we’re exchanging birthing stories.” Willow’s voice held just a touch of pique.

“Is that supposed to scare me off? You’ve never given birth, so your version will leave something to be desired.”

“Funny that you use that word. ‘Desire.’ I like that word.”

He shook his head and his grin widened as he looked to Angel. “Don’t let her get you into trouble. I’m keeping count of all her transgressions until after the baby’s born. She won’t be able to sit down for a month.”

“It’s not her getting my sub into trouble, it’s you. Why are you speaking with my sub when she’s off limits on the carousel?”

Willow’s husband turned then enveloped Zach in a strong hug before pushing back. “Zach, you devil, it’s great to see you.”

Zach laughed and pulled the other man close again, thumping him on the back. “Is this your wife? Damian’s sister?”

A strangled noise came from Willow and then she said icily, “Damian’s sister has a name and it’s Willow.”

Zach ignored her and just lifted an eyebrow at the other man. Angel seldom saw Zach or Monroe with other people. Their lives revolved around each other, but now she noticed a lightness in Zach’s eyes and realized they might be at the club for another reason than what she thought.

The other man laughed. “Forgive my wife. She’s getting away with murder right now and driving her Dom crazy.”

“Would your slave like to join me and Angel for a drink?” The humor in Zach’s gaze let them all know he was teasing.

“My slave needs a couch so she can rest her head in my lap. It’s the only sex I’ve received this past month.”

Willow smacked her husband on the arm, “That’s so not true.” She then made introductions. “This is my husband, Brandon.” She turned from Angel and spoke to Brandon, “I actually would prefer a couch. My back is killing me. But, I need the ladies room first.”

Brandon lifted Willow off the carousel like she weighed nothing. Willow looked at Angel. “I love when he goes all manly.”

“Two thousand six hundred and four,” Brandon said.

“Oh, I’m sorry if you enjoy counting my future punishments but you totally made that number up. I don’t have time to argue though, because I need to pee. Come on, Angel. Go with me, please.”

Angel looked to Zach, who put his hand out. She had no idea what he wanted.

“The leash.”

Her cheeks turned red as she handed it over.

“Go on, maybe you can keep her out of trouble.” Zach made a shooing motion with his hand. “We’ll meet you ladies at the bar.”