Sins of the Father (16 page)

“Go and get a shower,” Kael told him. Angel hurried away to obey.

“That was a really bad idea, Kael.” Philip, the oldest man on staff, stood in front of him, apparently to keep him from hitting the other man again. But he had no intention of doing that. He couldn’t decide why he had done it in the first place. The bloke had no right to put his hand on Kael’s boy, but he offered no real threat. “If he wants to call the police and charge you, there’s nothing we can do, and he’s got lots of witnesses.”

The police were not a concern. They couldn’t arrest him, and they weren’t allowed to detain him even temporarily because of his top security clearance from MI6. Still, he didn’t want them called. The man looked at Kael, waiting. “I was chatting with Angel. Nothing more. He’s a nice lad.” Gingerly he touched his cheekbone with his fingertips. “Say you’re sorry, and we’ll leave it at that.”

Kael loved the gym. He didn’t want to get barred after he’d been going there for years. “I apologize.” He looked directly into the man’s attractive, dark eyes. “Don’t talk to my boy again. And don’t touch him.”

“No problem.” The older man walked away, and Kael joined Angel in the showers. Neither spoke as they dressed, nor until they got into the car.

“Are you okay, Daddy? You looked upset when you picked me up. We got my applications all sent off. I thought you’d be really happy. Didn’t you get the letter you wanted from the member of parliament?”

“Yes, I got it.” He pulled into the slow evening traffic. “It’s late, and you’re tired. Let’s get a takeaway so you don’t have to cook.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Forty minutes later, they sat at the kitchen table eating fish and chips out of the paper. The grease made Kael feel slightly sick, but Angel had requested a fish supper and he decided to let him have whatever he wanted. “How come you never play with the video game thingy I got you for Christmas? I thought you wanted one. You were asking for it long enough.”

Angel stuck a chip in his mouth and chewed it. “I did. I do. But there never seems to be time for playing games. There’s school and homework and working out and housework and cooking. Most of the time all I want at the end of the day is cuddle time with you or the dungeon if I’m lucky.” Looking down at the remaining food, Angel crumpled the greasy paper and tossed it in the bin. “Are you done, Daddy?”

“Yes.”

Angel cleared up the table before washing his hands at the sink with Fairy Liquid. Bubbles floated up from the sink, and Angel grabbed at them with his fingers and thumbs, easily distracted like the kid he still was. “Anyway,” he said quietly with his back to Kael, “I’d be thinking the whole time that you disapproved and didn’t really want me to do it.”

Sometimes he wondered what he was doing to Angel. The last thing he wanted was to squash the boy’s natural enthusiasm for life and his ability to enjoy things. His mum had once told him that he was born with his fists clenched, ready to box. But if he wasn’t who he was, he could never have been as good as he was at his career, and he loved his work.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s brush our teeth and have an early night.”

“It’s only eight thirty, Daddy.” Angel indicated the microwave clock.

“Good. More time to cuddle.”

With a tired smile, Angel headed for the bathroom while Kael bolted the front door and put the lights out. The letter from MP he left in his jacket pocket. It didn’t seem that important just then. He switched off his personal use mobile and left it with the letter to avoid having to speak to his mum. As deeply as he had once thought he loved Shawn, that was how much hatred he felt toward him now for doing this.

All that seemed important at that moment was being with his boy. “Do we need to shower again, Daddy?” Angel asked when Kael joined him at the bathroom sink.

“We showered at the gym an hour ago.”

“I know, but you’re so rigid about your routines, Sir.”

That was the second time in a week someone had called him rigid, and he’d thought he was improving. “I think we’re clean enough.”

Instead of leaping into bed as he usually did, Angel got in quietly and moved naturally into Kael’s arms. Not even trying to hide it anymore, Angel pulled his blanket from under his pillow and held it against his chest, his head on Kael’s shoulder.

Lying on his back with his arm around Angel, tucking his boy close to his side, Kael asked quietly, “How come you took your blanket out again?” He couldn’t help but take it personally.

“All this talk about leaving you,” Angel whispered. “I’m not complaining, Daddy, and I’m going to go to uni because it’s so important to you. But what upsets me more than anything is the thought of being away from you and not seeing you every day. How can I live without you? It’s bad enough when you go away for a few days to work.”

Kael blew out a long breath to control the emotion welling up inside him.

“I don’t want to be parted from you either. That’s part of the reason I want you at Cambridge, because it’s close.” The very thought of going to bed alone at night knowing Angel was in bed somewhere else made him feel unbearably empty.

“Daddy, why did you hit that dude at the gym?” Angel asked quietly.

“I was being a moron. It was wrong. I said I was sorry.”

“That’s good, Daddy, that you said you were sorry. But you didn’t think I fancied him, did you?”

“Did you? He’s a good-looking man, and I know you like older blokes.”

“There’s only one older bloke I fancy, and that’s you, Daddy.” Angel slid his hand over Kael’s belly until his palm made contact with Kael’s cock. “Oops.” Quickly he pulled his hand away. “Sorry, Daddy. I know I’m supposed to ask, but sometimes I just want to touch you. I love your cock. I love the feel of it and the taste of it.”

“Do it then,” Kael said and moaned when Angel gripped him tightly. “How does my cock feel?”

“It feels hot and big and smooth,” Angel said. The room was dark, but Kael could hear the smile in Angel’s voice.

“How does it taste?

“Well”—the smile grew bigger—“your cock tastes really clean and a bit sharp and tangy. Your cum tastes salty, and it feels really smooth on my tongue.”

“Sounds like you’ve thought a lot about this.”

“Yeah. When I’m bored in class, I think about all the stuff I want to do to my Daddy.” Angel kissed him tenderly on the lips. “There’s no one in the world for me but you, Daddy.”

Slowly and without too much friction Angel stroked his cock, palming his balls and rolling them around, and then running his hand up the shaft again. He repeated the movements over and over, but gently. The slow, creeping arousal made Kael’s breath catch.

“Daddy, tell me what you like about me.” Every now and then, Angel would say things like this, and it always made Kael wonder if the boy was insecure and if it was his fault. He remembered his mum telling him to tell Angel things like that.

“I love that you’re really intelligent. And you’re very hot, very sexy. I love your eyes.” He would never have talked to a sub like this in the past, but then he’d never been in love with any of them.

“What do you like about my eyes?” Angel pressed him.

“They’re silver, which is very unusual, and I like your long, dark eyelashes.” With the backs of his fingers, he stroked Angel’s cheek. “I like how pale your skin is because your cheeks get so pink when you’re turned on.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Rub faster.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Kael’s breath caught in his throat as the friction on his cock increased. There was something about Angel’s small hand that aroused him like nothing else and Angel’s deft fingers seeking out the space between his balls to rub and pinch the skin before sliding up his cock again.

“I love your accent. It’s so different from mine. I love it when you sing out loud when you’ve got your iPod on and all I can hear is you.”

Angel’s sweet giggle rose up. “Have I got a good voice?”

“I’ve heard worse, but I don’t think you should audition for
Pop Idol
anytime soon.”

The giggle developed into full-blown laughter, but still Angel did not stop his ministrations. Kael’s cock was rigid and swollen, and he began to pant. Angel fell silent now, massaging more deeply. The pleasure and pressure in Kael’s cock was so intense he could have come at any time, but he held back, wanting to stretch out the moment. When he could hold back no longer, his body stiffened and his back rose up off the bed. A flood of pleasure rushed through his groin, running down his legs like warm water. As the deluge passed, he flopped down flat on the bed again, panting hard.

“You give the best hand jobs of any slave who ever serviced me.”

Angel wiped the cum on his blanket and then pressed it to his face, inhaling deeply. “I love it when you call me your slave, Daddy. That’s what I want to be, and I’ve been worrying about how you’ll manage when I’m not here every day to clean the apartment and take care of your needs.” Then he added in a quiet voice, “But I guess you managed before.”

“I did, but it wasn’t like it is now.” He paused before admitting, “I was lonely.” Rolling onto his side, he pressed Angel into his belly, wrapping both arms tightly around him. “I love you, Angel. I love you. I love you.”

Now he knew why he had got so pissed with the bloke at the gym. Angel looked so young and vulnerable, and even though Kael was a tall, strong boy when Shawn had made his move on him at fourteen, he could not help but wonder about the kid who had reported Shawn to the police. Angel was nineteen, but he was still so innocent despite the life he had led. All Kael’s protective instincts had surged at the gym. He had seen the other man as Shawn trying to seduce his boy.

The idea of taking Angel on the security detail at Dorneywood was an idea he had dismissed without thinking about it. He didn’t want to give the boy any more ideas about joining SIS until his education was complete. But the job was not really dangerous—in fact much less so than Paris last year.

“Starting tomorrow, I’ve got a three-day job.”

“Daddy.” The one-word protest sounded very whiny, which usually annoyed Kael, but today he felt magnanimous. He kissed Angel’s forehead.

“It’s a fairly safe security job. You could learn a lot just being there and watching. Do you want to come?”

“Holy covert mission!” The excitement in his voice made Kael smile. “Daddy, are you serious?”

“You stick to me like glue and do everything you’re told. Watch and learn. All operatives have to have their first field experience at some point, and this one is ideal for learning. You go with the idea that you know nothing and need to learn everything.”

“But I’ve been getting specialized training from you. I’ve got a drill sergeant daddy in my life.” Angel giggled a bit when he said
drill sergeant
, and Kael knew he was mostly joking, but still it brought him up short.

“Drill sergeant, huh?” he repeated.

“Daddy. Thank you, that’s so exciting. But you don’t mind if I miss a day of school?”

“No, it’s fine. Go to sleep.”

“I’m too excited to sleep now,” Angel said.

Kael gently nudged Angel onto his back, pushing the boy’s thighs apart. Pressing the palm of his hand over Angel’s cock and balls, he began to rub. “This will help you sleep.”

Chapter Nine

“What are you wearing?” Kael stood in the kitchen drinking a bottle of water, dressed for the Dorneywood assignment in his usual smart black clothes. Horrified, he looked his boy up and down.

From the doorway, Angel said, “Skinny jeans, my white T-shirt with Amy Lee on the front. I got it about three years ago at an Evanescence concert on the Cape.” The boy looked down at his feet. Black Gravel boots with five buckles on the sides completed his outfit. Kael could hardly complain about the boots since he’d bought them for him, and had Angel been going to a club or hanging out in Piccadilly Circus with his friends, he’d have been perfect.

“You don’t like my outfit?”

Aside from the fact that he hated skinny jeans and thought the Gravels were hideous, Kael was feeling strangely agitated, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on why. The job was routine and likely to be very boring, but there was something about Romodanovsky he just didn’t like. The man was a predator, which if Kael was honest, described him fairly accurately too. But despite being a government-sanctioned serial killer, he did have morals and a code of ethics. He suspected the Russian of having neither, so maybe that was his problem with the man.

Instead of getting angry, which was his first instinct, he decided to use the moment for education. “Would you have worn those clothes to Conran’s New Year party?”

Angel looked thoughtful for a moment. “No, Daddy.”

“School?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Why not?”

A moment of silence followed before Angel sighed. “They would be inappropriate for those occasions, Sir.”

“That’s right. Which just goes to show how much you still have to learn. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Yes, Sir.” Angel looked down at his toes as his cheeks grew pink. “But Daddy”—he looked into Kael’s eyes—“a big man like you dressed in total black kinda stands out too.”

The little bugger was right. “Today I am a minder,” Kael went on. “I’m not pretending to be anything else. Most of my really covert work is done at night so black is the perfect camouflage. I understand what you’re saying, and if I had to blend in to a particular group, I’d dress like them. But you will stick out like a sore thumb in those clothes. One of the regular security will assume you’re a member of the public and throw you out.”

“Yes, Daddy. I see.”

“Dorneywood Garden is open to the public four days a year, but for the next few days the house and gardens are strictly off limits to absolutely everyone.”

“Who lives there?” Angel asked.

“It’s the country house of the home secretary at present, though the occupancy varies depending on who the PM favors at the time he enters office. Now go and change.” Kael followed him into the bedroom and while the boy stripped he went through Angel’s side of the wardrobe, taking out clothes and laying each item on the freshly made bed that would not be slept in that night. “Black school trousers. Black socks. Black school shoes. Plain black button-up shirt.”