Sins of the Father (30 page)

Obviously taking his mother’s words at face value, Angel beamed a huge smile at Kael.

“Angel, you’re not wearing your Rolex.” At Samantha’s words, Kael’s forefinger went automatically to the gold heart he wore over his dress shirt.

The boy looked directly at his mother. “I sold it.”

“Oh. Well, thank goodness I didn’t waste my time looking for a graduation gift.” She pulled an envelope from her small clutch purse. “This is from Gregoire and me.”

A check fluttered onto the table when Angel opened the card. He picked it up. “Five thousand pounds? Wow.”

“You’ll probably spend it on clothes, knowing you.”

“Thank you,” Angel said. “Sharon bought me a beautiful shirt.”

“It wasn’t five thousand pounds,” she said. “But it’s the thought that counts.”

“It’s the love that counts,” Angel said.

Kael wanted to kiss him right there and then for being so sweet. Instead he pulled a box from his pocket. “I got you a present too.”

“Looks like jewelry to me. Are you going to do an Elton John?” Samantha asked.

Kael threw her a look that said,
Don’t annoy me, lady
. He opened the box and withdrew a plain gold band encircled with tiny diamonds. Carefully removing it from the box, he took Angel’s left hand and slipped it onto his ring finger. It fit perfectly. “There, now you’re mine.”

Tears brimmed at the edges of Angel’s eyes. “I was already yours, Daddy. I’ve been yours from the moment I saw you.” He got up and hugged Kael, who remained seated.

“Aww,” Sharon said. “Aren’t they lovely, Samantha?”

“I’m glad my son is finally happy,” she said. “I guess I could have been a better mom, but it wasn’t easy on my own.”

Kael had told his mum some of the things Samantha had done to Angel, the foster homes, abandoning him to go off to marry the billionaire. Still Sharon looked sympathetically at Samantha and patted her hand. “I raised Kael on my own, so I know how hard it is trying to raise a son without a father. All you want to do is keep them on the straight and narrow.”

“Straight? You fail.” Angel laughed out loud as he sat again.

“Angel!” Sharon smiled at him with unconcealed affection. “But look how they turned out,” she said to Samantha. “Your son and mine. Aren’t they fab?”

“Yes, they’re fab,” Samantha said quietly, making Kael wonder if, in the face of his honest, hardworking mum, she was ashamed.

“Here’s something for you, Daddy.” From the inside pocket of his tux jacket, Angel withdrew an envelope. It was already open, and it was addressed to Angel Gabriel Button.

Spotting the crest right away, Kael said, “It’s from Cambridge.” His hands would have shaken if he had not carefully controlled them. The waiter brought over the menus, which broke the tension and took the attention from the letter. Quickly Kael read it. “You got in.” Laughing from sheer happiness, he said louder, “He got into Cambridge. My boy was accepted at Cambridge.”

“I think the recommendation from the politician probably helped,” Angel said.

Beaming with pleasure, Sharon clapped her hands. “Well done, Angel. I was so proud of my Kael when he got into Cambridge. I told everyone. I never shut up about it. Isn’t that great, Samantha?”

“It certainly is. Congratulations, baby,” Samantha said.

But Angel’s eyes never left Kael’s. “That’s my boy,” Kael said quietly. “But I wonder if they can defer it for a year.”

The hope in Angel’s face resembled a puppy expecting a treat. “Defer it?”

“I’ve decided to let you take a gap year. I think you need a break from academics for a while. What do you think?”

“Daddy, do you mean it? I mean, I want to go to uni, but just not yet.”

“I know. I’ll get in touch with them and see what we can do,” Kael said.

With his hands in prayer position, Angel said, “Thank you!”

The relief in Angel’s expression was priceless. The boy really needed a break. Happy, he opened his menu. “I don’t know what to order, Daddy,” he said. “You choose for me.”

“You’d better choose for me as well, luv. I haven’t a clue what half this stuff is,” Sharon said with a laugh.

Samantha closed her menu and placed it on the table. “Gregoire usually orders for me. I’ll leave it up to you, Mr. Saunders.”

“Call me Kael,” he said, looking at his menu. “Now let’s see what everyone would like for a starter. Mum likes soup, and there’s a stilton and pear soup that sounds wonderful.”

“That’s fancy,” Sharon said. “My favorite’s tomato from the tin.”

God, he loved his mum! No pretensions, no airs and graces. What you saw was what you got. He was so lucky.

“Angel likes macaroni cheese, cheeseburgers, and peanut butter on white bread.”

Angel shrugged. “I’m just a simple boy, Daddy.”

“You can start with a salade Nicoise,” Kael said decisively.

The protest was instant. “Daddy, that has fish!”

“Think of it as a challenge,” Kael said. “I want some greens down your throat.”

A long, exasperated sigh escaped his boy. “Yes, Sir.”

Kael turned his attention to Angel’s mum. “Samantha. I think you would like the goat-cheese balls with walnuts and honey surrounding pâté de foie gras.”

Pulling out a small fan, she flicked it open in one smooth movement. The room was air-conditioned, so the fan was nothing but an affect. “Sounds wonderful. Why did you choose that?”

“It’s pretentious.” Kael met her gaze.

A long pause followed during which Samantha pierced him with her stunning blue gaze over the top of her fan. “Touché.”

Chapter Seventeen

Kael’s mobile buzzed. Usually the only phone he took into the dungeon was his secure line, but he had been waiting all day for a call from his mum. Grabbing the phone from the torture table where he had left it, he stepped outside into the hall. Angel was in the shower, and the rushing water made conversation difficult.

“Mum?”

“Hello, luv.” She sounded weary. “He pleaded guilty.” Shawn had finally gone to court on his indecent assault charge.

“What did he get?”

“They called it a first offense because he’d never been charged before, and he pleaded guilty, he said to save the lad having to tell the court what happened, so he only got eighteen months. And that was reduced to ten for time served on remand. With good behavior, he’ll be out in five months. That’s what your Aunty Eileen said anyway. She came with me.”

He hadn’t wanted her to go and had told her numerous times to stay away since it would only upset her, but she had insisted. “I’m still not sure why you went.”

“I just had to see how bold-faced he was. I wanted him to see me and see if he looked ashamed. And to be honest, he never looked right at me. I think he was ashamed.”

“I doubt it. You didn’t tell Aunty Eileen about me, did you?” No one needed to know that.

“Of course I didn’t, Kael. Anyway there it is. I told you I’d phone when it was over. I’m going out with Aunty Eileen for dinner to cheer ourselves up. She was upset for me. She knew I liked him.”

Leaning his naked back and buttocks against the cool wall, he said quietly, “I’m so sorry, Mum.”

“I’ve told you. You’ve done nothing to be sorry about. Now go back to Angel, and tell him I miss you both and I want to see you again soon. It was lovely celebrating his school success last week. And his mum didn’t seem like such a bitch either.”

“She wasn’t too bad that night,” he admitted. “I love you, Mum.”

“I love you too. Bye, luv.”

Leaving the phone outside on the floor, Kael entered the dungeon and locked the door, placing the key out of reach on top of the door frame. When he glanced over at Angel, the boy was smiling. “I’m yours, Daddy.” Angel looked at the beautiful ring on his finger and then down at his pierced nipples. “Are you going to pierce anything else?”

“Maybe.” Kael smiled. “Come here.” In an instant, Angel was in his arms, hugging him tightly about the chest, smelling of Pears soap. Kael inhaled deeply. “I love how you smell, even when you’re sweaty.” He pressed Angel hard against his body and felt his own cock stiffen and lengthen. Angel’s cock jutted out against Kael groin. “I’ve decided you can start training with SIS, mostly to keep you safe so you don’t end up making the kind of mistakes that landed you in Russia.”

“Daddyyyy!” Angel groaned at the reminder.

“I’m not saying that to point out how inexperienced you are. You were spot-on the way you picked out the threat in the forest and eliminated it. No one else could have seen those men from such a distance. But to keep you safe, you need to know more than you know now.”

Looking up at Kael, his beautiful eyes wide, Angel smiled. “Thank you, Daddy. I so want this.”

“I know. You’re still going to Cambridge next year. But Conran wants you in and he’s arranged an interview for you with some of the other instructors to see what they think of you. They know this is temporary but with a future with MI6 in mind.” Kael released him. “Right, then, what’s your favorite instrument of pleasure, boy?”

“Daddy’s cock and Daddy’s hand,” Angel said at once.

“And do you like them both up your arse?”

“One up and one on, Sir.” Angel giggled. “But I do like them both up.”

The bruises from Angel’s floggings of the last few weeks had faded. His bottom was pale and perfect as always. “Let’s have you on the spanking stool.”

“No, Sir, I don’t think so,” Angel said.

For a moment, Kael stared at him. “What?”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Angel looked up at him. “I’m not getting on the spanking stool. Because you’re not going to spank me.”

It took a second for Kael to realize what Angel wanted. The sweet young face began to pink up. The cock was hard, the veins standing out along its length. No heavy scenes. He wanted to play. “Is that correct, boy?”

“Uh-huh.”

If there was one thing Kael hated, it was not getting a crisp
yes, Sir
or
no, Sir
. Though Angel had always been respectful, he had done it a couple of times when they first started living together and he was feeling rebellious. “What did you say, boy?”

The muscles in Angel’s face twitched in such a way that Kael knew the boy was trying desperately not to laugh. When he had ordered Angel into the dungeon, Kael had been planning a serious hour or two of pleasure, pain, and discipline.

Sometimes you just gotta have fun, Dad-dad.

Deciding to play along, he took the key down, unlocked the door, and opened it. “Get out of my dungeon, boy.”

“Make me,” Angel said with the most aggravating, snotty look. Kael lunged for him, deliberately missing. With a scream, Angel ran for the door. Kael was after him at once, following him through the flat, into the bedroom, through the en suite bathroom, and out the opposite door into the hall. Kael walked with a long, determined stride while Angel ran, giggling hysterically. In the living room, Angel jumped on the couch, which really annoyed Kael. “Get off the furniture with your feet!”

Angel leaped over the back. Making another lunge for the boy, Kael missed for real this time. Angel screamed with laughter, and they spent several moments dancing around the dining-room table.

“Come here.” Kael feigned boredom.

“No!” Sticking his thumbs into his mouth to stretch it wide, Angel stuck out his tongue and made his eyes go all googly weird.

Fighting the urge to laugh, Kael waited to see which way Angel would run. The boy feinted to the right, and then ran left around the table and into the kitchen. Strolling, Kael followed him. Angel wasn’t immediately visible when he entered the kitchen. There was only one place he could be. Ducked down behind the breakfast bar.

“Come out.” Kael forced himself to sound impatient, but he was remarkably calm and quite enjoying the fun of the moment.

Suddenly Angel popped up and tossed something at him. A raw egg splattered against Kael’s bare chest. In an instant he was round the counter, grabbing Angel by both arms. Turning the boy around so his back was to Kael’s belly, he grabbed Angel’s wrists, pushing both arms up his back. Then holding them there with his left hand on both wrists, he forced Angel to bend forward at the waist over the counter as raw egg dripped down his belly.

Knowing it would hurt because there were only a few drops of precum on the tip of his erect cock, Kael spread Angel’s buttocks with his right hand and pressed the tip of his cock to Angel’s anus. “Obey your daddy,” he said loudly, as he pushed inside Angel’s rectum in one long thrust.

It must have hurt. Angel let out a piercing howl and then fell utterly still, his head resting on the counter, turned to one side. All the tension melted from his body as it always did when he was restrained and helpless. With Angel impaled on his cock, Kael’s right hand was free to stroke the boy’s hair away from his face so he could look at him. Angel’s cheeks were pink, his eyes closed.

Kael fucked his boy hard, drawing his cock out to the very tip before thrusting back in up to the hilt. The pleasure brought great moans up from his stomach and out through his mouth. Reaching around Angel’s hips, he grasped his boy’s cock. It was rigid and hot to the touch. When he felt his orgasm ready to explode, he rubbed his hand up and down Angel’s cock with a fast, heavy friction. “Do it!” he gasped.

Slamming his hips against Angel’s arse, Kael orgasmed as pleasure shot through his body, making his knees weak. Even distracted as he was by his own orgasm, he felt Angel’s hot sperm spill over his hand. He lowered his upper body until his chest pressed against Angel’s back, and he kissed the boy’s hot, sweaty cheek. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you.”

Slowly he stood upright. He had worn no condom, and he had wet, raw egg on his chest. Standing, Angel turned and wrapped his arms around Kael. He tipped his face up for a kiss, lips parted, and Kael obliged, lingering long, pushing his tongue inside his boy’s warm, sweet mouth. “What would I do without my Angel?”

“You’d have more money.” Angel smiled.

“I wouldn’t have love or affection or a beautiful boy in my arms at night,” Kael told him. “My life was empty before you. Work, anonymous sex, more work.”

“You love your work, Daddy. You rid the world of bad guys.”