Two Doms For Angel (20 page)

Her laughter traveled down
Zach’s skin and centered in his cock. Before he could decide what
to do, Monroe found him.

Marguerite left the room
muttering Spanish under her breath. Zach caught just a small part
of a “stupid man” comment and smiled.

“It sounds like you’ll be
busy for a while but I was hoping we could talk later. I’m staying
in the guest room, but if that doesn’t work for you, I can take off
tonight.”

Monroe was drinking him in
with his eyes. “It will always be your room if you want
it.”

“That’s what I’d like to
talk about. How is she?”

“Better.”

“Better?”

“Better than when you
left.”

“I’m sorry.”

“She’ll take you back, even
if it’s only occasionally. She loves you.”

“I love her, but I don’t
know if I can do occasional.”

“I think she’s been hurt
enough.”

“I don’t plan on hurting
her. Well, maybe a little.” He gave a slight grin.

Monroe’s eyes took in
everything, just as they always had. “Would you like to join us in
the studio?”

“Yes, I think I would. I
need to change.”

“Stay here and I’ll get
everything set up. Give me five minutes then go change. I’ll have
her ready.”

Angel was kneeling naked on
the mat, a blindfold around her eyes. The short hair made her look
like a pixie. A very sensual, beautiful pixie.

Zach padded softly into the
room on bare feet. Her head tilted and a quizzical look appeared on
her face before her chin dropped again. Monroe methodically coiled
rope and nodded for Zach to approach Angel.

Five feet away and he could
smell the unique odor that was all her; flowers mixed with spice.
There was no way he could be this close and not touch. He took
another step and then another, going to his knees. His hand came up
and ran through her hair. The look on her face softened and her
nose turned toward his wrist. She stopped and her facial features
froze.

Zach removed the
blindfold.

Wide, blue eyes stared at
him, and then a lone tear pooled and fell, traveling down her
cheek. He reached up and caught it with his finger as another
followed. She didn’t seem to notice when Monroe began binding her
arms. Zach smoothed his thumbs over her cheeks and then, leaning
in, he touched his mouth to hers. He licked away the small amount
of salt from her tears before deepening the kiss.

Her breath caught and the
floodgates opened. His hands tightened in her hair and his mouth
savaged hers. He wanted the taste of her mouth for a
lifetime.

“Your arms,
Zach.”

Zach pulled back and looked
at his friend. Standing slowly, he walked to the side of the mat
and removed his pants. Naked, he walked back and knelt again,
facing Angel. Monroe handed him a condom and Zach didn’t question,
just put it on and then moved his hands behind his back.

Monroe worked and drifted
deeper into his artistic zone. Zach had been there with his friend
many times before. Monroe wrapped them both in a separate Shibari
rope harness; his hands were deft as they worked their
magic.

With Zach’s hands bound
behind him, Monroe turned to Angel once more. He attached Angel to
the hoist and then turned it on to lift her up. He assisted Zach to
his feet and brought him closer to Angel. Monroe’s hands went to
Angel’s legs and gently glided over her skin before wrapping them
around Zach.

Zach’s erect cock sat at
the entrance of her pussy but she was too high and even when she
tightened her legs it wasn’t going to work. The winch lowered
slightly but Zach needed his hands.

Monroe’s arms came around
from behind Angel and his fingers covered her breasts pulling her
upper body back into his chest.

“Ahhhh.” The first small
sounds escaped her throat.

With her body tilted back,
Zach lined his dick up to the entrance of her pussy and thrust
forward with his hips.

The muscles on Monroe’s
arms flexed and Angel was forced forward onto Zach’s cock. Her
upper body was pushed in closer and his lips reached for hers
again.

Zach couldn’t help his
flinch when he felt Monroe’s hands moved from behind Angel and
squeezed his fingers into Zach’s hips. The hands stilled and Zach
let out his indrawn breath.

“It’s okay. I need her
pussy closer.” Zach managed to rasp.

Angel’s breathing and sighs
became louder. Monroe controlled their thrusts. It was frustrating,
but at the same time unbelievably erotic. Zach didn’t know when he
completely let himself go, but he stopped thinking about anything
but pleasure. His moans traveled up from his throat and filled the
room. The pressure in his balls became unbelievably tighter when
her pussy began pulsing in wave after wave of orgasm. His teeth
sank into her shoulder and her scream knocked him past the point of
no return.

Zach pulled back, going to
his knees where his face was even with Angel’s pussy, still wanting
to touch, loving the smell. The electrical sound of the winch
thrummed as it lowered her until she rested on her knees in front
of him again.

Monroe began unknotting the
ropes holding Zach and messaged his arms once he was untied. He had
done this so many times before, but this time was completely
different. Zach let the feel of Monroe’s hands shimmer through his
body.

Zach’s throaty whisper came
out when Monroe stopped.

“Turn around, Angel.” Zach
began the same process of unbinding and massage with her, aware
Monroe stood behind him.

Angel’s tears began falling
again and Zach pulled her close. “I’m so sorry.”

Her sobs grew louder, and
Zach looked to Monroe at a complete loss. Then, his eyes traveled
down his friend’s body and stopped at the erection not quite hidden
behind his pants.

Gazing back up, he gave
Monroe a questioning look. Hope, yearning, and fear showed on a
face that was always controlled, always certain, and always in
command. It was Zach’s call.

Zach smoothed Angel’s hair
back, missing the length but loving the feel and smell he dreamed
about. “My sweet sub,” he whispered in her ear. “Your master needs
you, and your job is not yet complete.”

Kleenex appeared over
Zach’s shoulder and he used it to wipe her face.

“Blow.” She did as told,
and then Zach removed his condom and wrapped it in another
Kleenex.

Moving to the side, he
reached his hand back and drew Monroe in closer. “Take care of your
master, slave.”

She reached up and took
hold of Monroe’s pants, pulling them down his legs. Zach reversed
their previous position and stepped behind Angel. He took her hands
and pulled them behind her back. “Mouth on your master, hands on
me.”

His head rested between her
shoulder blades. He was still unbelievably hard as her fingers ran
down the length of his cock. He heard her mouth make moist sounds
as she wrapped her lips around Monroe.

The sweet torture continued
and finally Zach had to look. Monroe’s hands were on either side of
her head controlling her movements. He was sliding in and out
slowly, his eyes staring directly into Zach’s.

“Bite her for me, Zach.”
The words sounded as if they were torn from his lungs.

Next to the first bite,
Zach placed his teeth hard against her flesh. Her mouth was full of
cock but her cry tore out and Monroe thrust hard into her throat.
Her hands convulsed on Zach’s cock and he exploded against her
back.

Sunlight poured into the
room and Zach looked at the two people he loved and had almost
thrown away. They fell to the floor. Arms and legs became tangled
and where one body left off another began. The seamless beauty
reminded Zach of Shibari.

Each knot had its
purpose.

Each strand had its
place.

The silk of the rope gave
complete submission to all who practiced the honesty of the art.
Zach was finally home.

Monroe

Before…

He saw the Marine go down
but he wasn’t in a position to do anything about it. He would need
to wait and hope the soldier remained alive until he could get to
him.

Entering the room, he only
had time for a quick glance. The Marine sat, tied to a chair. Two
hundred pounds of bravery and pissed-off soldier stared back at his
attackers. The ropes were wrong, though. They needed to be tied
correctly. They needed to show this man in all his glory; the
strength of his body, the lines of his muscles, and the inner
resolve of the man to be. The man who was really just a
boy.

Someday.

Angel

Before…

She heard the gunfire from
above. It was too much to hope they were being rescued. She had no
hope left. It died with the cold hand of her friend. Her grip
tightened and she imagined the hand she held squeezed
back.

Then quiet, the worst part
of waiting. Maybe they would all die. She accepted this; it was the
only possible ending.

She closed her eyes at the
light; she did not want to see death.

“
Fucking clear! Get down here, L.T.”

The sounds. More men. She opened her
eyes.

It was his face that gave her hope;
strong, gentle, beautiful.

She listened to him speak, give
commands, and try to help.

“
They don’t speak
English.”

He was there in front of her;
unaffected by the filth. She watched as his hands pried her fingers
from those of her friend. He said he would protect her friend, even
in death, and she believed him.

When his arms closed around her to
carry her from the dark cold room, her shame intensified. He was
pure, clean, and solid where her soiled body rested against
him.

He walked beside her before they took
her away; holding her hand, his eyes shining into hers. He was her
angel.

Angel

Current Day…

Her heart beat rapidly. She rubbed her
sweating palms against her thighs before placing her hands behind
her back. She wore only the gift she’d found lying on her bed: a
pair of slinky white panties. A note had been there, too,
instructing her to wait in the playroom.

Every time they made love to her, their
hands brushed each other more. They shared her body, and each
caress told her of their feelings for her — and each other. Monroe
was Master, and would always be; Zachery was Sir, and that, too,
would always be. She loved them both, needed them both.

An electrical charge ran over her skin
when they entered the room. She couldn’t make out their low
murmured words. They’d acted strangely today; something was going
on, but she could not figure out what it was.

Keeping her head down in submission,
she could feel her hair brushing across her bare shoulders. It was
longer now and easier to manage. She didn’t miss the extra length
but knew Sir did. She would grow it out again to please
him.

“
Stand, slave.” Master’s
voice sounded loud in the previously quiet room.

Sir’s hand reached for hers and helped
her rise. Being told to stand in their presence like this, in the
playroom, was very strange and a feeling of dread ran through her
mind.

“
Look at me, Angel,” Zach
said.

Her eyes lifted to Sir; he hadn’t
released her fingers.

Her eyes widened in alarm as he went to
his knee before her. Her gaze jerked toward Master, who only smiled
and nodded his chin toward Sir.

Slowly, she looked at the gorgeous man
on his knee before her. In his hand, he held a gold ring with a
large diamond that sparkled, catching the muted light in the room.
She covered her mouth and tears came to her eyes.

“
I love you, Angel Philips.
Will you marry me?”

Shakily, her hands traveled up to her
eyes and she sank to her knees on legs that could no longer hold
her up. Silent tears trailed down her face. Strong arms pulled her
forward into Sir’s solid embrace as Master’s warm body settled in
behind her.

“
Don’t cry,” Sir said. “I’m
beginning to worry about your answer.”

She laughed through tears and threw her
arms around Sir.

“
Yes, yes, please!” Her arms
tightened.

“
Thank you, Angel.” His
voice sounded choked. “But we’re not finished yet.”

He gently pried her locked arms from
his neck and placed the ring on her finger. She tried to reach her
hand out to admire it, but Sir gently turned her around.

Master waited with a collar held
between his hands. It was like no collar she had ever seen; it was
more like some jeweled fairytale creation. The golden circle had
two rows of large diamonds, connected by smaller rows an inch
apart, making it a dazzle of pure light. A small gold lock,
dangling from one side, was open and waiting for her.