I leave with Stephens for the forty-five minute trip into Houston and Club El Diablo. Monroe keeps a suite at the exclusive El Diablo Hotel, and I stop there briefly before entering the club, which is located on the premises of the hotel.The lights, smells, and music bring me fully into my kink headspace. I've visited private clubs around the country, but no matter the attractions each has, El Diablo is my favorite. The sight of the beautiful carousel makes me smile and brings back the memory of the last punishment I gave Sara before she met her husband. It was a spanking with the flat of my hand but it was more than satisfying.At the beginning of my BDSM exploration, Sara held my hand. She was a switch in the early days of her own journey, and she had good understanding of what I needed to learn. Monroe taught me about bondage techniques and how to create the perfect scene. It was Sara who showed me the delicate exchange of power I needed in order to understand how it all comes to

Monroe tightens the suspension rope and raises Angel to the very tips of her toes. I maneuver her higher and she keeps rising until her feet completely leave the ground. Her low painful moan causes my already attentive cock to twitch while I keep her body from pitching forward. I look over my shoulder and give Raul, who's controlling the winch, our prearranged signal to begin lifting me higher.I rise from the floor and remove one hand from Angel to grab the web. Balanced precariously, I insert my foot onto the web rope to further balance myself. I remove one of the rope skeins from my waistband and, using one hand and my teeth, release the knot holding the doubled strand of rope together and let it shake loose. My job is to secure her to the top of the web from above while Monroe works on her legs. He tucks the back of her calves to her thighs and begins securing the lower part of her body to the web. An intricate weave takes shape and the strands on Angel's body begin blending into

I can't breathe. Her memory fills my thoughts. At my shock, she turns away, her shoulders quivering. I stand staring at the graceful lines of her body. Her perfect skin, perfect everything. It's her-my fantasy. But in the actual fantasy she's not crying.I blow out the breath I've been holding and step out of the shower. The items in my hands fall to the counter and my legs move me back into the shower. I rest my palms on the hair covering her shoulders. Pulling her up toward me, I mold her back to the front of mine and draw in a deep breath, let it out, and close my eyes. Fuck.Grazing her ear with my lips I whisper, "Don't cry."My words release a torrent of gut-wrenching sobs and I hold on, keeping her tightly wrapped in my arms while the warm water cascades over us. I offer comfort, but anger, apathy, longing, and just the unbelievable feeling that this is a dream cascade through my brain. Monroe knew. Somehow... someway... he found Hooriya because he knew.And she's Monroe's s

There are so many questions running through my head, but my brain freezes again when I see her choice of clothing. The white pants are loose-fitting and flow over her lower body. The navy blue top is cut high at the neck and falls over the curve of her breasts and down past her waist. The color accents the blue of her eyes, and the smooth plains of her exotic face are highlighted by the edge of the material against her skin. A white scarf covers her head, hiding her glorious hair. Though she's covered, nothing but a complete facial mask could possibly hide her beauty."Is my attire appropriate, Sir?"I frown in displeasure and her hands fumble with the knot at her scarf. I rest my hand on top of hers, covering her trembling fingers, and stop their movement.We need to settle this right now. "What is my name?"She hesitates but replies softly, "Zach.""Please use it." I rub my fingers over her skin and inch my body a little closer so I can inhale her scent. "You are lovely.""Yes... Zac

I clench my teeth and I go rock hard when her lips open and heat surrounds my cock. She sucks me so deep I hit the back of her throat while her large expressive eyes prove her longing matches mine. I'm truly lost and far beyond the ability I need to stop this delicious torture. Her lips open wider and her tongue slides along each sensitive inch. Saliva streams from her mouth to my cock and desire racks my entire body. My eyes remain riveted while she licks me like an ice cream cone in the Mohave Desert. Her tongue's hot velvet inches along my flesh clear to my balls. My hips rise from the bed as she moves up and takes my cock inside her mouth again.I sink my hands in her hair, spreading the length around us while keeping her delectable mouth visible while she works my dick and balls. I've experienced hundreds of blow jobs, but nothing compares to the mind-blowing mouth fuck she's giving me right now.My balls clench tighter and the steady hum of orgasm spreads. I grasp a larger sect