"She needs to be released quickly and taken out of here," Monroe says. I have no idea where he came from. "The room reserved for you has a shower. Warm water will help, and keep the light low for at least an hour."Monroe unties my bindings first and then we work in tandem unknotting the intricate knots securing Angel. The crowd doesn't wander away as they generally do. They stand and watch while remaining unusually quiet. They seem to know what I feel deep in my soul: The scene was special and Angel is extraordinary.Her body is mostly limp when I gather her into my arms and Monroe unravels the remainder of rope. When the last strand falls to the floor, I carry Angel's shivering body to the back of the club. The pain in my knee isn't even a thought as I lengthen my stride. Damian stands at the entrance to the private rooms, holding a door open for me."Use the phone if you need anything," Damian says as he closes the door quietly behind him.I ease Angel onto one of the thick floo
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
"Is there something I can do?" Damian doesn't hide the concern in his voice. I can only imagine the look in my eyes. I'm back to wanting to kill Monroe all over again.I contain my rage with a slow inhale. "No. Angel and I will go straight to the suite. When did he leave?" I ask as casually as possible. It doesn't fool Damian. Angel tries to wiggle from my grip and that's just not happening.Damian watches our interaction closely. "Monroe shared a few techniques and answered questions for about thirty minutes." He looks between us before returning his gaze to mine. "He gathered his things, gave me the note, and left. Is there a problem I need to know about?"I run my unencumbered fingers through my hair, giving me a moment to control my frustration. "No, I'm still planning dinner with Lydia and your new daughter," I say as a way to change the subject."Lydia will be happy to hear that.""Angel and I will be heading back to Nathanial's estate early tomorrow. Send me an email when y
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 ignored the strain to my knee and now I'm paying the price. A pain pill will help, along with some TLC from Marguerite. The last thing I want is Angel's hands anywhere near my body. It's bad enough that her delicious scent, which is saturated in the bedding, drifts up to my nose. I turn my head and inhale. A fine sheen of sweat breaks out on my skin. The gentle breeze from the ceiling fan moves through the gauze over the bed and hits the dampness, helping me control the swelling in my cock. It's nothing Marguerite hasn't seen before, but I don't need her condescending attitude right now.My mind drifts back to rescuing Angel from the dark smell of death in that basement. I remember her embarrassment and worry about contaminating me with her soiled body. Her overall bravery sticks in my head and God, the lack of weight in my arms when I lifted her. All the horror she survived is only a memory to me. She lived through each and every detail.I sit up, remove my pants, and quickly reme
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
My teeth marks from the previous night are beautifully highlighted on her inner thigh. Red with a touch of blue surrounding the bruised flesh. There will be more tomorrow.My kink.The one I didn't share with Nathanial years ago. But Monroe had his ways and it didn't take him long to use Shibari to expose my kink. He never batted an eye. He encouraged me to bite and bite hard. For something that embarrassed me so much back then, Monroe didn't have my inhibitions. To him, sex and its varied intricacies are to be celebrated and not hidden.I move back on the bed while pulling Angel down, turning her body so her back rests against the duvet. "Hands above your head. Don't bring them down."My knee feels much better, which makes it easier to straddle her waist. I separate her hair to either side of her shoulders, dividing each heavy wave into three strands. I meticulously braid her hair, starting the weave close to her head. When the first braid is finished, I lift it into one of her ha
I roll and bring her with me pulling her close. A halo of hair cocoons us. I smooth away the strands near her face so I can judge her condition. Our play is nothing compared to what I will do in the dungeon, but this will give me an idea of her well-being when things intensify.I run my hands down her arms and over her shoulders, massaging gently until her breathing slows and a gentle lull takes over. A short time later, her stomach growls and my hand travels down to cup that subtle curve. "At some point, we need to shower and dress for dinner.""Yes, Zack." I lightly tickle her ribs and she giggles. "Nathanial is crazy for leaving you with me," I say in a sobering voice.She doesn't reply for a moment, and when the words finally form, she looks away. "He loves me."She's not being shy about it, but I don't quite understand her attitude. "Yes, I believe he does," I say because he told me he does. Her stomach growls again and I place a slight stinging slap to her ass. "Shower, food, an