Chapter 65

I always expect the dungeon to smell like sweat and sex, but it never does. Marguerite keeps it spotless and smelling like leather cleaner with a slight touch of disinfectant. I've often wondered what she thinks about when cleaning up after Monroe. The thought makes me smile.

I glance around the quiet room and my cock hardens further at the sight of Angel kneeling. She's in Monroe's favorite submissive position and there's no way in hell I'll correct it.

I pretend to ignore her, walk to one of many drawers, and remove wrist and ankle restraints, placing them in my pocket. I adjust the height of the spanking bench, prolonging Angel's suspense while I play with the knobs. Next, I move to another drawer. I withdraw a new packaged butt plug and lube, and lay them on a table near the bench.

I turn on my favorite kinky hard rock music and let the sound roll through the room before approaching Angel. My hand has a will of its own and moves to the crown of her head.

"Before we begin with