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

Angel's eyes lower and her free hand makes a small fist on the table. During my years as a police officer, I learned the best way to get an answer is silence after the question. I wait, making each second seem like a minute.She replies abruptly without looking at me. "I was married to an older man when I was young and-"I break the golden rule of interview and interrogation and interrupt. "How young?"Her delicate gulp before answering tells me a lot. "Sixteen.""Go on," I say and pick up my glass again. I suddenly realize I need the fog the alcohol brings as much as Angel does. She was fucking sixteen when she went to some dirty old man. I need to have a grip on the sudden burst of anger that's spreading through me.Angel glances up and I'm suddenly caught in her web of what's made her who she is. "My mother died, and my father sold me at the request of his remaining wives." The hurt drips off her in waves of misery. I remain quiet so she'll continue. "I was the third wife." She

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

I thread my fingers through her hair, unraveling some of the mess I made. "You would like my parents," I begin. "They always wanted a daughter too, but after me, their one and only child, they were never successful." I take my other hand from her shoulder and use it to help unweave her tangles as I continue speaking. "I had a dream childhood but wondered, often, if they adopted me. I was completely opposite from them. If there was a violent sport, I wanted to play-ice hockey, football, rugby. It didn't matter how many bones I broke, I lived for the rush." I peel hair from the side of her face where sweat has glued it. I lift the strands I remove and bring them to my nose. God, she smells wonderful and it's even better now that the scent of sex fills the room. She snuggles in closer with a small purr. "My parents are the gentlest, sweetest people you could ever meet," I continue softly. "They spent their younger years marching against war, fighting for gun control, and shaking their hea

The day passes quickly. Before the sun goes down, we dress for dinner with Damian and Lydia. I put on jeans and a black button-down shirt, which I leave hanging loose. Angel looks unsure when she walks into my room wearing another set of flowing pants and top. Her head and hair are covered."You look beautiful," I tell her because it's true. There's something to be said for keeping Angel's curves to myself. Her relieved smile makes my cock stiffen and my jeans uncomfortable. "Once we're inside Damian's apartment, would you be willing to uncover your hair?"Her eyes shine into mine. "If that is your wish.""Will it keep you from enjoying yourself?"She shakes her head. "No, I do not think so.""Then that, my beautiful damsel," I place a soft kiss on her cheek, "is what I wish."***I resist the temptation to hold her hand during the drive, but only because I need to shift gears in the Mustang. My craving for touch hasn't diminished, and I only make it halfway to our destination b