Monroe has time to block the punch, but he doesn't. He turns his head slightly and takes the blow on the side of his jaw. On unsteady legs, he stumbles back several feet. He looks up at me and his hand comes away with smeared blood from a small cut at the corner of his mouth."I will not fight back, but I would prefer no broken teeth.""If you won't fight back, broken teeth will be the least of your worries." This time my fist lands in his midsection.When Monroe's able to straighten upright, I come in with another strike to his face. We're both breathing heavily, with sweat beading on our skin. Monroe doesn't fight back, nor does he avoid my blows. A small piece of sanity returns to my brain, but I still want to cause damage. "You might want to change your mind," I taunt."I might," he says with labored breath and holds his side. He turns away from the next blow so his shoulder takes the hit.I draw my fist back again. The gray cloud in my brain clears completely at the sight of

The jerking of Angel's body wakes me a few hours later. She's speaking Arabic in her sleep, and she's obviously terrified. Suddenly, she sticks out her arms and her legs fly. Then the screams begin. I manage to turn on the light as I struggle to contain her. One of her hands goes to her face and she scratches a deep gouge down her cheek."It's me, Angel! I've got you! Wake up!"She's beyond the sound of my voice as she continues to thrash out of control. From the corner of my eye, I see the door open and Monroe is there. "Here," he says as he tosses me two skeins of rope. "Tie her hands and secure them over her head. Then get her legs." Monroe sits on the bed and shifts his chest across hers, pushing on her torso while I tie the ropes. Her terrified screams don't let up even with her lungs compressed."Hold her tight, Zach." Monroe covers her nose and mouth with his hand, cutting off her incoming supply of air completely.She fights harder. Her crazed eyes see nothing or maybe sh

"Derrick, you need to catch up on reports. You're stuck at a desk until they're finished. Do I make myself clear?" I do everything I can not to toss the paperwork in my hand at his head.He gives me a guilty look and it doesn't help my mood. "Yes, LT. Thank you, sir," he says quickly."Get out of here and get started," I order. After he leaves, I check the calendar on my phone. I have a meeting this afternoon followed by catching up with my own never-ending paperwork.It feels good to be back in the police department. Deciding to accept the desk job seemed like my only option after returning from Houston. I dragged my feet for two weeks before scheduling an appointment to speak with my old captain. The job isn't the same and even with improvement to my knee, its weak condition keeps me out of the field. Babysitting rookies isn't my idea of fun, but I remember the supervisors who took their time to steer me in the right direction. Now I'm one of the supervisors and I have a lot to li

My heart beats so hard I might pass out. I rub my sweating palms against my thighs before placing my hands behind my back. I am wearing only the gift I found lying on my bed-a pair of silky white panties. A note was there too, instructing me to wait in the playroom.Each time they make love to me, their hands brush each other more intimately. They share my body, and each caress tells me how much they love me... and each other. Monroe is Master. Zachery is Sir. I love them both, need them both. An electrical current runs lightly over my skin, making the light hair on my arms stand up when they enter the room. Their beauty is impossible to deny. I cannot make out their low murmured words. They acted strangely today and I know something is going on. It is the reason for my rapid heartbeat.Keeping my head down in submission, I wait and absorb the feeling of their touch. My hair is brushed from my bare shoulders. It is longer now and getting to the point where it is harder to manage. I

The smell of the room always caused a pleasant tightening to his balls-leather, lemon oil, and a hint of sex. It hung in the air, creating the perfect dungeon for kinky play. Monroe preferred rope, while Zachery preferred pain mixed with pleasure. Often they combined the three, but today Monroe wanted to be part of Zachery's fulfillment. He watched as the complicated man smoothed his hands over Angel's thighs and ass. Zachery was unequivocally an ass man.Angel rested on the spanking bench, her rounded bottom in the air, with lingering marks from the rope, but without the redness caused by impact play. Zachery would change that. Monroe gave a slight smile, noticing her unsecured wrist and ankle cuffs. He walked over and attached them to tethers made just for this purpose. Angel's breathing accelerated as he ran his fingers through the strands of her unbound hair. It had finally grown to reach her mid-back. A year and a half ago, it had fallen to mid-thigh. The shearing of her hair had