Caught By Two Doms (Club El Diablo (Angel's Doms Book 2)) (12 page)

Chapter Twenty-Four

Zachary

Angel asked for permission to read up in their bedroom and Monroe granted her request. She’d been quiet throughout the rest of the day, and kneeled on the floor through dinner without protest. Honestly, it still bothered Zach, but not as it once had. Give and take… it was his new motto. Monroe wasn’t close to being as heavy-handed as Zach with impact play and preferred to watch. Zach could say the same for some of the rope play or Monroe’s small tortures with clothespins, fire, and even needles. To each their own kink.

He walked into Monroe’s den and found him leaning back in his comfortable chair with his eyes closed. Zach made to back out, but Monroe smiled. Zach couldn’t remember seeing so many grins on the man’s face. A constantly firm demeanor was the norm.

“Sit down, please.”

“Would you like me on my knees by your chair?”

Monroe’s eyes opened. “Don’t temp me.”

Zach hesitated then took a deep breath. He’d spent weeks thinking about what he needed most from Monroe and what he could give back. Zach straightened his back, and walked next to Monroe’s chair, falling to his knees.

“God, Zachary, you are killing me.”

Zach looked at him. “That isn’t my goal.”

Monroe’s hand came out and tentatively touched the side of Zach’s head. “This is not a good idea right now.”

Zach thought about it. “May I ask why, Nathanial?”

“Damn you.” He looked anywhere but at Zach. “I have no control.”

Monroe’s face was so conflicted, and at the same time beautiful. Zach could stare at him for hours every day and never grow tired of seeing him. While Monroe laid sleeping and healing from his wounds, Zach had memorized each line and small imperfection. They made up the stunning good looks of the most incredible man Zach had ever met.

This time Zach’s hesitation wasn’t as long. He took Monroe’s hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing the backs of his fingers.

“Do not do this, Zachary.”

“Don’t you think it’s time…past time?”

Monroe put his head back and closed his eyes. The look on his face was painful for Zach to see… longing and desire… mixed with fear. Zach came to his feet and bent over the chair, placing his hands on either arm.

“I love you, Nathanial.” He used just his lips and managed to keep his hands locked in place. Monroe returned the kiss, his lips so different from Angel’s—hard but soft at the same time. A man’s lips, and he tasted so damn good.

Zach released the chair and stood. “Tomorrow, no more running. I’m done with it and so are you.”

He turned and left the room. He found Angel sleeping, and removed his clothes and crawled in beside her, pulling her close. He could still taste Monroe on his lips and his dick was rock hard against Angel’s back. Sleep didn’t come until hours later when Monroe slid into bed.

***

He woke up with Angel lying half on top of him and a morning hard-on that rivaled any he’d had as a teenager. Not surprisingly, Monroe was already up and out of the room. How the man existed on little or no sleep was beyond Zach, but it only meant things were getting back to normal.

Zach slid his hand up Angel’s thigh and delved between her legs. She pushed against his questing fingers, her pussy riding his hand. He loved the sweet sounds she made as he stroked her inner depths… slow and steady. Her breathing accelerated and she frantically pumped her hips. He pulled her hair so she looked at him.

“Stop, Angel.”

Her eyes were still bleary with sleep, her body craving dreamy fulfillment.

“That’s enough.”

He stilled his hand and waited for his command to register. He knew getting her hot and bothered was his fault but he liked tormenting her since fulfillment was in todays plans.

She buried her face in the pillow and mumbled something that sounded like, “I hate you.”

He figured he’d misheard, because her ass was still bruised from the heavy-handed spanking Monroe gave her the day before. “You’re taking a shower with me and then we’re going downstairs for breakfast. Be good and I’ll try and talk Monroe into an early session. My dick is killing me.”

This time he knew he heard the laughing, “I hate you,” and he swatted her ass for good measure.

They showered and Zach kept his hands to himself. He didn’t think he could take much more. Angel gave him a knowing smile… she wasn’t fooled. And neither was Zach when her body accidently brushed against his cock one too many times.

Monroe was busy reading the morning paper that he still insisted on even in the digital age. Monroe could act so casual, but Zach knew Monroe caught every nuance around him.

“Pleasant shower, love?” he said when Angel kneeled beside his chair.

Zach hid his grin behind a cough when she made a very low grumbling sound.

“Yes, Master.”

Monroe didn’t lift his head from behind the paper. “Well, it is nice to see Zachary exhibit some control. I was beginning to doubt he had any.”

“If you’re talking about jacking off in bed last night, I didn’t.”

Monroe lowered the paper. “That is not what I am speaking of.” He placed an orange slice between Angel’s lips. She licked the juice off his fingers after taking the bite between her teeth. “I believe today will be a long session and Sir will need relief before we begin… due to his not “jacking off” as he calls it, you will pleasure him before we get started.”

“Now, Master?”

“No. Let me feed you first. Zachary can wait a little longer.”

Zach could, but he had a feeling Angel blowing him would have little impact on the control he needed to get through whatever Monroe had in mind.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Monroe

He fed Angel from his plate, pretended to read the remainder of his paper, and then stood to leave the room.

“I will organize what I need in the studio. Please take care of Sir’s needs, love, and then the two of you stretch and prepare. This will be a long session.”

He walked away without looking back. The last thing Monroe could handle was seeing Angel’s lips on Zachary’s cock. He allowed Zachary needed relief because Monroe wanted Zachary to think about submission with more than his cock. Monroe prided himself on restraint and always had but this might be more than he could handle.

He felt instant calm wash over him as he entered his studio. He stopped and took a few deep breaths, needing this time to prepare himself. A moment later, he walked over and moved the large lights to where he wanted them. He had missed Melody, his photographer, since her retirement and had not found a replacement. Not that he would have anyone in the studio with the three of them today. These pictures were just for him and would never be publicized or sold.

He opened drawers and removed the items he required, checked the camera, and then placed it on a tripod. He adjusted the bar on the winch, lined up his skeins of rope then sat cross-legged on the floor to meditate.

Placing his hands on his thighs, he imagined a single piece of rope, and slowly unraveled the threads with his mind. The whispers of the rope took over his consciousness and his breathing slowed as his world narrowed to the imaginary texture floating in front of him.

He heard Zachary and Angel enter the room, but it was on another level. Their preparations were as soothing as his own. They didn’t speak, and soon his cognizance included their synchronized breaths; he effortlessly matched his to theirs.

He began creating his intended design in his imagination, troubleshooting the difficulties before they arose. When he opened his eyes and looked up, Zachary stood over Angel stretching her leg above her head while she lay flat on her back. Both of them were naked with a slight sheen of sweat already misting their skin from their prep time.

“Shall we begin?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Yes, Nathanial.”

Zachary, damn him, was making this as difficult as possible, and knew the use of his given name would start the tide rolling. Monroe needed this to progress slowly and refused to have Zachary top his design.

Mastering Zachary would be a finely choreographed dance.

He walked over, pulled a tie from his pocket, and slowly braided Angel’s hair.

“Back to back on your knees. Lean into each other and I will adjust the bar. Raise your hands.”

Zachary’s arms were longer than Angel’s, so Monroe placed them to the outside of hers. He slowly wound the rope around Zachary’s left wrist, making a coiled band, and then did the same to Angel’s until both sets of hands were secured to each other. He didn’t fasten them to the bar, because their shoulders would stiffen and he wanted them to have the bar to pull against if it became necessary.

He kissed Angel lightly on the lips and then bent to her nipple, taking it into his mouth. Her breathing accelerated, which was what he wanted. Trailing his hand across her flesh, he walked around to Zachary.

Leaning in, he initiated his first kiss.

When Zachary tried to deepen it, Monroe pulled away, picked up another skein of rope, and set to work. Within minutes, he was lost in the call of the rope. This design wasn’t meant to be complex, which was totally unlike most of his work—it was meant to keep them where he wanted them.

Stopping to take pictures at different stages, he tipped Angel’s face to the angle he wanted and did the same to Zachary’s. A touch, then a caress; he kept them both on a steep sexual edge.

So many times he had wanted to freely run his hands over Zachary’s body, feel the sculpted muscle, dip in and out of each valley, and kiss each pulse beat where he found them. He was finally able to give into his desire and Zachary made no protests. He didn’t leave Angel out… he could never get tired of her silky skin and soft, womanly curves in just the right places. But having Zachary at his fingertips was new to him. Monroe thrilled at the sounds Zachary made and the smell of his sweat, more pungent than Angel’s, but just as enticing.

The rope accented Zachary’s muscles and bound Angel’s soft flesh. The design did everything Monroe dreamed it could. Several times, he sat back and just gazed at the two of them. He whispered soft words of praise, “You are beautiful, love. Zachary, you leave me breathless.”

He was not sure if Angel heard him in her drug-like state, but Zachary followed him with his eyes; he was alert enough to give off steam. Monroe removed his shirt and settled in front of Zachary with his own knees slightly spread. He traced a line of sweat from the center of Zachary’s chest down past his waist and ending at the top of his cock.

So convenient really.

Monroe wanted a taste, but this design would not make it easy for him to go down on Zachary. And maybe that was why he chose it. The first time, he did not want Zachary at his mercy through the constrictors of rope… he wanted Zachary to thrust inside his mouth with need.

Monroe’s cock jumped beneath his tightening pants. He took Zachary’s cock in his hand and squeezed with slow, steady pressure until Zachary sucked in a gulp of air. Then he wrapped his other hand beneath his balls and, ever so slowly, tightened his hand. Leaning forward, his lips met Zachary’s and he explored the taste that was so uniquely his.

He felt the balls tighten beneath his fingers and let his hand fall while pulling slightly away from Zachary’s mouth.

“Damn you.”

Monroe placed both his hands to either side of Zachary’s face and went back in for a deeper kiss. This time he used his tongue and teeth. Zachary’s frustration showed clearly when he nipped Monroe’s lip and then smiled when Monroe jerked away.

“You will pay for that.” There was nothing but heated promise in Monroe’s words.

“I damn well better.”

Monroe jerked Zachary’s head back by his hair, much rougher than he would have handled Angel. He placed nipping kisses along his scratchy jaw and then bit his earlobe with a sharp pinch of teeth.

Zachary hissed and his body shuddered.

“Hmm, you like to use your teeth, but also like the feel of them on your flesh. I never suspected.”

“Fuck you,” Zachary whispered in frustration.

“I hope so.”

That shut Zachary up. And, it was time to play a bit with Angel, who was so deep into subspace that her dreamy eyes barely registered when he began placing clothespins across the skin of her breasts.

With several still held in his hand, he walked around to Zachary.

“Will you submit?”

“Don’t ask. Just fucking do it.”

Monroe laughed, which is something he never did in the throes of his art. The only skin on Zachary’s body loose enough to hold the pins was the most uncomfortable place on a man. Monroe didn’t hesitate and placed four clothespins on the outer sack of his balls.

He took the camera off the tripod and snapped photographs from every angle, concentrating more on the look Zachary gave him… pain, acceptance, and at last… submission.

He put the camera down and walked around to Angel, removing the pins one at a time, loving the quiet sounds she made with the release of each one. Zachary remained stoic, but let out the air he held when the last one was unclipped.

Monroe began unbinding Zachary, massaging and caressing as the bindings slipped away. He smiled slightly when the last of the rope dropped and Zachary looked at him in question.

“Take Angel to the playroom and wait for me.”

Zachary did not hesitate. He unwrapped the ropes, paying special attention to Angel’s shoulder muscles so she would not cramp. He carried her from the room. Monroe began the slow, methodical chore of putting his studio to rights.