Graham, Jan - Finding Angel [Wylde Shore] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (23 page)

When Christian and he had purchased their home, they had wanted to live in a semirural area, away from the constant buzz of the city. Both men felt they needed room to move as the city had become far too claustrophobic. Living where they did gave them the chance to relax away from demands of both work and the sometimes all-too-consuming Kink scene. Daniel felt they had finally reached a healthy work-life balance. Still close enough to go to city social events and work, they were also far enough away to not be bothered by anything if they chose to.

The home was set on a large block, and neighbours were still close enough to be acquainted with but not close enough to be sitting in their back pocket. One of the things Daniel found advantageous was the fact that there was no neighbour noise at all where they lived. Daniel and Christian enjoyed renovating vintage cars which, in the city, had required them to hire a space in an industrial area to work out of so as not to alienate their neighbours. Now, with a large garage and workshop on the grounds of their property, they could enjoy their pastime at home and not alienate anyone. There were of course other noises that Daniel preferred the neighbours not be privy to, one of them being any kinky play that he participated it. He chuckled to himself as he thought of his time with Angel this morning. She could be loud at times, and he loved that she would have the freedom to do that without inhibition.

Daniel did his rounds of the hospital, finished some paperwork, and checked his schedule. He rescheduled a few extra local shifts so he could be closer to home in case Angel needed him and turned some of his city days into longer ones so he had extra time off. Happy with his work, Daniel left the hospital at about eleven and headed home. He had texted Christian to see if he could meet them at the shopping centre but had not received a reply. Daniel wanted to take Angel out to buy her something special, but assuming she would be a bit tired from going out with Christian this morning, he opted to take home one dozen long-stemmed roses from the local florist.

Christian had watched as Angel cleaned up the dishes after breakfast and tidied the kitchen. She went into Daniel’s bedroom and stripped the sheets off the bed before asking to be directed to the laundry. She wandered back up the hallway to her room, making the bed before bringing her jeans and a few other items out with her and returning to the laundry. As he walked out onto the front veranda to collect the morning paper, Christian wondered whether Angel thought she was expected to do housework and clean up after the men, or whether this was just a sign of who she was and how comfortable she felt in their home. She looked stunning. Her freshly washed hair was even curlier than it had been yesterday. He loved the way her breasts moved under the silk robe that he had purchased from the same stockist he got her rose-covered bedding from. As Angel walked to the laundry, her bottom jiggled under the shiny material, causing his cock to move in his pants. He didn’t want to go out. He just wanted to sit and watch her carry on her activities in the house.

Christian unrolled the newspaper and pretended to start reading. The house had a much different vibe to it. There was an ease and comfort to being home this morning that he hadn’t noticed before. The house was somehow suddenly feminine and sensual. It appeared to be lighter inside. Everything looked brighter as he relaxed on the sofa. This entire change he attributed to Angel’s presence. In only one day the whole environment had changed for the better.

“Would you like some fresh coffee?” Angel asked, holding up the coffeepot. “You’ll have to show me how to work the machine, though, because I don’t have one of these.”

Christian walked over to her and placed the pot back on the machine. He let his hand run down her back and come to rest on her arse. Her robe had opened slightly at the front, and he could see the cleavage of her breasts tempting him to slip his hand inside and touch them.

“You don’t have to do the housework, Angel.” He spoke softly, taking in the scent coming from her freshly washed body. “I would rather we do other things this morning. I want to get to know you some more.” He leant down and kissed her on the top of the head before placing his arms around her and pulling her body closer into his. He was a little surprised as Angel undid her robe, dropping it to the floor before reaching up to kiss him. God, she was sexy. Her kisses made his whole body start to buzz, and the feel of her naked breasts against his chest did nothing to ease the demands of his cock. As he pushed her forward onto the kitchen island and spread her legs, Christian was sure of one thing. They weren’t going shopping this morning.

Chapter Eleven

Daniel arrived home to hear Angel’s girlish giggle coming from the dining alcove. Oddly, he wasn’t surprised to see Christian sitting at the end of their large, wooden table totally naked and holding a small leather flogger. He was surprised to see Angel, hands cuffed behind her back, with a chain around her waist, securely linked to the leather thigh cuffs that were keeping her legs pressed up toward her and spread wide.

“Hello, Daniel. Christian and I are playing truth or flog.” She smiled up at him, puckering her lips in his direction, indicating she would like a kiss.

As Daniel leant to kiss her, he smiled. She seemed quite comfortable lying on the table all tied up. As he kissed her lips, he let his hand run over her breast before pinching one of her nipples between his fingers. He heard Angel whimper slightly as he raised her breast by the nipple and then let it go. Angel wiggled on the table as he moved back and surveyed her body. There were slight marks on her breasts indicating Christian had flogged them reasonably gently. Her pussy was dark red, he assumed, also from the use of the small flogger in Christian’s hand. Her pussy lips were swollen, and her cunt was visibly wet. The Hitachi was sitting next to her on the table, and Daniel could see the shine of fluid on the table between her legs, obviously from where Christian had made her squirt one or more times.

“So this is how you entertain yourselves when I’m out, is it?” Daniel shook his head and laughed in amusement at them. “Don’t we have a dungeon for this kind of activity, Christian? I’m sure Angel would be much more comfortable on the leather bench than on the hard table.”

“We had a slight issue in the dungeon. I’ll tell you about it later.” Christian gave Daniel the
don’t ask me anymore
look before continuing. “So we moved out here. We’re taking a bit of a break at the moment.”

“Christian broke my pussy,” Angel interrupted. “I’ve come so much I don’t know if I will ever come again.” Daniel laughed as she looked at him and pouted.

“Well, if it’s broken, maybe Christian should let you up off the table.” Daniel grinned. “And what about a nice relaxing soak in the tub as a treat?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Christian said, standing up and removing the cuffs that bound Angel while Daniel walked to her bathroom and filled the bath. He noticed his sheets had been changed and that the bed in Angel’s room had been made. When he returned from running the bath, Angel was cleaning the table and putting the chairs back in place. He grabbed a vase and returned to Angel’s bedroom. He placed the roses in the vase and put them on her dresser.

“Thank you, they’re lovely,” he heard her say as she entered the room, stopping to smell the flowers as she walked past. Daniel watched her get into the bath and returned to talk Christian, who had made coffee and was now dressed and seated on the sofa.

“What happened?” Daniel asked. “In the dungeon, what happened?”

“She doesn’t like blades.” Christian looked at his brother with deep concern. “And she has knife scars.”

“Jesus, we agreed nothing heavy in play until we knew more about her, and the day after she arrives, you get into knife play. Fuck, Christian. Are you an idiot?” Daniel snapped.

“Calm down. I didn’t even touch the knives.” Christian seemed annoyed that Daniel had even suggested he had tried to get that intense with Angel on their first play session. “Everything was going nicely, we started off with a little flogging. She gets wet with the smell of leather, by the way. Anyway, she agreed to me doing some rope work on her, when I turned her around so she was facing the wall that has the knife case on it, she freaked out. She wanted me to stop, said she would do anything but please don’t hurt her. I got her out of there as quick as I could. She seemed to calm down but wouldn’t tell me what had scared her, so I made up the truth and flog game. She got to come if she told me the truth and got a little flogging if she didn’t.”

“So how did you figure out it was the knives?” Daniel was still frowning intently at his brother.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but she has a scar on the side of her throat, and there is a large one on her shoulder blade. They’re knife wounds. I’d recognise them anywhere. So I asked about the scars, and she told me she got them in a bar fight, which I know is total bullshit and one reason she had a little flogging. She didn’t budge though, still maintains it was a bar fight. Eventually it dawned on me she was facing the knife case when she freaked. I asked her if she was scared by the knives. She said yes.”

“I’ve never noticed a scar on her back. The one on her neck, yes, I saw that but thought it was too soon to ask about it,” Daniel stated.

“Her hair covers the one on her back. I only noticed it because I tied her hair up to do the rope work.” Christian looked worried. “It’s a stab wound, Daniel. I’m not sure about her neck, but the one on her back is a stab wound. It’s not a superficial mark from any kind of play.”

“So what are you going to do about the blades?” Daniel asked softly.

“The blades are going. I never really got into them anyway. I got them when I dated Penny while you were away. I only kept them because I like the look of them. But if they are a problem for Angel, then they’re gone.”

Angel soaked in the tub for quite a while before she decided it was time to get towelled off and return to the living area. She put on her lacy, white bra and knickers and looked in her bag to see what she could wear. She hadn’t really packed any comfortable around-the-house clothes when she had packed for a few days away. She had the pair of jeans and cotton shirt that was in the wash, a spare top, a cotton sundress, and her going-out dress. Angel pulled the floral sundress out of the bag and popped it on. It was a little wrinkled, but she was only going to be at home, so she didn’t worry. Angel really needed to go shopping. She only had one change of underwear and, thanks to Christian’s ripping handiwork, nothing to wear to bed if she wanted to. Currently, she would have to wash every day to remain in clean clothes. Angel heard a tap on the door just before Daniel entered.

“Lunch is ready.” He smiled. “And by the way, you look beautiful.” With those words, he was gone.

Angel walked into the living area to see the freshly showered and dressed Christian serving pasta onto three plates. When he saw her, he walked over to her and gave her a hug.

“Thank you for this morning. I had fun, and I promise to kiss your broken pussy better later on tonight.” She felt Christian brush her hair aside, oblivious to the fact it was so Daniel could see the scar on her shoulder blade.

During lunch, it was decided that they would go shopping for the afternoon. Angel jumped at the chance to get some more clothes, and before she knew it, they were driving to the closest shopping mall. Angel thought Daniel’s car was lovely. He had bought it new when he had arrived home, and it still had that new-car smell about it. The leather seats were her favourite. The smell was exquisite, and apart from Christian’s jokes about her leather fetish, which he had discovered that morning, Angel enjoyed the ride. Angel had never figured out where her love for leather had come from, but she couldn’t deny its effect on her. It wasn’t the feel of it on her skin or even the look of it that appealed to her. It was the smell. For some strange and unknown reason, it aroused her. She tried to explain her love for it to Daniel as they drove along in the car, but she ended up being lost for words. All she knew was the ride in the car was making her pussy wet and causing it to tingle with arousal.

Angel didn’t really know what to expect from this shopping trip. Her previous experience of going shopping with men was always a quick affair. They decided what they needed before leaving home, went to the shop or shops they needed to go to, and then went back home. That certainly wasn’t how Angel shopped. She liked wandering around, looking at all different stores, finding a good bargain, and making a mental list of what she might like to save for to buy another day. She also enjoyed having a coffee and maybe something to eat while she watched all the other shoppers walk by. Shopping was a bit of an event, a treat. Angel found it relaxing. In the past, she had also used it as a break away from the house. It was a way to get lost from reality. If no purchases were made, then it didn’t matter. It was still a way to escape life. Christian and Daniel were certainly like no other men she had ever known, so she was interested to see what a shopping trip was like with them. As Daniel parked the car, Angel realised she had butterflies in her stomach. Feeling a little silly about the unexplained excitement made her face heat as she exited the car. She laughed softly as they walked across the car park. Daniel and Christian had positioned themselves on either side of her. Angel felt like she had a protection detail, flanking her on both sides, ready for any danger that may occur. Once they got to the entrance of the mall, Angel continued to walk along, intrigued to see where the men were going. She spotted a few clothes stores she wanted to look at but decided she would go into them as they were going back to the car. For the time being, she wanted to see what Christian and Daniel had on their minds. Daniel took her by the hand, saying, “Here we are,” as he led her into a lingerie store.