Angel and the Assassin (21 page)

“Good boy.” Kael ripped open a foil packet, pulled out the thin latex sheath, and snapped it. He positioned it at the tip of his wet cock and slid it on. Without pause, without another word, he touched the arrowhead to Conran‟s anus and pushed. “Boy, you have my permission to come anytime you want.”

Then Kael reamed him, hard and fast, fucking Conran‟s backside, allowing sharp shards of pleasure to sweep up his hard belly and around his hips to engulf his buttocks. He clenched the muscles in his arse tight, thudding his groin into the man‟s arse. He had no idea when Conran came, he was so engulfed in the orgasm flooding his torso and making his cock feel huge. The last streaks of his orgasm pierced his thighs, and he fell forward over Conran‟s back, spent, panting.

At length his heart slowed and his breathing became even. “If you were a target, this is the point when I‟d kill you,” Kael whispered into his ear, not wanting Angel to hear, and felt Conran‟s body stiffen beneath him.

Kael chuckled and stood up.

Walking swiftly over to Angel, he opened the door and ushered him outside by one arm. “Go to the bedroom and wait for me,” he said very quietly. “That man must not know you are here until I can persuade him not to do anything about it.”

10Angel opened his mouth to speak, and Kael pressed his finger over the boy‟s lips. “Don‟t speak, act!”

Kael turned and walked back into the dungeon.

Very quickly, he removed the weight and ball stretcher and then the ankle spreader bar. He unfastened the handcuffs and drew off the leather mitts. Conran pushed himself upright, and Kael led him to the leather couch across the dungeon.

“Sit down.”

He returned a moment later with water and a blanket, which he wrapped around Conran‟s shoulders. Slowly he removed the blindfold and handed Conran the bottle. “Drink.” For long minutes they sat in silence, Kael‟s arm draped around Conran‟s shoulders. The sweat on Conran‟s body cooled fast, and he shivered. Kael pulled the blanket closer about him and drew the man against his chest, allowing him to rest his head on Kael‟s shoulder.

“Was that good, boy?” Kael asked after Conran drained the last of his water.

“Yes.” Conran laughed, a small uncomfortable laugh. “Do I still call you Sir?”

“In here, yes you do.”

“Yes, Sir, thank you. It was good. Will you let me come again, please, Sir?”

“I don‟t see why not.”

“I never dreamed I would let you do those things to me,” he whispered.

“I knew. I always knew you would come to me eventually. You‟ve wanted this for a long time, haven‟t you, Stephen?”

“Yes, Sir, I have. Did you mean that? About killing me?”

Kael grinned. “I was teasing. I wouldn‟t kill you.”

Conran turned his face up, his lips parted.

“I don‟t kiss slaves,” Kael said. Conran ducked his head as color flooded up his cheeks with embarrassment. “Get dressed now. It‟s late and my magazine is waiting and I‟m hungry. I might even eat some macaroni-cheese.”

Within ten minutes they were walking past the living room toward the front door, Conran dressed again in his dark gray suit, the only signs of his time in the dungeon being a stiff walk and pink cheeks. Kael remained completely naked. The first thing he noticed was that the magazine was gone. Angel had taken it! He directed Conran quickly into the front hall before he noticed. To imbue some guilt, always a good distraction, he said, “You go home to your wife now, and make sure she doesn‟t set eyes on your backside for a few days. What‟s her name, Portia?”

“Yes.” At the door Conran stopped to look up into his eyes. “Saunders…Sir?

You won‟t tell anyone?”

“Our little secret.” Kael stood behind the door to open it and gave Conran a shove. “Go home.”

Kael returned to the dungeon and went straight to the small camera, which pointed directly at the table where he had made Conran remain for their scene. He took it down and began to play back the footage. He would edit it carefully for any 108

signs of Angel in the room or the moments when he looked directly at Angel, indicating the presence of another person.

“Got you!”

10Chapter Thirteen

In the bedroom Kael found Angel asleep, curled up naked in the middle of the bed on top of the duvet. He watched him for a moment and then headed for the bathroom, anxious to wash off the sweat after his scene with Conran.

“Daddy.” A sleepy voice came from the bed. He turned and smiled at Angel, who started to sit up. “Has that man gone?”

“Yes, he‟s gone.” Kael came back to sit on the bed.

“I guess you don‟t want me now you‟ve had him, Daddy?”

“Yes, I still want you. You think one fuck will put me out of commission for the night?”

Angel crawled over to sit beside him and took his hands. “Sir, who is he?”

“Someone who could make trouble for you. But I can work on him now. He thinks you‟re dead, but he‟ll soon find out you‟re not. I‟ll tell him I found you outside after I shot Andresen and brought you home because”—he grabbed Angel‟s face and shook it, smiling—“you‟re so sexy.”

Angel giggled. “Am I?”

“Yes, you are, and when I‟ve had a shower, you can practice sucking my cock.”

Kael rose and continued into the bathroom. He was brushing his teeth when Angel walked in a few minutes later. “Daddy, I found my clothes in the dungeon, but my blanket wasn‟t there.”

Kael looked at him in the mirror. “What do you need that filthy thing for anyway?” He spit and rinsed his mouth.

“I don‟t need it for anything; I just keep it. And it‟s not filthy. It‟s old; that‟s all.

I‟ve had it a long time. Where is it, Daddy?”

“I threw it in the rubbish. It was a rag.”

“What!” Angel burst out. “You threw it away?”

Surprised at such a strong reaction to something so trivial, Kael said, “I‟ll get you another one if it‟s that important to you. Where do you buy things like that?”

“I don‟t want another one. I want that one. It‟s mine.” His voice rose as he spoke until the last words came out as a screech. “That is my fucking blanket!”

Kael threw his toothbrush into the sink and grabbed a towel to wipe his face.

“Don‟t you talk to me like that, boy. Don‟t swear at me, and call me Sir!”

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“Sir!” Angel screamed, his face contorted. “Sir, Sir, fucking Sir!” He ran over to a stack of fluffy white towels piled up on the glass shelves and, with one sweep of his arm, knocked them onto the floor. “That is my blanket, and you had no right to throw it in the garbage.”

Anger erupted inside Kael. He had spent an hour and a half playing with a man he didn‟t give a damn about, all to ensure the safety of an ungrateful teenager who should be dead. He struggled to keep his voice calm and to keep control of the situation. “Pick those up now, and put them back on the shelf.”

“Pick them up yourself, you anal-retentive asshole.” As though he were on a soccer field, Angel drew back one foot and kicked the towels, sending them flying across the bathroom and into the spotless porcelain bathtub.

Overcome with rage and afraid of what he might do in retaliation for such disrespect, Kael stood rooted to the spot, his fists clenched. If any other man were standing there behaving so badly, he would be whipped and thrown out into the street. He didn‟t know what to do or how to respond, and the feelings of frustration were overwhelming. He was used to being obeyed. He was certainly not used to dealing with the emotions and raging hormones of a teenager.

The room fell silent. Angel stared at him, looking suddenly pale. He should be afraid about what he‟d done and the words he‟d spoken, but he didn‟t look ready to give up. Kael knew he presented a scary sight. Naked, six feet five inches of muscle and anger, his jaw was clenched, his teeth bared like a wild dog. He raised a forefinger and began to wave it at Angel, but he was stuck for words; nothing came out.

“Go ahead, kill me now. That‟s what you do best, isn‟t it; you kill people?”

Angel said, defiance making him brave. He was on the edge of hysteria, his voice shaky.

Kael should spank the hell out of him with a good heavy strap. He should have stuck a scalpel in his jugular the day he met him. “You are being an idiot. It was a ragged scrap of material. What can you possibly need it for?”

“That is none of your business. It‟s mine, and it wasn‟t dirty.” Angel planted his hands on his hips, leaning forward as he shouted, “You‟re a dickhead! And you‟re weird. In fact I‟m surprised you don‟t use latex gloves to pick up your cock when you piss.”

Kael remained completely immobile, stunned by the accusations and insults.

Adrenaline surged through him, but he knew if he laid into Angel that he would seriously hurt him. Aside from that, he didn‟t want to. Instinct made him react with anger when he was disobeyed—the instinct to control—but all he wanted just then was to repair the damage he had done.

“I can probably go and find it in the bins.” His voice was strangely quiet and calm, surprising him. It was as if the words came from someone else entirely. The anger drained slowly out of him as surely as the blood drained from the necks of his targets when he did his job well. What never happened when he killed someone was 11feeling guilty. Yet now, guilt swamped him at casually disposing of something that obviously meant so much to Angel.

Angel watched him. “You‟re not going to whip my ass for yelling?”

“No,” Kael said.

“Okay, let‟s get dressed. I‟ll come and help. It‟s after midnight. No one will see me.”

The bins were located in the basement of the building. They were accessed from each of the four floors by a chute in the hallway that bags were dropped down.

The smell of refuse was incredibly offensive to Kael‟s overdeveloped sense of smell as he walked with Angel into the dimly lit, chilly basement. Several large skips full of rubbish bags sat about the echoing room. Kael pointed at the skip still sitting under the chute. “It will be in that one; it‟s not that long since I tossed it.”

“That‟s a fair-sized Dumpster, Daddy. Should I go in?”

“No.” Even as he said it Kael put one hand on the metal ledge and leaped up to balance on it, looking down at the pile of black bin bags.

“Wow!” Angel whispered when he saw Kael leap. “You‟re like a tiger, Daddy.”

“I bite like one too.” Kael scanned the bin bags to pick out his from the rest. By sight it was impossible even for him to tell one black bag from the next. Gingerly, he stepped in among the bags. “I can‟t believe I‟m doing this. Going through the bins at one in the morning to find a ragged bit of cloth. I should be in my bed, or at the very least lying back with your mouth on my dick.”

“I‟m all in favor of having my mouth on your dick, Daddy, but I want my blanket back first.”

There was only one way to do this. Kael pulled a pair of latex gloves from his pocket and drew them on. He looked down at his big hands. “Amazing substance, latex. Protects you from everything from bubonic plague to STDs to getting nabbed at a crime scene.”

“Daddy?” Angel‟s brow furrowed in confusion.

Kael took the bag nearest the chute and sniffed it. No, that wasn‟t it.

Methodically he took one bag after the next, sniffing and tossing.

“Daddy, what are you doing? You have to open them. You‟ll never find it like that.”

“Trust your daddy,” Kael said. This was exactly how he would find the blanket.

It would smell like Angel, and he had memorized exactly how the boy smelled. The blanket had probably not been washed in months, and it would emit Angel‟s unique scent. He lifted another bag to his nose, sniffing hard through the plastic. “Slightly fruity, clean, with a salty edge.” He threw the bag at the floor and leaped down after it. “It‟s in that one.”

One eyebrow raised skeptically, Angel looked at the bag and then up at Kael.

“Oookay. Let‟s see.” His slender, deft fingers untied the knot quickly, and he opened the bag wide. The blanket sat on top, covered in melted brie cheese rinds. Laughing 112

in disbelief, he pulled the blanket out, shaking off the debris. “Oh my God. You‟re amazing!” The smiling gray eyes and wide grinning mouth made Kael‟s heart leap.

“One sniff through a garbage bag and you found it.”

There was no other explanation; Kael had gone completely mad. All his life he had been hard to please, always wanting more—a more extreme sexual experience or a greater challenge going after a target. Nothing excited him more than nearly getting caught at a hit. He had run with bullets whizzing past his head while he laughed out loud as he dodged them, and it was never enough. Yet here he stood feeling deliriously happy watching Angel hug the filthy blanket while looking at him with unadulterated admiration.

“Daddy, you are
the man
.”

The man.

He could have stood there for the rest of the night absorbing Angel‟s radiant smile and happiness, but he needed to get him back inside the flat. “Let‟s get back upstairs, boy. You owe me a really good cock sucking.”

In the flat‟s small utility room Kael watched Angel throw the blanket into the washing machine. “Lots of soap,” he said.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now get into the bathroom and pick up the towels.”

Angel tidied up the towels, and they showered quickly. Despite having worn gloves, Kael scrubbed his hands thoroughly. Afterward he threw himself down on the bed, pillows piled up behind him. “Stand there,” he ordered Angel, pointing at a spot beside the bed.

The boy looked slightly confused but obeyed at once, standing a foot from the side of the bed. He watched Kael expectantly. “Okay, I get it. I‟m going to get my ass whipped for calling you names. I deserve it. Let‟s get it over with.” He paused, then added, “Sir.”