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you call it.”

“Yes. Feet together.” Daddy got down on one knee and began to wrap Angel"s

legs tightly together in the plastic wrap, working his way up from the ankles,

passing the roll from hand to hand. When he reached Angel"s hips, he stopped.

“Arms by your sides.” Angel pressed his hands against his thighs, and Daddy

continued up his body, wrapping tightly until he reached his shoulders.

When it looked as if he would continue up over Angel"s face, Angel felt a

moment of panic. “Not my face, Daddy! Please, Sir.”

For a long moment Daddy looked at him, the way he always did when he was

gauging how much Angel could take. “All right, boy.” He tore off the plastic wrap

and set the box aside. Angel wavered slightly, unsure of his balance with his feet so

close together and unable to move. But he trusted Daddy, who was always there to

protect him and look after him. If he fell, Daddy would catch him.

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Then he was rising into the air as if levitating. Daddy was lifting him and

carrying him and laying him on the table on his back. The light was subdued, and

Angel kept his eyes open. Cocooned in the plastic wrap, he could not move. He

wiggled his shoulders to see if he had any margin at all. He tried to slide his fingers

over his thighs but couldn"t. The resistance of the plastic wrap was perfect. He was

immobilized, and the knowledge brought him a deep sense of peace. There was no

way to fight, so he must give himself up to his fate, knowing that his fate lay with

Daddy and that Daddy would do nothing to harm him either physically or

emotionally. Daddy would challenge him, dare him, encourage him, but he would

not harm him.

Leaving him for a second, Daddy returned with a scalpel and flicked out the

blade. Utterly at peace, Angel did not question even in his mind what the blade was

intended for. Daddy pinched the plastic wrap up from Angel"s left nipple and cut a

small hole in it, then repeated the procedure on his right. Taking a step sideways,

Daddy pulled the plastic wrap away from Angel"s cock and made a slit, lifting his

cock and balls out through the hole. His erection had softened during the

mummifying procedure and gone completely limp as he lay there. The other

sensations of confinement—warmth as his body heated up inside the plastic, the

sense of peace that enveloped him—all crowded out the eroticism of the experience.

But now, with his nipples and genitals exposed to the cool air of the dungeon, his

cock rose again.

Daddy returned the scalpel to the shelf and came to stand beside him. Angel

met his eyes, and for a long moment, they remained locked by their gazes. No words

were needed. Their minds melded, and Angel wondered if Daddy could read his

thoughts.

I love you, Daddy. One day when I’m older, I hope you’ll be the other half of me,

but right now you are the whole of me, because I feel as if I can’t exist without your

presence. I was empty and now I’m full. I was lonely and now I’m joined to you. I

was lost and now you give me direction. I was afraid and now I’m certain of your

protection.

“Yes,” Daddy said as if he had read Angel"s every thought. “Yes.”

Daddy"s intense, beautiful gaze came closer and closer until he was inches

from Angel"s face. Angel opened his mouth, and the sensuous warmth of Daddy"s

lips closed over his. He remained completely receptive, not offering anything, just

accepting. Daddy"s hot tongue probed his mouth, and his strong lips moved over

Angel"s, stirring his cock to rise again. He was entirely engrossed in the mouth on

his and was caught off guard when Daddy"s hand grasped his cock and balls

unexpectedly. Despite his tight wrappings, Angel arched his back, thrusting his

hips upward toward Daddy"s hand. His body felt as if it were everywhere, filling the

corners of the room, and yet it seemed to have disappeared, leaving behind only his

mouth and genitals. Those two body parts filled his consciousness.

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It was as if Angel had plummeted quite suddenly back into his body when

Daddy stood up, leaving him gasping. He removed his hand from Angel"s cock.

“Daddy,” Angel said, not wanting the moment to end. “Daddy.”

Angel"s nipples screamed with pain, and he raised his head to look at his chest.

Daddy pinched his nipples, twisting the jeweled studs, releasing and twisting again.

His breath came short and fast.

“I"m going to teach you something, Angel. I"m going to teach you to hold back

your cum until you have permission. Now pay attention.”

Daddy grasped Angel"s cock in his big, warm hand and began a slow massage

up and down the shaft. Usually Angel became aroused from being fucked or

spanked or from the things he did to Daddy. Daddy never stimulated him directly

on his cock, and after the initial surprise wore off, he quickly became very aroused.

“Tell me when you"re close,” Daddy said.

“I"m close,” Angel said at once.

A vise grip like a tight cock ring caught his penis at the base, squeezing. The

pressure was uncomfortable and made it impossible for him to ejaculate.

“Think of something else, Angel, anything but the feeling in your cock.”

Panting, Angel tried to think of something mundane, but his awareness of

Daddy, handsome, powerful, gripping his cock, made it hopeless. “What, Daddy?

What else can I think of when you"re holding me like that?”

“All right. Let your mind go blank, like the moment before you fire a gun.”

That made sense. Now he understood, allowing his mind to drift. Daddy

released his cock, and it softened. “Good boy, now let"s do that again.” Again

Daddy"s hand closed around his shaft, rubbing, the friction hot and fast.

“Daddy!” he said in less than a minute. Again Daddy gripped the hilt, and

again Angel envisioned emptiness, letting his mind calm and grow still.

“Good boy, now let"s do it again.” Over and over until Angel lost track of time

and wanted to scream with frustration, Daddy brought him to the edge of orgasm

and forced him to a crashing halt. It could have been as few as ten times or as many

as fifteen. He had no idea. Unable to move his hands to assist himself, he lay at

Daddy"s mercy.

“You"re improving, boy,” Daddy said after not having spoken for the last four

or five repetitions. You"re taking longer to reach the edge, and I don"t have to

squeeze you so hard.”

The words were like water to a thirsty man. Angel wanted to cry with

gratitude. “Thank you, Sir.”

Daddy gripped Angel"s cock and began again to massage it. “This time, you can

come.”

“Oh thank you, Daddy,” he burst out. For a while he had been terrified that no

relief would be allowed him, and like a good slave, he would have accepted it. He

closed his eyes with relief and waited.

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A warm, very strange sensation caused him to open his eyes in shock and look

down. To his amazement and concern, Daddy had taken Angel"s cock into his

mouth. “Daddy?” he whispered. Surely the act was too submissive, too subservient

for a master. Angel had never had his cock sucked, and he"d never dreamed that

Daddy would do it. Daddy looked up. “Daddy, you can"t do that.”

“I can do whatever I wish, boy. You"ve been very good, and this is your

reward.” Daddy"s head descended, and he took Angel"s cock between his lips,

drawing it deep into his mouth and sucking hard. Angel sent his mind into the dead

zone again. He wanted Daddy to stop, but he couldn"t order him to. After a couple of

minutes, Daddy looked up at him. “Angel?”

“Daddy, I can"t. Not in your mouth. You"re my master. You own the air I

breathe.”

Daddy smiled. “See how aroused you were, and yet even with the amount of

friction I just put on your cock, you held back. Are you aroused?” He looked down at

Angel"s stiff cock.

“Yes, Sir.”

“But you didn"t come?”

“No, Sir, I held back.”

“Good boy. You see what you can do when you want to?”

“Yes, Sir.” Angel gave a weary smile.

Daddy gripped his cock. “Come now.” In several fast strokes, he brought Angel

over the edge almost instantly. His orgasm exploded through his body, leaving him

gasping. The relief brought tears to his eyes. Daddy left him for a few minutes,

panting as he recovered. He returned with the scalpel and slit the plastic sheath,

starting at the ankles and working his way quickly up to the neck. As if he was

opening a gift, careful not to damage the precious contents, Daddy peeled the

sheath back to each side, releasing Angel"s body. Angel felt reborn, emerging from

his mummification, his time in the underworld.

“Sit up, boy.”

The heat that had built up inside his cocoon had caused him to sweat. Water

ran down his back and chest, and Daddy brought a towel and began rubbing him

dry. He helped Angel down from the table and finished drying him off. “Come to the

kitchen, sweetheart. I want you to drink some orange juice to replenish your fluids.”

Angel followed obediently. His mind and body sated, he walked slowly,

exhausted from the experience. His cock and balls felt wrung out. In the kitchen,

Daddy made him sit at the table. “Your legs are still shaky. Drink up.” He handed

Angel a large glass of orange juice and sat opposite him, watching him drink it.

“That"s my boy. You did very well tonight. We will practice that again, but right now

you have a deeper understanding of how to please your master. You have learned

another level of self-control.”

“Daddy, why did you suck my cock?” He was still confused about that.

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“To show you that even of your own volition, without me controlling you, you

can hold back. Why couldn"t you come in my mouth?”

“Because it would be disrespectful, Sir.”

“Were you aroused?”

“Yes, Sir, but I was shocked too.” Angel finished his juice, very thirsty from all

the sweating he had done.

“Come on, boy. You"re going to bed. Daddy has to leave.”

Angel rose and took Daddy"s hand to walk quietly to the bedroom.

* * *

Angel, the excitement that clutched at him when he was on a job won out. Angel

was safe and sound and Kael would return to him soon, but right now he was in the

zone. The instant he stepped out into the street, his phone rang. He snapped it open

and listened. “
The car is directly across the street. The keys are in the ignition
.” It

was a digital voice.

A small black car sat under a streetlight. The door was unlocked. Kael got in

and began to drive. It was ten thirty, which meant he would arrive in Paris by

about four in the morning. He should probably have left earlier, but playing with

Angel had absorbed his mind and body and he kept putting it off just a little longer.

But now that he was on the road, his mind was focused on the job and everything

else disappeared.

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Chapter Ten

Paris, France

Paris was slightly warmer than London and the streets were dry when Kael

parked the car not far from the Louvre. About half an hour prior, the phone had

rung again and the digital voice had ordered him to meet his backup at the glass

pyramid in front of the museum. From fifty feet away, he knew who it was. He

knew her small frame and fair hair. She was scanning the courtyard, looking for her

contact. When she saw him, her face broke into a smile.

“Don"t be so obvious, Thornton,” he said in French when he reached her.

“Sorry, sir. I had no idea who I was working with. I"m so excited it"s you.”

“That will pass quickly. My name is Louis-Philip Laurent, if anyone should

ask. And your French is excellent.”

“Thank you, sir. Charlotte Fournier.”

“And I"m queer, so keep your hand off my knee when I"m driving.”

She looked up at him nervously for a minute, then laughed. “No danger. How"s

Angel?”

“Good. Do not mention him again. Focus.” He looked her up and down. She had

pulled off a look that was both practical and classy. Expensive jeans and flat shoes,

with a dark top and a little black jacket. “Who told you how to dress?”

“It was my idea, sir.” She squinted a question, obviously seeking his approval.

“Well done. We"ll pass as a couple.” Kael"s phone rang. He listened briefly, then

snapped it shut. “Follow me. Have you slept tonight?”

“Yes, sir. I was already in Paris on a training session.”