Two Doms For Angel (12 page)

“
I think your punishment
should fit your cock-sucking ability. You do not have permission to
cum. I want to fuck your pussy hard and I promise to
bite.”

“
Yes, sir,” she
whimpered.

Chapter Twenty-one

He knew his teeth marks from the
previous night would still be on her inner thigh. He also knew
there would be more tomorrow.

His kink.

The one he wouldn’t share with
Nathaniel years before. But, Monroe had his ways, and it didn’t
take him long to use his Shibari web to entice Zach’s kink. Monroe
encouraged him to bite and bite hard.

Zach moved back on the bed and pulled
Angel down, turning her body so her back rested against the duvet.
“Hands above your head. Don’t bring them down.”

His knee felt much better, and he
positioned himself so he straddled her body. He began by separating
her hair to either side of her shoulders and then dividing each
heavy wave into three strands. With slow meticulous care, he
braided her hair starting the weave close to her head. When the
first braid was finished, he lifted it into one of her hands. “Hold
on.”

He continued until he completed the
other side’s braid. When both strands lay draped across her bare
chest, he wrapped the upper part under her arms and around,
circling her arms with each length of hair until the ends landed in
her palms again.

“
Your job is to hold tight.
Do not let go.”

“
Yes, sir.” Her voice was
shaky.

He moved down her body so he could take
her nipple between his teeth; pulling it away from her body and
extending the nipple to the point of pain.

“
Ahhh.”

He applied sharp pressure with his
teeth and then allowed the nipple to bounce back against her
breast.

“
Your safeword is important.
I trust you to use it.”

He didn’t give her a chance to reply
before taking the other nipple between his teeth. His tongue
circled and then he nipped.

The sounds she made went straight to
his cock. The next time, they would play for hours in the dungeon,
but today, his need couldn’t handle the delay. His cock craved the
feel of her tight pussy and the sliding warmth of moist, velvety
flesh. His hand trailed down her body and he slid two fingers
between her folds. Hot liquid silk oozed over his fingers as they
played in the sweet thick fluid.

He left her breasts and trailed small
biting kisses down her stomach until his nose rested above her bare
pink flesh and he could fully inhale her scent. His tongue extended
and took its first long taste. The noises coming from her throat
began rising and her hips squirmed. His palm came down sharply on
her thigh. “Remain still. You do not have permission to move.” Her
naughtiness was at an end.

“
Yes, sir!” She practically
screamed.

“
Don’t forget — you do not
have permission to cum. Understood?”

“
Yes…Ahh.”

His lips sucked the hood of her clit,
taking it between his teeth. Alternating between sucking and using
his tongue to flick the hard nub of her clit while sliding his
fingers back into her moist hot folds, he continued the torment
until he knew she was close to misbehaving. The punishment would be
sweet but he wanted her orgasm delayed. He slowed the thrusts of
his fingers, releasing her clit hood, and unhurriedly licking the
puffy folds of her cunt. Her taste was driving him wild. His cock
stiffened further but he managed to hold back his own
groan.

“
I can’t!” Her head tossed
side to side on the pillow.

He stopped and looked up at her, “You
will.” His tongue continued to lap its way along each satin
fold.

Her body bucked again, and he stopped.
His hand went to the condom, ripping the package with his teeth.
Her shining eyes followed his movements as he slid the rubber over
his engorged cock.

Placing his hands beneath her ass, he
pulled her up and forward. The thrust of his cock found home as he
watched her expression go from tortured to paradise. She smiled
before her lashes dropped. He pulled back and then buried himself
inside the creamy texture of her warm pussy again.

Her ass rested on his bent knees, and
reaching up he grabbed her hands, bringing them down over her head,
placing her fingers at her moist center. She held onto the ends of
her braids but he tugged and her grip loosened allowing them to
fall free.

“
Fuck yourself with one
finger while I unbraid your hair.”

She sighed with frustration which
caused him to laugh gently until her fingers grazed his cock.
“Disobey once more, and your pussy won’t like my
punishment.”

Her finger slowly slid between the
swollen folds and he began to methodically unbraid her hair. When
he finished, he moved to the side and flipped her over,
disregarding her unladylike grunt.

“
Move your ass back against
me but keep your face against the cover.” The sweet swell of her
ass came up and he positioned himself behind her. Ignoring her
displayed pussy lips, he fanned the glorious waves of her hair over
her back and down, draping it on top of his thighs. He leaned
forward grabbing her hair just above the nape of her neck and
pulled back at the same time his hips thrust forward. He didn’t
give her time to adjust to the invasion, he rode hard, his balls
slapping rhythmically against her pussy.

“
Come for me,
Angel.”

In moments, the pulsing of her inner
muscles took him over the edge. Releasing her hair, he leaned
forward and pulled her upper body from the bed. His teeth found the
soft skin between her shoulder and neck. He bit down hard. Her
scream caused her pussy to tighten further and milk the last bit of
cum from his cock.

Chapter Twenty-two

Pulling her close, a halo of hair
cocooned them. He smoothed away the strands lying near her face so
he could judge her condition. Their play was nothing compared to
what he would do in the dungeon but this would give him an idea of
her well-being when things intensified.

He ran his hands down her arms and over
her shoulders, messaging gently until her breathing slowed and a
gentle lull took over.

A short time later, her stomach growled
and his hand traveled down to cup that subtle curve. “At some
point, we need to shower and dress for dinner.”

“
Yes, sir.”

His hand lightly tickled her ribs and
she giggled.

“
Nathaniel is crazy for
leaving you with me,” he said, sobering.

She didn’t say anything for a moment,
and when the words finally formed she looked away.

“
He loves me.”

“
Yes, I believe he
does.”

Her stomach growled again.

He placed a slight stinging slap to her
ass.

“
Shower, food, and then
we’ll figure out what’s going to happen when Monroe returns. Sit up
and let me fix your hair.”

He walked, with a very slight limp, to
her dresser and grabbed a brush and small hairband. His strokes
where quick and precise; it took everything he had not to pull her
back against him and bury his cock inside her pussy once
more.

When he was satisfied with the weave,
he wrapped the braid once around her neck and used it like a leash
to walk her to the bathroom door.

“
Be quick. I’ll meet you
downstairs.”

The most delectable pout formed on her
lips and he slapped his palm hard against her ass, causing her to
squeal. He left without a word.

She walked into the dining room wearing
a long flowing dress. Long sleeves covered her arms and buttoned at
her wrists. He almost told her to change but then noticed her bare
toes sticking out from beneath the material. Approaching slowly, he
pulled her against his chest whispering his words into her ear.
“Are you wearing underwear?”

“
Yes, sir,” her breathy
voice replied.

“
Lose them.”

“
Yes, sir.” She quickly left
the room and returned a few minutes later with a mischievous
grin.

Marguerite entered the dining room
carrying a steaming plate of spaghetti.

“
I’ve never eaten your
spaghetti but it smells heavenly.”

“
Signor will be here for a
while and I will not cook comida mexicana every night.
Recuerdo
la dama y el
vagabundo
.”

Angel laughed.

His looked at Angel.

“
I didn’t follow all of
that, would you mind translating?” he asked, lifting his water
glass to his lips.

“
This food reminds her of
Lady and the Tramp,” Angel smiled.

He almost choked.

Zack turned and gave Marguerite a
disapproving look. “If I’m the tramp, I would hate to know what you
think of Monroe.”

“
L
a
bella y la bestia
,” she said over her
shoulder as she left the room.

He needed no translation.

“
She cares for you both.”
Angel said gently.

“
She’s been with Monroe for
many years and I rarely see her react to anything that goes on in
this house. I think her sensibilities were jaded many years ago. We
had best clean our plates or we might not get dessert. I can’t very
well spank her and I have a feeling Monroe would never forgive me
if she quit.”

He placed the steaming sauce-covered
noodles on her plate and added a slice of bread. He poured wine
into her glass and then into his. Lifting the red liquid, he waited
for her to do the same and then clinked their glasses
together.

“
To a beautiful lady who
covers her beautiful body and gives me wicked thoughts.”

Her blush traveled up her neck and over
her cheeks as she brought the wine to her lips. She took only a
small sip but he pushed the glass back to her mouth. “You will
drink two glasses while we eat.” He gave her no room for
argument.

“
Yes, sir.”

He needed to ask her questions that
would be difficult for her, and the wine would help her relax. They
ate slowly while he asked easy questions about her day-to-day life
as Monroe’s slave.

“
I am learning the
piano.”

“
Has an instructor been
hired?”

“
Stephens teaches
me.”

“
I should have known. So
far, I have found nothing the man can’t do. Years ago I was quite
jealous.”

“
He is a good teacher but he
plays exquisitely. I feel sorry for his sensitive ears when I miss
a note.”

“
I’m sure his ears are
bionic and they block out the worst of your bad key
strokes.”

His questions remained neutral and when
they finished their meal, he filled her wineglass a third time. She
lifted her eyebrows but brought the cup slowly to her lips,
watching him closely.

“
I’ve been in the dark and I
think it’s time you tell me what brought you to the basement where
I found you.”

Chapter Twenty-three

Angel lowered her eyes.

During Zach’s years as a police
officer, he learned the best way to get an answer was silence after
the question. He waited.

Several minutes passed before she
spoke. “I was married to an older man when I was young.”

He broke the golden rule of interview
and interrogation and interrupted.

“
How young?”

“
Sixteen.”

“
Go on.” He brought his own
glass to his lips, realizing he needed it just as much as she
did.

“
My mother died, and my
father sold me at the request of his remaining wives.” Her hurt was
evident. She waited but he remained quiet.

“
I was the third wife but
they were kind to me. My life was similar to what I lived at my
father’s home. His first two wives did not produce children and he
hoped my youth would give him sons, but this did not happen. Five
years later, he died and I was given to bad men as payment for my
husband’s debt. I was with them for only a short time when you
found me. I do not wish to remember that time.”

He allowed her to avoid going in-depth
to that “short time.”

“
Where do you get your blue
eyes?”

“
From my mother.”

“
Was she
American?”

“
English.”

“
How did they
meet?”

“
My father traveled. My
mother sang opera and he attended a show with his business
partners. They fell in love and he married her.”

“
How did she feel about his
other wives?”

“
She was pregnant with me
when they returned to his home and it was too late for her to do
anything but accept his life. She loved him until the day she died
but never truly understood his culture. She was often
sad.”