Two Doms For Angel

by Holly Roberts

  It was Zach’s turn to laugh, albeit a little uncomfortably.

  “I don’t think I need to start with two, thank you. How do you know I don’t have a girlfriend?”

  “The same way I know about your new career. There’s an urban legend about saving someone’s life and then being responsible for it forever. I researched the philosophy many years ago, and it’s actually only the invention of some fiction writer’s imagination. The history of the phrase can only be traced back to the Wookie debt in ‘Star Wars,’ but it’s stuck with me. How can you not abide by the code of honor in ‘Star Wars?’” His smile was boyish. “So, that’s the long way around saying I’ve kept my eye on you and done my research. I’ll explain more tomorrow.”

  Chapter Eight

  The women weren’t what Zach expected. They were beautiful, cultured, and shy, almost nervous. Both spoke animatedly when Monroe questioned them about various happenings in their lives but they kept their eyes down and deferred to Monroe and Zach both as “sir.”

  “Let’s have a beverage in the sitting room.” Monroe said as he stood from the table.

  The “sitting” room was actually a smaller more intimate area to talk, but to Zach’s surprise, both the women went to the floor on their knees. Their arms folded behind their backs and their knees spread.

  “Oh sweet ladies,” Monroe laughed. “You have shocked our guest.”

  Two beautiful sets of eyes lifted and looked to Zach. Sara actually giggled slightly and crawled to where Zach stood. Her eyes came back up and she raised herself slightly and placed her hands on his belt.

  Zach’s gaze shot to Monroe.

  “Come my pet,” he gestured to Belinda. “My guest is not comfortable with an audience.”

  “Sara will show you to your room when you’re ready.” Monroe took the other woman’s hand and drew her to her feet. “I’m taking Belinda to my playroom. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  He left the room with Belinda trailing behind him.

  “Does Sir wish me to undress him?” Sara asked.

  Zach was helpless. He hadn’t fucked a woman in weeks. His cock grew uncomfortable in the tight confines of his jeans. He couldn’t speak but put his hand on hers and moved them to the buckle. She unfastened his belt and pushed his pants and boxers past his hips before placing her lips on his cock. Her tongue came out and ran the length with moist, hot purpose. He was gone and had no will to stop the sweet assault. She took him deep into her throat and the feeling was amazing. Until now, he thought any blow job was a good one, but Sara knew exactly what she was doing and between her tongue, suction, and the convulsing of her throat muscles he lasted half his normal time. When he tried to pull out, her nails dug into his ass and he spilled himself into her mouth. Like the cars earlier, this was heaven.

  Eventually, they ended up in his room and made use of two condoms. The drawer held a variety of sex toys, which Zach placed on the bed.

  “Your choice?”

  She looked perplexed and Zach wasn’t sure why.

  “I’m good with vanilla unless Sir would prefer toys,” she said, looking him in the eye.

  That word again. Vanilla. It was on his list of questions for Monroe but tomorrow would be soon enough. She turned, and her very hot ass presented itself for his appreciation.

  The following morning, Zach woke early and extricated himself from the slender arms and legs wrapped around his body. She rolled in the other direction and returned to oblivion.

  He put on his pants and made his way downstairs shirtless and barefoot. He heard low voices coming from the dining room and continued in that direction.

  Monroe sat at the table with an open newspaper and a cup of coffee.

  “Good morning, Zach. I hope you slept well?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Sit down and have some coffee and breakfast with me.”

  “I’ll go put on a shirt first.”

  “Nonsense, you can sit in here naked if you choose. Now have a seat.”

  Monroe never spoke with anything more than an even voice but the command in his words was always present. Without thought, Zach sat.

  “Did Sara meet with your satisfaction?”

  “Are you sure they’re not hookers?”

  There was the velvety laugh again. Zach felt it across his skin and deep in his gut. How the hell did this man captivate him so completely? Zach almost wanted to get up from the table and run but he stayed seated.

  “You seem to be stuck on the idea of prostitutes but I assure you money isn’t the only reason women are ever willing. In my world, it’s called SSC: Safe, Sane and Consensual. I practice BDSM, which stands for bondage, dominance, sadism and masochism. You may have heard the whispers but I assure you there are many in this lifestyle, though most keep it hidden. My world does not fit in with the sexual norms of society, but there’s nothing shameful about my desires. My home should be a place where I am completely myself.”

  A short middle-aged woman placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of Zach. She didn’t bat an eye over the discussion going on at the table.

  “Marguerite, meet Mr. Kebb. Zachery, this is my housekeeper. She had yesterday off but is at your disposal for anything you need, as is Stevens.”

  “Please call me Zach, Marguerite.”

  “No Senor, no es apropiado. ¿Qué desea para el desayuno”

  Her lilting Spanish words came with a smile but Zach had no idea what she said and he turned to Monroe.

  “My staff and my models are submissive and will always address you as senor, sir, master, or mister. You will save yourself a lot of grief if you accept it. She is asking what you would like for breakfast and can understand English perfectly.”

  Zach turned back to Marguerite, “Umm, whatever is available, I’m not picky.”

  “Senor Monroe?”

  “My usual please.”

  Marguerite bustled out of the room.

  “What makes them submissive, money?”

  “You are incredibly hung up on money but I guess in one context you are correct. I can buy servants and their submission, but that would not be consensual in my mind. Submission starts in here.” He placed one long finger to his head.

  “So is that what you’re looking for in me, another submissive?” He felt clumsy, blurting it out so bluntly, but he figured they might as well lay their cards on the table.

  “No, Zach, you are not submissive. You have no understanding of my world. The first time I saw you, wounded and tied to a chair, you didn’t display a submissive bone in your body. You wanted those men dead. They were going to torture you but you would not have given over your power.”

  “And yet,” Monroe said thoughtfully, stroking his chin. “You have a soldier’s understanding of the need for order and a chain of command. As a Marine, you value honor and loyalty, all of which are fine qualities for a submissive. Yet I don’t think that’s what you are.”

  Zach still did not understand but he needed some answers. “Then what do you want me for?”

  “It’s really quite simple. Shibari, my art. I have a show coming up and I have an idea. My photographer will be here tomorrow and I’d like you to meet her. I will pay you for your time and also teach you about my lifestyle. Living it will be your choice.”

  “Nude? You want me as a nude male model?” Zachery struggled not to laugh at the sheer absurdity of the idea.

  “Yes, nude in some; only partially nude in others. You have a spectacular physique, Zach, and I see that as art in itself. But I will promise not to show your face. We can cover your shoulder scar and any other marks that might give your identity away. I need a dominant in my bondage. It’s not the usual tone of my art but my idea is to show the links of a chain, through Shibari, attaching a submissive to her master.” He paused momentarily.

  “After I saw you a year ago, my brain has not been free of the idea. I promise this will not jeopardize your future career. As a bonus, you will have many sexual desires fulfilled, even ones
you don’t know exist. I just ask that you wait until after everyone is here and see me work to make a final decision. If it isn’t for you, you may stay for a few days or go. I will leave the choice in your hands.”

  “Are you gay?” Zach asked, then shook his head in answer to his own question. “No, I’m sorry, you spent the night with Belinda. Are you bi-sexual?”

  “I’ve had sex with men but it’s been many years.” Monroe looked at him over his coffee cup. He seemed to be watching Zach to gauge his reaction, but Zach wasn’t sure exactly what that was.

  “I’m attracted to the human body,” Monroe continued. “I’ve also had sex with large, short, and tall women. To me, the body’s exquisite beauty is discovered through Shibari. I have sex with my bound models on occasion, but it is always consensual. Then there is the aftercare. There is nothing sexier than ligature marks, swelling, and bruising when my bondage is undone. It’s my kink and I make no excuses. What’s your kink, Zachery?”

  Zach didn’t say anything right away. He knew the answer but he had never told anyone. It was better if it stayed hidden. “I’m not sure.”

  “I will respect your right not to answer but I expect better than a lie. My world is about trust. The women, submissive to me, place absolute trust in all I give them. I haven’t earned your trust but I think you owe me enough respect not to lie.”

  “You’re right,” Zach admitted through gritted teeth. “But I have no plans to tell anyone about my ‘kink’ as you call it. If you don’t want submission from me, exactly what is it I can provide?”

  “Your dominance. It’s that simple. I desire it for my art.”

  Chapter Nine

  Zach stayed.

  Surprisingly, the photographer, Melody, was a lovely middle-aged woman. She kissed Monroe on the lips and his hands went to her ass for a squeeze as their lips and tongues danced.

  Pulling away but leaving his hand possessively on her rear, Monroe looked at Zach.

  “Zachery, this is my friend and photographer, Melody. Melody, meet Zach. He will be observing the photo shoot today.”

  “Hello, Zach. Nice to meet you.” Melody’s hand came out. “Have you modeled before?”

  Zach felt his face turn red and Monroe slapped him on the back.

  “No, he hasn’t.” Monroe laughed. “But I’m trying to talk him into working exclusively with me.”

  “Well, you’re yummy,” Melody said with just a touch of flirtation, “and I would love the chance to photograph you.”

  “Thank you.” What else could he say?

  Melody went back to help the women prepare. Belinda, Sara, and Nessia made up the group. The models followed Melody out but kept their eyes cast down. Melody had no problem making eye contact but showed complete subservience to Monroe.

  If Zach understood the dynamics correctly, then Melody was submissive to Monroe, and the models were submissive to Monroe and Melody. To him, the women showed differential respect and Sara acted like the night before never happened. Monroe led them to a large room with wide glass floor-to-ceiling windows along one wall.

  The room was a giant art studio made expressly for Shibari and its photography. Unusual-looking hooks protruded from the ceiling and walls; chains, ropes, and metal bars were attached to some of them. Two distinct systems of beams crisscrossed the ceiling; one seemed to be for spotlights, the other for more hooks and rings. A small forest of lights on stands, umbrellas, and white screens were set up along one side of the room as if waiting to be chosen for a part.

  Something else caught Zach’s eye: an electric winch very similar to the one he had used at the local garage to remove the Mustang’s engine. What the hell, he wondered, did Monroe use that for?

  A large black leather mat lay prominently in the center of the room, with comfortable couches surrounding the area. The women sat, no longer talking, only waiting.

  “Nessia, have you done your warm-up?” Monroe asked.

  When Nessia nodded, Monroe turned to Zach.

  “A bondage model is a special kind of athlete,” he explained. “Stretching before and after a session is essential.”

  “Come here, please.” Monroe’s tone was commanding and the woman didn’t hesitate.

  “Yes, sir.”

  She was exotic with long brown, almost black hair, hanging to her waist. She wore a short silk robe which swayed as she walked toward Monroe with her eyes down and then went to her knees in the same position as the women the night before.

  Monroe reached into his pocket pulling out a hair tie and walked around Nessia gathering the long strands and then securing them in a loose braid. He pulled her head back gently using the thick rope of hair and kissed her on the lips.

  “We will demonstrate for my young friend a few of the more basic bondage techniques. Today’s activity will not be sexually-gratifying, but I will allow you and the other models to attend Melody in my playroom afterward if you choose.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good, my pet.” He walked away, and went to a line of cabinets along one wall and removed several long loops of white rope.

  “Please stand and remove your covering. Zach, will you take her robe and lay it on the side table?”

  Zach didn’t reply but took the offered robe. Nessia’s naked body was incredibly beautiful and Zach’s cock jumped. Her pussy showed soft pink skin and no hair, like Sara’s the previous evening.

  Monroe tossed Zach a pair of black cotton pants.

  “It’s entirely up to you,” Monroe said with a sly smile. “But I have a feeling those jeans will be rather uncomfortable soon.”

  Zach had a feeling Monroe knew what he was talking about and dressed in the offered pants. They hung low on his hips. Shirtless and barefoot, he felt overdressed compared to Nessia.

  Monroe was in a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and black dress pants, along with a black belt around his waist, though he was also sock and shoeless. Melody stood back and out of the way, adjusting her tripod and equipment.

  The temperature in the room was comfortable, but Zach felt a fine sheen of sweat break out on his chest. He laid the robe on the table, noticing several sheathed knives on the counter too. The entire scene was almost surreal. He walked back to stand closer to the action.

  Monroe’s long finger tipped Nessia’s chin so she looked directly into his eyes. “You know your safe word and you will use it if needed.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Monroe placed a gentle kiss on her lips before he walked around behind her and began an intricate series of loops and knots binding Nessia’s arms behind her back. Zach had seen a few pictures but the allure of the bondage itself was intense as the design formed around her arms with the tails of the rope gliding over the skin of her rounded bottom.

  Monroe worked with a single-minded concentration. His movements almost reminded Zach of a ballet dancer. Every action brought back the image of lethal grace Monroe used when he saved Zach’s life. Zach felt himself responding sexually as he watched those hands at work.

  He shook his head and a slight shiver passed over his skin. How could any man resist the sexual pull of watching a woman bound in intricate knots? Her eyes were barely open in a look of complete ecstasy, as her bondage became punishing and her freedom of movement denied.

  The rope slid deftly through Monroe’s fingers and the intricate art formed along Nessia’s arms.

  “There, my love. Are you comfortable?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Let’s put you on your knees and we’ll get a shot of your beauty.”

  She flowed down with Monroe’s assistance, and then his hand went between the ropes to her back and pressed her forward. Her ass cheeks spread and Zach could make out the lips of her pussy along with the rosette of her asshole. His hands went to his crotch and rearranged himself, thankful for the comfort of the cotton.

  Melody moved in and the camera began clicking. Finally she stepped back.

  Monroe’s voice snapped him
out of his semi-trance.

  “Zach, I want you to feel the bindings; never too loose but never tight enough to restrict blood flow.” He pulled Nessia up by her braid so she was in a straight kneeling position. “You should always be able to slip a couple of fingers under the ropes, or it’s too tight.”

  Zach felt along the rope and then removed his hands.

  “Now, dear, I need you to bow forward again.”

  She didn’t hesitate.

  “This is what Shibari does for me and my models, Zach.”

  Zach’s cock almost lost its load as two of Monroe’s fingers entered Nessia’s beautiful cunt. Zach heard her soft sigh when Monroe drew his wet fingers out and brought them to his lips. Bliss was the only word that described Monroe’s face when he licked the juice off.

  “Would you like a taste, my friend?”

  Zach simply stared.

  Monroe didn’t laugh, only sighed a little.

  “I forget how young you are, but I have an enticement that I think will involve you more in what I’m doing.” He proceeded to pull Nessia up and untie her bindings. The marks in her skin were the exact replica of the braid in the rope. Monroe messaged her arms and shoulders, then licked and kissed the rope marks on both arms.

  “You are beautiful, thank you.” Monroe gave her a swift slap to her naked ass and beckoned to Sara with a curl of one hand.

  “This will be more complex, but Sara is one of my favorites because she withstands the pressures of bondage for longer than most models. I’m going to hogtie you, my dear. Is that a problem?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Safe word?”

  “Red.”

  “Good girl. Let’s get started.”

  Monroe placed several cords of rope in his pockets and began wrapping, looping, and knotting. He removed her robe and handed it to Zach while he quietly murmured questions of Sara as he worked.