“No Zach, it’s a debt for as long as both of us lives. The rules are defined on the Internet and I refuse to argue with the Force.”
Chapter Twelve
Zach kept his leg propped up until dinner. The swelling receded and the pain medicine kicked in. What he would give for an ice cold beer!
Marguerite served dinner. She seemed a little upset with Monroe, and only spoke to him in clipped sentences when she had to.
Monroe acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
“Has Angel eaten her dinner?”
“I took it to her, signor, but she only nibbled.”
“Please keep a plate warm and I’ll take it up to her later and see she eats.”
“Si.” With that, Marguerite left the room.
Monroe put down his napkin and looked at Zach.
“She’s angry that I punished Angel.”
“You think?”
“Yes, I think.”
“Do you mind if I ask what Ang…your slave is being punished for?”
“She’s not happy that I’ll be leaving and showed her displeasure in an inappropriate way.”
“Is she locked up?” Zach couldn’t help the distaste in his voice.
“No, I assure you, she is comfortable in my room.”
The conversation wasn’t adding up.
“Do you love her?” Zach asked suddenly.
Monroe didn’t hesitate, “Yes I do, and our relationship works for us. Our bond just seemed to happen. It wasn’t planned. But she has special problems: night terrors and the very occasional panic attack. I’ve been worried about leaving her. But I can’t back out of the current situation overseas. I have to go, but I’m thinking of retiring soon.”
“Then you’re definitely in love.” The thought made Zach feel better.
“I assure you, it was just as big a shock to me.”
“What exactly will watching over your slave entail?”
Monroe looked him directly in the eye. “Whatever you want it to.”
“Then you don’t love her enough.”
“We’ve shared the same woman before.”
“Yes, but you and I know this is different. You’ve never had a slave that I’ve known about. Sure, you’ve shared a bond with your subs, but it always seems centered in the scenes, and don’t go beyond that. Your subs never stay for more than a night or two.”
“That’s true,” Monroe said, seeming to consider his words carefully. “But she has needs and if I put restrictions on your interactions, neither of your needs will be met. I could be gone longer than usual, and that would be completely unfair to both of you.”
“Is this why she’s being punished? Did you tell her I would be her master while you’re away?”
“No, that’s not why she’s being punished. And yes, she does know you’ll be her master. If you agree.”
“Christ, I can’t believe I’m even considering it.”
“Meet her and then give me your answer.”
“And if my answer is no?”
“Then I will be forced to consider someone else. I’m not leaving her alone and I am leaving. Now, is your knee up for a game of billiards before I go force food down my slave’s throat?”
“I think I can manage to soundly kick your ass even with my gimp leg, but maybe she needs to eat first.”
“That’s exactly why you’re my first choice as her keeper,” Monroe smiled warmly. “But this time, I’m making her wait. It’s part of the punishment.”
***
The following day, Monroe was silent and introspective. Zach was used to his artistic moodiness before a show and remained respectfully quiet. There was no sight of Angel, and Zach refused to ask.
His knee felt better. Marguerite supplied more hot and cold compresses throughout the day, which kept the swelling down. Before leaving for the club, Zach placed a black one-piece elastic brace on his knee for some added support. He walked into the den wearing his go-to black cotton pants and a black skin tight t-shirt. His brown hair was longer than his usual police cut, but was still short enough to be out of his eyes.
Monroe was in black jeans and a white dress shirt. His hair was short but unlike Zach’s, it was well-groomed.
Placing bundles of rope in his large bag, Monroe’s eyes looked up when Zach entered the room.
“I want Stephens to drive you to the club. I’ll be along shortly. Cheri is a new bondage model I’ve been working with, and I’ll start the exhibition with her. Angel will be next and then Sara will do the last scene.”
“Is her husband good with that?”
“Do I look like a fool? Philip will be participating. They asked me about letting her work every so often. Her body is even more beautiful since having her last child. She asks about you often and she’ll be thrilled to see you.”
“Is there some reason Angel isn’t going last?”
“Yes, Damian is providing quiet rooms for the subs after each demonstration. I plan to use you in the scene with Angel, and then I’d like you to handle her aftercare. Cheri has a Dom who will be available and Sara has her husband.”
“You’re setting this up on purpose.”
“Yes, I am. I’ll be answering questions and showing basic binding techniques afterwards. I would very much appreciate your help with Angel. She is very needy after a scene and I don’t trust her with anyone else. Her eyes will be covered during the demonstration. You shouldn’t remove the blindfold until she begins responding to you again. Also, I think this will put you more in my corner when it comes to staying here and caring for her.”
“You know I would never refuse you a favor, right?”
“Yes, Zach. I know that, but I also need your willingness to do this.”
“All those years ago, you told me I wasn’t a sub to you. It didn’t take me long to figure out that I was. Oh, sure, I’m dominant, but I respond to you just as the women do.”
“Is this really a conversation you want to have right now?”
“No, but I thought you needed to know that I’m no longer an officer and no longer need to hide my true life from my department. I have no plans to wear a mask tonight.”
Monroe’s eyes sparked.
“Then I think you are ready to go further into my art. I’ll keep your knee in mind tonight, but this is exactly what Angel needs. I’m placing a lot of trust in you and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather give it to. Now, I need you to leave while I prepare.”
The intense gaze looked away.
Chapter Thirteen
Stephens waited in the foyer and the two left for the forty-five minute trip into the city and Club El Diablo. Monroe kept a suite at the exclusive El Diablo hotel, and Zach stopped there briefly before entering the club.
The lights, smells, and music brought him fully into the kink world he loved. Zach had visited private clubs around the country, but El Diablo was his favorite. The sight of the beautiful carousel made him smile as he remembered the last punishment he gave Sara before she met her husband.
At the beginning of his BDSM exploration, Sara had been the one to hold his hand. She was a switch in the early days of her own journey, and a great teacher. Monroe may have taught him all the bondage techniques and how to create the perfect scene, but Sara gave Zach the delicate exchange of power he needed to understand how it all came together.
“Zachery, I was hoping Nathaniel could entice you into attending!” Damian, the owner of Club El Diablo shook his hand.
“It’s good to see you, too, Damian. The grapevine has been singing about you being a new daddy. Congratulations.”
“Thank you. Abigail and her mother are doing fantastic now that we have a nanny, but sweet Abby has a cold and Lydia won’t be attending the show. I promised I would invite you to dinner if you plan on being in town for long.”
“I would love to have dinner and meet the new addition to your family.”
“Great. Do you have any intention of playing before the festivities begin? I would be happ
y to introduce you to an unattached sub or two before the crowd thickens.”
“No, actually, I’d rather watch and maybe have a drink before Monroe arrives.”
“Then I’ll join you in a quick drink. I need to check on the baby before work consumes the rest of the evening.”
The club began filling. A large area had been roped off for the exhibition and Zach could feel the excitement. Monroe always managed to draw a large crowd. He passed up many invites to perform his art, and Zach liked to tease him that he hid behind his photographs. But on those rare occasions like tonight, when he showed his true artistic genius to a large crowd, it was hard not to feel the power he exuded over people while he worked.
Zach saw Monroe enter the room and walk into the exhibition area. Zach stayed put, just watching as his friend sat his bag down, and walked to the corner wall to inspect the equipment and make adjustments. Zach couldn’t help but notice the almost erotic movement that came effortlessly as Monroe’s body flowed like water. He hadn’t begun, but other eyes were mesmerized by his every move, too. No one dared approach the master and the whispered voices intensified as the excitement built.
Zach was startled when a gentle kiss landed on his cheek. “It’s hard to take our eyes away when he’s like this. It doesn’t matter how many times we worked with him.”
She was as stunning as he remembered. “Sara, you’re as lovely as always. Motherhood suits you. It’s wonderful to see you again, Philip. I hear you’ll be part of the exhibition tonight?”
“Sara’s dragging me along but I have some reservations.”
Sara placed her hand on Philip’s arm and snuggled her head into his shoulder. “He’s intense but you’ll be amazed where he takes you when you’re part of his scene.”
Zach envied the couple’s evident intimacy. His time with Sara had been amazing, but she was way ahead of him on the Lifestyle learning curve. She was eager to explore other kinds of play with other partners, and when it became apparent he was developing a jealous attachment, she had cooled things off. Only later, when his badly-concealed hurt feelings had healed and he clearly understood the limits of their relationship, had she consented to the occasional bondage scene with him. When she first met Philip, she had fallen hard and fast. Zach had spent many long phone conversations listening to her cry over her future husband before Philip had come around. Life was a bitch like that sometimes.
Zach went years without making the same mistakes he had made with Sara. Now, he felt the yearning for a lasting commitment like never before, not even with Sara.
His eyes traveled back to Monroe. An audience was starting to form. Subs with collars, subs on their knees at their Master’s feet, and doms watching as they waited for the show to begin were tightening the circle around the rope god. Zach excused himself with a kiss to Sara’s cheek. “I won’t see your demo but I know you’ll have fun. Enjoy yourselves.”
Sara stopped him with a hand on his arm. “Where will you be?”
“I’ll be with Angel in a quiet room.”
“Monroe is letting you attend Angel after her scene?”
“Yes, is that unusual?”
“You know he loves her, right? I’m just surprised he’s sharing. He rarely brings her to the club and he doesn’t come nearly as often as he did. I think she might be special.”
“That’s what I keep hearing. Now excuse me. I need to see what the master wants me doing.” He winked before walking away.
Zach stood off to the side while Monroe concentrated on his rope skeins, and waited for Monroe to acknowledge him. The rope master would be using red, black, and white tonight. In a few minutes, Monroe’s head came up and nodded to Zach. He stepped over the long yellow rope dividing the exhibition area.
“I need you to begin a classic corner web with the red rope. This will be for your scene with Angel. I’ll begin by hogtieing Cheri. Her dom wants to do a little impact play once she’s suspended. When we’re ready, two male slaves will escort Angel in. Angel knows her part — she’s the prey caught in the spider’s web. I’ll suspend you first with a chest harness. Raul has control of the winch. He’ll keep his eye on your movements, which as you know is his favorite pastime.”
Zach ignored Monroe’s taunt. The first time Zach had met Raul, over a year before, Raul had made his interest clear by offering a blowjob.
“I’ll bind her and then raise her,” Monroe continued, “and let you complete the top, binding her to the upper web. Talk to her and make sure she’s okay throughout. I would like to add a bit of fire play if she enters subspace early enough. Once she’s there, she’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure about this?” Monroe’s worry over Angel was making Zach nervous. He wished that there had been time for him to at least meet this sub first.
“When you see her in the zone you’ll understand why I’m doing this scene with her. Trust me.”
“Always,” Zach said.
Chapter Fourteen
The show began and while Monroe did his thing, Zach worked on the web in the corner. He started at the bottom, creating foot holds to travel upward as he added height. His movements were swift and precise, the product of years of collaboration with Monroe.
He finished the intricate formation before the end of the scene with Cheri, and watched as her dom administered a flogger and let her spin with the blows. The scene wound down and Monroe lowered Cheri into her dom’s waiting arms. He removed her bindings, letting her master carry her away and out of sight.
Zach removed his shirt and shoes. He hadn’t worn socks. He stretched for his warm-up. His bad knee would be taking some punishment in this scene, but knew he could place most of his weight on his good leg.
When he was ready, he looked to Monroe, who was speaking with one of the observers. Monroe, as attuned to Zach as Zach was attuned to him, immediately looked up, cut off his conversation and approached.
“Is your knee going to be a problem?”
“No, I took a few Advil an hour ago and it’s feeling much better after the pampering Marguerite gave me today.”
“This will be intense.”
“You think I expected something different?”
“No, but I’m expecting you to speak up if it’s too much, though knowing you I’m being rather naïve.”
“I won’t look very dominant if my leg gives out and I fall on my ass, so I’ll let you know if I’m having problems.”
“Good, are you ready?”
“Let’s do it.” Zach reached up and grabbed the bar hanging from the ceiling. His chest would be wrapped, and knotted, but he would have complete mobility even after the winch lifted him.
Monroe began securing doubled strands around Zach’s body. Zach took slow steady breathes and let himself relax into the feel of the rope and the sound of Monroe’s breathing, so close that he could hardly tell it from his own. Occasionally, Monroe took a quick look into Zach’s eyes to gage both his physical condition and state of mind. Zach knew it was a deeply ingrained habit; Monroe never took the condition of his models lightly.
When Monroe was done, the rope at Zach’s back was attached to the spring-loaded hoist. Zach climbed the web as the winch electrically tightened, but he could feel the correct give in the tension. When he was high enough, he turned around, and secured the arch of both feet into a loop of the web. Then, placing his arms through and out, he was ready.
Monroe handed up two coils of rope which Zach tucked into the waistband of his pants, using one hand while the other steadied himself in the web.
The attention of the audience shifted when Angel came out. She looked small walking between the two large, muscled slaves. Her hands were secured with leather wrist cuffs and a chain held them together.
One of the men had a tight hold on the end of the chain. Her dark hair was pulled tight to the top of her head and braided. When she tried to twist from one of the men, Zach could see the braid touch midway down her ass. She was completely naked: her breasts, maybe a size C cup or a l
ittle larger; her hips accented by a narrow waist; and, though she couldn’t be over five-three, her legs were long and slender. Exquisite.
A red blindfold covered her eyes and knotted at the back of her head with the ends woven into the braid.
Zach could feel his cock stir and knew he should have taken Damian up on his offer to play a little beforehand, but Zach had long ago gotten over the need to hide his erection. He took a few calming breathes and gained control, though knowing it wouldn’t last forever. Her token struggles were part of the show but they played havoc with his cock.
“Step aside,” Monroe ordered the men. As they complied, one placed the chain in Monroe’s hand. Monroe lightly brushed the fingers of his other hand across her jaw and over her cheek.
When she tried to pull back, he tightened his grip on the chain and jerked her down to her knees. His hand went to the back of her head and lifted the braid. He pulled slightly, then let the hair trail through his fingers until he was several inches from the end. He lifted the rope of hair handing it to Zach.
From his position, Zach couldn’t do what he longed to do: bring the braid to his nose and inhale. If he had a fetish besides bondage, it was the silky feel and perfume of a woman’s hair. He settled for pulling her head up and back, exposing the slender lines of her neck to the onlookers.
Monroe went to his knees and placed a kiss at the juncture of her throat where it curved and met her shoulder. Taking a small key from his pocket, he released the chain from the cuffs holding her hands together. He grabbed her arms and lifted her smoothly to her feet.
The onlookers were silent, mesmerized. The only sound was the steady beat of some dark and primal instrumental music.
This was Monroe’s erotic sculpture. He always held his audience spellbound. His prints sold for thousands of dollars. He didn’t need the money, only the sexual eroticism from weaving the rope and creating his masterpieces.
Zach saw Monroe’s nod, and wound the end of Angel’s braid around his wrist, pulling her back toward him. She was two feet away when he eased the pressure. Monroe turned her, pulling her arms behind her back, wrist on wrist. He began looping the strands of rope around her wrists using a square knot to secure them before bringing the rope over her shoulder.
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