Two Doms For Angel

by Holly Roberts

  “You will need to remove your pants if I am to help you.”

  His eyes shot to hers. “That is a very bad idea. I prefer Marguerite’s care.”

  The hurt look she gave almost made him reconsider. Then her face changed and he would swear a touch of stubbornness took over. Without saying a word, she left the room.

  Chapter Twenty

  Zach had ignored his knee and now paid the price. A pain pill would help, along with some TLC from Marguerite. The last thing he wanted was Angel’s hands anywhere near his body. Her delicious scent drifted up from the bed and turning his head, he inhaled deeply. A fine sheen of sweat broke out on his face. The gentle breeze from the ceiling fan moved through the gauze covering the bed and hit the dampness, helping him control the swelling in his cock.

  His mind drifted back to rescuing Angel from the dark smell of death in the basement. He remembered her embarrassment and worry about contaminating him with her soiled body, while he analyzed her bravery, the lack of weight in his arms, and the horrors she survived. In his dreams, she smelled like the bed he now lay in; feminine, exotic, and soothing all at once.

  He sat up and removed his pants. Realizing he wore no underwear, he grabbed a pillow to cover his midsection. Leaning back again, he closed his eyes and waited for Marguerite.

  The sound of bare feet walking across the wood floor let him know it wasn’t Marguerite that entered.

  For a slave, she didn’t obey very well.

  He watched her. She looked everywhere but at him, though she moved with purpose and made it obvious she was caring for his leg. Against his better judgment, and for the first time in a long time, the dom in him decided to keep his mouth shut.

  When she finished laying out the items she carried in, her lips formed a brief smile at the pillow covering his lap. Then she zeroed in on his swollen knee and her smile disappeared. Tentative fingers came out and ran across the surgical scar. He inhaled sharply and her fingers retreated, but her eyes rose up to his.

  “I did not mean to hurt you,” she said tentatively.

  “You didn’t, but I told you this was not a good idea.”

  She didn’t reply but her lips firmed and her body language implied she would continue being a stubborn brat.

  He needed to shake her up so she would understand what her disobedience entailed.

  “I want to fuck you. My deviate thoughts are not nice and include getting off on your screams. I want you tied, and unable to move, with my teeth sinking into your flesh, then my lips sucking and leaving more bruises on your delicate skin.”

  Her lips softened and a heavenly smile lit up her face. It was sexy as hell and her voice was thick honey running along his nerves. “Master said you like to bite.”

  He was losing this battle. He pictured her too many times in his dreams. His desire had been held tightly within his mind for two years, and this was not a good direction for them to go.

  Long, delicate fingers moved to the dresser, picked up a warm cloth, and placed it over his knee. Instant relief. He couldn’t help the groan that escaped his throat.

  A noise made Zach turn to the doorway where Stephens stood. Angel walked over and took the offered glass and Zach’s prescription bottle. Casting a stern look at Zach, Stephens turned around and walked out without saying a word.

  He took the offered pain pill along with a drink of water. Soft, tentative hands began messaging the muscles around the heat wrap. His sigh of relief caused her fingers to dig in harder. His damned cock responded and his heavy breathing turned into a low groan.

  Angel ignored him. Her hands traveled up past his injury, not stopping, reaching higher, and slowly making their way to his groin. His hand stopped hers.

  “No.” His reward was her sensual and knowing smile. She played with fire but it was obvious she wanted the burn.

  “Yes.” It was a breathy promise and made him want to gently bite her lower lip and then spank her delectable bottom to stop her naughty sub behavior.

  Though his hand covered hers, her fingers continued to move, long nails scratching lightly into his skin. He tightened his hold and the movement stopped. He loosened his punishing grip and this time, her fingers behaved, traveling back down his leg. His eyes drifted shut and his muscled relaxed into the feel of her hands.

  She removed the hot towel and replaced it with a cold one. After kneading his tendons and muscles again, she reapplied the heat. His mind began drifting away, thinking of her naughty sub smile and letting her gentle hands soothe him to sleep.

  Something tickled his nose and he brushed away a piece of hair; hair that smelled like Angel. He realized parts of his body were warmer than others and opened his eyes to admire the beautiful woman wrapped tightly against his side. Turning his head, he nuzzled through her hair and kissed her cheek. Her eyes were partially open and locked on his cock which the pillow no longer covered.

  He watched her hand lift slowly and move toward his erection. He held his breath until the warmth of her fingers, finally, circled his length and squeezed.

  “Fuck,” he groaned softly in an exhalation of tortured breath. The word held every dream and thought of his two-year fantasy.

  He continued to watch and tried to breathe while her fingers traveled from base to tip. She shifted her body until her lips rested at the tip of his cock and then her tongue came out, exploring along the small slit before delving inside.

  He clenched his teeth and his groin tightened then went rock hard when her lips opened and heat surrounded his cock. She sucked him deeply into her hot, hot mouth.

  He was lost and beyond stopping the sweet torture. Her lips opened, allowing her tongue to slide along his engorged length, while saliva streamed from her mouth to his cock. His eyes were riveted while she licked like he was thirty-one flavors of ice cream on one cone. Her tongue’s hot velvet roughness stopped at his balls and sucked bringing his hips off the bed.

  He began spreading her hair around them, keeping her delectable mouth uncovered, while it worked his dick and balls. He’d had hundreds of blowjobs but nothing compared to the mind-blowing mouth fuck she gave him.

  His balls clenched tighter and he grabbed her hair, pulling her mouth away, as white pearly cum covered her chin and his abs. She struggled against his hold and he loosened his grip. She ran her tongue up his length and licked cum from the tip of his cock while placing her hand into the sticky pool on his stomach. Her finger swirled and she shifted so her tongue could lap at the milky pool like a kitten.

  “You’re killing me.”

  Her eyes flew to his and her facial expression went from bliss to alarm.

  His hand covered hers and splayed her fingers further into the sticky mess. His words came out low and raspy, “I will never look at your mouth the same way again but I need to bury myself in your pussy lips and see if they are half as hot. After I recover, I’ll get condoms from my room.”

  Her face softened and she smiled before reaching for the towel that somehow remained on his knee and used it to clean them both. Rising from the bed, she opened the bedside drawer and removed a three-pack of condoms. She tore one of the packages from the group and sat on the side of the bed.

  At the sight of the foiled packages, his cock jerked and he knew he wouldn’t need long to fulfill the remainder of his fantasy. “I want you naked. Now.”

  She stood and turned away but he not so gently wrenched her hair. “I want to watch.”

  Her smile was shaky and he sensed the self-assurance she felt earlier was deserting her. She needed to be shook up. He knew she was submissive but her earlier actions didn’t show proper sub etiquette. Though he wasn’t her master, it was damn sure time he made her submit to his commands. He wouldn’t change the last thirty-minutes for anything but she needed a gentle punishment and he needed to gain control. Leaning slightly to the side, he began unbuttoning his shirt without taking his eyes from her body as her clothes fell to the floor.

  The scarf she covered her hair with earlier was l
ying on the bedside table. “Hand me the scarf.”

  The trembling in her fingers made him smile inwardly when she placed the scarf in his outstretched hand. Grabbing her wrist, he looked into her eyes. Her gaze, locked on the hands holding hers, slowly rose to meet his.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes, sir.” No hesitation.

  He sat up and moved so his legs were over the side of the bed on either side of her body. Wrapping the scarf around her wrists, he pulled the material tight so she couldn’t get out but loose enough to allow circulation.

  “What’s your safeword?”

  When he got no answer, he looked up.

  “Safe word?” he repeated. “You have one, don’t you?”

  “No, sir.”

  There were no limits and she had no safeword. This was not good and, damn it, Monroe knew better.

  “What’s your least favorite vegetable?”

  “Broccoli.”

  He didn’t mean to smile but couldn’t help himself.

  She smiled back. “I hate broccoli.”

  “Broccoli is now your safeword. You have no hard limits listed in your contract with Monroe.”

  “I trust him.”

  “You should never trust anyone that much.”

  She said nothing just looked at him expectantly. He moved her hands up while moving his face closer to her belly and breathing in the scent of her skin. He was close enough to smell the arousal from her pussy. He ran the unshaven roughness of his chin against the soft flesh of her stomach and then circled her navel with his tongue moving his hands to her ass. He squeezed the tight flesh until she drew in a painful breath.

  “You have been a naughty sub. I don’t imagine your master would let you get away with the unasked for blowjob you just gave me.” He peered up and noticed she looked anything but contrite.

  “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.”