“I love her, but I don’t know if I can do occasional.”
“I think she’s been hurt enough.”
“I don’t plan on hurting her. Well, maybe a little.” He gave a slight grin.
Monroe’s eyes took in everything, just as they always had. “Would you like to join us in the studio?”
“Yes, I think I would. I need to change.”
“Stay here and I’ll get everything set up. Give me five minutes then go change. I’ll have her ready.”
Angel was kneeling naked on the mat, a blindfold around her eyes. The short hair made her look like a pixie. A very sensual, beautiful pixie.
Zach padded softly into the room on bare feet. Her head tilted and a quizzical look appeared on her face before her chin dropped again. Monroe methodically coiled rope and nodded for Zach to approach Angel.
Five feet away and he could smell the unique odor that was all her; flowers mixed with spice. There was no way he could be this close and not touch. He took another step and then another, going to his knees. His hand came up and ran through her hair. The look on her face softened and her nose turned toward his wrist. She stopped and her facial features froze.
Zach removed the blindfold.
Wide, blue eyes stared at him, and then a lone tear pooled and fell, traveling down her cheek. He reached up and caught it with his finger as another followed. She didn’t seem to notice when Monroe began binding her arms. Zach smoothed his thumbs over her cheeks and then, leaning in, he touched his mouth to hers. He licked away the small amount of salt from her tears before deepening the kiss.
Her breath caught and the floodgates opened. His hands tightened in her hair and his mouth savaged hers. He wanted the taste of her mouth for a lifetime.
“Your arms, Zach.”
Zach pulled back and looked at his friend. Standing slowly, he walked to the side of the mat and removed his pants. Naked, he walked back and knelt again, facing Angel. Monroe handed him a condom and Zach didn’t question, just put it on and then moved his hands behind his back.
Monroe worked and drifted deeper into his artistic zone. Zach had been there with his friend many times before. Monroe wrapped them both in a separate Shibari rope harness; his hands were deft as they worked their magic.
With Zach’s hands bound behind him, Monroe turned to Angel once more. He attached Angel to the hoist and then turned it on to lift her up. He assisted Zach to his feet and brought him closer to Angel. Monroe’s hands went to Angel’s legs and gently glided over her skin before wrapping them around Zach.
Zach’s erect cock sat at the entrance of her pussy but she was too high and even when she tightened her legs it wasn’t going to work. The winch lowered slightly but Zach needed his hands.
Monroe’s arms came around from behind Angel and his fingers covered her breasts pulling her upper body back into his chest.
“Ahhhh.” The first small sounds escaped her throat.
With her body tilted back, Zach lined his dick up to the entrance of her pussy and thrust forward with his hips.
The muscles on Monroe’s arms flexed and Angel was forced forward onto Zach’s cock. Her upper body was pushed in closer and his lips reached for hers again.
Zach couldn’t help his flinch when he felt Monroe’s hands moved from behind Angel and squeezed his fingers into Zach’s hips. The hands stilled and Zach let out his indrawn breath.
“It’s okay. I need her pussy closer.” Zach managed to rasp.
Angel’s breathing and sighs became louder. Monroe controlled their thrusts. It was frustrating, but at the same time unbelievably erotic. Zach didn’t know when he completely let himself go, but he stopped thinking about anything but pleasure. His moans traveled up from his throat and filled the room. The pressure in his balls became unbelievably tighter when her pussy began pulsing in wave after wave of orgasm. His teeth sank into her shoulder and her scream knocked him past the point of no return.
Zach pulled back, going to his knees where his face was even with Angel’s pussy, still wanting to touch, loving the smell. The electrical sound of the winch thrummed as it lowered her until she rested on her knees in front of him again.
Monroe began unknotting the ropes holding Zach and messaged his arms once he was untied. He had done this so many times before, but this time was completely different. Zach let the feel of Monroe’s hands shimmer through his body.
Zach’s throaty whisper came out when Monroe stopped.
“Turn around, Angel.” Zach began the same process of unbinding and massage with her, aware Monroe stood behind him.
Angel’s tears began falling again and Zach pulled her close. “I’m so sorry.”
Her sobs grew louder, and Zach looked to Monroe at a complete loss. Then, his eyes traveled down his friend’s body and stopped at the erection not quite hidden behind his pants.
Gazing back up, he gave Monroe a questioning look. Hope, yearning, and fear showed on a face that was always controlled, always certain, and always in command. It was Zach’s call.
Zach smoothed Angel’s hair back, missing the length but loving the feel and smell he dreamed about. “My sweet sub,” he whispered in her ear. “Your master needs you, and your job is not yet complete.”
Kleenex appeared over Zach’s shoulder and he used it to wipe her face.
“Blow.” She did as told, and then Zach removed his condom and wrapped it in another Kleenex.
Moving to the side, he reached his hand back and drew Monroe in closer. “Take care of your master, slave.”
She reached up and took hold of Monroe’s pants, pulling them down his legs. Zach reversed their previous position and stepped behind Angel. He took her hands and pulled them behind her back. “Mouth on your master, hands on me.”
His head rested between her shoulder blades. He was still unbelievably hard as her fingers ran down the length of his cock. He heard her mouth make moist sounds as she wrapped her lips around Monroe.
The sweet torture continued and finally Zach had to look. Monroe’s hands were on either side of her head controlling her movements. He was sliding in and out slowly, his eyes staring directly into Zach’s.
“Bite her for me, Zach.” The words sounded as if they were torn from his lungs.
Next to the first bite, Zach placed his teeth hard against her flesh. Her mouth was full of cock but her cry tore out and Monroe thrust hard into her throat. Her hands convulsed on Zach’s cock and he exploded against her back.
Sunlight poured into the room and Zach looked at the two people he loved and had almost thrown away. They fell to the floor. Arms and legs became tangled and where one body left off another began. The seamless beauty reminded Zach of Shibari.
Each knot had its purpose.
Each strand had its place.
The silk of the rope gave complete submission to all who practiced the honesty of the art. Zach was finally home.
Monroe
Before…
He saw the Marine go down but he wasn’t in a position to do anything about it. He would need to wait and hope the soldier remained alive until he could get to him.
Entering the room, he only had time for a quick glance. The Marine sat, tied to a chair. Two hundred pounds of bravery and pissed-off soldier stared back at his attackers. The ropes were wrong, though. They needed to be tied correctly. They needed to show this man in all his glory; the strength of his body, the lines of his muscles, and the inner resolve of the man to be. The man who was really just a boy.
Someday.
Angel
Before…
She heard the gunfire from above. It was too much to hope they were being rescued. She had no hope left. It died with the cold hand of her friend. Her grip tightened and she imagined the hand she held squeezed back.
Then quiet, the worst part of waiting. Maybe they would all die. She accepted this; it was the only possible ending.
She closed her eyes at the light; she did not want to see death.
“Fuck
ing clear! Get down here, L.T.”
The sounds. More men. She opened her eyes.
It was his face that gave her hope; strong, gentle, beautiful.
She listened to him speak, give commands, and try to help.
“They don’t speak English.”
He was there in front of her; unaffected by the filth. She watched as his hands pried her fingers from those of her friend. He said he would protect her friend, even in death, and she believed him.
When his arms closed around her to carry her from the dark cold room, her shame intensified. He was pure, clean, and solid where her soiled body rested against him.
He walked beside her before they took her away; holding her hand, his eyes shining into hers. He was her angel.
Angel
Current Day…
Her heart beat rapidly. She rubbed her sweating palms against her thighs before placing her hands behind her back. She wore only the gift she’d found lying on her bed: a pair of slinky white panties. A note had been there, too, instructing her to wait in the playroom.
Every time they made love to her, their hands brushed each other more. They shared her body, and each caress told her of their feelings for her — and each other. Monroe was Master, and would always be; Zachery was Sir, and that, too, would always be. She loved them both, needed them both.
An electrical charge ran over her skin when they entered the room. She couldn’t make out their low murmured words. They’d acted strangely today; something was going on, but she could not figure out what it was.
Keeping her head down in submission, she could feel her hair brushing across her bare shoulders. It was longer now and easier to manage. She didn’t miss the extra length but knew Sir did. She would grow it out again to please him.
“Stand, slave.” Master’s voice sounded loud in the previously quiet room.
Sir’s hand reached for hers and helped her rise. Being told to stand in their presence like this, in the playroom, was very strange and a feeling of dread ran through her mind.
“Look at me, Angel,” Zach said.
Her eyes lifted to Sir; he hadn’t released her fingers.
Her eyes widened in alarm as he went to his knee before her. Her gaze jerked toward Master, who only smiled and nodded his chin toward Sir.
Slowly, she looked at the gorgeous man on his knee before her. In his hand, he held a gold ring with a large diamond that sparkled, catching the muted light in the room. She covered her mouth and tears came to her eyes.
“I love you, Angel Philips. Will you marry me?”
Shakily, her hands traveled up to her eyes and she sank to her knees on legs that could no longer hold her up. Silent tears trailed down her face. Strong arms pulled her forward into Sir’s solid embrace as Master’s warm body settled in behind her.
“Don’t cry,” Sir said. “I’m beginning to worry about your answer.”
She laughed through tears and threw her arms around Sir.
“Yes, yes, please!” Her arms tightened.
“Thank you, Angel.” His voice sounded choked. “But we’re not finished yet.”
He gently pried her locked arms from his neck and placed the ring on her finger. She tried to reach her hand out to admire it, but Sir gently turned her around.
Master waited with a collar held between his hands. It was like no collar she had ever seen; it was more like some jeweled fairytale creation. The golden circle had two rows of large diamonds, connected by smaller rows an inch apart, making it a dazzle of pure light. A small gold lock, dangling from one side, was open and waiting for her.
“Do you wish to wear my collar, Angel?”
“Yes, Master,” she said through more happy tears.
Warm lips pressed against her forehead and then she felt the cool metal wrap around her throat. At the same time, Sir’s hands went to her waist and lowered her panties, slipping them from her legs.
The weight around her throat settled and Master’s warm touch traveled to her breasts and then down her sides. Sir’s hands covered her breasts and squeezed her nipples, causing her to moan. He liked it when she made sounds.
Sir’s arms pulled her back and Master moved her legs so they were no longer beneath her. He dipped his head to her pussy. His tongue traveled along her folds and then sucked and nipped. This time her moan was louder, and the pressure on her nipples increased. She cried out when two fingers entered her hot center and her hips lifted from the floor.
Hard, demanding hands pressed her hips back down. Sir spread her legs further for more of Master’s intimate nibbles and kisses. Her body shook from deep within.
Suddenly, she felt herself lifted. Her eyes opened as Master leaned back and pulled her on top of him. Her knees spread to straddle him until his cock was poised at her entrance, waiting.
The strength of the two men lifted her up and then, slowly, she felt herself lowered until her hot pussy lips surrounded Master’s cock. Slowly, she felt her waiting heat take every inch of her master.
The lube drizzling over the cleft of her ass was cold until Sir’s warm hands spread the silky gel. Sir’s knees slid in beside her legs and her hands came down on the hard chest of her master.
The tip of Sir’s cock sought entrance into the tight hole of her ass. She relaxed. Master wasn’t moving, just waiting for Sir to find his place. The pressure increased and she couldn’t help but clench her muscles against the pain. It hurt as rigid muscle began to force itself inside of her.
Master’s cock already filled her cunt, and though she tried to relax, it seemed impossible that Sir’s prick would find any room inside her.
“Bear down, Angel,” Master commanded gently. “Let him in.”
She couldn’t help her scream when the crown of his cock breached the tight outer rim of her ass. He didn’t give her time to adjust. His cock pressed further into that oh, so tight place and she could only try to breathe through it.
Fingers clamped hard on her nipples, rolling their hard points until she tossed back her head and writhed in the sweet agony.
His breath was warm against her ear. “Let me in, love.”
And she did. Until now, only Master ever called her ‘love.’ The sound of Sir saying the word was enough to unclench her muscles and allow his cock to fully seat itself.
They were too large, and yet…. They. Were. Perfect.
She felt invaded, impaled upon two enormous cocks made of hot, pulsing stone. It felt as though she was being torn apart and yet it was glorious to feel so completely possessed this way by both the men she adored.
Sir had control. He lifted her away from Master and then brought her down again as his cock slid almost out and then back in when Master lifted her up. They worked her body in harmony with each other, knowing exactly what she needed.
Her body stretched. She surrendered to them completely, and pain became pleasure.
Sir’s teeth pressed against her neck, biting gently. His mouth traveled across her shoulder and bit down again, then again. Master sucked at her nipples, and her body threatened to break apart with so much pleasure. Her muscles tensed and her pussy swelled and shook from deep within. Her eyes closed and she felt as if she were weightless in a sea of sensation.
Sir cried out first and this time his bite was hard. Her eyes shot open, and she couldn’t hold back her scream. She saw Master looking at her and then past her, at Sir. His look was so full of love for them both that it brought tears to her eyes and a sweet fullness to her heart.
Master’s shout rang through the room as his hands pulled her hips against his groin.
The world trembled beautifully and then went dark.
Kisses slid across her skin. They were everywhere; soft feathery touches, low murmurs. Hands gently massaged her body. It seemed as though every molecule in her body was purring with more completion than she had dreamed possible.
“Are you with us, love?”
“Yes.” Her voice sounded strange in her ears.
“Zach will carry y
ou to the shower.”
Her hand tightened on Master’s arm, and he laughed low and throaty.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be with you.” He planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “Zach tells me you want a child?”
“Yes.” The one word held so much hope. “Oh, please… yes.”
“Well, he can’t do that through the back entrance.”
Both men laughed and delicious shivers ran over her flesh.
“Then I suppose you’ll have to take turns.”
Sir’s voice whispered in her ear, “Shower first and then we’ll work on creating a baby. It could take a while, though. Are you ready for both of us again?”
“Always, sir,” she smiled first at Master, then at Sir as he lifted her into his arms. “Always.”
The Beginning…
Dear Reader,
Thank you for reading another installment of the Club El Diablo series. I hope you loved Zach and Monroe as much as I loved writing about them. They’ve both continued to linger in my mind so maybe someday they’ll be back for some more hot loving.
My next book, Bad Boy Dom, will be out in early spring. I’m on deadline for two other series I write under different names so I’m staying busy. Someday I need to quit my day job and really settle into writing.
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Club El Diablo and the characters in this book are a figment of my imagination. My dreams and fantasies are my own though I love sharing.
I’ve been married to my teenage heartthrob for many years, and we are at the mercy of our two dogs who demand biscuits and obedience or we are punished.
I love reading and writing erotica and BDSM stories. Safe sex, safe words, and intelligence in choosing your partner (s) are a must. Communication is the key to all good relationships and happy red assed subs don’t hurt either. Well maybe a little.
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