Holding Angel's hand, they walked across the vast property of their home. Monroe was feeling better, but still tired easily. His physical reserves had been depleted by the time he flew to Mexico for Uday. But, there was no way he was giving the terrorist another shot at his family. Now, he paid the price with a longer convalescence.Swinging his arm, very un-Monroe-like, he smiled at how easy it was to touch this special woman and accept her returned caress. He still felt the need to control the contact, but he didn't shy away. The three of them hadn't repeated the scene from the bedroom two weeks previously, but Monroe was ready. His biggest fear was that Zachery had changed his mind. Zachery's discreet touches and carnal looks were fleeting and Zachery hadn't given an overt signal that the next step was imminent.Monroe stopped walking and pulled Angel close, loving her soft, compelling smile."I want you and Zachery in the studio tomorrow. I have a new design I wish to work.""I
Angel asked for permission to read up in their bedroom and Monroe granted her request. She'd been quiet throughout the rest of the day, and kneeled on the floor through dinner without protest. Honestly, it still bothered Zach, but not as it once had. Give and take... it was his new motto. Monroe wasn't close to being as heavy-handed as Zach with impact play and preferred to watch. Zach could say the same for some of the rope play or Monroe's small tortures with clothespins, fire, and even needles. To each their own kink.He walked into Monroe's den and found him leaning back in his comfortable chair with his eyes closed. Zach made to back out, but Monroe smiled. Zach couldn't remember seeing so many grins on the man's face. A constantly firm demeanor was the norm."Sit down, please.""Would you like me on my knees by your chair?"Monroe's eyes opened. "Don't temp me."Zach hesitated then took a deep breath. He'd spent weeks thinking about what he needed most from Monroe and what h
He fed Angel from his plate, pretended to read the remainder of his paper, and then stood to leave the room."I will organize what I need in the studio. Please take care of Sir's needs, love, and then the two of you stretch and prepare. This will be a long session."He walked away without looking back. The last thing Monroe could handle was seeing Angel's lips on Zachery's cock. He allowed Zachery needed relief because Monroe wanted Zachery to think about submission with more than his cock. Monroe prided himself on restraint and always had but this might be more than he could handle. He felt instant calm wash over him as he entered his studio. He stopped and took a few deep breaths, needing this time to prepare himself. A moment later, he walked over and moved the large lights to where he wanted them. He had missed Melody, his photographer, since her retirement and had not found a replacement. Not that he would have anyone in the studio with the three of them today. These pictures
Angel didn't protest when he placed her on the play bed and strapped her to the mattress. He arranged her face up, propped against pillows so she could see. If what was about to happen had a chance of working, she needed to understand what it entailed."Don't be afraid." He kissed her forehead.Zach had thought about this moment many times-how it would play out and at what point he could truly submit. He knew Monroe was trying to make this easier, but Monroe actually made it harder when he gave Zach time to think. Both men were violent by nature. They sheltered that side of themselves from Angel, but it was a key element to who they were. Zach waited for Monroe.The door made a soft click after Monroe entered. Zach stalked slowly forward. Monroe stopped, but Zach kept walking. When Zach was close enough, he powerfully shoved Monroe's chest, pushing him back into the wall."You want it like that?" Monroe's voice grew deadly-a tone he was very good at."If you want my full submiss
The three of them were exhausted, but as usual he woke up early. This bed was smaller than the one upstairs, but with the three of them wrapped tightly around each other it didn't matter. He lifted Angel's arm and tried slipping out from the tangle of Zachery's legs."I don't think so, Monroe."He turned to see Zachery looking at him and he sighed, "I am in need of food, a long shower, and possibly a nap later on. Do you have other plans?"It would not take much to convince him to stay in bed all day."Angel and I have been patient, but now we need an explanation. Did Edward Labough lie to me?"Monroe looked from Zachery to Angel and noticed her eyes open, too."No, he did not lie." Monroe told them what happened-breaking into Fahid's home, the Taser, and then swallowing the kill-pill. "It was designed to mimic heart failure. Edward wasn't aware it was anything other than what it's called. I needed the two of you safe while I went after Uday. To tell you the truth, when I decided
Katherine Grace Kebb was delivered at home. Not because of an emergency, but because Angel put her foot down. She wanted her men in the room and the three of them unconcerned with what the rest of the world thought about their relationship. Sir had come a long way but she knew it would be hard for him. If Sir was uncomfortable Master would be the same. She'd found her voice more and more over the past year and being pregnant made her men putty in her hands. They eventually acquiesced though grumbled when she gave them a chance. Excluding her own part, Marguerite and Stephens did the majority of the work. None of them were surprised when Stephens admitted it wasn't the first baby he'd delivered.Katherine, or Katy Bug as Sir called her, much to Master's disgust, was far from the perfect child. Colic caused her problems and she cried incessantly. She was spoiled and drove Angel mad at times. Fortunately, she was the most beautiful baby on earth and could get away with it.The biggest
PART FOURCheck-in went off without a hitch. It felt good to know I wasn't blackballed for life. I hadn't spoken to Damian, the exclusive El Diablo Hotel's owner, for more than a year. He sent a short note during my stay at Foundations, a posh rehab for rich celebrities. That note gave me enough courage to walk past the imposing doorman and request a suite.The well-trained petite blonde behind the check-in counter didn't lift an eyebrow when I handed her my identification. My visit was a spur of the moment "I-need-to-unwind-and-write-a-new-song" decision. My cock was also in need of finely-tuned pussy, and I was hopeful my warm welcome at the hotel would carry over to the private BDSM club upstairs.Once the valet safely tucked me and my extensive gear safely in the room, I thanked him with a large tip. I paced restlessly around the two bedrooms, a small kitchen, dining room, and comfortable living area along with two full bathrooms. The one off the master bedroom came complete wit
"I've learned nothing, Mistress." I spoke quietly while Lydia's soft hand ran through my hair trying to soothe me.Her other hand squeezed my arm firmly but gently. "You've come so far, Angela. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for, and your beauty shines from within.""Beauty has never been my gift," I said, shaking my head. Understanding that no one would ever quite understand, even her. "More like a curse," I add bitterly."The beauty you hold inside is a gift. I see it every day. You work hard, you're loyal, and I don't trust my daughter with just anyone."I couldn't help a giggle and small shake of my shoulders. "You know she's going to be a hellion," I say glad to have the focus off me. "Yes, and her daddy's pride and joy," Lydia grinned. "She has him twisted around all ten of her chubby little fingers. You and I will keep her grounded while Raul and Damian spoil her rotten."I loved that little munchkin and would continue loving her no matter how spoiled she b
I claimed he wasn't romantic, but Luke proved me wrong.He had something special planned for our one month wedding anniversary. I was currently strapped to a chair in the playroom, a scarf covering my eyes. Luke's hand gently moved my hair aside. Or, I thought it was Luke, but when the fingers moved up over my jaw a different scent filled me."Hi, beautiful girl," Wade said as he kissed my cheek. "I'm here to fuck you dry."An electric thrill ran over every inch of flesh on my body and I shivered."She's been a naughty girl all day. For some reason she seems to think I should have spoiled her surprise and told her you'd be joining us." Luke spoke from behind me. He reached around and pinched my nipples. "Untie her and we'll move her to a more accommodating location. You haven't seen her pretty pussy piercing."Luke loved calling it that. It usually had me laughing, but he squeezed my nipples again and I sucked in a quick breath. Wade unclipped me from the chair, leaving my wrist a
Two nights later, my dream was back. My sister watched me from the mirror. She spoke, but I couldn't understand. I made a grab for her hand as it turned to dust beneath my fingers. She swept away on the wind and I couldn't breathe."Shh, babe, breathe." It was Luke.He rolled us so I was on my back, his lips against mine, with his hand at my throat. He added pressure and I froze until he eased his fingers back. His cock entered me. He restricted my breathing again and again until I came so hard my toes curled."Tell me about Vachala," he said after rolling over so I lay on top of him.I hadn't spoken freely about my sister since she disappeared. I had told the private investigators details about our location in India when my mother sold her, but they never asked anything personal. Bittersweet thoughts of her poured into my mind. "She would run so fast she'd trip constantly. She always beat me in any race. I cried and she laughed. I think she was a demon in disguise. The only way an
I'm sure people had horrible night terrors and handled them better than I did. Saying mine aloud made them feel inconsequential. "A mirror or the reflection from water. I see me-starving, skeletal, always trying to say something. I fade to dust and I realize it isn't really me. It's Vachala." A calmness was settling over me. For years I kept this hidden. My father never knew. My mother died with me hating her, but more than that I hated my weakness. Even now I couldn't find a way to forgive myself. My mother should have chosen Vachala and left me to die. I used pain to prove I was strong. The more the better.I rolled over in Luke's arms and faced him. "I don't know why I can't breathe when I wake up. I know when I was hospitalized, I couldn't breathe. That was the last time I saw her." I could picture her so easily because whenever I looked in a mirror, she was there. "We were only babies, but that bond is unbreakable. I imagined her holding my hand for years. I could feel her soft f
I had her back in the waist belt and her hands attached in front of her when I walked her into the bathroom. I'd had everything ready. She saw what waited and stopped."Don't worry. This is only a mild cleansing, no cramping or pain. Bend over."Tears filled her eyes."Come on, girl, it looks worse than it is.""Please, Luke." She looked down at the floor and I saw a tear roll from the end of her nose."'Please, Luke' is not your safeword. Lift your leg onto the toilet seat or I'll use a different solution."She lifted her leg and I could see her knees trembling. I inserted the enema nozzle and she jerked as if the solution had hot pepper in it. Actually, I used a bit of peppermint along with a mild soap and warm water; it wouldn't hurt at all. I opened the valve. "Hold it in. I'll tell you when you can relieve yourself." Her tears turned to soft hiccups. I really thought she'd cave by now, but her stubborn brain was blocking her desire to end the humiliation. I moved her to the
Machala was asleep, her breathing deep and even. I sat down beside her and transferred our lunch to the nightstand. I moved pillows beneath her head after loosening the straps at her wrists. I went into the bathroom and soaked a washcloth in warm water. I hadn't left any cuts on the front of her body, but welts covered her. After running the cloth over each welt, I rubbed ointment into her skin.She woke up when I loosened her wrists, but waited until I finished with the ointment before speaking. "I can't do it, Luke. You're wasting your time." Her dejection came through in each soft word.I slowly removed the blindfold so she could see my eyes. She squinted into the light before her gaze settled on mine. "I love you. It's not something you walk away from. I can't watch you suffer alone. Sharing your terror may not help, but I'll be there and I'll know the worst. I've imagined so many things and each one causes me sleepless nights. You have no idea the abuse I've imagined. I only wan
The lies she lived with couldn't continue. I refused to allow her to destroy herself. She barely slept and I wasn't as stupid as the first time she stayed with me. Then, I missed the small nuances that showed how exhausted she was. That would never happen again. And now something set her off without lack of sleep involved. Some trigger that no one but she understood. I couldn't fucking help her if she wouldn't talk to me. All my frustration from months ago came rising to the surface. I imagined her as a young child being raped, beaten, or both. I couldn't stand the pictures in my head... the unknown.I wrapped rubber bands tightly around the ends of the sticks, securing them together. Machala's breasts were hanging freely over the bench, which made clamping the sticks on her nipples easy. The rubber bands applied the pressure so her nipples squeezed between the lacquered wood. When I put them on, she stopped struggling and speaking. I grabbed the sticks in the middle between her breas
I couldn't hold back the tears and he stopped moving. "No, don't, Luke. Fuck me hard, please."He did. I have no idea how much noise we made and I'm surprised the door didn't cave. He pulled my hair until I thought he would leave me bald, and when that didn't work, he rammed two fingers in my ass. No lube and it hurt but... it took me over the edge and I cried out as my body crashed. I was crying, but pulling air into my lungs."Shh," he whispered against my ear.I knew he suspected I was crazy. Hell, I was the ice queen. No panic attacks allowed for me. "I'm so sorry." My forehead rested against his chest. His cock was still inside me."You shouldn't be. Having my very own fuck bunny during practice is something I plan on growing accustomed to."He was attempting to change the mood. I shouldn't let him, but I desperately wanted to forget my near out of control disaster. We cleaned up in the bathroom. Luke took special care of my piercing. He'd explained about condoms for the firs
We woke up after seven-much later than a usual Monday morning. I could tell by her breathing that Machala was awake. "What are you thinking about, girl?" I asked into the quiet room."Hmm, touching you. I always want to touch you while you sleep." Her voice sounded drowsy and sexy."I won't stop you." There were times to be dominant and times to give your sub what she wanted. This was the latter. I expected her hands to travel my chest, arms, even ass. I saw the way she stared at me. A hungry lioness came to mind. What I didn't expect were her hands on my face.She moved up a little, using her elbow to prop herself. I closed my eyes as her soft fingers traveled across my jaw, moving to my cheeks and even along my nose."You're beautiful," she whispered.I didn't think any man alive wanted to be called beautiful. At least not until this moment. Her thumb swiped across my eyelid before her fingers went to my lips. Now they ran across the outline of my mouth and one finger slipped in
How did he do it? This man knew what my brain did not. The dull ache above my clit caused by the piercing had me craving more. It also reminded me that it wasn't just a collar that bound a submissive to their dominant. Luke piercing me was his claim and wouldn't disappear like the bruises he left after a scene.He was on the phone while I used a mirror to look between my legs. He'd actually handed it to me before he went to make his call. Fuck, I desperately needed to come again or somehow get my mind off my body's greedy cravings.I latched onto work. I had to call Danny and explain I wouldn't be at work for two weeks. Luke had removed the butt plug after our prolonged scene in the playroom. I sat on the end of my bed fully aware of my new piercing and hit Danny's name on my cell."Hello, doll. What's happening?" His anger over the newspaper article and picture was obviously gone.There were times I used my icy business voice with Danny, but this wasn't one of them. I valued his f