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
Sleeping butterflies and daisies in your hair,Playing with the frogs while flying through the air.Sleep will come and go, with stars for Abigail,Hush the sweet sounds of wind beneath your sails,It's time to count the sheep jumping here and there,Hush my sweet and beautiful Abigail.The final cord drifted away and my precious, drooling fan was fast asleep."That was beautiful. Not to mention a miracle! She never falls asleep without a fight." Lydia held her nine-month old bundle of joy, continuing to sway her arms back and forth. Abigail's short red curls sprang out from her head in delightful disarray."I bore young children to sleep. It's a special gift.""She already loves you, and to think she now has her very own song written by Krispin Righteous."I laughed softly so I wouldn't wake up the pocket-sized hellion princess. "By the time she's old enough to realize I'm famous, I'll be walking with a cane.""Who cares, as long as I can buy your time each night for the
His presence filled the room. It was similar to Damian's but somehow the smoldering electrical current was just...more. I followed every sexy inch of his body when he crossed the room and stopped about fifteen feet away. TROUBLE! He was the epitome of what I needed to avoid.I knew this had to be Krispin Righteous, and I knew righteous trouble awaited me if I got within arms distance. My heartbeat picked up and for a moment I squeezed my eyes closed and counted to ten. Then, I purposely concentrated on my job and refused to look. He was THE bad boy personified and the type who took me to my lowest level. I'd been here before and if I fell into the cavernous pit with him I would never manage to find my way out. Been there, done that, have the t-shirt, and turned it into a rag to wipe my broken heart off the floor again and again. Now the shirt was nothing more than stringy fibers. I turned my thoughts to Mistress and even without her presence, she calmed me. I pulled in a deep breath a
Keeping my mind off the hot cocktail waitress wasn't easy. But the club offered some interesting side attractions and I realized how much I needed this kinky world. It called to the primal Dom inside of me, the one I needed to find again. I managed to stay engrossed in the scene being played in the Tower of London torture room. The Dom knew what he was doing and managed to put on a show for his audience. The screams of his willing subject added nicely to the overall effect.From the corner of my eye, I caught a flash of red hair and turned toward the woman on whom Damian's eyes were already focused. It took me a split-second to put two and two together. Lydia led a naked male sub on a leash. He wore a shiny metal cock cage secured tightly around his dick, yet his posture was full of obvious pride. How I mistook Lydia for a sub was now beyond comprehension. Hell, I wasn't even sure if she was a switch for Damian, and my smile reflected the images running through my brain."My bad,"
Nicole was not exactly what I needed, but she was close. Damian made sure I sat and spoke to the eager sub and reviewed her wants and needs as well as her hard limits. She had few, but I was comfortable with only going so far. I remembered what Lydia said about her career and asked her questions during aftercare. It was the first time I worked on enjoying the experience. I was glad I did. Nicole was a medical examiner. I found it fascinating and my usual fifteen minutes turned into an hour.She spoke softly about her work and obviously loved her job. She never asked about my band or for me to sing for her. It was surprisingly pleasant and made me forget the gorgeous brunette sub for a while.Unfortunately, when I left Nicole at the club and went to my room, my dreams were filled with every conceivable first meeting I might have with the mysterious, green-eyed sub. I woke up with a throbbing hard-on and equally throbbing headache. I stepped into a hot shower hoping for relief from at