I can't breathe. Her memory fills my thoughts. At my shock, she turns away, her shoulders quivering. I stand staring at the graceful lines of her body. Her perfect skin, perfect everything. It's her-my fantasy. But in the actual fantasy she's not crying.I blow out the breath I've been holding and step out of the shower. The items in my hands fall to the counter and my legs move me back into the shower. I rest my palms on the hair covering her shoulders. Pulling her up toward me, I mold her back to the front of mine and draw in a deep breath, let it out, and close my eyes. Fuck.Grazing her ear with my lips I whisper, "Don't cry."My words release a torrent of gut-wrenching sobs and I hold on, keeping her tightly wrapped in my arms while the warm water cascades over us. I offer comfort, but anger, apathy, longing, and just the unbelievable feeling that this is a dream cascade through my brain. Monroe knew. Somehow... someway... he found Hooriya because he knew.And she's Monroe's s
"Is there something I can do?" Damian doesn't hide the concern in his voice. I can only imagine the look in my eyes. I'm back to wanting to kill Monroe all over again.I contain my rage with a slow inhale. "No. Angel and I will go straight to the suite. When did he leave?" I ask as casually as possible. It doesn't fool Damian. Angel tries to wiggle from my grip and that's just not happening.Damian watches our interaction closely. "Monroe shared a few techniques and answered questions for about thirty minutes." He looks between us before returning his gaze to mine. "He gathered his things, gave me the note, and left. Is there a problem I need to know about?"I run my unencumbered fingers through my hair, giving me a moment to control my frustration. "No, I'm still planning dinner with Lydia and your new daughter," I say as a way to change the subject."Lydia will be happy to hear that.""Angel and I will be heading back to Nathanial's estate early tomorrow. Send me an email when y
There are so many questions running through my head, but my brain freezes again when I see her choice of clothing. The white pants are loose-fitting and flow over her lower body. The navy blue top is cut high at the neck and falls over the curve of her breasts and down past her waist. The color accents the blue of her eyes, and the smooth plains of her exotic face are highlighted by the edge of the material against her skin. A white scarf covers her head, hiding her glorious hair. Though she's covered, nothing but a complete facial mask could possibly hide her beauty."Is my attire appropriate, Sir?"I frown in displeasure and her hands fumble with the knot at her scarf. I rest my hand on top of hers, covering her trembling fingers, and stop their movement.We need to settle this right now. "What is my name?"She hesitates but replies softly, "Zach.""Please use it." I rub my fingers over her skin and inch my body a little closer so I can inhale her scent. "You are lovely.""Yes... Zac
I ignored the strain to my knee and now I'm paying the price. A pain pill will help, along with some TLC from Marguerite. The last thing I want is Angel's hands anywhere near my body. It's bad enough that her delicious scent, which is saturated in the bedding, drifts up to my nose. I turn my head and inhale. A fine sheen of sweat breaks out on my skin. The gentle breeze from the ceiling fan moves through the gauze over the bed and hits the dampness, helping me control the swelling in my cock. It's nothing Marguerite hasn't seen before, but I don't need her condescending attitude right now.My mind drifts back to rescuing Angel from the dark smell of death in that basement. I remember her embarrassment and worry about contaminating me with her soiled body. Her overall bravery sticks in my head and God, the lack of weight in my arms when I lifted her. All the horror she survived is only a memory to me. She lived through each and every detail.I sit up, remove my pants, and quickly reme
I clench my teeth and I go rock hard when her lips open and heat surrounds my cock. She sucks me so deep I hit the back of her throat while her large expressive eyes prove her longing matches mine. I'm truly lost and far beyond the ability I need to stop this delicious torture. Her lips open wider and her tongue slides along each sensitive inch. Saliva streams from her mouth to my cock and desire racks my entire body. My eyes remain riveted while she licks me like an ice cream cone in the Mohave Desert. Her tongue's hot velvet inches along my flesh clear to my balls. My hips rise from the bed as she moves up and takes my cock inside her mouth again.I sink my hands in her hair, spreading the length around us while keeping her delectable mouth visible while she works my dick and balls. I've experienced hundreds of blow jobs, but nothing compares to the mind-blowing mouth fuck she's giving me right now.My balls clench tighter and the steady hum of orgasm spreads. I grasp a larger sect
My teeth marks from the previous night are beautifully highlighted on her inner thigh. Red with a touch of blue surrounding the bruised flesh. There will be more tomorrow.My kink.The one I didn't share with Nathanial years ago. But Monroe had his ways and it didn't take him long to use Shibari to expose my kink. He never batted an eye. He encouraged me to bite and bite hard. For something that embarrassed me so much back then, Monroe didn't have my inhibitions. To him, sex and its varied intricacies are to be celebrated and not hidden.I move back on the bed while pulling Angel down, turning her body so her back rests against the duvet. "Hands above your head. Don't bring them down."My knee feels much better, which makes it easier to straddle her waist. I separate her hair to either side of her shoulders, dividing each heavy wave into three strands. I meticulously braid her hair, starting the weave close to her head. When the first braid is finished, I lift it into one of her ha
I roll and bring her with me pulling her close. A halo of hair cocoons us. I smooth away the strands near her face so I can judge her condition. Our play is nothing compared to what I will do in the dungeon, but this will give me an idea of her well-being when things intensify.I run my hands down her arms and over her shoulders, massaging gently until her breathing slows and a gentle lull takes over. A short time later, her stomach growls and my hand travels down to cup that subtle curve. "At some point, we need to shower and dress for dinner.""Yes, Zack." I lightly tickle her ribs and she giggles. "Nathanial is crazy for leaving you with me," I say in a sobering voice.She doesn't reply for a moment, and when the words finally form, she looks away. "He loves me."She's not being shy about it, but I don't quite understand her attitude. "Yes, I believe he does," I say because he told me he does. Her stomach growls again and I place a slight stinging slap to her ass. "Shower, food, an
Angel's eyes lower and her free hand makes a small fist on the table. During my years as a police officer, I learned the best way to get an answer is silence after the question. I wait, making each second seem like a minute.She replies abruptly without looking at me. "I was married to an older man when I was young and-"I break the golden rule of interview and interrogation and interrupt. "How young?"Her delicate gulp before answering tells me a lot. "Sixteen.""Go on," I say and pick up my glass again. I suddenly realize I need the fog the alcohol brings as much as Angel does. She was fucking sixteen when she went to some dirty old man. I need to have a grip on the sudden burst of anger that's spreading through me.Angel glances up and I'm suddenly caught in her web of what's made her who she is. "My mother died, and my father sold me at the request of his remaining wives." The hurt drips off her in waves of misery. I remain quiet so she'll continue. "I was the third wife." She
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