When our breathing slows, I pull out and go to my knees. This puts my face even with Angel's dripping wet pussy. Fuck-the smell sends an electrical charge straight to my cock, making it come to life again. I could easily take her this very minute. Monroe has other ideas. The winch vibrates slightly as it lowers. When Angel is on her knees, the low steady hum stops and her scent fades.Monroe begins unknotting the ropes holding me and massages my arms after I'm untied. He's done this so many times before but his hands on my bare skin this time are completely different. The warmth of Monroe's touch against my sweat-dampened skin shimmers through my body and makes my dick even harder.My whisper is throaty when I'm able to speak. "Turn around, Angel." She's on her knees and she slowly inches so she's facing me. I rise and repeat the process of unbinding and massaging while Monroe stands behind me watching.Angel looks up at me after she's released from her bindings and her tears begin
My heart beats so hard I might pass out. I rub my sweating palms against my thighs before placing my hands behind my back. I am wearing only the gift I found lying on my bed-a pair of silky white panties. A note was there too, instructing me to wait in the playroom.Each time they make love to me, their hands brush each other more intimately. They share my body, and each caress tells me how much they love me... and each other. Monroe is Master. Zachery is Sir. I love them both, need them both. An electrical current runs lightly over my skin, making the light hair on my arms stand up when they enter the room. Their beauty is impossible to deny. I cannot make out their low murmured words. They acted strangely today and I know something is going on. It is the reason for my rapid heartbeat.Keeping my head down in submission, I wait and absorb the feeling of their touch. My hair is brushed from my bare shoulders. It is longer now and getting to the point where it is harder to manage. I
PART THREEWhen he created art, his mind traveled a transcendental journey. His brain craved the endorphins released when he mastered the rope, using bondage to fulfill his need to fully dominate on all levels. He compared this unique high with a submissive in subspace-a place where the world existed on a different plane. Where his universe became a tight steady coil of energy between him and his model, or, during this past year, his two exclusive models. The double length of rope slipped through Monroe's fingers as he crafted the picture only his mind could see. His thoughts, though attentive to his subjects, synchronized with the intricacies of the bondage and echoed in his mind.Angel was like the rope... she called to the inner reaches of his soul. Each human thread twined together, creating silky-flawless-beauty. He looked at the swells of delicate flesh molded by the bindings. When removed, the strands left behind telltale indentations and bruising-the exquisite impressions of
The smell of the room always caused a pleasant tightening to his balls-leather, lemon oil, and a hint of sex. It hung in the air, creating the perfect dungeon for kinky play. Monroe preferred rope, while Zachery preferred pain mixed with pleasure. Often they combined the three, but today Monroe wanted to be part of Zachery's fulfillment. He watched as the complicated man smoothed his hands over Angel's thighs and ass. Zachery was unequivocally an ass man.Angel rested on the spanking bench, her rounded bottom in the air, with lingering marks from the rope, but without the redness caused by impact play. Zachery would change that. Monroe gave a slight smile, noticing her unsecured wrist and ankle cuffs. He walked over and attached them to tethers made just for this purpose. Angel's breathing accelerated as he ran his fingers through the strands of her unbound hair. It had finally grown to reach her mid-back. A year and a half ago, it had fallen to mid-thigh. The shearing of her hair had
She loved their special time after leaving the dungeon-her men bathed, pampered, and cherished her. They seemed relaxed, their focus entirely on making her feel loved. Angel tried to ignore the small flutter in her stomach telling her all was not right in their world. Master embodied absolute control, but even in the reaches of subspace she saw the kiss. It was more a touch of Master's lips, but it crossed the invisible line Sir marked in the sand.Sir washed her hair, massaging his fingertips into her scalp, while Master's wet hands smoothed across the lines on her flesh created by the rope. Master's touch held a mystical quality.She couldn't help the uncertainty she felt due to the kiss, and her mind drifted to Hooriya, the other her, the woman she once was. Hooriya died to escape an honor killing by her family. But the frighteningly real memories of torture and death remained deep within the reaches of Angel's mind. Master and Sir rescued her from that world. They didn't think he
Mastering the intricacies of rope was much like mastering the nuances of Angel. And tonight, he discovered that no rope on earth compared to the touch of her lips against his skin.His nose rested in her hair, his arms held her close while she slept. For the first time in years, he sank into memories of his past.His parents had little time for the odd child that shied away from a mother's embrace. The best doctors, psychiatrists, and therapists made little headway past the walls that kept the world out of the workings of his mind. Medical professionals bandied diagnoses and tried different therapies, but Nathanial, from his earliest memories, felt he stood on the outside looking in. His nannies and tutors bragged about his brilliance in every subject, but his parents wanted a normal child. Nathanial Jason Monroe would never be normal.When he was ten years old, a stodgy British bodyguard by the name of Stephens put a length of rope in his hand. The braid, perfectly woven from small f
She woke up with Sir's body wrapped around hers. Settling further into his warmth, she tried to believe everything would be okay."He's gone but he'll return to us," he whispered with conviction."I'm not sure what to do." Her hand rested on his arm as his laugh rumbled from his chest and sent shivers clear to her toes. It was his teasing laugh that often meant trouble."We're going for a jog, and then eating breakfast."Angel squeezed the taut muscle beneath her fingers and gave a low groan at the thought of Sir's kind of "jogging." The sound earned a solid slap to her thigh. "Ow." She rubbed the offended skin and turned her head toward him, smiling through wet lashes.He kissed her nose. "When he's not around, you're a brat."Her hand traveled to his groin, seeking an alternative to outdoor exercise by continuing her bratty behavior.He grunted and stopped her playful pursuit. "You're earning punishments and you haven't even gotten out of bed this morning," he teased. "Punis
Zach was awake when Monroe dressed that next morning. Monroe kissed Angel while she continued sleeping and left the room. Neither of them had spoken. Zach got up and quickly put on clothes in his private bedroom. When he was ready to put shoes on, he spotted a letter from Monroe waiting on his dresser and read it while fastening his laces.Zachery,I should have explained more to you, but time moved too quickly. My unfinished business will hopefully keep danger from the special world we have built. I had no choice and will let nothing happen to the people I love.Angel will need discipline that you are generally lax in providing. She has been wrapped tightly within a safe little cocoon for a year and I trust that you will do what is best for her.The kiss wasn't a mistake. I want more. I've always wanted more and that will never change. To hold you and Angel, I will always respect your wishes.Please review our emergency safety plans with Angel, Marguerite, and Stephens. I will do my
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