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
She didn't care for the club. It wasn't just Club El Diablo, it was any BDSM club. It went against her upbringing, which was actually funny. Angel's family would have her blood on their hands if they knew she lived. It would be an honor killing to avenge her rape and torture at the hands of the men who, through no fault of her own, defiled her. The wives of her dead husband orchestrated her sale into human slave trafficking after his passing. Her biological family would feel sadness over her death, but do their duty. Their attitude would change if they knew she willingly gave her body to two men. It wouldn't matter that she loved them both. Her death under those conditions wouldn't be quick.Looking around the club, she knew she shouldn't carry the burdens of a religion she forsook, but seeing the scantily clad or naked men and women made her cringe.Sir granted two favors. She wore a long, gauzy dress minus underclothes and wore Master's collar with leash grasped within Sir's strong
He and Monroe had never given Angel the gift of friendship outside their unorthodox family of driver, housekeeper, and the two of them. He'd watched Angel's hand reverently touch Willow's stomach and then heard her laughter over the low thudding music. It made his heart ache for the loneliness she must sometimes feel. He'd brought her here tonight because she needed to get out and so did he. Her abhorrence of the club was unfortunate, but it was one of the few places he felt complete acceptance. He wanted to see if some of her fears would dissipate with familiarity and sceneing while clothed.He left her on the carousel so he could speak privately with Damian about possibly finding a female sub to befriend Angel. Brandon's wife played right into his hands. Damian clued him in to Willow sitting by Angel. They'd moved a little closer, but remained in the shadows watching."My sister is a brat, but she has a heart of gold.""Angel has her bratty moments, too, so I think this could work
Thoughts of Angel and Zachery encroached at odd times-a smell, the turn of a jaw, even the flow of a burqa. Monroe, the king of control, had trouble compartmentalizing their memories, but knew if he didn't focus on his adversary it created incredible danger for those he loved.One of Monroe's first missions introduced him to Uday Hamid Hussein. Their paths crossed many times through the years. Monroe always knew the man needed to die. Uday, especially harsh on women, singlehandedly killed more innocents with torture, starvation, and beheading than most terrorist groups. A few weeks before, during a compound raid to capture Uday, foreign operatives uncovered documents detailing Monroe's civilian life. The accurate files had pictures and maps of Monroe's home residence. After the raid failed, the U.S. government notified him immediately. Monroe agreed to this assignment to draw the cold-blooded killer out where Monroe could finally end his worthless life.Dressed in a black t-shirt wit