Chapter 102: Two weeks later: Monroe
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."
"Is this a request?"
Oh, the brat was on full display. "No." He pushed down on her shoulders until she kneeled before him. "I am finished with requests. Unzip me."
The rasp of his zipper sounded loud in the wide-open area of the property. "You know how I like it."
"Yes, Master." Her hands went behind her back and her hot, wet mouth sucked him deep.
It took all of two minutes to get him off and, though it caused frustration that he had little control, it was better now than tomorrow. He needed every ounce of control he possessed for what he planned the following day.
He helped Angel to her feet and smiled at the look of need in her eyes. It was exactly what he hoped for, and he felt his inner sadist respond because she wouldn't enjoy satisfaction until the following day. She was in for a rough twenty-four hours. And... it was starting now.
Grabbing her hair in a painfully tight hold, he tipped her head back. "Until I say otherwise, we will observe high protocol. Your behavior has need of modification." He let her go, turned, and walked to the house.
She stayed two steps behind, followed him into the house and then into his den where she removed her clothing and gracefully assumed the proper position on her knees. He ignored her as he answered emails and caught up on some paperwork.
"Marguerite sent me to announce lunch. Where's...," Zachery looked at Angel and then back at Monroe. "I take it someone has been less than stellar in her slave duties?"
Monroe looked up. "Her slave duties need enhanced parameters. Someone spoils her."
Zachery's hands lifted in defeat. "Guilty as charged. Are you providing her with food or do you plan to starve her to death?"
Monroe harrumphed. Zachery and Angel both knew he would never hold back food or do anything that might cause her harm. It was pleasant to have Zachery teasing over something that only a few weeks before would have put him on edge. He decided to push the new limits just a tad.
"Slave, you will crawl to the dining room."
He looked at Zachery, whose eyebrows rose slightly.
"Do you mind if I follow behind? I haven't seen her delectable ass in action in two weeks now." Zachery all but licked his lips.
"She's off the dessert menu until tomorrow, so please keep your hands off the anatomy in question." He ignored Angel's low, quick whine.
"And tomorrow's special why?"
"I was hoping you would join my slave and I for a rope session. Actually, you are vital to a new design I've been formulating during my recuperation. Come pet, my stomach growls with the need for sustenance." He stood and walked to the door.
"My knees are growling."
It was said very quietly, but Monroe smiled when Angel let out a short yip after Zachery bent over and swatted the ass he was so fond of.
Their progress to the dining room was slow because of Angel swinging her hips in exaggerated enticement. Angel took her place beside his chair and looked down at her knees. He ran his fingers over her head. "I love you," he said.
"Yes, Master."
He moved his chair back from the table and put his hand out. Her inquisitive look made him fight a smile as she placed her hand in his. In a blink, he had her upended over his lap, her glorious bottom pointed upward.
Monroe looked at Zachery. "You, Sir, have made a monster of my slave and her punishment will far exceed what I usually hand out. But a hand is what she shall have."
Zachery laughed. "That's because I usually play the heavy while you watch. I've been itching to redden her ass, but that sad puppy dog look she's gone around with has held me back. I'll enjoy observing for a change."
Angel started wiggling to get away, but Monroe had her in a hard grasp and not so gently laid his hand to her spectacular derriere. Marguerite walked in somewhere on the tenth or eleventh swat and placed a plate in front of a smiling Zachery. Then she looked at Monroe for some hint about Angel's food.
"You may place it with mine."
"El malvado monstruo ha vuelto!"
Monroe gave a wicked laugh. "Yes, I have, and my sweet Angel here has missed her monster."
Marguerite shuffled out quicker than usual, probably thinking they would have sex on the table. The poor woman had been part of the household forever and had seen it happen a time or two.
Angel had so far done little more than gasp and squirm, but soon she began crying and begging in earnest.
"Please, Master."
Monroe gave Zachery a questioning look.
Not a hint of a smile showed, but his eyes were alight. "She has been terribly bratty lately and it would please me if you would give her ten more."
"I hate you," she sobbed.
"Fifteen," Zachery said with no sympathy.
"So be it, but I believe she will be sleeping with her ass in the air tonight."
"Hmm, if I can't have dessert, that could be dangerous."
Laughter burst from Monroe and he gave extra attention to the remaining fifteen. He then righted Angel and had her go back to her knees. "You may sit up and not rest on your calves if it helps relieve some of the pain."
Her eyes glared, but she managed a very proper, "Yes, Master."
Lunch was the best meal he had eaten since his return.
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