Chapter 103: Zachery
Angel asked for permission to read up in their bedroom and Monroe granted her request. She'd been quiet throughout the rest of the day, and kneeled on the floor through dinner without protest. Honestly, it still bothered Zach, but not as it once had. Give and take... it was his new motto. Monroe wasn't close to being as heavy-handed as Zach with impact play and preferred to watch. Zach could say the same for some of the rope play or Monroe's small tortures with clothespins, fire, and even needles. To each their own kink.
He walked into Monroe's den and found him leaning back in his comfortable chair with his eyes closed. Zach made to back out, but Monroe smiled. Zach couldn't remember seeing so many grins on the man's face. A constantly firm demeanor was the norm.
"Sit down, please."
"Would you like me on my knees by your chair?"
Monroe's eyes opened. "Don't temp me."
Zach hesitated then took a deep breath. He'd spent weeks thinking about what he needed most from Monroe and what he could give back. Zach straightened his back, and walked next to Monroe's chair, falling to his knees.
"God, Zachery, you are killing me."
Zach looked at him. "That isn't my goal."
Monroe's hand came out and tentatively touched the side of Zach's head. "This is not a good idea right now."
Zach thought about it. "May I ask why, Nathanial?"
"Damn you." He looked anywhere but at Zach. "I have no control."
Monroe's face was so conflicted, and at the same time beautiful. Zach could stare at him for hours every day and never grow tired of seeing him. While Monroe laid sleeping and healing from his wounds, Zach had memorized each line and small imperfection. They made up the stunning good looks of the most incredible man Zach had ever met.
This time Zach's hesitation wasn't as long. He took Monroe's hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing the backs of his fingers.
"Do not do this, Zachery."
"Don't you think it's time...past time?"
Monroe put his head back and closed his eyes. The look on his face was painful for Zach to see... longing and desire... mixed with fear. Zach came to his feet and bent over the chair, placing his hands on either arm.
"I love you, Nathanial." He used just his lips and managed to keep his hands locked in place. Monroe returned the kiss, his lips so different from Angel's-hard but soft at the same time. A man's lips, and he tasted so damn good.
Zach released the chair and stood. "Tomorrow, no more running. I'm done with it and so are you."
He turned and left the room. He found Angel sleeping, and removed his clothes and crawled in beside her, pulling her close. He could still taste Monroe on his lips and his dick was rock hard against Angel's back. Sleep didn't come until hours later when Monroe slid into bed.
***
He woke up with Angel lying half on top of him and a morning hard-on that rivaled any he'd had as a teenager. Not surprisingly, Monroe was already up and out of the room. How the man existed on little or no sleep was beyond Zach, but it only meant things were getting back to normal.
Zach slid his hand up Angel's thigh and delved between her legs. She pushed against his questing fingers, her pussy riding his hand. He loved the sweet sounds she made as he stroked her inner depths... slow and steady. Her breathing accelerated and she frantically pumped her hips. He pulled her hair so she looked at him.
"Stop, Angel."
Her eyes were still bleary with sleep, her body craving dreamy fulfillment.
"That's enough."
He stilled his hand and waited for his command to register. He knew getting her hot and bothered was his fault but he liked tormenting her since fulfillment was in todays plans.
She buried her face in the pillow and mumbled something that sounded like, "I hate you."
He figured he'd misheard, because her ass was still bruised from the heavy-handed spanking Monroe gave her the day before. "You're taking a shower with me and then we're going downstairs for breakfast. Be good and I'll try and talk Monroe into an early session. My dick is killing me."
This time he knew he heard the laughing, "I hate you," and he swatted her ass for good measure.
They showered and Zach kept his hands to himself. He didn't think he could take much more. Angel gave him a knowing smile... she wasn't fooled. And neither was Zach when her body accidently brushed against his cock one too many times sending delicious waves of need through him.
Monroe was busy reading the morning paper that he still insisted on even in the digital age. Monroe could act so casual, but Zach knew Monroe caught every nuance around him.
"Pleasant shower, love?" he said when Angel kneeled beside his chair.
Zach hid his grin behind a cough when she made a very low grumbling sound.
"Yes, Master."
Monroe didn't lift his head from behind the paper. "Well, it is nice to see Zachery exhibit some control. I was beginning to doubt he had any."
"If you're talking about jacking off in bed last night, I didn't."
Monroe lowered the paper. "That is not what I am speaking of." He placed an orange slice between Angel's lips. She licked the juice off his fingers after taking the bite between her teeth. "I believe today will be a long session and Sir will need relief before we begin... due to his not "jacking off" as he calls it, you will pleasure him before we get started."
"Now, Master?"
"No. Let me feed you first. Zachery can wait a little longer."
Zach could, but he had a feeling Angel blowing him would have little impact on the control he needed to get through whatever Monroe had in mind.
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