Chapter 104: Monroe
He fed Angel from his plate, pretended to read the remainder of his paper, and then stood to leave the room.
"I will organize what I need in the studio. Please take care of Sir's needs, love, and then the two of you stretch and prepare. This will be a long session."
He walked away without looking back. The last thing Monroe could handle was seeing Angel's lips on Zachery's cock. He allowed Zachery needed relief because Monroe wanted Zachery to think about submission with more than his cock. Monroe prided himself on restraint and always had but this might be more than he could handle.
He felt instant calm wash over him as he entered his studio. He stopped and took a few deep breaths, needing this time to prepare himself. A moment later, he walked over and moved the large lights to where he wanted them. He had missed Melody, his photographer, since her retirement and had not found a replacement. Not that he would have anyone in the studio with the three of them today. These pictures were just for him and would never be publicized or sold.
He opened drawers and removed the items he required, checked the camera, and then placed it on a tripod. He adjusted the bar on the winch, lined up his skeins of rope then sat cross-legged on the floor to meditate.
Placing his hands on his thighs, he imagined a single piece of rope, and slowly unraveled the threads with his mind. The whispers of the rope took over his consciousness and his breathing slowed as his world narrowed to the imaginary texture floating in front of him.
He heard Zachery and Angel enter the room, but it was on another level. Their preparations were as soothing as his own. They didn't speak, and soon his cognizance included their synchronized breaths; he effortlessly matched his to theirs.
He began creating his intended design in his imagination, troubleshooting the difficulties before they arose. When he opened his eyes and looked up, Zachery stood over Angel stretching her leg above her head while she lay flat on her back. Both of them were naked with a slight sheen of sweat already misting their skin from their prep time.
"Shall we begin?"
"Yes, Master."
"Yes, Nathanial."
Zachery, damn him, was making this as difficult as possible, and knew the use of his given name would start the tide rolling. Monroe needed this to progress slowly and refused to have Zachery top his design.
Mastering Zachery would be a finely choreographed dance.
He walked over, pulled a tie from his pocket, and slowly braided Angel's hair.
"Back to back on your knees. Lean into each other and I will adjust the bar. Raise your hands."
Zachery's arms were longer than Angel's, so Monroe placed them to the outside of hers. He slowly wound the rope around Zachery's left wrist, making a coiled band, and then did the same to Angel's until both sets of hands were secured to each other. He didn't fasten them to the bar, because their shoulders would stiffen and he wanted them to have the bar to pull against if it became necessary.
He kissed Angel lightly on the lips and then bent to her nipple, taking it into his mouth. Her breathing accelerated, which was what he wanted. Trailing his hand across her flesh, he walked around to Zachery.
Leaning in, he initiated his first kiss.
When Zachery tried to deepen it, Monroe pulled away, picked up another skein of rope, and set to work. Within minutes, he was lost in the call of the rope. This design wasn't meant to be complex, which was totally unlike most of his work-it was meant to keep them where he wanted them.
Stopping to take pictures at different stages, he tipped Angel's face to the angle he wanted and did the same to Zachery's. A touch, then a caress; he kept them both on a steep sexual edge.
So many times he had wanted to freely run his hands over Zachery's body, feel the sculpted muscle, dip in and out of each valley, and kiss each pulse beat where he found them. He was finally able to give into his desire and Zachery made no protests. He didn't leave Angel out... he could never get tired of her silky skin and soft, womanly curves in just the right places. But having Zachery at his fingertips was new to him. Monroe thrilled at the sounds Zachery made and the smell of his sweat, more pungent than Angel's, but just as enticing.
The rope accented Zachery's muscles and bound Angel's soft flesh. The design did everything Monroe dreamed it could. Several times, he sat back and just gazed at the two of them. He whispered soft words of praise, "You are beautiful, love. Zachery, you leave me breathless."
He was not sure if Angel heard him in her drug-like state, but Zachery followed him with his eyes; he was alert enough to give off steam. Monroe removed his shirt and settled in front of Zachery with his own knees slightly spread. He traced a line of sweat from the center of Zachery's chest down past his waist and ending at the top of his cock.
So convenient really.
Monroe wanted a taste, but this design would not make it easy for him to go down on Zachery. And maybe that was why he chose it. The first time, he did not want Zachery at his mercy through the constrictors of rope... he wanted Zachery to thrust inside his mouth with need.
Monroe's cock jumped beneath his tightening pants. He took Zachery's cock in his hand and squeezed with slow, steady pressure until Zachery sucked in a gulp of air. Then he wrapped his other hand beneath his balls and, ever so slowly, tightened his hand. Leaning forward, his lips met Zachery's and he explored the taste that was so uniquely his.
He felt the balls tighten beneath his fingers and let his hand fall while pulling slightly away from Zachery's mouth.
"Damn you."
Monroe placed both his hands to either side of Zachery's face and went back in for a deeper kiss. This time he used his tongue and teeth. Zachery's frustration showed clearly when he nipped Monroe's lip and then smiled when Monroe jerked away.
"You will pay for that." There was nothing but heated promise in Monroe's words.
"I damn well better."
Monroe jerked Zachery's head back by his hair, much rougher than he would have handled Angel. He placed nipping kisses along his scratchy jaw and then bit his earlobe with a sharp pinch of teeth.
Zachery hissed and his body shuddered.
"Hmm, you like to use your teeth, but also like the feel of them on your flesh. I never suspected."
"Fuck you," Zachery whispered in frustration.
"I hope so."
That shut Zachery up. And, it was time to play a bit with Angel, who was so deep into subspace that her dreamy eyes barely registered when he began placing clothespins across the skin of her breasts.
With several still held in his hand, he walked around to Zachery.
"Will you submit?"
"Don't ask. Just fucking do it."
Monroe laughed, which is something he never did in the throes of his art. The only skin on Zachery's body loose enough to hold the pins was the most uncomfortable place on a man. Monroe didn't hesitate and placed four clothespins on the outer sack of his balls.
He took the camera off the tripod and snapped photographs from every angle, concentrating more on the look Zachery gave him... pain, acceptance, and at last... submission.
He put the camera down and walked around to Angel, removing the pins one at a time, loving the quiet sounds she made with the release of each one. Zachery remained stoic, but let out the air he held when the last one was unclipped.
Monroe began unbinding Zachery, massaging and caressing as the bindings slipped away. He smiled slightly when the last of the rope dropped and Zachery looked at him in question.
"Take Angel to the playroom and wait for me."
Zachery did not hesitate. He unwrapped the ropes, paying special attention to Angel's shoulder muscles so she would not cramp. He carried her from the room. Monroe began the slow, methodical chore of putting his studio to rights.
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