Chapter 77
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 falling. The hurt of my leaving is in her eyes and there's nothing I can do to change that pain. I felt it too and it's why I've returned. I'm tired of denying us.
"I'm so sorry," I say, knowing words will never be enough.
She only cries harder, and I look to Monroe for some of his great wisdom. The expression on Monroe's face devours me. My eyes travel down Monroe's amazing body, taking in each shadowed curve of muscle, a taut strength that looks as lethal as it is. I lower my gaze even more and stop at his erection. There's nothing small about Monroe, including his cock.
I jerk my eyes back to Monroe's. Hope, yearning, and fear show in the look he gives me. This man who saved my life, hell, saved Angel's too, is always controlled, always certain, and always in command. That's not what I see right now. I see the love in his eyes and maybe it's been there forever and I refused to accept it.
I look down at Angel and smooth back her hair, missing the length but loving the feel and smell I've dreamed about. "My sweet sub," I whisper in her ear. "Your master needs you, and your job is not complete."
Tissue appears over my shoulder and I use it to wipe her face. "Blow," I say when I have the tissue over her nose. She does as she's told, still a little spacy. I remove my condom and wrap it in another tissue.
I move to the side. "Take care of your master, Angel." She reaches up, grasps the waist of Monroe's pants, and pulls them down his legs. I reverse our previous position and step behind Angel. Kneeling, I grasp her hands and pull them behind her back. "Mouth on your master, hands on me," I command.
My head rests between her shoulder blades. I'm still unbelievably hard as Angel's fingers wiggle against my cock. Monroe positions himself and slides deep into Angel's greedy mouth. I momentarily close my eyes and listen to the sounds of her wet mouth taking Monroe's cock. When I open my eyes, Monroe's hands are on either side of her head, controlling her movements. His cock slides in and out ever so slowly and his gaze locks on mine.
"Bite her, Zach," he groans.
Seeing this man in a new light, I bite her flesh next to the first bite. Monroe's cock muffles her cry as he thrusts hard into her throat. She wiggles her hands from mine until she grasps my cock. It takes only the smallest pressure and I'm exploding against her back. Monroe's release follows.
Slowly I become aware of sunlight pouring into the room. The three of us lie entwined on the floor. Monroe's and Angel's eyes are closed and I'm able to examine the beauty of our connected bodies. Our tangled limbs remind me of Shibari.
Each knot has a purpose.
Each strand has its place.
Each loop a caress.
Rope gives acceptance to all who practice the honesty of Shibari. It binds souls and weaves dreams. I'm finally free from the turmoil that's held me back for so long. I'm free to love and give my heart to the two people who love me. My bindings fall free and cast me into an unorthodox family. The family I choose with open eyes and heart.
I'm finally home.
***
Monroe: Before
I saw the Marine go down but I was in no position to do anything. I need to wait and I hope the soldier stays alive until I get to him.
Hours later, I finally get a break and make my way into the compound. Entering the room where they took their prisoner, my eyes travel the space looking for signs of life. The Marine sits tied to a chair. Two hundred pounds of bravery and pissed-off soldier spits fire at his attackers with little effect. They laugh at his angry tirade. The Marine shows no fear, only rage. The ropes are wrong, though. They are not tied correctly. They need to show this man in all his glory-the strength of his body, the swell of muscle, and the inner resolve of the man inside the glorious form. A Marine and yet still a boy.
Someday.
Angel
Before
The gunfire is really only dull thuds from above us. It's too much to hope we're being rescued. I have no hope left. It died with the cold hand of my friend. My grip tightens and I imagine the hand within my grasp is still alive. My friend is still breathing.
Quiet after more gunshots than I can count. The worst part of waiting. Maybe we will all die. I accept this-it is the only possible outcome. Or maybe it is the one I'm praying for.
I close my eyes against the light. This is better; I don't want to see death.
"Fucking clear! Get down here, LT."
Rattling sounds. More men.
I open my eyes.
His face gives me hope-strong, gentle, beautiful.
I listen as he speaks. His commands are abrupt and the other men jump to his bidding.
"They do not speak English," I say when he addresses the women.
He moves in close, unaffected by the filth coming from my cage. He is talking to me but I am only registering part of what he says. Hunger, thirst, and pain make everything hard to comprehend. Eventually, his hands pry my fingers from my friend. He will protect me and he'll protect her. I believe him.
One by one the men remove the other women. Strong arms close around me and my shame intensifies. He is clean and warm where my soiled body rests against him. He places me on a stretcher, holds my hand, and walks beside us before they take me away. His eyes shine into mine before I see him for the last time.
He's given me hope and I will never forget him.
He's my angel.
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