Chapter 81: Angel
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 her unclean. To them, she was honorable and they daily built her feelings of self-worth. In return, she offered everything.
After their ritualistic time of pampering, they sat down at the large dining room table for dinner. Angel looked at her food, feeling a lump swell in her throat. The sound of Master's chair scraping against the floor gave her a start, but she kept her head down. He gently pulled her up and directed her to the floor by his chair, nodding for her to kneel. Even though she knew it bothered Sir, she gratefully sank into position, feeling such an incredible thrill submitting to Master's dominance. The delicious taste of herbed chicken passed her lips, fed by Master's hand. She automatically chewed then swallowed.
"Good girl."
His voice sent shivers across her skin and she opened her mouth for the next delectable morsel. The rolling in her stomach eased and peace settled around her. Master always knew. He could be doing one hundred other things, but his awareness of her never stopped.
"What's going on, Monroe?"
Her head jerked to Sir, and she guessed that he felt the uncertainties that had clouded their day. The fact he brought it up in front of her didn't bode well. She lowered her eyes back to the floor, feeling her heartbeat accelerate.
Master's hand settled on her head, gently smoothing her hair. "I leave in the morning. There is unfinished business that I must attend."
From the corner of her eye, she saw Sir toss his napkin down. "Fucking spy business you mean?" He stood and walked a few feet from the table.
Master continued the slow, sensuous motion of his hand on her head, offering comfort.
"Is that what that fucking kiss was about?"
"Zachery." Master's sharp voice resounded throughout the room and his comforting touch stilled.
She dropped protocol and gazed between the two men. Sir glanced her way and the stricken look on his face made her heart seize. She knew they occasionally argued, but around her, they rarely raised their voices.
Sir turned and left the room without a word.
Master's fingers tipped her chin in his direction. "I am sorry, Angel. I have no choice in this matter or I would not leave either of you."
He held her chin, but her eyes dropped, fighting tears.
"Come." He stood and lifted her to her feet.
She glanced back at their barely touched food, thinking she needed to remove the dishes to the kitchen.
Master spoke, "Marguerite will take care of it."
"Undress for me, love." He said when they reach his room.
His intense brown eyes shone in the soft light and she could do nothing but comply. She yearned to give him everything he desired. He undressed quickly and sat on the side of the bed waiting. She couldn't help admiring his wiry muscular build, which was very unlike Sir's more heavily defined muscle. She could feel his eyes piercing her flesh as she, ever so slowly, folded her clothing and set it neatly aside just the way he liked.
He pointed to the soft carpet and she walked over and knelt between his thighs.
"Look at me."
Her gaze traveled up past his muscled legs to the juncture of his thighs where his cock was slowly coming to life and then to his defined abs. She loved the slight sprinkling of hair that traveled upward then peppered out to his nipples. The sparse hair didn't hide the scar that ran from chest to shoulder, but, at this moment, she didn't think about the pain he'd suffered. She gazed at his chest... rock hard all the way to the corded muscles of his neck. Her breath hitched at the slow, steady pulse just below the skin. She admired his shaved jaw, and then his softly curved lips that turned the harsh planes of his face into a sensual promise. His control, such a part of him, relaxed with his smile and showed a depth of feeling that shattered her world.
His husky voice sent a thrill directly to her core. "Take my cock."
She smiled and leaned in, her eyes focused on his. She placed one hand beneath the tight warm sack of his balls and smiled naughtily when his cock jumped. With her other hand, she aligned his burgeoning flesh with her lips and ran her tongue over the bulging head.
His eyes closed briefly then flared open. "Hands behind your back."
The throaty order made her smile around his flesh and comply without hesitation. He loved it this way, just her mouth fucking him, her eyes on his, with his hooded gaze taking in every nuance of her obedience.
She treasured everything about his cock-the silky flesh, hard length, and musky, salted taste. She knew the different flavors of her men and would never be able to choose which she preferred. Saliva released from the glands in her mouth as she sucked him deep into her throat, swirling her tongue under the crease beneath the head. He shuddered and she gloried in her ability to give him pleasure. Undeniably his slave, she relished the power of her servitude.
Warm hands encased her head and he increased the tempo of her movements until he cried out and pulled her forward. She couldn't breathe as cum slid down the back of her throat, but she savored every second of his undoing.
Air entered her lungs when he eased away. His eyelids were now closed as he regained control of his breathing. He sank back on the bed while she rested between his thighs waiting for his next command.
Finally, he reached down and pulled her up beside him. His fingertips trailed over the swells of her breasts and he sucked on one nipple and then the other until she writhed. His fingers traveled to the folds of her pussy, glistening with need and swelling at his touch. Then, her breath caught when he stopped his exploration and lifted her hands, bringing them to his chest.
"Touch me."
He'd never asked this of her. She always touched Sir, but Master didn't invite this intimacy. Her palms traveled his hard chest, cherishing his warmth, accepting his gift.
"Touch me with your lips, Angel." His breath ruffled her hair.
Using her mouth, she feasted on every inch of bared flesh while never ceasing to explore with her hands. A low growl left his throat and he rolled so he pressed her body into the mattress. His thumbs moved across the tears she hadn't known she'd shed, and then his hot tongue licked the wet trail before returning to her mouth.
He made love to her. Not a play scene or artistic creation, but pure unequivocal love.
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