Chapter 86: Zach
He and Monroe had never given Angel the gift of friendship outside their unorthodox family of driver, housekeeper, and the two of them. He'd watched Angel's hand reverently touch Willow's stomach and then heard her laughter over the low thudding music. It made his heart ache for the loneliness she must sometimes feel. He'd brought her here tonight because she needed to get out and so did he. Her abhorrence of the club was unfortunate, but it was one of the few places he felt complete acceptance. He wanted to see if some of her fears would dissipate with familiarity and sceneing while clothed.
He left her on the carousel so he could speak privately with Damian about possibly finding a female sub to befriend Angel. Brandon's wife played right into his hands. Damian clued him in to Willow sitting by Angel. They'd moved a little closer, but remained in the shadows watching.
"My sister is a brat, but she has a heart of gold."
"Angel has her bratty moments, too, so I think this could work."
Now, Brandon and Willow sat with him and Angel. Willow rested her head on her husband's lap while Brandon rubbed her belly. Angel sat on the floor leaning into Zach's legs. His fingers ran through her silky hair while he spoke with Brandon.
"Where's the rope charmer this evening?" Brandon asked.
"He's out of state working," Zach smoothly answered back.
"That's too bad. I'd love to see a demonstration. We were out of town the last time he performed, but it's all anyone spoke about for months."
Willow's head jerked up and she looked at Angel. "You're Monroe's Shibari model?" she said with complete hero worship.
"Yes." Angel's voice dropped in obvious embarrassment.
Zach pulled her closer against his leg.
"I must see you work someday. Shibari gets my juices flowing."
"You're making her uncomfortable, babe." Brandon's voice held a touch of censure.
Angel smiled shyly at Willow.
"I will invite you to our home after the baby's born if Sir and Master don't mind."
"I don't mind," Zach said. "But I brought rope and, if Angel will agree, we can give a small demonstration here tonight." He felt her body stiffen slightly. "I can work with you clothed," he said and instantly felt her relax.
"Oh, a jealous Dom. How romantic. Please, Angel. I would love to watch." Willow actually clapped her hands.
"He isn't jealous... he knows I feel uncomfortable being unclothed in front of others."
Willow gave Zachery an excited smile and then turned to Angel, hardly able to contain her excitement. "Please give us a demonstration."
"I would be honored," Angel said and looked up at Zach.
"The honor is mine, baby." He winked at her. "Let's find an empty station and we'll show off a few basics." He looked at Willow. "Of course, I bow to Monroe, the god of rope, but he trained me and I can tie a knot or two."
Brandon smiled at his wife and then looked back at Zach. "The excitement might start her labor and then she'll think you a god."
Willow kissed her husband's cheek. "I have three weeks to go, but if this works I'll hire them for the next baby."
"Let's get past this one first." He tugged a small chunk of Willow's hair.
There was an available station in the back. Zach sat his bag down and whispered in Angel's ear. "I had no intention of making you play tonight. Are you sure about this?"
"Yes, Sir." She trained her eyes on the floor.
He tipped her head up. "Now give me your answer."
Her soft smile assured him. "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl. I'll create a karada and then get a touch more intricate." His eyes swept her body, assessing the material of her dress. "Do your stretches back there while I prepare." He nodded to the back of the station.
"May I stand with you, Angel?" Willow asked; for the first time she looked tentative.
"Please, but you must sit."
"You're on, girlfriend."
The words made Zach smile. This little firecracker was good for Angel, and hopefully when they returned the following week Angel wouldn't dread the experience as much.
He gave her twenty minutes to prepare. During that time, more people walked over to observe. Monroe's tutelage allowed Zach to work with many models, but no one compared to Angel.
He brought her to the front of the station and began by simply braiding her hair. Immediately, her eyes grew hooded and her gentle smile captivated their audience. He moved around to the front of her and took her hand, placing it against his heart. With his other hand he grasped her braid and slowly pulled her head back so she looked at him. He inhaled and exhaled slow and steady until their breathing was synchronized. Releasing her hair, he kissed her softly on the lips before stepping back.
Zach folded the rope in half and then found the center of the two strands, looping them around the back of her neck and then crossing at the indent of her collarbone. Even working a simple body harness he went into the zone or "call of the rope," as Monroe explained it. He took extra time adjusting the material of Angel's dress, keeping her modesty in mind as he worked. Even clothed, her breasts plumped out between the bindings as the erotic design took shape. He added a little extra excitement for their audience by making an intricate design with her arms behind her back. He couldn't resist the small display of skin on her shoulder and moved in close, gripping the flesh between his teeth, feeling a thrill shoot straight to his cock when she gave a whimper of distress. "Shh." He licked the indentations and then continued working.
When he finished, he turned her slowly so their audience could see all sides of her body. He wanted nothing more than to push her to her knees and unzip his pants, but not now. Finishing the demonstration, he barely noticed the voices drifting away as he slowly released Angel from her bonds.
"That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen," Willow said with quiet reverence as she leaned against her husband.
Zach didn't answer, just folded the rope and secured it in his bag. When the last strand fell and it was stowed away, he picked up Angel and carried her to a darkened alcove.
Siting with Angel in his lap, he gathered her close. "How do you feel?" He couldn't help grinning at the look of bliss on her face.
She responded in a groggy voice, "Sleepy, but wonderful. I've missed the rope."
"I think we both have. We'll add it to our daily routine. I have some designs I've wanted to try without Monroe looking over my shoulder."
Her gentle laugh was his answer. They didn't stay the night in the suite, preferring to drive home and sleep in Monroe's bed.
The first week of Monroe's absence set the tone for the next and Angel's trepidation over returning to the club lessened. Willow, with her bulging stomach, joined them again and had Angel laughing within a few minutes.
Then... their world crashed.
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