Two Doms For Angel (4 page)

Chapter Eight

The women weren’t what Zach expected.
They were beautiful, cultured, and shy, almost nervous. Both spoke
animatedly when Monroe questioned them about various happenings in
their lives but they kept their eyes down and deferred to Monroe
and Zach both as “sir.”

“
Let’s have a beverage in
the sitting room.” Monroe said as he stood from the
table.

The “sitting” room was actually a
smaller more intimate area to talk, but to Zach’s surprise, both
the women went to the floor on their knees. Their arms folded
behind their backs and their knees spread.

“
Oh sweet ladies,” Monroe
laughed. “You have shocked our guest.”

Two beautiful sets of eyes lifted and
looked to Zach. Sara actually giggled slightly and crawled to where
Zach stood. Her eyes came back up and she raised herself slightly
and placed her hands on his belt.

Zach’s gaze shot to Monroe.

“
Come my pet,” he gestured
to Belinda. “My guest is not comfortable with an
audience.”

“
Sara will show you to your
room when you’re ready.” Monroe took the other woman’s hand and
drew her to her feet. “I’m taking Belinda to my playroom. I’ll see
you in the morning.”

He left the room with Belinda trailing
behind him.

“
Does Sir wish me to undress
him?” Sara asked.

Zach was helpless. He hadn’t fucked a
woman in weeks. His cock grew uncomfortable in the tight confines
of his jeans. He couldn’t speak but put his hand on hers and moved
them to the buckle. She unfastened his belt and pushed his pants
and boxers past his hips before placing her lips on his cock. Her
tongue came out and ran the length with moist, hot purpose. He was
gone and had no will to stop the sweet assault. She took him deep
into her throat and the feeling was amazing. Until now, he thought
any blow job was a good one, but Sara knew exactly what she was
doing and between her tongue, suction, and the convulsing of her
throat muscles he lasted half his normal time. When he tried to
pull out, her nails dug into his ass and he spilled himself into
her mouth. Like the cars earlier, this was heaven.

Eventually, they ended up in his room
and made use of two condoms. The drawer held a variety of sex toys,
which Zach placed on the bed.

“
Your choice?”

She looked perplexed and Zach wasn’t
sure why.

“
I’m good with vanilla
unless Sir would prefer toys,” she said, looking him in the
eye.

That word again.
Vanilla.
It was on his
list of questions for Monroe but tomorrow would be soon enough. She
turned, and her very hot ass presented itself for his
appreciation.

The following morning, Zach woke early
and extricated himself from the slender arms and legs wrapped
around his body. She rolled in the other direction and returned to
oblivion.

He put on his pants and made his way
downstairs shirtless and barefoot. He heard low voices coming from
the dining room and continued in that direction.

Monroe sat at the table with an open
newspaper and a cup of coffee.

“
Good morning, Zach. I hope
you slept well?”

“
Yes, sir.”

“
Sit down and have some
coffee and breakfast with me.”

“
I’ll go put on a shirt
first.”

“
Nonsense, you can sit in
here naked if you choose. Now have a seat.”

Monroe never spoke with anything more
than an even voice but the command in his words was always present.
Without thought, Zach sat.

“
Did Sara meet with your
satisfaction?”

“
Are you sure they’re not
hookers?”

There was the velvety laugh again. Zach
felt it across his skin and deep in his gut. How the hell did this
man captivate him so completely? Zach almost wanted to get up from
the table and run but he stayed seated.

“
You seem to be stuck on the
idea of prostitutes but I assure you money isn’t the only reason
women are ever willing. In my world, it’s called SSC: Safe, Sane
and Consensual. I practice BDSM, which stands for bondage,
dominance, sadism and masochism. You may have heard the whispers
but I assure you there are many in this lifestyle, though most keep
it hidden. My world does not fit in with the sexual norms of
society, but there’s nothing shameful about my desires. My home
should be a place where I am completely myself.”

A short middle-aged woman placed a
steaming cup of coffee in front of Zach. She didn’t bat an eye over
the discussion going on at the table.

“
Marguerite, meet Mr. Kebb.
Zachery, this is my housekeeper. She had yesterday off but is at
your disposal for anything you need, as is Stevens.”

“
Please call me Zach,
Marguerite.”

“
No Senor,
no es apropiado
.
¿Qué desea para el desayuno
”

Her lilting Spanish words came with a
smile but Zach had no idea what she said and he turned to
Monroe.

“
My staff and my models are
submissive and will always address you as senor, sir, master, or
mister. You will save yourself a lot of grief if you accept it. She
is asking what you would like for breakfast and can understand
English perfectly.”

Zach turned back to Marguerite, “Umm,
whatever is available, I’m not picky.”

“
Senor Monroe?”

“
My usual
please.”

Marguerite bustled out of the
room.

“
What makes them submissive,
money?”

“
You are incredibly hung up
on money but I guess in one context you are correct. I can buy
servants and their submission, but that would not be consensual in
my mind. Submission starts in here.” He placed one long finger to
his head.

“
So is that what you’re
looking for in me, another submissive?” He felt clumsy, blurting it
out so bluntly, but he figured they might as well lay their cards
on the table.

“
No, Zach, you are not
submissive. You have no understanding of my world. The first time I
saw you, wounded and tied to a chair, you didn’t display a
submissive bone in your body. You wanted those men dead. They were
going to torture you but you would not have given over your
power.”

“
And yet,” Monroe said
thoughtfully, stroking his chin. “You have a soldier’s
understanding of the need for order and a chain of command. As a
Marine, you value honor and loyalty, all of which are fine
qualities for a submissive. Yet I don’t think that’s what you
are.”

Zach still did not
understand but he needed some answers. “Then what
do
you want me
for?”

“
It’s really quite simple.
Shibari, my art. I have a show coming up and I have an idea. My
photographer will be here tomorrow and I’d like you to meet her. I
will pay you for your time and also teach you about my lifestyle.
Living it will be your choice.”

“
Nude? You want me as a nude
male model?” Zachery struggled not to laugh at the sheer absurdity
of the idea.

“
Yes, nude in some; only
partially nude in others. You have a spectacular physique, Zach,
and I see that as art in itself. But I will promise not to show
your face. We can cover your shoulder scar and any other marks that
might give your identity away. I need a dominant in my bondage.
It’s not the usual tone of my art but my idea is to show the links
of a chain, through Shibari, attaching a submissive to her master.”
He paused momentarily.

“
After I saw you a year ago,
my brain has not been free of the idea. I promise this will not
jeopardize your future career. As a bonus, you will have many
sexual desires fulfilled, even ones you don’t know exist. I just
ask that you wait until after everyone is here and see me work to
make a final decision. If it isn’t for you, you may stay for a few
days or go. I will leave the choice in your hands.”

“
Are you gay?” Zach asked,
then shook his head in answer to his own question. “No, I’m sorry,
you spent the night with Belinda. Are you bi-sexual?”

“
I’ve had sex with men but
it’s been many years.” Monroe looked at him over his coffee cup. He
seemed to be watching Zach to gauge his reaction, but Zach wasn’t
sure exactly what that was.

“
I’m attracted to the human
body,” Monroe continued. “I’ve also had sex with large, short, and
tall women. To me, the body’s exquisite beauty is discovered
through Shibari. I have sex with my bound models on occasion, but
it is always consensual. Then there is the aftercare. There is
nothing sexier than ligature marks, swelling, and bruising when my
bondage is undone. It’s my kink and I make no excuses. What’s your
kink, Zachery?”

Zach didn’t say anything right away. He
knew the answer but he had never told anyone. It was better if it
stayed hidden. “I’m not sure.”

“
I will respect your right
not to answer but I expect better than a lie. My world is about
trust. The women, submissive to me, place absolute trust in all I
give them. I haven’t earned your trust but I think you owe me
enough respect not to lie.”

“
You’re right,” Zach
admitted through gritted teeth. “But I have no plans to tell anyone
about my ‘kink’ as you call it. If you don’t want submission from
me, exactly what is it I can provide?”

“
Your dominance. It’s that
simple. I desire it for my art.”

Chapter Nine

Zach stayed.

Surprisingly, the photographer, Melody,
was a lovely middle-aged woman. She kissed Monroe on the lips and
his hands went to her ass for a squeeze as their lips and tongues
danced.

Pulling away but leaving his hand
possessively on her rear, Monroe looked at Zach.

“
Zachery, this is my friend
and photographer, Melody. Melody, meet Zach. He will be observing
the photo shoot today.”

“
Hello, Zach. Nice to meet
you.” Melody’s hand came out. “Have you modeled before?”

Zach felt his face turn red and Monroe
slapped him on the back.

“
No, he hasn’t.” Monroe
laughed. “But I’m trying to talk him into working exclusively with
me.”

“
Well, you’re yummy,” Melody
said with just a touch of flirtation, “and I would love the chance
to photograph you.”

“
Thank you.” What else could
he say?

Melody went back to help the women
prepare. Belinda, Sara, and Nessia made up the group. The models
followed Melody out but kept their eyes cast down. Melody had no
problem making eye contact but showed complete subservience to
Monroe.

If Zach understood the dynamics
correctly, then Melody was submissive to Monroe, and the models
were submissive to Monroe and Melody. To him, the women showed
differential respect and Sara acted like the night before never
happened. Monroe led them to a large room with wide glass
floor-to-ceiling windows along one wall.

The room was a giant art studio made
expressly for Shibari and its photography. Unusual-looking hooks
protruded from the ceiling and walls; chains, ropes, and metal bars
were attached to some of them. Two distinct systems of beams
crisscrossed the ceiling; one seemed to be for spotlights, the
other for more hooks and rings. A small forest of lights on stands,
umbrellas, and white screens were set up along one side of the room
as if waiting to be chosen for a part.

Something else caught Zach’s
eye: an electric winch very similar to the one he had used at the
local garage to remove the Mustang’s engine. What the hell, he
wondered, did Monroe use
that
for?

A large black leather mat lay
prominently in the center of the room, with comfortable couches
surrounding the area. The women sat, no longer talking, only
waiting.

“
Nessia, have you done your
warm-up?” Monroe asked.

When Nessia nodded, Monroe turned to
Zach.

“
A bondage model is a
special kind of athlete,” he explained. “Stretching before and
after a session is essential.”

“
Come here, please.”
Monroe’s tone was commanding and the woman didn’t
hesitate.

“
Yes, sir.”

She was exotic with long brown, almost
black hair, hanging to her waist. She wore a short silk robe which
swayed as she walked toward Monroe with her eyes down and then went
to her knees in the same position as the women the night
before.

Monroe reached into his pocket pulling
out a hair tie and walked around Nessia gathering the long strands
and then securing them in a loose braid. He pulled her head back
gently using the thick rope of hair and kissed her on the
lips.

“
We will demonstrate for my
young friend a few of the more basic bondage techniques. Today’s
activity will not be sexually-gratifying, but I will allow you and
the other models to attend Melody in my playroom afterward if you
choose.”

“
Yes, sir.”