Caught By Two Doms (Club El Diablo (Angel's Doms Book 2)) (13 page)

Chapter Twenty-Six

Zachary

Angel didn’t protest when he placed her on the play bed and strapped her to the mattress. He arranged her face up, propped against pillows so she could see. If what was about to happen had a chance of working, she needed to understand what it entailed.

“Don’t be afraid.” He kissed her forehead.

Zach had thought about this moment many times—how it would play out and at what point he could truly submit. He knew Monroe was trying to make this easier, but Monroe actually made it harder when he gave Zach time to think. Both men were violent by nature. They sheltered that side of themselves from Angel, but it was a key element to who they were.

Zach waited for Monroe.

The door made a soft click after Monroe entered. Zach stalked slowly forward. Monroe stopped, but Zach kept walking. When Zach was close enough, he powerfully shoved Monroe’s chest, pushing him back into the wall.

“You want it like that?” Monroe’s voice grew deadly—a tone he was very good at.

“If you want my full submission and everything that goes with it, you’ll need to take it.”

The words barely left his mouth when Monroe’s leg swept forward and clipped the back of Zach’s calf. He turned into the blow and shoved his elbow back, missing his intended target, which was Monroe’s jaw, but he did connect with his shoulder. Monroe never stopped moving… strike, counter strike. One jarred the side of Zach’s head, causing him to make a stupid move. His kick to Monroe’s balls missed and the other man dropped him with what felt like a sledgehammer to his jaw.

Zach saw stars for a moment before realizing he was on his back. Monroe grabbed his hair, and damn… he was getting it cut short before their next round. Zach was pulled up to his knees.

“Untie my pants.”

Zach closed his eyes, but Monroe pulled up and back on his hair.

“Do it, Zachary.”

This was what Zachary fought for. He wanted Monroe to Master him.

He… ever so slowly… unlooped the tie then moved the pants down and over Monroe’s cock. He’d seen Monroe’s erection many times, but he’d never tasted.

“Go slow, Zachary—I want to feel your lips and tongue. No teeth or you’ll lose them.” 

Zach tasted the very tip, keeping his eyes down.

“Look at me.”

Zach looked up.

He didn’t expect what he saw... not power, not control, but love. Monroe loved him.

Sliding Monroe’s cock between his lips was like coming home. He wanted to please him, get him off, and make him groan. He thought of Angel’s lips and what she did with her tongue. He thought of taking his own dick in his hands and the pressure he loved that Angel wouldn’t dream of exuding. He grasped Monroe’s sack and massaged his balls. He squeezed the root of his cock then relaxed his throat muscles and took Monroe deeply.

The power was his.

He’d never completely understood this before. Control was never in the hands of the Master, but entirely in the hands of the submissive. Monroe groaned, rolled his hips, and surged into Zach’s mouth.

Monroe’s control snapped and he forcefully drove his cock deep. When he finally tried to pull out, Zach released his balls, grabbed his ass cheeks, and took Monroe deeper down his throat. Zach fought his gag reflex, trying to take everything Monroe gave.

Warm bitter cum pulsed from Monroe’s cock and slid down Zach’s throat. Monroe made a primal sound of ecstasy. He released Zach’s hair, caressing his injured jaw, and then slipped his cock from Zach’s lips.

“Will it always be a fight with you, Zachary?”

“Always, Nathanial.”

“I was hoping you would say that.”

Zach took Monroe’s offered hand. Monroe wiped a small bit of saliva from the corner of Zach’s lip then licked his finger. Zach’s cock leapt to attention and Monroe laughed.

“You are so easy, Zachary.”

“Is your plan to have me suffer all night?”

“Not likely. We have a wayward slave in need of attention. She’s been surprisingly well behaved.”

Zach realized, for a short time, he’d forgotten about Angel. It amazed him that Monroe hadn’t. But then… Monroe never would but neither would he forget about Zach. 

The two men walked to the far corner of the room where Angel lay propped up on the bed, bound but comfortable.

Monroe leaned in, placing one knee on the bed. “Did you miss me, love?”

She ran her tongue across her lips, leaving behind a wet sheen. “Both of you.”

Zach looked at her, spread out, ready for them both. “I really want your ass tonight, but we’ve worked little on deciding if the spare room will be pink or blue.”

Her pelvis arched off the bed and her eyes begged for anything they were willing to give.

“Your body has the say of blue or pink, Zachary. I think I would prefer a perfect replica of our lady.”

Angel’s hooded eyes opened more fully. “Please don’t tease.” Her velvety voice enticed both men.

Zachary knew Monroe had had a vasectomy many years before because he sadly didn’t want his genes passed on. “A girl it is.” He touched the hard little nub of Angel’s clit. “Are you up for a girl?” he said as he leaned in and kissed her thigh.

“Anything, Sir.”

“This should be fun.” Zach bit down slightly and then forcefully sucked the flesh into his mouth, causing additional pain. She bucked him loose and he smiled before giving her a resounding slap against her thigh.

“Your slave is not behaving, Monroe, so a little help would be appreciated.”

The bed dipped as Monroe straddled Angel’s chest. Zach moved in behind him, placing his hands under Angel’s ass cheeks. The angle wasn’t good. “Hold that position and let me release her legs.” He quickly unclipped the lower restraints and then bent her knees and planted her feet flat against the mattress.

Monroe leaned forward and kissed her while fondling her breasts.

In the past, when they’d made love, Angel was always in the middle separating the two men. Their limbs occasionally touched, and sometimes their junk, but Zach’s body would stiffen and whatever they were doing would change.

Zach realized that he’d taken so much away from the three of them. His cock slid deep into Angel’s pussy and he snaked his hands around Monroe’s hips and grabbed his dick. He replicated his thrusts into Angel with his fingers. Where one of them left off, the other began.

The tightness in Zach’s balls built and the throbbing in his cock increased. With Angel’s cries, he exploded and felt the pulsations of Monroe’s cock a few moments later.

Monroe’s breathing steadied first and he released Angel’s wrist straps. He then lay on the bed and pulled Angel’s back against his chest. Zach stood and grabbed a towel, cleaning the cum from her breasts and neck. He tossed the towel away and crawled in close to both of them. Her head rested midway up the men’s chests and Monroe looked at him.

“I want your mouth.” Monroe said without reservation.

Zach turned into the kiss and was startled to feel Angel’s delicate fingers on his lips. He pulled back slightly and saw Monroe holding her hand in place. Zach nipped and bit her fingers, while Monroe did the same in between kisses.

The perfect day became the perfect night and they ended up sleeping in the playroom, though sleep wasn’t the main agenda.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Monroe

The three of them were exhausted, but as usual he woke up early. This bed was smaller than the one upstairs, but with the three of them wrapped tightly around each other it didn’t matter. He lifted Angel’s arm and tried slipping out from the tangle of Zachary’s legs.

“I don’t think so, Monroe.”

He turned to see Zachary looking at him and he sighed, “I am in need of food, a long shower, and possibly a nap later on. Do you have other plans?”

It would not take much to convince him to stay in bed all day.

“Angel and I have been patient, but now we need an explanation. Did Edward Labough lie to me?”

Monroe looked from Zachary to Angel and noticed her eyes open, too.

“No, he did not lie.” Monroe told them what happened—breaking into Fahid’s home, the Taser, and then swallowing the kill-pill. “It was designed to mimic heart failure. Edward wasn’t aware it was anything other than what it’s called. I needed the two of you safe while I went after Uday. To tell you the truth, when I decided to take the pill I felt they would be sure I was dead and I did not expect to wake up.” He took Angel’s hand and kissed her fingers. “I woke up in a ditch, tossed out with two other bodies. We had another operative inside who couldn’t blow his cover, but he managed to get word out of my death along with a picture of my body. My injuries incapacitated me for weeks. I learned Uday planned to kill my entire family as a message to anyone looking for him. At that point, there was nothing our government could do to keep me away from here.”

Zachary’s loud breathing could be heard for several minutes before he asked, “And the second time?”

“Uday’s wife stabbed me after I killed him. I traveled from Uday’s hideout in Mexico and snuck across the border. I give the foreigners credit. The crossing is harder than it appears.”

His humor was lost on Zachary. “I think bullet and knife holes placed you at a disadvantage.”

Angel spoke up for the first time. “Why did you keep Sir from telling me you were alive?”

Monroe took a deep breath. “I forget how strong you are, love. It was my mistake and it killed me not to see you. Forgive me, please?”

“Forgiven.” The look in her eyes showed her commitment to the word.

It was that simple. They both accepted his failures. Like rope… their flexibility created the perfect intricate design.

Three strands instead of two, but stronger than steel.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Zachary

He knew the exact night they conceived their child. It was another big step, but Zach knew he and Monroe held back on one final challenge for dominance. After three months of hoping Monroe would shatter the last barrier, Zach took matters into his own hands.

Though Zach didn’t make Monroe fight him every time he submitted, Zach did enjoy spicing things up now and then. When these power struggles happened, Zach never made it easy. At the same time, both men held back so neither was incapacitated.

Zach waited in the bedroom for Monroe. He’d secured Angel to the bed, spread-eagled and blindfolded.

Monroe entered the room and Zach instantly rocked Monroe’s world. Not with sex but a punch to the side of his head that should have dropped Monroe to his knees.

Stupid thought.

Monroe moved back slightly to avoid the punch, though he still took a solid clip to the side of the head.

“What the fuck, Zachary?”

They’d never fought for dominance in their bedroom, and the look on Monroe’s face was priceless.

“Exactly. You know I’m an ass man Nathanial and I’ve decided I want yours.” Zach took advantage of Monroe’s shock and landed a solid punch to his midsection.

The air left Monroe’s lungs, but he still managed to strangle out, “Did it occur to you to ask?”

Zach didn’t see Monroe’s foot kick up at the same time Monroe spun. Zach took the blow to his jaw and struggled to stay upright. He knew he only had one chance, so he barreled into Monroe with his arms out and took the other man to the floor.

Monroe excelled at up close and personal fighting and Zach knew it. He still managed to give the former assassin a run for his money. Monroe flipped Zach over and twisted Zach’s arm behind his back to the point of nearly dislocating his shoulder. Zach gritted his teeth, refusing to give in.

Turning Zach on his side, Monroe’s free hand came around and unbuckled Zach’s pants while Monroe drove his pelvis hard into Zach’s backside for leverage. After Zach’s pants were shoved past his ass cheeks, the pressure against Zach’s backside decreased as Monroe released his own stiff cock. The pull on Zach’s arm actually increased slightly as Monroe spoke in his ear between gasps for air.

“I am deciding if you deserve a pleasant ass fucking with proper lubrication or if I should take you with my spit. You know, Zachary, I have no problem punishing you as I would my slave. I will place a ball gag between your lips so neither Angel nor I must listen to your screams.”

Zach let his body go lax. “Yes, Master.”

Monroe released Zach’s arm while pushing him forward. Zach used the end of the bed to remain standing.

“Get the lube and hand it to me.” Monroe’s breathing was now more controlled.

Zach didn’t hesitate. If by some odd chance he’d have won their battle he’d have taken Monroe’s ass with spit. It’s what the man deserved for bringing Zach to this point. He kept his eyes down when he handed the bottle over.

Monroe’s roughened fingers lifted Zach’s chin until he looked into Monroe’s dark eyes.

“Is this what you really want, Zachary?”

“This time, yes.” He held the gaze.

“Someday I may let you win just for the fun of it.”

“Fuck you.”

Zach flew sideways and then picked himself off the floor while wiping a small trail of blood from the side of his mouth.

“You can enjoy this and use my other slave or you can just bend over. One way or another, the outcome is already written.” A smile played on Monroe’s lips.

Zach’s jaw and arm ached, but the thrill that ran directly to his cock couldn’t be denied. He turned and crawled up the bed. Angel’s body was shaking, but she’d managed to keep quiet while her two men worked out their problem.

He ran his hand across the inside of her thighs then moved in close so his knees actually spread and curled under her ass cheeks. Leaning forward, he whispered, “It’s okay, baby, but this could get rough.”

She smiled and he felt her relax beneath him. Then, with no hint of softness, Monroe spread lube over Zach’s ass before immediately pumping two fingers inside. Just as the pain eased and Zach felt a welcoming thrill, Monroe added another finger and stretched the opening further. Zach’s dick remained incredibly hard.

“May I take her, Master?”

“Yes, because you have received the last bit of foreplay I am willing to give you.”

Zach would have laughed, but Monroe’s fingers slid out and his cock took their place. Zach hadn’t managed to line his cock up to Angel’s pussy when Monroe thrust forward. Zach learned exactly how it felt to be fucked in the ass by someone he loved. Monroe didn’t stop his forward drive until his balls rested against Zach’s flesh.

“Take my slave, Zachary.” Monroe’s words sounded harsh.

Zach felt Monroe’s hand glide across his back in a caressing touch as Monroe gained control of his ragged breathing and stopped moving while Zach slid inside Angel. The glide of Monroe’s cock resumed and then picked up momentum. A strangled groan escaped Zach’s lips as he settled into a rhythm inside Angel’s pussy. Zach realized his hair had grown too long again when Monroe used it for additional control. However, the pull on his scalp only made Zach’s dick harder.

When Zach released his seed into Angel’s body, she screamed over Zach’s loud moan of pleasure. The pulse of Monroe’s cock made Zach’s orgasm explode with intensity. The warm flood of semen pooled inside the woman they both loved.

Monroe, who usually displayed little more than tightly controlled breathing during sex, let out a groan of his own. He released Zach’s hair and clenched Zach’s upper biceps as he came.

Zach grinned against Angel’s neck. Submitting completely to Monroe was life altering. He actually knew the outcome before he put his plan in motion. When he truly wanted Monroe’s ass, Zach would ask for it but when Monroe took his, there would be a fight.

And yes, Zach knew the exact minute their child was conceived.

***

Nine months later…

Angel

Katherine Grace Kebb was delivered at home. Not because of an emergency, but because Angel put her foot down. She wanted her men in the room and the three of them unconcerned with what the rest of the world thought about their relationship. Sir had come a long way but she knew it would be hard for him. If Sir was uncomfortable Master would be the same. She’d found her voice more and more over the past year and being pregnant made her men putty in her hands. They eventually acquiesced though grumbled when she gave them a chance.

Excluding her own part, Marguerite and Stephens did the majority of the work. None of them were surprised when Stephens admitted it wasn’t the first baby he’d delivered.

Katherine, or Katy Bug as Sir called her, much to Master’s disgust, was far from the perfect child. Colic caused her problems and she cried incessantly. She was spoiled and drove Angel mad at times. Fortunately, she was the most beautiful baby on earth and could get away with it.

The biggest problem, which she and Sir agreed on, was Master’s insistence on holding her continually. Katherine had him wrapped around her finger and the slightest sound had him lifting her to his shoulder or lap.

Even Marguerite shook her head at Monroe’s need to spoil her.

Angel smiled… for a man who shied away from touch, he changed diapers, fed her bottles of pumped breast milk, and cuddled Katherine non-stop.

Angel closed the nursery door with a smile as she walked away from her sleeping two-month old and went into the bedroom where her two men waited.

“It’s Sir’s turn to get up with her tonight.” She said tiredly.

“Yes, it’s my turn and I expect a good solid punch in the arm to wake me.” He shot an evil look at Master.

“You snooze, you lose.”

Dead silence met the words and then Angel began laughing. Sir joined in and then Master smiled.

“I have practiced that line for a week.”

This brought more laughter, which turned to sighs of pleasure after Angel joined them in bed.

“A blue room next,” Sir whispered in her ear when they finally cuddled in their favorite position before falling asleep.

“Please no. We can’t give Master another one to spoil.”

“I was thinking three or four more.”

Both Sir and Angel groaned. Monroe always had the very precise last word.