Caught By Two Doms (Club El Diablo (Angel's Doms Book 2)) Read Online Free

possible. He became known for his artistic rope work and allowed several photographs of his designs. He examined the pictures, but they left him cold because they did not convey the correct precision of his work. He built a studio in his childhood home and started controlling all aspects of his gift.
    Through his BDSM club associations, he was introduced to Mistress Melody Charles, a world-renowned photographer. Though more than fifteen years his senior, she became his first long-term lover. A kinky switch, she taught Nathanial a more diverse dominant roll.
    She got along with Stephens and Marguerite, scheduled models, and when their relationship shifted more to friendship, she found male and female submissives that interacted within the confines of Nathanial’s needs.
    Years later, he rescued Zachary and yearned for something he never before desired. Maybe it was seeing Zachary bound in a tangle of messy rope work or the look in Zachary’s eyes as he waited for death. The young soldier made Nathanial crave that elusive bond that was stronger than rope... love.
    Through Zachary, Nathanial found Angel, and for the first time he had a family that accepted him as he was. Now, after one kiss, Nathanial realized he may have changed their dynamic forever, and he feared things would never return to the way they once were. Nathanial pulled Angel closer, trying to shake his troubled thoughts from his mind. He had no idea how to fix it however even if he did, he had to go away.
    Hours later, he felt the bed dip as Zachary joined them. Angel’s body shifted slightly away, but Monroe held on. Zachary’s leg settled between hers, and Monroe finally closed his eyes and let the world drift away.

 
    Chapter Four
     
    Angel
    She woke up with Sir’s body wrapped around hers. Settling further into his warmth, she tried to believe everything would be okay.
    “He’s gone but he’ll return to us,” he whispered with conviction.
    “I’m not sure what to do.” Her hand rested on his arm as his laugh rumbled from his chest and sent shivers clear to her toes. It was his teasing laugh that often meant trouble.
    “We’re going for a jog, and then eating breakfast.”
    Angel squeezed the taut muscle beneath her fingers and gave a low groan at the thought of Sir’s kind of “jogging.” The sound earned a solid slap to her thigh. “Ow.” She rubbed the offended skin and turned her head toward him, smiling through wet lashes.
    He kissed her nose. “When he’s not around, you’re a brat.”
    Her hand traveled to his groin, seeking an alternative to outdoor exercise by continuing her bratty behavior.
    He grunted and stopped her playful pursuit. “You’re earning punishments and you haven’t even gotten out of bed this morning,” he teased.
    “Punish me,” she whispered, “please, Sir.”
    He moved so fast she had little time to do more than yelp. He had her across his lap and the first strike of his palm landed against the globe of her ass, though it only made her laugh.
    “You will be running in those tight little jean shorts I love so much. No underwear and you will feel this,” he swatted her again, “with every stride.”
    He increased the force, and playful swats turned to stinging strikes against her recently bruised skin. She wiggled and squirmed, but one of his legs pressed her down further against his stiff cock. Her sad tears turned to painful ones. At last, the rough calluses of his palm smoothed over the redness, sending undeniable need directly to her pussy. Giving her right cheek a solid pinch, he stood, letting her slide to the floor in a puddle of desire.
    “You have five minutes to meet me downstairs in running shoes, ‘my’ shorts, bra, and any t-shirt you want. Don’t be late.” He walked from the room and she couldn’t help admiring his tight, naked ass.
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    With every pounding step, she more fully accepted the fact that Master was gone for an extended period of time. He’d left before, but not