Read Online Caught By Two Doms (Club El Diablo (Angel's Doms Book 2)) by Holly S. Roberts - Free Book Online

he picked up a coil of rope and walked to the farthest corner of the room by a bondage bed. Angel’s furious gaze followed as he sat down on the floor, closed his eyes, and slowed his breathing. Sliding his fingers over the soft filament, he let the rope seep into his consciousness while attempting to clear his mind.
    Letting go of his anger was the hardest part.
    You fucking left us and I’m not good for the people you loved. They need you.
    Finally, he gained a semblance of control and blindly worked knots into the rope before slowly unwinding them. Some were intricate, some simple, but each required his absolute focus.
    Fifteen minutes later, he rose, replaced the rope, and walked to where Angel waited. Picking up a long scarf, he covered her eyes. She no longer resisted. By soothing himself, he’d calmed her. He unclipped her wrists and ankles, then guided her to a bar hung from the ceiling and secured her wrists over her head. Using a spreader bar, her ankles were next. He didn’t offer platitudes as comfort. He’d been giving her those over the past weeks and no words could possibly take away the hole Monroe left in their hearts.
    They both needed this release and he’d been an idiot for not forcing the issue. In the beginning, it had taken him months to understand Angel’s internal need for total submission. After losing Monroe, he didn’t expect her to even want to play. He’d forgotten a key principle with Angel… she carried a load of guilt on her shoulders, and impact play and Shibari gave her peace.
    The flogger he chose was medium weight, not as soft as several others he possessed, but neither of them needed soft. He kissed her lips and then ran the fall slowly across her delicate skin. He hadn’t pressed his teeth into her flesh since the news of Monroe. She had no bruising from rope, whip, or paddle. He planned to change that.
    The leather flowed over each subtle inch of her flesh. He watched as she inhaled deeply and then released more than pent up air. He swung the flogger against her shoulders, ass, thighs, and legs with sure, skillful strokes. He circled around and worked her breasts, belly, front of her thighs, and more sensitive inner thighs.
    Her breaths quickened, though he knew she wasn’t feeling pain at this point. But for the first time, a small part of her fought submission and Zach had to work for it. Eventually, her head dropped forward, though her legs continued their support. She leaned heavily on her wrist bindings, but Zach had no intention of leaving her there long.
    As he intensified the strikes, sweat broke out on his chest and arms, so he removed his shirt. He continued with the same steady pace, watching her face. Even with her eyes covered, her complete lack of facial expression told him all he needed to know.
    He added more force to the blows, watching in satisfaction as she flinched and finally tried to shift away. He continued, knowing from the many times they’d played with impact toys that she would never safeword. This didn’t worry him, because he knew her pain tolerance implicitly.
    The first sobs were soft, but as he increased the force of his strikes the sobs grew. Her legs eventually gave way. He stopped and held her up while he released the snap hooks from her cuffs. He carried her, still attached to the spreader bar, to the spanking bench, and lay her face down. She continued to hold a part of herself back.
    Now, with the bench beneath her, he changed to a heavier flogger and his strikes began in earnest. Angry red marks marred her flesh until finally she screamed and her quiet sobs became a torrent of grief. He didn’t stop until his arm was too weak to continue.
    With shaking limbs, he lay the flogger aside, and then released her restraints, taking the wrist and ankle cuffs completely off. Her crying continued as he carried her to their chair, straddled her over his thighs, and brought her chest to his. He removed the blindfold and used it to wipe her