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keeping his dick from her red sexy lips.
    “ Shit,” he thought to himself. Monroe
would be fucking her later.
    His hands went to her
braid and he pulled it up until he could remove the twine at the
end. With deft fingers he began unwinding the braid, and releasing
the strands of silk. He could smell a gentle hint of strawberries.
His hardening cock was painful.
    At last, the braid was
unraveled. He was able to glide his hands through the length
unencumbered, and let it fall down her body. He then nodded to Raul
and felt his feet touch the mat while his hands remained sliding
through her hair.
    He’d worked this scene many
times with Monroe though they used different variations with the
web; it always had the same ending. Zach couldn’t feel Monroe
nearby and he needed to be sure the next part of the scene was a
go, but Monroe had disappeared.
    Zach needed the conclusion
like he needed air to breathe.
    Silky hair covered her
smooth rosy pussy. He pulled the hair to the side and tucked the
weighty strands into the web so they were not in his way. His
fingers spread her lips seeing the glistening moisture that
beckoned. He used two fingers to enter her cunt and, find her
g-spot, rubbing slowly until he felt her body tense. Her breathing
turned to soft panting. With his other hand he found her clit and
pinched, squeezing tighter as he felt her hips trying to move
forward into his hands. It only took moments before she expelled
her breath and he felt the inner muscles of her pussy throb with
her climax. His mouth moved to her inner thigh, to that soft flesh
he had been dying to taste. His teeth bit into her hard.
    It was her scream he
wanted, and so did their audience. He released the skin, knowing
his mark would bruise and be visible for days to come. Stepping
back, he felt his power as he watched her sob and breathe in short
soft gasps. He could hear the quiet murmurs around them. It felt
more liberating without his mask on but he couldn’t look at the
crowd; he could only stare at the exquisite beauty that his best
friend was leaving with him for an extended period of
time.
    Nathaniel was a fucking
idiot.

Chapter
Sixteen
     
    “She needs to be released
quickly and taken out of here,” Monroe said. “The room reserved for
you has a shower. Warm water will help but keep the light low for
at least an hour.”
    Monroe worked on Zach’s
bindings first and then they worked in tandem unknotting the
intricate work securing Angel. The crowd didn’t begin to wander
away as they generally did, and remained unusually quiet. They
seemed to know what Zach felt deep in his soul: this scene was
special. Angel was extraordinary.
    Her body was mostly limp as
he gathered her into his arms, letting Monroe unravel the remainder
of rope. When the last strand fell to the floor, Zach carried her
to the back of the club, feeling her body shiver. His knee wasn’t
even a thought as he lengthened his stride. Damian was at the
entrance to the private rooms, holding a door open for
him.
    “Use the phone if you need
anything,” Damian said, closing the door quietly behind
him.
    Zach eased her down onto
one of the thick floor pillows, and swiftly pulled a blanket over
her trembling body. He went down beside her and gathered her fully
into his lap.
    Her hair was everywhere,
but her body was shaking so hard he was afraid to do anything but
hold her.
    “I’ve got you, shhhh.” He
pulled the hair from her face, stroking her gently.
    Soft sobs shook her
shoulders. Submissives didn’t always experience “sub drop” after a
scene, but the more intense the play, the more likely they were to
suffer from the sudden “drop” of adrenaline, endorphins and other
hormones that play released into their body. This period of gentle
aftercare was the best way to prevent or at least lessen the drop,
and it was a special time for both submissive and dominant. Zach
had been through it many times.
    But somehow he knew this
was more. He let her cry, running