Two Doms For Angel by Holly Roberts Page B

okay
throughout. I would like to add a bit of fire play if she enters
subspace early enough. Once she’s there, she’ll be
fine.”
    “Are you
sure about this?” Monroe’s worry over Angel was making Zach
nervous. He wished that there had been time for him to at least
meet this sub first.
    “When you see her in the
zone you’ll understand why I’m doing this scene with her. Trust
me.”
    “Always,”
Zach said.

Chapter
Fourteen
     
    The show began and while
Monroe did his thing, Zach worked on the web in the corner. He
started at the bottom, creating foot holds to travel upward as he
added height. His movements were swift and precise, the product of
years of collaboration with Monroe.
    He finished the intricate
formation before the end of the scene with Cheri, and watched as
her dom administered a flogger and let her spin with the blows. The
scene wound down and Monroe lowered Cheri into her dom’s waiting
arms. He removed her bindings, letting her master carry her away
and out of sight.
    Zach removed his shirt and
shoes. He hadn’t worn socks. He stretched for his warm-up. His bad
knee would be taking some punishment in this scene, but knew he
could place most of his weight on his good leg.
    When he was ready, he
looked to Monroe, who was speaking with one of the observers.
Monroe, as attuned to Zach as Zach was attuned to him, immediately
looked up, cut off his conversation and approached.
    “Is your knee going to be a
problem?”
    “No, I took a few Advil an
hour ago and it’s feeling much better after the pampering
Marguerite gave me today.”
    “This will be
intense.”
    “You think I expected
something different?”
    “No, but I’m expecting you
to speak up if it’s too much, though knowing you I’m being rather
naïve.”
    “I won’t look very dominant
if my leg gives out and I fall on my ass, so I’ll let you know if
I’m having problems.”
    “Good, are you
ready?”
    “Let’s do it.” Zach reached
up and grabbed the bar hanging from the ceiling. His chest would be
wrapped, and knotted, but he would have complete mobility even
after the winch lifted him.
    Monroe began securing
doubled strands around Zach’s body. Zach took slow steady breathes
and let himself relax into the feel of the rope and the sound of
Monroe’s breathing, so close that he could hardly tell it from his
own. Occasionally, Monroe took a quick look into Zach’s eyes to
gage both his physical condition and state of mind. Zach knew it
was a deeply ingrained habit; Monroe never took the condition of
his models lightly.
    When Monroe was done, the
rope at Zach’s back was attached to the spring-loaded hoist. Zach
climbed the web as the winch electrically tightened, but he could
feel the correct give in the tension. When he was high enough, he
turned around, and secured the arch of both feet into a loop of the
web. Then, placing his arms through and out, he was
ready.
    Monroe handed up two coils
of rope which Zach tucked into the waistband of his pants, using
one hand while the other steadied himself in the web.
    The attention of the
audience shifted when Angel came out. She looked small walking
between the two large, muscled slaves. Her hands were secured with
leather wrist cuffs and a chain held them together.
    One of the men had a tight
hold on the end of the chain. Her dark hair was pulled tight to the
top of her head and braided. When she tried to twist from one of
the men, Zach could see the braid touch midway down her ass. She
was completely naked: her breasts, maybe a size C cup or a little
larger; her hips accented by a narrow waist; and, though she
couldn’t be over five-three, her legs were long and slender.
Exquisite.
    A red blindfold covered her
eyes and knotted at the back of her head with the ends woven into
the braid.
    Zach could feel his cock
stir and knew he should have taken Damian up on his offer to play a
little beforehand, but Zach had long ago gotten over the need to
hide his erection. He took a few