Free Angela's Salvation by Michelle Hughes

talent in the world, and he was determined that she outshine them all.  That didn't involve screwing her head up with fake promises that he could give her anything more than a few nights of passion. 
    "Let's get back to work then," He didn't need to explain that she wasn't the type of woman for him, she could see it in his face.  So what if he was the first man in her life she actually wanted to touch her.  He was giving her the chance to fulfill a dream, and that was so much more than she deserved.
    Forcing his mind to get back into training mode, they worked on dance numbers for the rest of their session.  She had all the dance numbers down, and just needed to practice daily to improve her skills.  When he dropped her off at the hotel he felt like a piece of him was missing, and knew that putting some distance between them was the only way he could keep her safe from his own fucked up needs.
    She had no idea who the real person was he hid from the rest of the world, or the things he needed to do with others to be able to make it through his fucked up life.  She was too good for him, and he'd never allow his deviant nature to hurt her.
    He'd discovered after his abuse that he could only find pleasure when he was in complete control of his lover.  It had started innocently enough, tying a woman's hands to a bedpost while he fulfilled his need s, but escalated quickly in the need to do other things to show his power.  He'd discovered early on that older, more experienced woman were willing to allow him to play his little sex games  and most had begged to discover just how far he would take them  The ones that were offended were never invited into his bed again, and those that enjoyed his depraved acts still weren't kept as lovers for very long. With one exception, he allowed, the only female that could handle how screwed up he was, had been his friend for years.
    He had sexual needs like any other man, so he found a way to fulfill those desires in a way that didn't involve a long lasting commitment.  It was for that reason that many considered him the cold-hearted bastard he was.  He never dated innocent women though, and the idea of some happily ever after didn't enter into his ideals for life.  He was upfront about his wants when a woman interested him, and either she was on board with the idea or he sent her packing.
    Angela would never fall under the category of a woman he could find pleasure with, because he knew to have her, she needed a person who could truly love her.  Love was a foreign emotion to him, and she deserved a tender lover without all the fuck ups he had, he decided.  His body craved her, but his mind would never allow her to be hurt by his deviant needs. 
    Picking up his cell phone, he knew what he needed to alleviate his tension.  She wouldn't ask questions, and would give him exactly what his depraved mind craved.  Tracy was a gorgeous woman, and one of the few that he knew he could call when his needs got out of hand.  She used him as easily as he used her, so they had an understanding.  Knowing she was married didn't matter to either of them.  Her marriage was one of power and greed, and the senator didn't care who she fucked as long as she was discreet.
    Meeting Tracy's husband five years ago had been one of the strangest nights of his life. The Senator knew that his young wife was a very sexual person, and didn't begrudge her the lovers she wanted as long as his political career wasn't jeopardized.  He'd explained to Nolan that as long as they were discreet, they could even use his home when he was out of town to conduct their liaisons. 
    Tracy was a born submissive and her husband suffered from impedance, but only a knowledgeable few knew that fact.  Some nights he had even watched as his wife was seduced.  In the beginning it had been strange for Nolan to share his deviant acts in front of another, but over the years he discovered his nights with Tracy were almost