Free Two Doms For Angel by Holly Roberts

his palms over her skin, roaming
her body. It was no longer sexual, it was reverent. Her submission
as the exhibition unfolded had been incredible. She gave herself to
Monroe and also to Zach without restraint. He began rocking her
slowly against the pillows.
    He wasn’t sure how much
time passed but she continued to shake. He looked around the
semi-dark room and saw a small refrigerator tucked in the
cabinets.
    “I’m only leaving you for a
moment; I want to get you some juice in case your blood sugar is
low.”
    She didn’t respond but
curled into a ball as he got up and crossed the room. He grabbed a
bottle of orange juice and walked back over. Sitting beside her
once more, he grasped the hair at the back of her head and placed
the bottle to her lips.
    “Drink.”
    She managed a small sip,
and then another. Zach was patient and didn’t care about the juice
that ran from the corner of her mouth and down her chin.
    “C-c-cold.”
    “Okay, I’ll cover you with
another blanket and then start the water in the shower.”
    “D-d-d-don’t leave m-me
alone.”
    “Only to adjust the water
and then I’ll get in the shower with you. Hold on babe, I’m not
leaving you.”
    The shower was a large
walk-in with a bench seat. He turned on the dual shower heads,
using hot water only, so the room would fill with steam. He took
off his pants, peeked out the door to check on Angel, and then
adjusted the temperature and turned off the light before returning
to his shivering sub.
    “I’m carrying you to the
bathroom. Inside, it will be dark and I’ll remove your blindfold so
you can be more comfortable in the shower.”
    “Cold,” was all that passed
her lips.
    He removed the blankets and
lifted her. Now they were both completely naked, and her bare skin
against his was more erotic than ever. He backed into the shower so
he felt the temperature first. It was slightly cool but a gradual
increase in heat would be better for the still shaking woman. He
sat down on the bench and cuddled her in his lap.
    He reached up and adjusted
the temperature; that he managed to do this without letting her
body slip from his lap actually brought a grin to his face. He
relaxed, and, as her shivering died away, he slid into a peaceful
tranquility, rocking her in his arms once more.
    “Master said you will take
care of me.”
    The words were so soft it
took a minute for them to register.
    “I feel the choice should
be yours.”
    “Please.”
    “I would do anything for
Nathaniel but I’ll gladly watch over you just for the chance to
wash your hair.”
    The giggle was what he
wanted. “I washed it before the scene.”
    “I’m afraid if we don’t put
conditioner in it, the tangles will take hours to
unravel.”
    “Yes, you are probably
right.”
    The accent was slight but
something nudged his subconscious for a split second and then faded
with her next words.
    “Do we have
conditioner?”
    “If you’re okay in here,
I’ll check.”
    “Yes.”
    He placed her on her feet
and made sure she could stand on her own before leaving the shower.
He opened the bathroom door wide and soft light spilled in. He
found the conditioner in a basket of vanity items next to one of
the sinks, along with a comb. He opened the bottle and took a
sniff.
    “Not as pleasing as the
strawberries I smelled in your hair earlier, but it’ll
do.”
    Her back was to him as she
let the spray stream over her face. Her hands reached up and pushed
the hair from her eyes as she turned toward him.
    The floor dropped from
under his feet.
    Hooriya’s blue eyes, the eyes of his
dreams, stared directly into his.

Chapter Seventeen
     
    Zach didn’t breathe. Every sensation of
her memory was clear on his face because a split second after he
realized who stood before him, she turned away with quivering
shoulders and cried quietly. He continued to stand staring at the
long graceful line of her back and ass. It was her: his fantasy.
But in the fantasy, she didn’t cry.
    The