Angel and the Assassin 3: Sins of the Father

resting on Angel’s hip, uncaring what Conran thought.
    Though when he glanced at the man, he saw a gentle look of longing on his face.
    “What does that say on his buttocks?” Conran asked.
    “Slave.” Kael smiled. “It’s from an impression paddle.”
    “I’ve seen those on the Internet,” Conran whispered, his breath short.
    For a long moment, Kael watched him, seeing the color rise to Conran’s cheeks.
    There was a definite bulge at the crotch of his smart trousers. “What would your wife
    say if she saw ‘slave’ on your arse with a nice dark bruise?”
    The man’s reluctance to answer had to be because of Angel’s presence. Kael kissed
    his boy’s cheek. “Go and get into bed now, sweetheart. Daddy will come soon.”
    Angel obeyed at once, kissing Conran again before he left.
    “What would she say, Stephen?”
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    “Believe it or not, Portia is very understanding, which is why I told you that she
    and I are perfectly suited. How could she not have seen me bruised before now? We
    sleep together every night. She understands I have certain needs she cannot fulfill.”
    Kael chuckled. “Did you tell her you come to me for a thrashing?”
    “Of course not! She doesn’t ask, and I don’t talk about it. I told her at the
    beginning of our marriage that I like…well, you know. After that it’s never been
    discussed. She’s not as bad as you think she is. She’s a good mother.”
    Kael rose. “Come on. I’m going to make you happy.”
    Following him into the dungeon, Conran waited for instruction. Kael took the
    impression paddle from the box. “Come here and look at this.”
    Breathing hard, Conran fingered the beautiful paddle. “It’s lovely.”
    “One strike, very hard, will produce the word on your arse. One hellishly painful
    strike. Do you want it?”
    Conran’s hands were shaking and the bulge in his trousers had swelled as he bit
    on his lower lip. “Yes please, Sir.”
    Neither undressing nor bothering to lock the door, Kael rubbed his chin as if
    pondering his next move. It was part of the show. He knew exactly what he planned to
    do. “Take off your jacket and drop your trousers, boy.”
    Conran removed his jacket quickly but was hardly able to manage his zipper
    because his hands were shaking so hard, and he struggled to get his trousers open.
    Finally he pushed them down to his knees and stood waiting, looking anxiously at Kael.
    “Toddle over to the horse,” Kael ordered. Conran obeyed, walking awkwardly
    with his trousers restricting his knees and his dark red cock jutting out. Coming up
    behind him, Kael pushed Conran forward by the shoulders so that he was bent at the
    waist. Then he positioned the man’s feet slightly apart, and his arms stretched out along
    the horse. “Perfect! Good boy, Stephen.”
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    The man’s short, heavy breaths filled the silent dungeon. As he had done with
    Angel, Kael said, “On a count of three, I’ll do it. One, two, three!” The crack of the
    paddle on Conran’s arse was incredibly loud, but the man himself hardly uttered a
    sound, just a deep, long ommm coming up from his belly and out of his open mouth.
    Stepping back, Kael looked at Conran’s cock, which was still hard. Quickly he fetched a
    dildo and slathered it with K-Y. “Don’t move, boy.”
    Without ceremony or finesse, Kael shoved the dildo into Conran’s rectum and
    reamed him mercilessly until the man’s cum shot out onto the floor and his body jerked
    spasmodically. Having done his work, Kael stepped back to look. Limp and panting,
    Conran rested his upper torso on the horse. His arse was scarlet from the paddle and
    would soon bruise beautifully. Giving him a minute to recover, Kael cleaned the dildo
    with care and put away the paddle. Returning to Conran, he handed him a roll of paper
    towels. “Clean up your mess.”
    Obeying at once, Conran wiped his semen off the floor and then pulled his
    trousers up. “Thank you,” he said very quietly.
    “You’re welcome. Now get me that letter.” With his arm around Conran’s
    shoulders, he walked with him to the door.
    “Yes, I’ll get it, and please think about what I said about the Dorneywood job and
    Angel.”
    “I will.”
    A moment stretched between them until Kael reached across Conran to open the
    door, but as he did so, Conran wrapped his arms around Kael’s chest and held on to
    him, hugging tightly. Impatient, but at