Angel and the Assassin 3: Sins of the Father

beside him, Angel said, “Poor Daddy. Should I get you some
    paracetamol?”
    “No, I want you to kiss it better.”
    Getting up on his hands and knees, Angel nuzzled and kissed the back of Daddy’s
    neck. “Daddy, you big baby.” He giggled.
    “My bum hurts. Kiss it better.” He used a whiny voice that made Angel laugh out
    loud.
    Shoving Daddy’s legs wide apart, Angel settled himself between them. Tenderly
    at first, he kissed the smooth, muscular buttocks all over, rubbing his cheek against the
    hot, inflamed skin. Then starting at the very bottom of the crease, he licked up to the
    top.
    Daddy moaned. “That’s good, boy.”
    Again Angel began at the bottom of the crack, licking up to the top, but deeper
    this time. Again and again he laved the crack, going still deeper until his tongue came
    into contact with Daddy’s anus. It was dry and clean tasting. Pushing his face in deeper,
    he began a circular motion against Daddy’s asshole. Round and round his tongue
    worked, and all the while, Daddy’s moans grew deeper and louder. Briefly Angel
    glanced up when Daddy moved to grab a handful of tissues from the box and stuffed
    them under his cock.
    The power Angel felt and the euphoria that filled his being just knowing the
    delicious pleasure he could give the man he loved overwhelmed him. Pushing his
    tongue between Daddy’s buttocks again, he licked fast and furious in a circle around
    the anus. Daddy rose up on his elbows, his head hanging, moaning loudly. At last he
    squeezed his buttocks tightly together, forcing Angel’s face away as his whole body
    tensed, jerking in spasms of pleasure.
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    Crawling up beside him, Angel lay down, rubbing Daddy’s back and kissing his
    shoulder. Still panting, Daddy rolled onto his side and pulled Angel into his arms. “I
    love you, sweetie. My beautiful boy.”
    “Daddy, what did you stick up my ass?”
    “A peeled gingerroot,” Daddy said. “The juices cause that burning and itching
    sensation. Was it unbearable?”
    “It was, kind of, especially with the pain of the cane and you making me stay
    present. Did I please you, Daddy?” He already knew the answer, but like a child, he
    wanted to hear it again.
    “You always please me in the dungeon. Let’s get under the duvet. We’re starting
    to shiver.”
    Cuddling together in bed was a thing Angel loved as much as he loved the
    dungeon. He drifted into a peaceful sleep sucking quietly on Daddy’s nipple.
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    Chapter Eight
    With immense satisfaction, Kael hit the Send button and watched as the last of
    Angel’s university applications disappeared into cyberspace. “All done.”
    “Happy, Daddy?” Angel whispered in deference to the other boys who were
    studying.
    “Yes, I’m happy.” Kael smiled at his lovely boy. He had totally forgiven Angel’s
    indiscretion with the drugs and the creepy dude. They sat in the school library, where
    Kael had met Angel during the lunch hour to work on his university applications. “We
    only sent in the other two to Durham and Glasgow because it’s expected. You’re going
    to Cambridge. I’m going to see Conran this afternoon to pick up the letter of reference
    he got for you.”
    “Who wrote it, Daddy?”
    “I don’t know yet. Someone in government.”
    Angel spread his hands in a gesture of confusion. “If I’ve never even met the
    dude, how can he recommend me?”
    “Don’t worry about it. It’s the way things work. Has the fat kid been bothering
    you?”
    Angel shook his head. “It’s fine, Daddy. If he does, I’ll take care of it.”
    “That’s my boy.” Kael pushed back his chair and stood up. “I’d better go, and you
    have to get to your afternoon classes.”
    “Are you teaching at SIS?” Angel asked quietly.
    “Yes, just a two-hour seminar.”
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    “On what?” Angel’s beautiful light gray eyes opened wide as he looked up at him.
    Kael knew Angel would far rather be sitting in his classroom at Vauxhall Cross than in
    his history or English class at Redmond.
    “Torture,” he whispered with a grin.
    Angel’s face lit up. “Doing it or withstanding it, Daddy?”
    Ignoring the question, Kael said, “I’ll pick you up at four, and we’ll go straight to
    the gym.”
    Outside in the crisp noon air, Angel walked him to his car in the teachers’ car
    park. Several boys in smart uniforms just like Angel’s called