Angel and the Assassin 3: Sins of the Father

started, Kael
    raised the paddle and landed it hard across Angel’s buttocks. Though he held back, the
    blow was sufficiently forceful to cause Angel to lose his footing and take a step forward
    while a small cry escaped his throat. The boy quickly corrected himself, and Kael
    continued.
    “Speak to me.”
    “Green, Sir. More please.”
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    Still holding back somewhat, Kael let fly with the paddle, releasing one hard
    stroke after the next, fast and perfectly timed. Angel moaned long and slowly each time
    he released a breath, a technique Kael had taught him to prevent him from crying out
    under the pain of the whip or paddle. “Good boy, Angel. You’re doing wonderfully.”
    With his usual attention to detail, Kael scanned his boy for signs of fatigue and
    stress. Every part of Angel’s body was tensed. The muscles of his long, lean thighs
    stood out, clearly visible. His buttocks were tightly clenched and bright scarlet from the
    blows. Even the tendons in the beautiful, slender neck stood out.
    Kael did not pause in his ministrations when he asked, “What are you feeling,
    Angel?” The silence told Kael he was spacing. “Boy, I know it’s fun to take a trip, but I
    want you present.”
    Angel moaned between clamped lips.
    Without pause Kael altered the rhythm of his flogging, disrupting the timing and
    interspersing a light spank with a heavy one. With a predictable rhythm gone, Angel
    had no choice but to come back and focus. “Are you with me, boy?”
    “Yes, Sir.” The words spilled out on a labored breath.
    Listening carefully for the noise of rushing water, Kael threw all his strength
    behind the paddle, flogging hard for a full minute. Abruptly the water stopped, forcing
    him to bring the paddling to a fast halt. Panting hard, his heart slowing while his cock
    remained rigid and blood filled, Kael stepped in front of Angel and held the paddle to
    the boy’s lips. Angel kissed it, the tension leaving his face and body as he did so.
    Without permission Angel sank to his knees, laying his cheek on Kael’s feet, encircling
    Kael’s ankles with his arms. His upper body rested on the hardwood floor, his buttocks
    in the air. After a long moment during which Kael felt the intensity of Angel’s gratitude,
    the boy kissed Kael’s feet repeatedly.
    The deep, powerful love Kael felt for his sweet boy flooded his being. He reached
    down, taking Angel’s upper arms, and pulled him to his feet. Angel fell against his
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    chest, wrapping his arms around him. He ran his big hands over Angel’s inflamed arse,
    rubbing vigorously, making his boy moan again.
    “Sir, I love it when you rub my ass like that after a flogging. It’s weird because it
    hurts more and yet it gives me relief as well.”
    “You’re a strong, brave boy. Now get on the bed, on your hands and knees. Feet
    hanging off the edge.” His eyes hazy with pleasure, Angel smiled up at Kael before
    obeying.
    From the pocket of the carryall bag in the wardrobe, Kael pulled a single glove of
    very thin latex. “Do you go anywhere without those gloves, Sir?” Angel asked,
    watching over his shoulder, humor in his tone.
    “I do not,” Kael said. “I never know when I might have to kill someone. Now drop
    your shoulders to the bed, arse high in the air—and be silent.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Angel obeyed.
    With his left hand sheathed in the fine latex, Kael took the tube of K-Y from the
    dressing table drawer and squeezed a shiny circle of it onto his fingers and then tossed
    the tube on the bed. The boy turned his head to look at him, his eyes dreamy. Kael
    ignored him, not because he did not care—he had never cared about any boy the way
    he cared for and about Angel—but by not looking into Angel’s face or acknowledging
    him until he was ready, Angel would understand that his master had complete control
    and dominance over him.
    The position of Angel’s body caused his beautiful, firm buttocks to part naturally.
    The sweet, pink rosebud anus waited, tight and inviting, for Kael’s attention. For a long
    moment, he looked at his boy’s arse, absorbing the beauty and vulnerability of it. As
    always Angel’s complete trust in giving his power unreservedly as a gift to his dom
    made Kael’s heart blossom with love and protectiveness. But for now he would keep his
    emotions to himself. He would never objectify his boy, though he had done so to other
    subs in the