Angel and the Assassin 3: Sins of the Father

capable of taking
    pleasure in his work simply for the artistry of the perfect kill. “If you’re worried about
    that, Daddy, don’t be.”
    Worried about it? He didn’t give a shit, and that was what had started to concern
    him.
    “I’ve killed bad guys,” Angel continued. “Sometimes I sit in class and look at the
    other boys, and I think they have no idea of all the things I’ve seen and done just since I
    met you. They don’t know who you are and the important job you do, keeping the
    country safe. I’m so lucky, Daddy, to have a man like you loving me and taking care of
    me. You’re so good.”
    “What if I’m not good?” He had no idea why he said that. He knew he was not
    good in the way Angel thought he was. He was a cold-blooded killer just like Conran
    said. Just like Romodanovsky. He’d kill anyone who got in his way, and so would Kael.
    “Daddy.” Angel smiled up at him, his lashes still shiny dark with tears. “You’re a
    superhero. You’re my superhero.”
    “I am?” He did not expect an answer. “Right, come on.” Kael shifted himself until
    he was sitting in the middle seat of the couch. “Over my knee.”
    Angel flipped over and stretched himself across Kael’s lap, resting comfortably
    with his legs stretched out until his feet draped over the arm of the couch and his cheek
    rested on his arms. Running his hands over Angel’s narrow back and hips, Kael loved
    the feel of his boy’s smooth, pale skin. When he rested his hand on Angel’s firm bottom,
    the boy squeezed his buttocks tight as if expecting a spanking, but Kael didn’t plan to
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    spank him just then. With both his big hands, he began to massage the tension out of
    Angel’s buttocks.
    “Give yourself to Daddy, Angel.” Angel sucked in a long breath and blew it out
    slowly through pursed lips, his body seeming to melt as he did so. “That’s my boy.”
    The love he felt for his sweetheart surged within him, warming him and yet
    making him question his own authenticity, as he had done over the last couple of
    weeks. Angel had changed him in so many ways. He had begun to question himself as
    to why he killed so easily and without remorse. All his adult life, Kael had never
    wondered why he could stick a scalpel into a target’s jugular, watch as they
    exsanguinated, and then walk into a fine restaurant and enjoy a meal. Since Angel he
    had questioned his own humanity many times.
    Angel’s crotch rested across Kael’s left thigh, and he pulled a latex glove onto his
    left hand, deliberately snapping it to make a loud crack . Angel’s cock stiffened further,
    pushing into Kael’s leg.
    With the tube of K-Y in his hand, Kael squeezed a small dollop onto his left
    forefinger and spread Angel’s buttocks with his right hand. For a moment, he looked at
    the gleaming, silvery lubricant and then pressed the tip of his finger against Angel’s
    anus.
    A long, slow moan escaped the boy. “It’s coooold, Daddy.”
    “It will soon warm up.”
    With his fingertip pressed firmly against Angel’s anus, Kael began a circular
    massage, making Angel pant at once. “How does it feel, sweetheart?”
    In a breathy voice, Angel said, “Like my butthole is on fire. Oh God, Daddy, it’s so
    good. Not like the ginger. That was hell. This is heaven.”
    “Do not come without permission. Do you hear me, boy?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
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    Continuing to massage until the muscle felt soft and pliable, Kael said, “You know
    how to control yourself now.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Angel could barely speak, each word sounding more like a long breath.
    Without warning Kael thrust two fingers deep inside Angel’s rectum, watching
    with pleasure as the boy’s slender back arched and his legs stretched out taut. The boy
    cried out, a long, thin sound. Angel’s arousal caused a corresponding response in Kael,
    and his cock thickened and stretched against his jeans. “That’s my good boy.”
    With two fingers, Kael massaged Angel’s rectum in a circle motion, turning his
    wrist as far as he could and then rotating it back. With every panted breath, Angel cried
    out an inarticulate expression of his pleasure.
    “Speak to me,” Kael said.
    “I love you, Sir!” Angel was near to sobbing.
    “I love you too, boy.” With those words, Kael began to thrust. With a steady
    motion, he rammed his two fingers hard, in and out, in and out until Angel rose up on
    his