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someone else‟s hands. You must never go
    beyond your limits.”
    “Did you do it, Daddy?”
    “Yes, I did it with pleasure. It was very erotic. His trust aroused me.” Kael
    smiled. “There was a boy I saw a few times who liked to be humiliated. Especially in
    public places.”
    “Daddy, you do that to Mr. Conran.”
    Kael laughed. “Conran doesn‟t know what the fuck he wants. He‟s happy with
    whatever I do even if he says he‟s not. But this was different. This boy‟s kink was
    being called demeaning names and being punished for minor infractions, especially
    in public. One time I beat his bare arse in a crowded bar and made him kneel on the
    ground afterward with his red arse in the air. He had a hard-on for a week. He
    worshipped me.”
    “Sir, would you do that to me?” Angel asked.
    “No, I wouldn‟t.”
    “Say I wanted you to, Daddy.”
    “Even then I would not do it, and I‟ll tell you why. I want you to be strong. I
    want to build you up, not tear you down. You‟ve had enough mean names said to
    you by your stepfather. I‟ll never do that, not even for a turn-on. Anyway, it would
    most definitely not turn me on. I get excited seeing you strong.” Tears glazed
    Angel‟s eyes. With his fingertips, Kael wiped them away. “That‟s why I made Jack
    leave before I punished you that day. So you wouldn‟t be embarrassed. He probably
    wonders what you see in me.”
    “No, Sir. He‟s just scared of you. He still thinks you‟re really hot.”

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    “I am hot,” Kael said, and Angel‟s ringing laughter rewarded him. He watched
    his boy‟s lovely body quiver as laughter shook him, and he joined in. “Why is that so
    funny? Are you saying I‟m not hot, boy?”
    Angel‟s laughter quieted, and he spoke with deep sincerity. “You are smokin‟,
    Daddy. I love you.”
    “You‟re smokin‟ too, boy.” Leaning forward, Kael kissed Angel long and gently
    on the mouth. “I‟m going to unfasten you, but don‟t move. I‟ll help you up slowly to
    make sure you keep your balance.” When Angel was free, Kael lifted him to his feet.
    His boy immediately wrapped his arms around Kael‟s waist, resting his head on his
    chest. “Good boy, good boy. How do you feel?”
    “Daddy, I feel great.”
    Running his hand over Angel‟s buttocks, Kael felt the welts rising. “You are
    definitely going to have a hard time sitting down tomorrow.”
    Angel tilted his chin to look up into Kael‟s eyes, a confident and satisfied smile
    on his face. “Daddy, sometimes I feel like I can do anything. You make me feel so
    strong.”
    Pride and a fierce desire to protect his boy swamped Kael‟s emotions. “You can
    do anything, just not all at once, boy. You have to grow and mature slowly.”
    “Daddy, I want to do the work you do.”
    “I don‟t do that anymore. I‟m a teacher now.” Angel‟s beautiful steady eyes
    remained on his, questioning. “I‟m still teaching, just not languages.”
    “What exactly do you teach in your afternoon classes, Daddy?”
    “Survival skills, like we did at the castle. All the same stuff I teach you. But
    you get one-to-one, dedicated instruction. You‟re lucky.” He grabbed Angel‟s chin
    and wagged it gently.
    “I know that, Daddy. I also know what you‟re leaving for in the morning. I
    knew you‟d go back to it.”
    A creeping anger confused Kael for a moment. “Why‟s that?” Angel had
    moments of amazing wisdom, but Kael was still the boss in the relationship.
    “Daddy, it‟s not just what you do. It‟s who you are.”
    “Is it?” His boy‟s gaze remained unwaveringly on his. He leaned down into
    Angel‟s face. “Sometimes you even look like Yoda.” A grin cracked Angel‟s face. “Go
    and get the bloody dinner out. I‟m starved.”
    “You have to let me out first,” Angel said, still grinning.
    Kael unlocked the door and watched his boy‟s elegant walk as he headed naked
    toward the kitchen.

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    Fyn Alexander

    Chapter Six

    Buenos Aires, Argentina

    The Aeropuerto Internacional de Ezeiza Ministro Pistarini was jammed with
    people. Kael‟s height was sometimes a problem in that it made him stand out, but it
    was handy in crowds. Without seeming to look about, he scanned the arrivals
    lounge and knew before he was approached that the small, thin man, looking like
    an ordinary taxi driver, was there for him.
    “Señor, I am here to pick up Alberto Rivera,” the man said.
    “My name is Alberto