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warm, very strange sensation caused him to open his eyes in shock and look
    down. To his amazement and concern, Daddy had taken Angel‟s cock into his
    mouth. “Daddy?” he whispered. Surely the act was too submissive, too subservient
    for a master. Angel had never had his cock sucked, and he‟d never dreamed that
    Daddy would do it. Daddy looked up. “Daddy, you can‟t do that.”
    “I can do whatever I wish, boy. You‟ve been very good, and this is your
    reward.” Daddy‟s head descended, and he took Angel‟s cock between his lips,
    drawing it deep into his mouth and sucking hard. Angel sent his mind into the dead
    zone again. He wanted Daddy to stop, but he couldn‟t order him to. After a couple of
    minutes, Daddy looked up at him. “Angel?”
    “Daddy, I can‟t. Not in your mouth. You‟re my master. You own the air I
    breathe.”
    Daddy smiled. “See how aroused you were, and yet even with the amount of
    friction I just put on your cock, you held back. Are you aroused?” He looked down at
    Angel‟s stiff cock.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “But you didn‟t come?”
    “No, Sir, I held back.”
    “Good boy. You see what you can do when you want to?”
    “Yes, Sir.” Angel gave a weary smile.
    Daddy gripped his cock. “Come now.” In several fast strokes, he brought Angel
    over the edge almost instantly. His orgasm exploded through his body, leaving him
    gasping. The relief brought tears to his eyes. Daddy left him for a few minutes,
    panting as he recovered. He returned with the scalpel and slit the plastic sheath,
    starting at the ankles and working his way quickly up to the neck. As if he was
    opening a gift, careful not to damage the precious contents, Daddy peeled the
    sheath back to each side, releasing Angel‟s body. Angel felt reborn, emerging from
    his mummification, his time in the underworld.
    “Sit up, boy.”
    The heat that had built up inside his cocoon had caused him to sweat. Water
    ran down his back and chest, and Daddy brought a towel and began rubbing him
    dry. He helped Angel down from the table and finished drying him off. “Come to the
    kitchen, sweetheart. I want you to drink some orange juice to replenish your fluids.”
    Angel followed obediently. His mind and body sated, he walked slowly,
    exhausted from the experience. His cock and balls felt wrung out. In the kitchen,
    Daddy made him sit at the table. “Your legs are still shaky. Drink up.” He handed
    Angel a large glass of orange juice and sat opposite him, watching him drink it.
    “That‟s my boy. You did very well tonight. We will practice that again, but right now
    you have a deeper understanding of how to please your master. You have learned
    another level of self-control.”
    “Daddy, why did you suck my cock?” He was still confused about that.

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    “To show you that even of your own volition, without me controlling you, you
    can hold back. Why couldn‟t you come in my mouth?”
    “Because it would be disrespectful, Sir.”
    “Were you aroused?”
    “Yes, Sir, but I was shocked too.” Angel finished his juice, very thirsty from all
    the sweating he had done.
    “Come on, boy. You‟re going to bed. Daddy has to leave.”
    Angel rose and took Daddy‟s hand to walk quietly to the bedroom.

    * * *
    The night was cold, and as much as Kael loved being tucked up in bed with

    Angel, the excitement that clutched at him when he was on a job won out. Angel
    was safe and sound and Kael would return to him soon, but right now he was in the
    zone. The instant he stepped out into the street, his phone rang. He snapped it open
    and listened. “ The car is directly across the street. The keys are in the ignition .” It
    was a digital voice.
    A small black car sat under a streetlight. The door was unlocked. Kael got in
    and began to drive. It was ten thirty, which meant he would arrive in Paris by
    about four in the morning. He should probably have left earlier, but playing with
    Angel had absorbed his mind and body and he kept putting it off just a little longer.
    But now that he was on the road, his mind was focused on the job and everything
    else disappeared.

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    Chapter Ten

    Paris, France

    Paris was slightly warmer than London and the streets were dry when Kael
    parked the car not far from the Louvre. About half an hour prior, the phone had
    rung again and the digital voice had ordered him to meet his backup at the glass
    pyramid in front of the