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boy? I could no
    more have hurt you than I could hurt Freddie‟s little girls or Conran‟s kids.”
    “I was so scared. I can‟t tell you how scared I was when you got in the shower
    with me, naked and so damn big. I was so scared, and I was so excited at the same
    time because you were the most smokin‟ dude I had ever seen outside of Daddy
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    They lay quiet, Kael looking down at his boy, thinking how lucky he was.
    Angel gazed up at him with unadulterated adoration in his eyes. “Daddy, why did
    you say those things to Freddie? I know you said it was because you‟re an idiot, but
    you‟re not an idiot.”
    “I was scared.”
    “Daddy, I can hardly hear you,” Angel said.
    “I was scared. I was scared to love you, so I told myself I was looking after you
    for a while, keeping you safe until I sorted things out with Conran.”
    “Why were you scared, Daddy?”
    Kael sighed. “Because the last time I was in love, it hurt too much, so I
    thought love had to hurt. That it would end in pain. But I was just a kid then. I
    wasn‟t taking into account that I‟m older now and it‟s different. I‟ve always been
    rather black-and-white in my thinking.”
    “I know; I can tell by the decor,” Angel said.
    “Hey!” Kael began to laugh. He grabbed Angel and pulled him up onto his
    chest, laughing. Angel‟s laughter drew more from Kael, and they rolled on the bed
    together, hysterical.
    When at last their mirth drained slowly from them, they lay still in each
    other‟s arms. “Time for the dungeon,” Kael said.
    Angel‟s eyes opened wider, and a slow smile crossed his face. “Yes, please,
    Daddy.”

    * * *
    Angel walked into the dungeon and directly over to where the hoods were lined

    up, three of them on wooden heads to keep their shape. He leaned down to sniff the
    soft leather. When he looked up, Daddy was locking the door and putting the key
    out of reach. His cock hardened just watching.
    “Daddy, tell me the rules, your rules, not just for the dungeon, but your house
    rules.”
    Kael stood with his hands on his hips. “The rules are simple, boy. Daddy is in
    charge. Obey me in everything. I‟ll never lead you astray, and I‟ll never let you
    down. I‟ll always have your back.” He smiled and winked. “In more ways than one.”
    Angel returned his smile.
    “On a more detailed note. You have been keeping the flat clean, and I‟m very
    happy with the job you‟ve been doing. Clean everything within an inch of its life.
    Change the bed every day. Do the laundry. I‟ll help with cooking, but you do the
    dishes. Obey me; you‟ll do just fine.”
    Angel stood up straight, his posture perfect. “Yes, Sir, Daddy.”
    Kael crossed the room and stroked the leather hoods. “Everyone should have a
    role in a relationship, whether it‟s parents and children, husbands and wives, gay
    partners, slaves and masters.”

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    “I agree, Daddy. A role makes you feel secure. You know your place and what‟s
    expected of you.”
    “That‟s right.”
    “Daddy, you making me wear that hood helped me when those men had me.
    They put that black bag over my head and tied it around my neck. I would have
    panicked and maybe vomited and choked if I hadn‟t had that experience. I knew I
    could breathe as long as I stayed calm and took it slow.”
    Kael tousled his hair. “Good lad. You‟re brave.”
    Angel‟s heart soared at the words. “I want to be braver. I want you to be proud
    of me, Daddy.”
    “I‟m already proud of you. Now, aside from the spankings you like so much,
    what‟s your fantasy?”
    Angel sighed. “Sir, I‟m living it. I‟ve got a daddy who‟s drop-dead gorgeous,
    who loves me, and I get to live with you and be your boy every day for the rest of my
    life.”
    Every time Daddy smiled, Angel found himself smiling in response. He loved
    to make his daddy happy. He loved the way his beautiful blue eyes narrowed and
    the way he smiled more with one side of his mouth than the other, as though some
    sexy, funny thought had just occurred to him. A dimple appeared in that one side,
    which was an amazing transformation considering that in repose his face could
    have been chiseled from granite, and it could be frightening despite how handsome
    he was. But when Daddy smiled, his face became mobile and open.
    Angel wrapped his arms around Daddy‟s waist and dropped his head to first
    one pink nipple, then the other, biting