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“Yes.” He grabbed Jack by the arm and tried to steer him toward the door,

reluctant to talk about his private life. Jack would not understand.

“Take it easy, mate. When the cat"s away, the mice will play.” Jack sniffed the

air, mimicking a mouse twitching its whiskers, and laughed.

“Just because he"s not here doesn"t mean I don"t obey him. He takes great care

of me, and I obey him because I want to.”
No one else ever gave a shit about me.

“I thought the S and M stuff was just in the dungeon.” Jack mimed air quotes

when he said
dungeon.

“For some people it is, but not us. I obey Daddy"s orders even when he"s not

here. Come on, we can"t stay in here.” This time he grabbed Jack"s arm more

forcefully. “Out!”

In the living room, they finished their homework, and when it grew dark

outside, Angel went to the wide picture window overlooking the Thames to lower

the blinds. City lights under a darkened sky had always left him feeling small and

lonely, but not since being in London. Now he would turn away from the window

and see Daddy, always there, ready to protect him and direct him. To keep him safe

and expect the best from him. He never felt lonely anymore.

If he didn"t have Daddy, he would be wandering the streets somewhere looking

for men to have sex with to earn enough money to eat his next meal. His mom sure

as hell wouldn"t have taken him in, even if he"d shown up at her door destitute.

She"d have handed him the Rolex watch, and he"d have sold it just to live.

Suddenly the dark night seemed threatening.
Where are you, Daddy? Please be

safe.

The TV going on made him turn to look at Jack. They were good friends and

they had a lot of fun together, but increasingly he realized how inexperienced and

protected Jack was, like most of the boys at Redmond Independent College. Jack"s

home was wealthy and ordinary. His parents were both doctors, his sister was in

university where Jack was headed next year because he had completed high school

and was only at Redmond to get his A levels.

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And then there was Angel. Years of foster care followed by an arms-dealer

stepfather and a social-climbing mother. Now living with his assassin, leather

daddy in a sterile flat on the River Thames. And he"d never been so happy in his

life. He wandered over, picked up the remote, and started channel surfing.

“Let"s go into the bedroom and hook up,” Jack said. He looked a bit nervous

and embarrassed saying it, but his eyes never left Angel"s.

“No. Let"s watch a movie, then go to bed.”

“Together?”

Angel was getting bored with this. He"d have been happier staying by himself,

keeping everything perfect for Daddy. “No! You"re sleeping in Sharon"s room.”

“Who"s Sharon?”

“Daddy"s mom. When she visits, that"s her room.”

“We could just sleep together. Not do anything.”

“Maybe. What do you want to watch?”

“Got any porn?”

“No. Daddy says he"d rather do it than watch it.”

“Daddy says. You say that twenty times every day.”

* * *

felt in Buenos Aires was compounded by the knowledge that he was home and that

Angel was waiting for him. He would slide into bed beside him and pull his boy into

his arms, and when Angel woke up, he would fuck him face-to-face. He loved

fucking his boy while looking into his face. Angel"s beautiful silver-gray eyes would

half close, and his pale face would flush pink as his pleasure rose. His soft panting

would increase in tempo until he was moaning loudly. Kael"s cock thickened as the

images raced through his head.

He put away his weapons and hung his coat. In the living room, he saw a pair

of shoes he did not recognize. On the couch lay a white school shirt. He picked it up

and sniffed. That wasn"t Angel"s scent. Pressing it to his face, he sniffed again. It

was that boy, the annoying one. Jack.

I’ll fucking kill him! If Angel has that boy in bed with him, in my bed, I’ll kill

him. I’ll kick both their fucking arses into next week. I saw him holding that little

shit’s hand outside school.

He threw the shirt on the floor and almost ran into the bedroom. Angel lay fast

asleep, his blanket in his arms. And he was alone. Kael checked the bathroom and

then the spare bedroom his mum always slept in. Jack opened his eyes just as Kael

leaned over the bed. “Don"t hit me!” He scrambled away from Kael and fell off the

side of the bed with a
thud.

“Get dressed. It"s almost time to get up anyway.”

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Naked, the boy stood up, covering his cock and balls with his hands. Kael

retrieved the boy"s shirt and shoes from the living room and watched him get

dressed. At the front door, he handed him a £20 note. “Take a taxi home. Angel will

see you at college later.” He closed the door while Jack was still saying, “Yes, sir.”

Guilt sweeping over him for not trusting his boy, Kael went into the bedroom,

stripped, and got into bed. Angel"s eyes fluttered open. “Daddy?”

“Sweetheart.” Kael pulled him into his arms.

“Are you okay, Daddy? You"re holding me really tight.”

“You like that, don"t you?”

Angel stroked Kael"s cheek and smiled. “Yes, Sir.”

“I"ve missed you, that"s all. I want to fuck you. On your back.”

Kael pulled the pillow out from under Angel"s head and threw it on the floor so

Angel could lie flat on his back. From the drawer, he grabbed a lubricated Trojan

and pulled it on quickly. His cock was bursting for relief, and he wanted to be inside

his boy, fucking him, owning him, being one with him when he came. Angel lifted

his hips and wrapped his legs around Kael"s waist. Kael positioned his cock at the

sweet, tight hole. He took a deep breath. “I"m going in fast, so loosen up.”

Kael watched Angel"s face as the boy sucked in a long breath. “Fuck me,

Daddy. I"ve missed you so much,” he said, releasing the breath slowly, letting all the

tension go from his muscles. Kael thrust all the way inside in one fast, hard fuck,

looking into Angel"s eyes as he did so. Angel"s cock grew stiff, poking into Kael"s

lower belly. For a moment they lost eye contact as Angel"s eyes drifted closed and

his body tensed. “Look at me, boy.”

Angel opened his eyes wide, meeting Kael"s again. The flush had begun on

Angel"s face, turning his cheeks a delicate pink. His mouth opened, and each breath

he released was a soft “aaaah.” Resting on his elbows, looking into Angel"s eyes,

Kael began to work rhythmically, one hard, evenly spaced thrust after the next. He

made no effort to hold back, to prolong his pleasure. He let his orgasm roll over him

in a great wave, tightening his muscles and drawing from him a long, loud cry.

Then he fell heavily on top of Angel, panting loudly.

When he could move again, he rolled off onto his back and Angel rolled with

him until he lay stretched out on top of Kael. “Daddy. Jack"s in the other room. He

slept over.”

“He woke up when I came in. I sent him home,” Kael said.

“Do you mind that he stayed over, Daddy? We stayed up late watching a

movie:
My Beautiful Laundrette
. Have you seen it?”

“Yes, I"ve seen it, and no, I don"t mind that he stayed.” He was thoroughly

ashamed of himself for thinking Angel would go behind his back. “Do you fancy

him?”

“Jack? Hell no! He"s just a boy. I like real men.” He rubbed his hips against

Kael"s as he spoke, and they both laughed. “Why would you ask that, Daddy?”

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“I saw you and him holding hands when I dropped you at school the other day.”

“Oh, we always do that. If it bothers you, I"ll stop. But Sir, it"s just like girls

holding hands. Doesn"t mean anything. Actually he gets on my nerves sometimes.

He"s had it so easy.”

“I just wondered.” He hoped he sounded casual.

Angel rolled off and leaned up on one elbow. “Daddy, I"m afraid I"ve got bad

news for you.”

“What?” Kael said at once.

“That lady down the hall has the hots for you.” Angel giggled. “She came to the

door asking for you. She said, „Is your father home?"”

Every muscle in Kael"s body screamed
alert, alert
! “If she corners me in the lift,

I"ll have to put her in a headlock.”

Angel emitted a piercing shriek of laughter.

“It"s not funny.” Kael felt the way he had when the women in his class were

whispering behind their hands about him.
Attacked
. He knew he sounded panicked,

but he couldn"t help it. “What did she want?”

“Daddy, your eyes are so wide. You look terrified.” Angel collapsed onto Kael"s

chest, laughing. Kael pinched the boy"s buttocks hard. Angel screamed but couldn"t

stop laughing. Finally, breathless, he said, “Daddy, I think you"re scared of ladies.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah. Are you?”

For a long moment, Kael pondered telling the truth and finally gave in to it.

“I"m fine with women on an intellectual level. There"s been a couple I"ve really liked.

It"s just when they fancy me and I think they might try to cop a feel that I get

nervous. I don"t want any woman putting her hands on me in an I"d-like-to-get-into-

your-trousers way.” Angel started giggling again, and Kael found himself joining in.

“I don"t know why that"s so funny.”

“I"ll tell you why it"s so funny, Daddy. It"s because you"re so big and not scared

of anything. It"s a bit like ladies screaming when they see a mouse. Mice are so

tiny.”

“Yes, but they"re fast and so are women.”

Angel snuggled into Kael"s side. “Daddy, can I stay home today and be with

you?”

“No.” Kael spoke without margin. “I have to sleep for a few hours; then I"ve got

a class to teach this afternoon. You go to college. I don"t want you missing anything.

Go and get in the shower.”

Angel got up and headed for the shower. Kael followed, joining him under the

rushing water.

* * *

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Kael had arrived at Vauxhall Cross straight from the gym, intending to eat his

lunch before beginning his afternoon class on the benefits of sniper tactics. But

when he strode into the busy cafeteria and saw Stillwell sitting with his whining

cohorts, the urge to smack him was so great that Kael walked right back outside

into the crisp midday. He was sitting on a bench beside the river when Conran had

joined him.

“Did you enjoy it? The assignment?” Conran asked quietly.

“Yes,” Kael admitted. He bit into his ham and tomato sandwich and looked at

the apple and banana and the bottle of water, noticing the folded piece of paper

tucked under the food.

“I wouldn"t have thought you were the type to pack your own lunches.” Conran

nodded at the Tupperware box.

“I"m not. Angel likes to make lunches for me. It"s part of his service to his

daddy.” He pulled out the paper and unfolded it.
Enjoy your lunch, Daddy. I love

you
. He smiled as he read the signature.
From your Angel.

“How sweet,” Conran said, looking at the note.

“Are you due for a spanking, Stephen?” Kael asked.

As he always did when any mention of discipline came up, Conran glanced

quickly left and right. “I"m not here to talk about that. I want you back in the field.

You"ll have more time, not less, to spend with Angel. And when you leave for a few

days at a time, he is perfectly old enough to look after himself.”

“I"m worried about his safety.”

“His safety is no longer compromised. He knows more than he should because

of the Bosnian situation last year, but I think you"ve trained him to keep his mouth

shut. Yes?”

“Yes. He understands there are things I will not talk about. He knows how to

keep quiet, and I"d never tell him any details about my work.”

Conran stared straight ahead at the river. “After Bosnia, you seemed to think

he could be trained. I know you"ve been taking him to the SIS shooting range. He"s

excellent.”

“That"s because I taught him to shoot and he has a very steady hand. As for

training, I changed my mind once the adrenaline rush of the rescue mission settled

down. I don"t want my boy in danger again.”

“With a natural aptitude for the work and you training him, he could be

exceptional.”

As if a curtain had been lifted, Kael realized he had been duped. “You fucking

bastard. You encouraged me to take him to Herstmonceux, then had someone report

back to you about his performance. Didn"t you!”

“No one in particular was spying on you. I asked all the participants their