Caught By Two Doms (Club El Diablo (Angel's Doms Book 2)) Read Online Free PDF

suite and then took a private elevator to Club El Diablo.
    The sounds of music thrummed in a low, sexy beat, but did nothing to dispel her apprehension. Why was Sir insisting on something that she deemed as punishment? Angel shouldn’t question his dictates and maybe it was him that needed to get out of the isolated surroundings of Master’s home.
    Eyes downcast in submission, she followed Sir to the brightly lit carousel. It slowed and finally came to a stop. “I’m sitting you on a bench instead of astride a pony due to your… condition.” He gave a slight grin and winked. “The club’s attendants will keep an eye on you. No Dom but me can approach you while you’re on here.”
    She didn’t stop to think, just grabbed his hand, shaking her head frantically. “Please, Sir, no.”
    He pulled her in close and kissed the skin just below her ear. “Behave. You can do this. I won’t be far.”
    Her hands fell away and, for his sake, she controlled herself. Bringing her here and then leaving her alone made no sense, but somehow she’d brought this on herself. He lifted her up onto the carousel and unclipped the leash from her collar. “Hold this while I’m gone.” He stood back and nodded at the attendant controlling the motion of the machine.
    She sat down as the carousel began to spin. When she came back around, Sir was gone. She scooted as far to the inside of the bench as she could.
    “Are you okay?”
    The concerned feminine voice startled Angel. Looking behind the colorfully painted pony, she saw a scantily dressed, very pregnant sub holding onto one of the few non-moving ponies. The woman’s beautiful smile, decorated with lip piercings, flashed pearly white teeth.
    The melodic voice was at odds with the sub’s hard-core appearance. Before Angel could respond, the woman continued, “I’m being punished, and I’m supposed to be reflecting upon my behavior. What about you?”
    Angel couldn’t help giving a small smile. “I’m fairly certain I’m also being punished.”
    “That no good jerk.”
    “What?” Angel wasn’t sure she heard the woman correctly.
    “If you’re being punished it’s his job to let you know what it’s for. My brother will not put up with that shit. He can find you a Dom who knows what he’s doing and get rid of the jerk for you.”
    Shock ran through Angel’s mind. “Your brother?”
    “Damian, the owner of the club. He hates when I come here, because it makes him uncomfortable.” She smiled with a touch of vexation. “I’m being punished because Brandon, my husband, pissed me off last night and I became a little exuberant in my rebellion. Now,” she looked around the club, “back to discussing the jerk.”
    Angel’s smile grew—this girl’s protectiveness broke the ice. Laughter tinged her voice, “He’s actually not a jerk. He will explain why I’m here later. This is one of the few times he hasn’t coddled me.”
    “We need to talk, girlfriend.” The woman sat down on the bench, eyed the leash in Angel’s hand and the collar around her throat. She asked, in a completely straightforward manner, “Are you his slave?”
    Angel didn’t feel threatened by the question or feel that the woman was passing judgment. She answered honestly, “I’m not a slave to Sir, but I am to Master. Both men care for and protect me.”
    “Yowza! Is Master as yummy as Sir?”
    A giggle escaped Angel’s throat. “Yes.”
    “I’m Willow. It’s nice to meet you.” She placed her hand out and Angel shook it and told Willow her name. Then Willow’s hand went to her rounded belly. “This rascal won’t stop kicking tonight. I don’t think he likes the music, or maybe he plans to be a kick boxer when he’s older.”
    Angel’s eyes drifted to the large tummy holding the little fighter and her heart swelled with longing.
    “Do you want to feel?”
    Angel’s hand tentatively lifted and Willow quickly took it in hers and placed it on the side of her stomach. Two