Their Tale

Protection

Stepping out of Dr Meadows apartment I sigh at the day and the feelings and thoughts of my appointment. My dance classes have been better than ever and with the progress Angel, Celeste and I have had. Things have never been lighter. Knowing that we could continue our relationship with Samir and Marisol in understanding that we were not going anywhere. We would stay as long as Angel did, and they came out accept that it was out of love, and nothing more or less.

Angels work at the company has started to become more involved after his name and position was made public. Many have a lot to say about the rise of the once dead Nader son, and what motivated his abrupt rise back. It was chaotic to say the least, having his name put in papers and business blogs as the new successor of one the country's most influential dynasty's. I know that even if Andrew has been his support day in and out it was still chaotic, but he was strong, confident and proud as he worked through it.

Celeste was even happier now. She might have been able to smile, laugh and find some light when we had separated from Angel, but now that he is back. That we are all together, she is more of herself than I have seen in a long time. She felt incomplete when we were not all together and I understood why. We were her only family, and apart she couldn't feel whole.

She was also working on something big by the way she had been focused on sketches and plans for paintings and sculptures. Some days we would have to fetch her from her studio so that she could have dinner. With the growth from the sculpture that was in the museum she was more recognised than ever.

The studio in our new home become a sanctuary and I could say the same for mine. We were building something new from what was suppose to break us, and nothing felt stronger. We were becoming closer as lovers and as partners in scenes but more than that we were able to see a future. A long and wonderful one.

The truth had let Angel become a dominant who held himself steady because he was truly himself in the place, he stood above us, and below him. Celeste and I built trust and submission through each command and word he spoke to us. Boundaries where explored and experienced in ways indescribable and in that we never felt stronger.

Finding the ability to trust him with his words, commands and dynamic was not hard to fall back into, but hard to not overthink about. Yet regardless, following Angel in his commands, whether it be when we told to kneel, stand, hold our pleasure and simply speak when were hesitant was fulfilling. As fulfilling as the feeling of our bodies and the aftermath of each scene. More so when I was given control through submission, I felt balanced.

Breathless, pleasured, fulfilled, burning, euphoric. Nothing felt livelier than when we wake up, and we can feel the stings, see the bruises and feel the memories of the night before all tended to with care by his delicate hands. Knowing I was sharing this feeling with Celeste right next to me, or even under me, it made me feel whole. They both did.

Feeling my phone ring I pull out my phone from my purse when I see Angels name flash on my screen. With a blossoming smile I answer "Hey, I was just thinking of you." I answer lightly, brushing my concealed marks and bruises on my collar bone. A soft chuckle is heard along with some scuffling "All good thoughts I hope." Continuing my walk, I enjoy the sound of the man I love simply speaking to me "Depends on the definition. Is everything okay, you are normally busy at this time of the day?" I ask checking the time on my watch seeing that it is the middle of the day.

"Yes everything is fine. I was calling because I just got of the phone with Celeste to meet me at the office at six. Andrew invited us for dinner but first I need us to speak about something." Hs voice is authoritative, a clear sign that he was not asking but informing us. It was also clear that what he wanted us to speak about was extremely important "Okay, I am going to meet with Tori right now, I will there at six."