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boy‟s mouth, Angel coughed in surprise. Kael pulled back, watching him. The whole thing had taken no more than ten seconds. Angel looked up at him. “Sorry, Daddy.”
    “Have you ever sucked a cock before?”
    “No, Sir, I‟ve never done anything,” he admitted. “I didn‟t expect your stuff to come out so quick.”
    “Get finished,” Kael told him. Angel stood up and took the sponge to continue bathing him.

    * * *
They dressed quickly. Kael put his black trousers back on with his black round-neck sweater. He fitted his shoulder holster and gun, then pulled on his black jacket. Glancing up, he found Angel immobilized, watching him.
    “Sir, you look like you‟re in a spy movie.” He pointed. “The shoulder holster.”
    “Get dressed, boy.” Kael sat on the edge of a chair pulling on his black socks and shoes as he watched Angel dress in tight dark denims and a leather zip-up vest.
    “You‟re almost dressed for an S and M bar. You just need leather chaps.”
    “Like my boots?” Angel held up a pair of German paratrooper boots, so shiny they gleamed.
    “Perfect.” Kael smiled. “How long have you been fantasizing about being a daddy‟s boy?”
    “My whole life, Daddy,” Angel said, sitting on the floor to pull on his boots.
    “Sometimes the fantasy and the reality don‟t match up. Being a sub takes work and commitment. So does being a master, especially a full-time master.” He had always been too busy and focused on work for a relationship of that depth. One-night stands only were his rule.
    2Kael stood up and went quickly to the bathroom to retrieve the scalpel, never taking his eyes off the boy. Angel laced up his boots and from his closet took a black leather biker jacket and pulled it on. He scooped up his iPod and phone from his desk, shoving them in his pocket.
    “Daddy, was it cold out when you arrived?”
    “It‟s fairly mild for September, but the jacket is a good idea,” Kael said.
    “Should I pack a bag? Will we be coming back, Sir?”
    “Don‟t worry about it.”
    “Daddy, there‟s a few things I want if I‟m not coming back.”
    Angel stood at the bathroom door waiting for instructions. Habitually tidy and careful, Kael took a small hand towel and began to wipe down the room. When he was content, he threw it in the wash basket. “A small bag.”
    I’m just putting off the inevitable. I must be going soft.
    From the closet, Angel grabbed a black leather backpack. He quickly stuffed a few items in and slung it on his shoulder.
    Switching off the light, Kael directed Angel out in front of him. The upper landing was still in darkness. In the downstairs hall, Angel stopped, looking into the sitting room. Kael put his hand on the boy‟s shoulder. “Don‟t look if it upsets you.”
    “It doesn‟t. I don‟t care that he‟s dead. My mom won‟t care either. She‟s already in France with Gregoire.”
    “I know,” Kael said.
    “How do you know that, Daddy?”
    “I know everything. Where‟s the kitchen? I want a glass of water.”
    This was getting ridiculous. He should have killed Angel upstairs in the shower. He had passed up the opportunity of a clean, easy kill. There was no way in hell he could leave the house with the boy. He must die there.
    Angel led the way across the wide hall to the kitchen. The light came on automatically as they entered. Instinctively Kael stepped back into the hall.
    “There‟s no one here, Daddy; it goes on by itself,” Angel said. “Motion sensitive.”
    “Handy.” Kael followed the boy into the kitchen, past the island counter, and over to the sink. Angel took a glass from the cupboard to his right and turned on the tap.
    Kael came up behind him, very close, and slid the scalpel from his pocket. He placed his right hand on Angel‟s shoulder and his left, holding the scalpel with the blade still retracted, he brought up to the boy‟s neck. With his forefinger, he easily found the pulsing jugular vein. He was perfectly in position to