Chapter 12The dinner was ready, keeping warm in the oven, and it smelled delicious. The table was set, and Angel was hungry, still not having eaten since the blinis in Moscow. Now all he needed was Daddy to come home. Naked, he sat on a stool at the kitchen counter, his head hanging, shoulders slumped. He was not supposed to sit on the furniture with his bare ass, but he’d sunk down without thinking. After getting up from his nap, he had cleaned the bathroom, naked like a slave, and then cooked, still naked, feeling that he was honoring his Master, holding him in his heart even though he was absent. But he still felt miserable and soiled after his first real job.
The sound of a key in the door lifted his spirits, making him jump off the stool and run into the hall. The moment their gazes
