de Lune, Clair - Initiation [Prometheus in Chains 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (10 page)

She knew he was concerned but that he would accept what she was saying. He knew she was careful and would take no stupid risks, but he would still do some checking on Angus Scott and would phone her more often to check on her. She had not wanted him worried. Damn the woman. He had enough on his plate with job and family.

“Well, okay, mum. I will call at the weekend. Take care.”

“Goodbye, son, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

They finished the call. She noticed the surprise on Master Angus’s face when he heard her tell her son she loved him. She supposed his must not be such a close family. She tried to explain, but he said they had better get on.

When they got to the Club, Master Angus again left her with the subs and went off to do monitor duty. They were discussing an upcoming demonstration.

“It’s Master James,” sighed a young sub, clad only in some sort of rope harness. There were many sighs and rolled eyes, and Gloria and Gemma smiled indulgently at the younger ones.

“He’s gorgeous and he certainly knows his stuff and he has no sub.”

“What does he do?” Jane asked.

“He takes a sub from amongst us. He is going to demonstrate cupping.”

Cupping sounded like bloodletting from the nineteenth century. The Prince Regent used to have it done all the time as a cure for something or other. That was not something she’d want to see. She thought,
how gross,
and she grimaced as she asked, “What is it?”

“Stupid,” said Jessica. “He uses cups and suction to give pleasure. No blood is involved. But you won’t be here by then as Master Angus will have finished with you
. He will have more than done the favour he owes Master Prometheus by taking you on.”

An angry bellow came from the baby monitor that Jessica had momentarily forgotten she was wearing. She clapped her hand over her mouth in fear and as if not to let any more unwise words out. Very soon a large and very pissed off Master Torquil came striding their way. He scattered all before him. Doms and subs alike got out of his way fast. All the subs dropped to their knees, but he ignored them, even Jane’s slow response. He said, “Up,” and Jessica got to her feet fast. He took out a ball gag and said, “
Open
.” He put it in her mouth and attached it behind her head. He held her by one arm and brought his crop smartly across her thighs and bottom ten times.

“Now sit and wait for me. We are
not
finished with this.” He turned on his heel and strode back from whence he had come. Jessica had tears running down her face. Not a good idea with a ball gag in her mouth.

As Jane had listened to what Jessica said and watched what had happened to her, the doubts and fears that had receded came back with a vengeance, overcoming the joy she had felt. She stood and quietly and sadly she made her way out of the main room to go to her locker to get her coat and shoes.

When she came out, Master Angus was there.

“Master Torquil told me what Jessica just said. Lassie, this was not Prometheus’s idea. He and others may think it was, but when you came through those doors and your lovely mouth opened as you said ‘oh,’ as you looked about you in wonder, all I wanted to do was fill it with my cock. Master Prometheus has been trying to find me a sub for years and never managed, and that is why people have assumed this is the same as it has always been. He has never managed, but I have done him lots of favours with subs and he has tried to find a special one for me. So when he needed to find a Master to show you around, I made sure his eye fell on me and he asked me, as a favour, to do what I intended he should. He was heard to ask me and the gossip did the rest. I did not contradict them as I did not know how far it would go then. I know that
you
think you are not beautiful, but you are to me. I have no intention of letting you go. I know you will have been warned that I never take a sub for more than one night. Up until now that has been true. I have never put a training collar on a sub either. For many years I have never wanted another sub. I never allowed myself to want one, until I saw
you
and when I did I was lost. At first I could not believe it. That is why I have allowed the rumours to circulate unchecked. I thought it would not last, but I was wrong,
mo run
.”

“How devious,” she said. He raised his eyebrow and waited, and she added, “Master.” He smiled. There was a smile on her face, too, and she looked happier.

“Come back into the club. My shift is almost over, and then we can go home.”

He took her to the bar and handed her over to the Dom there and asked for a bottle of water for her.

“That will be with ice and lemon!” she said, and the Dom laughed as she said it. Within half an hour, Master Angus was back to collect her.

Chapter
Thirteen

This was the pattern of their lives for the next week, except for one incident.

Jane had been sitting in the uncollared subs area when Jessica had arrived with Master Torquil. He left her there promising to come back for her later and warning her to be good. The baby monitor was still in evidence, so he was taking no chances on her compliance. Jane looked at him and shivered, and he looked at her, licking his lips and smiling when she shuddered. He strode off, and Jessica could not contain herself.

“What a whore you are,” she screeched. “You took Master Angus from me, and he wasn’t enough. You look at all the Doms, and now you are trying to take Master Torquil from me. Every time he comes near, you look at him and invite his attentions.”

Jane had had enough. She had listened to Jessica’s accusations and nasty comments and had not answered them. Where was her backbone? She had played the strong woman all her life, and no one would have dared say anything remotely like that to her when she was working and now…

“What a piece of work you are,” she said. “Master Angus did not want you. He was never yours for me to take, and
he
chose me. I did not go after him. As for Master Torquil, my only interest in
him
is to avoid a trip to his dungeon.” She did not lose her wits with her temper and did not want to insult the big Dom as he would then want to punish her, and Master Angus would be forced to give consent. “I am tired of your whining and tired of hearing your opinions of me, now
shut the fuck up
. If you have nothing pleasant to say to me, then do not bother to say anything to me in the future. Who gives a toss what you think anyway? I will not descend to your level and start making personal comments about you, and I warn you I will not tolerate any more comments about me to my face or behind my back.”

Jessica and the other subs were stunned for a moment. Jane had straightened her spine and stood glaring at Jessica, daring her to say any more, no longer the put-upon sub. Jessica subsided and said nothing more, but the roar from the baby monitor left no doubt that Master Torquil had heard and was not a happy Dom. He came striding up to the subs’ area, scattering Doms and subs as he came, and Master Angus was with him. He had been in the Dungeon and heard it all. He had a smile on his face, but Jane did not see that at first as she stood with her head bowed and hands clasped behind her back as she had been told was the acceptable pose for her when the others fell to their knees.

“Master Torquil,” he said. “I am pleased that my sub has grown a pair and will now defend herself, so I will not seek to punish your sub. I think that, in the future, she will guard her tongue and no longer insult mine.”

Jane felt better now that she had rounded on Jessica. She had always tried to be a strong person who could defend herself. She saw that Master Angus was pleased with her. From the look on his face he could not have been happier. Master Torquil seemed to accept what Master Angus had said. He did not look so happy when Master Angus had called Jessica his sub, but he did not contradict him. Jane thought that perhaps he felt that to contradict it would just draw more attention, and the subs already had sufficient gossip to keep them happy for a while. He collected Jessica and, promising to make her regret not having obeyed his explicit orders, took himself off to the Dungeon with her. The other subs looked at Jane with new eyes, and Gloria and Gemma beamed at her.

“Well done, Jane. She’s had that coming for a long time.”

When Angus got Jane home, he had her strip and bend over.

“I know you can’t grasp your ankles, but you can place your hands flat on this stool.” He placed a wooden step stool in front of her. She bent over and did as he asked. He stood looking at her, her legs slightly parted and her cunt on view for him. She was wet and swollen and ready for him. He arranged her legs, parting them a little more, as he knew she would feel more in that position, then said, “I could keep you like that for hours.”

“Yes, Master. I will try.”

“No, do you remember what I said about the Dom being responsible? You must not try to continue with something that is uncomfortable or may harm you, in an attempt to please me. It would be as bad as not using your safe word. Do you see?”

She agreed, and he rewarded her with a long slow fuck from behind. She had always liked that position and the different, more intense feeling the angle gave her, but when he bent her over she felt he liked the submissive pose, too. If his climax were anything to go by, he did. Just before he came, he pinched her clit hard, bringing her to a screaming orgasm. Her muscle spasms around his cock drove him over the edge, and he poured his seed into her. Afterwards as they cuddled close, her head on his shoulder and her hand over his heart held tightly in his, he told her how proud he was of her for putting Jessica in her place and standing up for herself.

“I can see there’s fire in you and I had better watch my step,” he said as she drifted off to sleep with a moan.

* * * *

The incident with Jessica was the only incident of any note, and their lives settled into a routine. Angus left toiletries and changes of clothing at her house, and sometimes they spent the night there and sometimes at his house. His birthday was fast approaching. Jane had decided that, in spite of his saying he could not do forever yet, she wanted to do something special to show him that he was special to her. She chose to buy him a watch, the best she could afford, and have it inscribed on the back, just the words, “I Love You, Angus.”

She made him lunch of homemade leek and potato soup with fresh crusty bread and butter. Next came the finger foods, small sausage rolls, Cornish pasties, and her speciality—palmiers made from puff pastry with Serrano ham and Parmesan cheese, served with a salad of lettuce, tomatoes, celery, boiled eggs and grapes in a vinaigrette dressing. Dessert was Deliah’s lemon soufflé omelet, and it was delicious.

“Oh my,” he said as he licked his fingers. “You cook so very well.” He raised her hands to his lips and kissed them, turned them over, and licked her palms and sucked her fingers into his mouth one by one.

“If you did not have to go out and I were not so full…”

But she had to go out to collect the watch, as they had not been able to get the engraving done until that day, and had left him at her home supposedly watching the television. When she got back she let herself in quietly and walked towards the living room with the watch box in her hand. She really should have got some special paper for it, but she had forgotten in her haste to get back to him as soon as she could, thinking of the look he had given her and the promise in his eyes before she left. The door was not quite closed, she heard him and could not believe what she was hearing.

“No. No.” He laughed. “She has no idea. I fooled her.”

She felt sick. Jessica had been right all along. He did not want her. She was just an amusement. He had strung her along with his tale about not doing Prometheus a favour. She’d bet they were all laughing at her. Why would he want her after all? What had she to offer…Stupid, stupid. What was he saying now?

“When will you get here? So soon? I can’t wait. We will tell her together. Her face will be a picture.”

The box fell from Jane’s hand. Blindly, she groped for the front door latch. She had to get out of there. He must not know she had heard. She could not face him until she had herself under control. She walked down the drive and turned right. She had no idea where she was going, just out of his life before he and his lady love told her…what? What did it matter, it would not include her, but she would not give them the satisfaction of seeing how it hurt her. She should have known it would come to this. Even Gloria had tried to warn her. She must leave now with her dignity if not her heart intact. If she stayed away long enough, he’d go home. How could she have been such a fool? She did not know him, not really. She had allowed him to spank her and fuck her and, damn it, she had liked it! At least she had not given him the watch with that foolish inscription, so he did not know that she had fallen for him hook, line, and sinker. She’d better throw it away. She searched her bag but could not find it, and then she remembered she’d had it in her hand when she went into the house. She must have dropped it. He’d find it and read it and…she saw she had come to the park, and she went in and sat on a bench. She put her head in her hands and started to cry. Then great wracking sobs tore her. It began to rain. It poured down, but she was oblivious. She sat on the bench and still she cried. She was soaked and miserable and alone, and he did not want her. Her mobile rang, and she ignored it. It rang again and again. She did not want to speak to anyone, so she turned it off.