de Lune, Clair - Master Eric's Virgin Sub [Prometheus in Chains 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (9 page)

He sat beside her on the sofa, with his own cup of tea in his hand. He put his other arm around her shoulders. As they slowly sipped the hot tea, his hand caressed her nape, his fingers tangling in her hair.

“You are so beautiful, my little kitten,” he murmured in her ear. “You were wonderful out there in the garden. Did you enjoy your erotic torture?”

She squirmed in embarrassment. She had been so wet, and she had begged for her release.

“Well maybe next time you will lose and get the full hour, like Fiona.”

She looked at him then and saw he was smiling. He had made her come like she had never imagined anyone could. He could call it torture if he wanted, but if that was torture, she’d be happy to undergo another session any time he liked.

“Yes, Master Eric. I did enjoy it. I am ready to be a bad girl again, very soon, if that’s the way you punish me!”

He chuckled and kissed her ear. Had she really said that? She had thought it, but had not really intended to say it out loud. She risked stealing a glance at him, out of the corner of her eye. She met his gaze and he relieved her of her empty cup. He took her in his arms and said, “For you, my little kitten, I am ready to repeat the torture at any time.”

He sat and cuddled her close to him until Fiona and her two Doms finally joined them. The girls sat quietly and watched three smug Doms make lunch. Emma felt she could get used to this.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Eric got a phone call
,
col
lected Emma, and took her to the hospital. She was devastated to hear about her grandma, and he drove her to the hospital and waited as she talked to Angus first. Then he held her hand as she talked to her grandma. He could see how worried she was, but looking at Jane, he thought she was very happy for someone who had just survived a car crash. He looked at Angus and saw he, too, looked happy.

Strange, he thought.

He looked at Angus and raised his brows. Angus took him on one side and explained.

“I don’t know if you remember that sub, Julia. She was always coming into the club and pestering me to take her on as my sub. She is a spoilt, rich girl, and the only reason that she wanted me was because I would not have her. She used to turn up from time to time, when she was bored and had no current lover. She phoned the house several times and hung up when Jane answered, so Julia knew I had a woman in the house. She did not know who Jane was, but that did not put her off. She turned up at the house and threw herself at me. I caught her, as an automatic reflex, but Jane had seen and heard it all. She misunderstood, then she left, in a hurry, and had the accident.”

“As you are both looking so happy, I take it all has been sorted out?” Eric grinned as he said it.

“Oh, yes. We have sorted it out now. I am just glad she was not badly hurt. She has a spanking in her future, when she has recovered. She is looking forward to it, so she says.” His face was wreathed in smiles as he looked at Jane.

Emma would have stayed all the rest of the day, but Jane needed to rest and Eric insisted she leave her grandmother, promising to bring her back for the next visiting hour.

It was a few days before Jane was sent home, and he and Emma were waiting for her with a hot meal. His Emma had cooked quite a few meals and left them in the freezer. She told him her grandma was not big on bought-in food, so he helped her with the preparations. He and Emma either called or visited every day to help with meals and such. Angus had a very pleasant cleaning lady who did more than her fair share, and Eric took her on one side to see if she’d be willing to help out when he and Emma settled down. Mrs Jones was delighted to have another reliable couple to work for. She was fond of Angus and now of Jane. She gave Eric her telephone number, and he promised to get in touch. His plans were going well so far.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Once Jane was well on the mend, Eric got a call from Angus to invite him and Emma to a party on the occasion of the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee, one of many parties that were taking place all over the nation. He was happy to accept but did wonder how it was all going to work out. He knew that Angus was planning fun and games, as he would not be able to so indulge himself at his wedding. Emma plus her grandmother plus BDSM games did not seem to be a good idea. Angus had been very pragmatic.

“They will have to get used to it, living so close and being members of the same club. I really think that’s not what bothers Jane most. That son of hers is very shrewd, and she is worried he will find out, and then the fur will fly!”

Eric could see his point but still wondered how it would all work out.

In the event, he found it all went smoothly due to Angus’s planning. He only had the one game for them, but it was a really good one. The game was called “Hunt the Sub” and all the Doms enjoyed it, but the subs had mixed feelings about the gingerroot. Emma was not amused and even less when he had laughed at her. The refreshments provided by Jane and her friends had been a great success, and the weather that had started off miserable had turned out very fine and warm. He had enjoyed a very relaxing afternoon and evening in the company of all his friends. Neither Emma nor Jane were embarrassed. It was just the sort of event he enjoyed and Angus excelled at. He hoped he could organise something similar when he and Emma…but he had not asked yet, so best not get carried away with wishing.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Emma was hard at work on the new collection of underwear. Angus had given her clear instructions. She was to design a range of underwear, mainly bras and knickers. He said that her grandma had not been able to buy the prettiest colours and the nicest fabrics in her size, so he wanted the collection to reflect that. In her case now, it did not matter, as she could have any colour or design she chose, and he had smiled wickedly. Emma had blushed, thinking to herself.

I bet he doesn’t let her
wear
knickers. Oh, that was too much information!

She knew enough about Doms and their little kinks now to guess that, but she had better not mention it to her grandma!

She had said what Angus proposed would be costly, but he said he made enough money and would be happy if it made a small profit. He had told her no pink, white, or black then left it to her.

“Just design what your grandma would like, and it will be fine. I am going to convince her to model the new collection.”

Emma had laughed out loud at that. She knew her grandma would not want to do it, but she also knew that if anyone could convince her to do it, it would be Angus.

She looked at the samples of fabric she had obtained and then her sketches. She wanted both bras and knickers to be comfortable to wear all day but also sexy and attractive. She had chosen bright jewel colours and some patterns, but none with little flowers as was the accepted mode for this sort of range.

She set to work and got some sketches done and the fabrics and swatches pinned on them. The silks and satins she had chosen felt soft and delicate in her hands. The lace and ribbon trims and the bows and decorative buttons were chosen to match.

Now she needed to make some up. Usually she’d make up one or two in a size that fit one of their models, so that at the management meeting to decide if to proceed or not, the girl could model for them. In this case, none of their usual models were in the size range she’d been given, so she made up half a dozen in her grandma’s size.

When they were completed, she took them to Angus, who was delighted. He looked at the size and grinned.

“Well, she will have to do the modelling. She was a little reluctant when I spoke to her about it, but this meeting will be a good time for her to start as there will only be a few people present.”

Later Emma always wondered just how he had “persuaded” her grandma to model the underwear, and then she decided she really did
not
want to know, but Jane did it. Emma thought that perhaps as they were her designs her grandma had resisted less. In any event she came, showed off all the made-up clothes, and was a great success. Emma watched Angus. He was pleased. His eyes lit up when they rested on his wife to be, and they heated when she appeared in the scanty and colourful underwear. The first set was in deep buttercup-yellow lace, and when she came through the door resplendent in the half-cup bra and thong, the contrast with her creamy skin was superb and all Emma could have wished for. Emma looked back at Angus, who had coughed and adjusted his position in his chair, and Emma could feel the sexual tension between him and Jane and looked away. She felt she was invading their privacy. She noticed the other men in the room, who exchanged smiles of complicity as they registered the effect on Angus.

“How about ties on the sides of the thongs?” Angus asked in a strangled voice, not like his usual, clipped, business tones.

It was agreed to go into production, although there were some dissenting voices, as Emma had known there would be, when the prices were proposed.

Angus explained his objectives and refused to compromise on quality. He was of the opinion that, once the word got about, they would have more than enough business to compensate. When the women looked at this range online it was a certainty they’d look at other lines, too.

One by one the dissenters were convinced, or thought better of further opposition, and the range was launched. Emma was as delighted as Angus by the reception it got and by the sales figures in the first week.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

They had all had a good meal. The speeches were over and some entertainment had been offered, and there was more to come. The
fifth anniversary celebrations had gone well. They were all relieved that Fiona’s violent ex-boyfriend, Gordon, had been caught. He had tried to throw acid over her, but he had tripped and it had fallen mostly on the car, so, although he had managed to hurt her once again, the damage had not been as bad as he had intended. Alexander and Ruari, Angus’s nephews, with the help of Eric and Jack, had set a trap for Gordon. He had been apprehended by the police and would be spending a good few years in prison. Fiona was free to live her life. Eric knew that life would include Alexander and Ruari. He was glad it was sorted out, as Emma had been worried about her friend’s safety.

Emma had sat by Eric and been fed from his hand. He had had to exert himself to persuade her to try it. She said she did not
need
to be fed, as she was more than able do it herself. He tried it out at the club, knowing she would not make a fuss there, which would reflect badly on him. However when he bit a grape in two and slowly fed her half and she licked his fingers clean, all the while gazing into his eyes, he could see she had realised how erotic it could be and he was sure would want to repeat it at home. He continued to feed her the specially made little sandwiches and savouries, like sausage rolls and Jane’s palmiers, as well as the grapes and strawberries.

Sometimes he would take a bite himself before offering the rest to her. After each bite he took a napkin and dabbed gently at her luscious lips, all the while returning her gaze. He drank from his glass of white wine and then held it to her lips and she sipped delicately at it. She was becoming heated and excited, he could see, and he could smell her arousal as he leaned over to feed her. It was making him bloody hard. Her skin was flushed and she was breathing in short gasps. Just the effect he wanted. He could not wait to get her home. He had plans for strawberry jam and whipped cream, and scones did not come into the picture.

He was glad she was coming to accept most of the things he preferred, and it was time for the training to come to an end. They had discussed it and she had agreed, although she had not seen the collar he was about to put on her. Now he wanted to move on, he stood and said,
“I have an announcement to make.” Out of his pocket he pulled a long, flat box and turned to Emma.

“Emma has consented to wear my collar. We will have a collaring ceremony in the club later, but for today I want you to wear this.”

“Oh, Master,” she breathed, falling to her knees and holding her hair off her neck.

He removed the training collar, opened the box, and took out a rose gold chain with
Eric
suspended on little chains from it just like Jane’s. He had loved the collar Angus had chosen. Eric had asked Angus if he had any objection to Eric’s copying it for Emma. Angus thought Jane would like that, and he provided him with the name of the artisan who made it and telephoned him with a personal recommendation. Jane, when consulted about the metal to be used, had revealed she had a rose gold watch for Emma’s birthday on the twenty-third of September, so he had chosen the same. Now he clasped the collar around her neck and locked it in place with the key he had on a chain around his neck, and then, raising her to her feet, he proceeded to give her a long and passionate kiss.