Prometheus Triumphant [Prometheus in Chains 8] (Siren Publishing Classic) (4 page)

“I may need your services in court for Jenny, if it comes to that,” Prometheus said.

“I’ll be happy to help in any way I can,” the lawyer said, and then he left.

“Well, Alfred. Now we have a dilemma. If you go free, you’re going to go and tell Jim all about this, aren’t you?”

“No, no, I promise I won’t,” Alfred whined.

“I for one don’t trust any promise of yours, so what are we going to do with you?” Prometheus wondered.

Jenny was afraid when she entered Master Prometheus’s flat. It was said in the club he never ever brought subs up here, so what was she doing here? Master Angus and Jane were with her, so she was very safe. She looked around her. The flat was neat and clean, but she’d expected nothing less. Simple elegance best described his home. The entrance hall and all the rest of the flat, from what she could see, had light oak flooring. The kitchen was off the entrance hall, and she glimpsed lots of cream cabinets, more than she’d expect a man to have. There were wall cabinets with glass doors, and the surfaces were uncluttered. She longed to have an excuse to go in and look around. Jane led the way to the lounge. There were no leather chairs here. He had sofas with some sort of deep blue upholstery. The sofas had high backs and wide arms. Jane sat on one sofa and patted the cushions.

“Come and sit here beside me, Jenny. Then we can be comfortable and have some tea.” Jenny sank into the cushions. It was comfortable. There was an oak coffee table between the two sofas, and Master Angus placed the tray on it.

“There you are, mo run. Now pour us all a cup of tea, please. I for one am very thirsty.”

Jane dispensed tea and biscuits. Orange blossom tea was one of Jenny’s favourites. She’d had no idea they had it in the club. She looked about the room. Bookcases, from floor to ceiling, lined one wall. There was a large window, now covered by long curtains in the same colour as the sofas. The other two walls held framed pictures and photographs. A deep, creamy, sheepskin rug held pride of place before the fireplace, set with logs ready to be lit. By the side of the fireplace was a wicker basket, also full of logs. The room was warm, so the log fire must be just for comfort. He must have central heating, too. There were two doors which were closed and would probably lead to the bedroom and maybe a dining room.

Jenny was sitting sipping her tea. Jane held her hand and patted it.

“It will all be all right. Master Prometheus will fix it all. You’ll see.”

“I don’t know if he can fix it. I can’t face starting again, and I don’t want it all over the newspapers. You know how they twist everything, and they’d have a field day with this. They’d be at the club in Watford, and someone would be bound to tell them all sorts, then they’d exaggerate it.”

“It may never come to that, Jenny. Jim what’s-his-name may plead guilty.”

“I don’t think he’s the sort to do that. He thinks he’s untouchable. He won’t make it easy for me.”

“Well, let’s wait and see what Prometheus, Jack, and that lawyer come up with before we start to worry, shall we?” Master Angus suggested.

“Are you all right now, Jenny?” Jane asked.

“Yes, I’m feeling much better. This tea is really good, too.”

“Nothing like a good cup of tea to settle you,” Master Angus said, as he smiled at her. “I haven’t had this blend before, have you any idea what it is?”

“It’s orange blossom tea, Master Angus.”

“Well, Jane, I think we need to get a supply. You seem to be enjoying it too, mo run.”

“Yes, Master, I love it. I haven’t had it before either. I wonder where Master Prometheus got it from?”

“It’s not his tea is it? I thought Linda made it in the kitchens.”

“No, she made it in Master Prometheus’s own kitchen. The catering manager doesn’t like anyone going into the kitchen when she’s not there.”

Jenny listened avidly to this. So he liked the tea, too. She didn’t say anything, but she’d mentioned the blend to Master Prometheus once. Maybe he’d got some to try. All this talk of tea had calmed her nerves, as she suspected it was meant to. The nervousness came back in a rush as the door opened and he came in. She shook just from seeing him there.
Calm down, you need to be calm. He’s not Jim, and you know you want him. Don’t make a bloody mess of this.

Prometheus came in, and he was chuckling. He came over and sat down beside her. At once Master Angus and Jane stood up, ready to leave.

“Torquil is the most devious bugger I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. He’s come up with a neat solution to the problem of what to do with Alfred for a couple of days.” He was laughing as he said it. Jenny could see nothing to laugh about. He must have read her expression.

“Master Torquil is going to keep him in the dungeon. He says as Alfred loves BDSM clubs, he should enjoy a couple of days as a guest down there.”

Jenny did smile at that. Master Angus laughed out loud and so did Jane.

“Maybe he can keep him in one of the cages,” Master Angus suggested, with a wink at Jenny.

“Now we’re going to leave you with Master Prometheus, Jenny. Is that all right?” Jane asked. Jenny looked at Master Prometheus and back at Jane, and then slowly she nodded.

“Yes, it’s all right,” she said and realised that it was. He wasn’t like Jim or Alfred. Master Prometheus wouldn’t harm her. She had to begin to trust, or those two would have won and ruined her chance at happiness. Who better to trust than this big Dom who looked at her so fondly and, she was sure, would not harm a hair of her head. She smiled shyly up at him, and he smiled back. Jane and Master Angus left, and she was alone with Master Prometheus in his flat. Panic began to assail her.

I can’t do this. I have to get out of here.
She took a step toward the door, and then valiantly she pushed the panic away.
I won’t let them win. I won’t lose him because of them
. Master Prometheus came over and took her hand.

“Jenny, I swear to you I will never, ever do anything you don’t want me to. ‘Red’ is your safe word, if you use it I will always respect it. Do you believe me?”

She looked into his eyes, and she did believe him.

“Yes, Master Prometheus, I do.”

* * * *

Prometheus knew he’d have to be very careful and go slowly. She was alone with him in his flat. It must have taken a lot of courage and trust to stay and not to run away when Master Angus and Jane left. He didn’t have the old standby of a cup of tea as she’d had already one.
What can I do to put her at her ease?
Can we watch TV?
Nothing on worth watching. What about a DVD? Nothing in his collection seemed appropriate to the moment. Maybe he could make her a meal?

What do I have in the fridge I can cook for her
? Suddenly, to his surprise, a small, cold hand crept into his.

“Can we sit and talk for a while?” she asked in a hesitant voice.

“Yes, of course, Jenny wren.” He sat beside her on the sofa. “I’m so pleased that you trust me enough to be here with me. I’m very fond of you, Jenny. I’m sure you know that.”

“I know, Master Prometheus. I’m fond of you, too. I’m afraid that what happened to me will happen again.”

“Never with me, Jenny wren.” He leaned down, took her chin in his hand, and kissed her softly on the lips. She didn’t move away, her lips were soft, and when his tongue gently licked along the seam, she moaned softly. He pressed on her chin, and her lips parted. Her sweet breath drove him wild, and his tongue dipped inside her mouth, exploring the warm, wet cavern and his cock drove him on, as it swelled in his leathers and demanded he got on with it and fast. She leaned forward and put her little hands on his shoulders. His hand left her chin, and his arms encircled her. She snuggled closer, and he bent her over one arm as he deepened the kiss, and she responded. When they came up for air, she was panting and heated. He loved the little moaning sobs she made.

“Master Prometheus, I want to say I’m sorry I couldn’t be alone with you. I did so want to be, but I was afraid.”

“Afraid of me, Jenny wren? Why?”

“Yes and no. I wasn’t afraid of the you I knew. With Jim it was very good until that night. He was kind and gentle and considerate. That night he changed. I was always afraid that anyone could change.”

“Yes I see that, Jenny. No wonder you were frightened. Why didn’t you tell me all about it?”

“I was ashamed. I thought that anyone who got to know would think I was the whore they told me I was. I didn’t like to talk about it either as it brought it all back.”

“Yet you told Master Torquil.” Prometheus tried not to let the jealousy he felt show in his voice and his tone, but knew he hadn’t totally succeeded when she looked up at him. He saw wonder in her eyes.

“Yes, Jenny, I care for you so much that the thought of your telling anyone other than me makes me jealous.
Did I just say that?

“I only told Master Torquil because he was kind to me, and I know he loves Gemma so he doesn’t want me. That means he’s safe. I didn’t mind his knowing, but I didn’t want you to know about it all, Master Prometheus.”

Prometheus smiled to himself. She was naive if she thought that of all men. In Torquil’s case she was right. He did love Gemma, and Prometheus knew Gemma loved Torquil. He guessed that Torquil had wanted to help him with Jenny. Torquil still thought he owed Prometheus a favour for helping out when that sub he’d uncollared tried to commit suicide in front of him about eight years ago now. Patricia was her name, he seemed to remember. Angus and Prometheus had sorted it all out and found her a Master. When Torquil had gone off the rails and was drinking heavily, he and Angus had helped him to dry out and brought him to Prometheus in Chains as a dungeon master. Torquil had never forgotten and never stopped trying to repay the favour. No doubt he’d seen how Prometheus felt about Jenny and had tried to help out.

“Master Torquil
is
safe, and you don’t have to worry about the Doms in my club, Jenny. If any of them lay a finger on you, they’ll have me to deal with.”

She smiled and put up a hand to touch his cheek. He didn’t let her. He took her hand and kissed the palm, and then he sucked each of her fingers, keeping eye contact with her all the time. She blushed and would have looked away.

“No, Jenny wren, keep your eyes on me!”

Like the obedient little sub she was, her eyes remained fixed on his.

“We’re going to explore and see where it takes us. Use your safe word if you want me to stop. Maybe ‘yellow’ if you need to catch your breath okay?”

“Yes, Master Prometheus.” His cock swelled as he looked at her. He was going to have her to himself at last. He took her in his arms and kissed her long and deeply. She responded, and their tongues tangled. He explored her mouth then retreated, inviting her in. She slipped her little tongue into his mouth, and he sucked it in, teasing her with the tip of his. She squirmed in his embrace and pressed her soft body closer to his. She gasped, and he knew she must have felt his rigid length pressing against her.
Soon, little one, soon I shall be inside you.
His hand slowly unfastened the front of her corset. It was killing him to go so slowly. He wanted nothing more than to rip off all her clothes and fuck her senseless. That wasn’t an option, not yet. For her sake and his own he had to keep control. The last thing he wanted to do was to scare her off now they’d made such progress. His hand found her breast, and her nipple was soon a hard little nub, as he tweaked, then flicked it. She writhed and moaned as his thumb nail scraped, none too gently, over the tip.

“Yes, Master Prometheus. More please. Harder please.” He chuckled and gave her what she wanted, then turned his attention to the other breast. She panted. Her back arched, pressing her breasts into his hands. He stood her up and stripped off her clothes. Taking her hand, he led her to the bedroom. Pulling off the covers, he laid her on the bed. Her head on the pillows, he stood and looked down on her.

“You’re the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. You don’t know how much I’ve longed to get you in my bed.” He noticed her tremulous little smile. He removed his clothes slowly, folding them and placing them on the chair by the bed. Then he lay down beside her and continued where he’d left off. His hands played with her breasts, increasing her arousal. He could smell her unique perfume, and his cock bobbed wanting to be inside her. He leaned over, kissing and licking the side of her breast and circling first one nipple then the other, not taking either in his mouth yet. He brushed his stubbled chin lightly over her breasts. He wanted her to beg for that. He
would
make her beg for it.

“Master Prometheus, please!” Well that was a start, but he needed her to be more urgent. He redoubled his efforts using hands, tongue and teeth to tease, nip, and tweak until she couldn’t keep still under his hands, her head thrashed from side to side, and her back arched into his hands. He noticed she gripped the sheet in her little fists and he was very content with the effect his loving was having.

“Please, Master Prometheus, please! I need more. Harder, Master, please.” Then he took one tight, light-brown nipple in his mouth and suckled hard, and she screamed.

“Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod!” He did the same to the other nipple with just as dramatic results, then slowly kissed, licked, and suckled his way down her soft, rounded belly to her mound. He parted her folds and licked at her clit. She was hot and swollen. Pushing the hood of her clit up, he flicked his tongue over her tight little pearl, and she shuddered. He heard her nails scratch as she clutched at the sheet in her hands, and her limbs trembled. He redoubled his efforts, at the same time inserting three fingers in her cunt, feeling for her G-spot and then stroking repeatedly. She thrashed even more wildly and moaned. He was delighted with the reaction. His fingers pumped in and out stroking her, and the moans became sobs. That was music to his ears.