Prometheus Triumphant [Prometheus in Chains 8] (Siren Publishing Classic) (6 page)

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At first, when Jenny awoke the next morning, she didn’t remember where she was, and she panicked. The smell of Prometheus on the pillow next to her was reassuring. The events of the previous evening and night came back to her, and she smiled. She got up to use the bathroom. When she came out, the smell of frying bacon attracted her to the kitchen, reminding her she was ravenous.

“Can I help, Master Prometheus?”

“Yes, you can make the toast and lay the table if you will.”

She remembered where he kept the cutlery and the plates.

“Orange juice and milk are in the fridge. The cereals are in that cupboard.”

It all sounded good to her. She was so very hungry. She couldn’t remember when she’d had such an appetite.

“Tea or coffee?”

“Tea, please, Master Prometheus.”

“Any particular sort?”

“I loved the orange blossom tea yesterday. Do you have any more of that?”

“Yes, in that cupboard, over the sink.”

She found the tea and put two spoonfuls of the fragrant leaves into the teapot’s infuser. She filled the kettle and switched it on. While she waited for it to boil, she filled glasses with orange juice and put them on the table. She collected cereals. There were several varieties.

“Which cereal do you prefer, Master Prometheus?”

“Weetabix, please, Jenny.”

She placed two Weetabix in a bowl for him, and Alpen muesli for herself. She placed the teapot on a mat. They ate the cereals, then a plate of crispy bacon and a fried egg.

“My, you are hungry, Jenny. What on earth have you been doing to give you such an appetite?” Master Prometheus teased. She blushed, but she was very hungry so she ate all her bacon and egg.

“Would you like a cup of tea?” she asked. When he nodded she poured them both a big cup of tea. She added milk to hers and noticed he didn’t take sugar either. When she was on her second slice of toast, Master Prometheus took her hand.

“If it’s too soon, Jenny, please say so, but I’d like you to stay here with me, at least until this business is sorted out. We can see how it goes after that. I’ll understand if you want to go slower.”

Jenny looked at him. She’d loved him for two years and had always wanted more than the public scenes but hadn’t been able to trust herself. Last night, when he’d asked her to stay, she’d felt as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She’d been alone for so long. She’d been afraid, too, not just of Jim and Alfred but of trusting anyone. It was time to take a chance. She had to trust someone sometime and where better to start than with him? She’d be running a risk but it would be well worth it if it paid off. She looked into Master Prometheus’s eyes and saw love and understanding. She reached out and took his hand.

“Thank you, Master Prometheus. I’d like that very much.”

* * * *

Prometheus let out his breath. He’d not meant to ask that so soon. It had just come out when he looked at her, sitting eating breakfast in his kitchen. She was relaxed and happy, and she looked so at home sitting there. It felt so right to have her there. It had felt good to wake up with her in his arms, even if he had pins and needles when he’d eased her onto the pillow as he got up. He’d put up with ten times worse to sleep with her. When she’d looked at him as he asked her, he wondered what he’d do if she said no. She said yes, and his heart soared. He knew he had the silliest grin on his face. He lifted the hand she’d extended to him to his lips and kissed her fingers. Then, getting to his feet, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her cheek.

“I promise you won’t regret it, Jenny wren.”

He intended to make sure that she never wanted to leave.

After breakfast he took her to her flat to pack a suitcase. She called into work to say she’d be in the next day.

“Where do you work, Jenny?”

“I’m a medical secretary in the local hospital. I type up patients’ notes on the computer, and I keep the files up-to-date. I pass on any requests for follow-up appointments. I work mainly in ophthalmology.”

“What hours do you work?”

“Normally eight thirty to four thirty.”

“Good, that means I can take you to work and fetch you home.”

“I can catch a bus, Master Prometheus.”

“I know you can. I’d prefer to take you and fetch you back. That way I shall know you’re safe. I don’t want any argument, Jenny.”

This last was said in his Dom’s voice, the one that everyone in Prometheus in Chains knew well. He was pleased to see she responded by letting her gaze fall to the floor and agreeing to what he wanted. He didn’t
want
to warm her behind at this stage, but she
would
obey him in this.

“Here’s my mobile number so you can call me if you’re delayed. I’ll drop you off in the morning and wait for you at the same place in the evening.”

“Yes, Master Prometheus.”

They went back to the club and he settled her in his flat. He left her to get her clothes arranged. When she’d finished she decided to make lunch for them both. He hadn’t asked her to, but she wanted to surprise him. She used the minced beef with onions and mushrooms and a carton of passata to make a sauce for the spaghetti. There was fruit for dessert or he’d said he had ice cream. Tomorrow, in her lunch hour, she’d shop for what they needed. She made a mental note to ask if he liked fish. She’d get cooking apples, flour, and butter to make him an apple pie, and some cream to serve with it. She checked the cupboards. Finding sugar but no cinnamon, she added that to her list. She was enjoying being in his home and his kitchen. She looked forward to making meals here and having a normal life. She so hoped it would last. Leaving the sauce to simmer, she placed cutlery, plates, and glasses on the table. She found a large pan for the spaghetti. She looked at her watch. It was early, so she’d make a cup of tea. By tomorrow she’d have homemade cakes and scones to accompany it. For today she’d make do with just the tea. She’d just poured water over the tea leaves when the door opened and Master Prometheus walked in, sniffing appreciatively.

“That smells so good,” he declared. “Is that tea in the pot? Is there enough for me? I’d love a cup.” She gave him a mug of tea with milk, remembering he didn’t take sugar. They took their hot drinks to the living room and sat close on the sofa.

“What are you making for lunch?”

“Just spaghetti Bolognese, Master Prometheus.”

“It smells very good, and I’m partial to spaghetti Bolognese. I have grated Parmesan in the cupboard, too, if you like it. Now, I have the afternoon free. The Doms’ meeting has finished, as there was little to discuss. I left them to enjoy their lunch downstairs. Would you like to go for a drive this afternoon? I have to be back before the club opens, but we have time to go for afternoon tea in town, if you like, or go for a drink in a country pub. The choice is yours.”

“A drink in a country pub sounds lovely. We can eat whenever you’re ready. I just have to cook the spaghetti.”

“Let’s eat now then and we’ll have more time for our drive. Put the spaghetti on and come back here.” He took the empty cup from her and placed it by his on the small table.

She did as she was bid, then came back.

“Sit on my lap.”

She sat as he indicated, her bottom on his lap and her back to the sofa arm, her feet up on the sofa. He cuddled her close and nuzzled her neck. His nipping and licking at her earlobe made her giggle. He didn’t seem to want deep, passionate kisses, just licks and nibbles all over her face and neck.

“I want you to wear tops that show off your lovely breasts. I want to be able to look my fill and to get at them easily whenever I want to, without all these buttons. Do you have any like that?”

Jenny was wearing jeans and a button-up red plaid blouse with long sleeves.

“Not really, Master Prometheus. I can leave more buttons undone if you like.”

“Don’t you have any thin sweaters with deep V necklines?”

“No, Master Prometheus. I never really wanted to draw that much attention to myself “

“No, of course you didn’t. Forgive me, Jenny wren. I should have thought of that.”

“That’s okay, Master Prometheus.”

“Are you willing to wear those for me or do you prefer to wait until it’s all sorted out?”

“I’ll gladly wear that sort of thing for you in this flat, but outside, unless it’s in the club, I’d prefer to be covered up, for the present.”

He kissed her soundly and the cooker-timer went off, so they had lunch, and he took her to his car. Soon they were outside the city and in the Derbyshire Peak District. They stopped in Grindleford and walked about the small town for a while, standing on the bridge and looking at the river. Selecting a pub, they went in to order.

“Do you do afternoon teas?” Jenny asked.

“Yes, we do. I’ll get you the menu,” the pleasant waitress said.

“I think we shall have ham sandwiches, followed by coffee and walnut cake, is that all right for you, Jenny?” Prometheus asked. They had a huge pot of tea and finished the lot. Afterwards they walked back to the car.

“I want to buy you some flowers, Jenny wren.”

“Really there is no need, Master Prometheus.”

“I know but I insist. Just choose the ones you’d like best.”

“Then I’d like some of these gold and bronze chrysanthemums, please.” She smiled as she carried the wrapped flowers back to the car. It had been so long since anyone had bought her flowers.

* * * *

The next day Prometheus dropped her off in the car park of the hospital. He told her to be careful, not to leave the hospital until he got there, and to call him if she was going to be late. She promised to do that. He kissed her soundly and drove away. At lunchtime she left the hospital and went to the local shops. There she bought all that was on her list, so she could bake for him. At four thirty when she went down to the car park he was waiting. He eyed the carrier bags.

“What’s in the bags?”

“I’ve been shopping for the ingredients to bake, Master Prometheus.”

“Didn’t you hear me tell you to stay in the hospital? If you wanted to shop, I could have taken you. You mustn’t go wandering about in case Alfred told Jim where you are.”

“I thought you meant now when you were coming to get me, not during the day, Master Prometheus.”

“I’ll take that into consideration when I warm your behind then.”

“You’re going to spank me, Master Prometheus?”

“Indeed I am, Jenny wren. You won’t put yourself in danger again!”

* * * *

When they got back to the flat, Jenny found she was very aroused. He’d said no more, but she knew he meant what he said. He hadn’t really spanked her much in their public scenes and never for punishment. She was surprised she didn’t feel worried or apprehensive. Just a few days had made such a difference to her life and her confidence. She knew it was because of him. She busied herself putting her purchases away in the kitchen. He’d carried the bags upstairs for her and put them on the work-surface. Then, he’d left her there. She wondered where he was, what he was doing, why he’d left her alone, and, most importantly, when he’d come for her. She was certain he would come eventually. She’d almost finished tidying all her purchases away. She bent over the drawer in the bottom of the fridge as she placed the last of the salad items in it. Two large hands closed over her waist, and she squeaked in surprise.

“Did you think I’d forgotten, Jenny wren?”

“Oh, no, Master Prometheus.”

He picked her up, closed the fridge door with his foot and carried her into to bedroom.

“Strip! Punishments are given in the nude.”

Her hands shook as she took off her clothes, but in excitement, not in apprehension. Her nipples were hard little pebbles, and cream ran down her legs. She clamped her legs together and stood with her arms crossed over her breasts.

“Oh, no, my little one. Arms down by your sides and legs apart. Let me see what’s mine.”

She complied, and he ran his fingernails across her nipples, making her moan as jolts of pleasure rocketed from them to her cunt. He smiled as he saw the effect he had on her and did it again. She was hard-pressed to remain still. Even more moisture gathered in her cunt and seeped down her legs. He leaned into her and sniffed in appreciation.

“You’re looking forward to this then, Jenny wren?”

“Yes, Master Prometheus,” she whispered.

“Better make a start then. Who am I to keep a lady waiting?” He chuckled. “Over my knee I think this time.”

He walked away and sat on a straight-backed chair with no arms that had been placed at the bottom of the bed. So that’s where he’d gone. She started to walk slowly over to him.

“Oh no, Jenny wren. For a punishment you must crawl to me.”

She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over to the chair. He helped her to drape herself over his knees. She clutched his ankle and waited. He bent and placed a couple of kisses on her bottom.

“You’re pale now, my lovelies,” he said, patting her bottom. “But I’ll soon bring some colour to those cheeks.” As the first
crack
rang out in the room, she squeaked. She’d schooled herself to expect it, but still it took her by surprise. Her bottom smarted. Then he began in earnest and peppered her behind with stinging slaps. The heat in her cheeks grew, and her arousal increased in proportion. Soon she was panting and moaning, thrusting up her bottom to meet his firm hand. All too soon he stopped, parted her thighs and inserted three fingers into her cunt. He finger fucked her, twisting his fingers as he withdrew, stroking her G-spot. She moaned and panted as he drove her toward an orgasm.