Prometheus Triumphant [Prometheus in Chains 8] (Siren Publishing Classic) (7 page)

“Master Prometheus, please, please. Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod.” He pressed the heel of his hand into her swollen folds, connected with her clit, and rubbed. She screamed his name as an avalanche of sweet pleasure swept through her. Her limbs threshed and twitched as she rode it out. He continued to rub her clit, delivering a second orgasm as powerful as the first. She rode that one out, too, but this time he collected her in his arms and held her as she twitched with the aftershocks. She snuggled her head into his chest and breathed the combined scents of the cologne he wore and the scent of his body. She sighed and let her arms creep around him as far as she could reach. With a shock she realised she never wanted to let him go. In a while she stirred and slipped to her knees between his legs. Her bottom was a little sore as she sat back on her heels, but she didn’t mind that one bit. She’d enjoyed the erotic spanking he’d given her. She knew it wasn’t really punishment, but he was right. She hadn’t paid sufficient attention to what he’d said about not going outside of the hospital and more importantly to why he’d said it. He was worried for her safety in case Alfred had told Jim where she was and she’d risked going out for a few groceries. She ought to have waited and gone after work with him.

Jenny gently lowered his zip and took out his cock and balls. He was painfully erect, and she wasn’t going to be able to take all of him in her mouth, so she first licked the head of his cock, swollen and an angry red colour, but he tasted salty and musky. Licking his pre-cum she took the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around. As she lashed her tongue across the head and delicately stabbed the tip into his slit, he groaned. She took the base of his cock into her hands and pumped them up and down as she licked and sucked for all she was worth. Rolling his balls with one hand she continued to pump her hand in tandem with her mouth until she felt him tense, then jet after jet of hot salty semen hit the back of her throat as he pumped his cock into her willing mouth. She swallowed all she could, licked him clean, and swiped her tongue lovingly over his slit one more time, then tucked him back into his trousers and carefully zipped him up.

* * * *

A couple of days later his old friend, Jack Robinson, came to the flat to see them.

“Hello, Jack, can I take it you have some news?”

“Yes, the Metropolitan police are very interested in Jenny’s information. The Fraud Squad is investigating Jim Laurents for money laundering. This charge will allow them to arrest him and search his house.”

“I
shall
have to go to London then?” Jenny’s voice shook as she asked the question.

Prometheus gathered her close to him. She was shivering, and he wondered if she’d be able to go through with it. The memories had haunted her and followed her for the past seven years. It wouldn’t be easy to conquer the very natural fear she felt, reinforced by so many years of looking over her shoulder.

“Yes, there will be a trial, and you’ll have to appear in court if you want him charged.”

Prometheus looked at her. She was pale, but she wasn’t crying and hadn’t broken down. He knew how much he wanted her. His need to protect her warred with the need to get her to face what had happened and put it behind her. She’d lived with it for seven years, and its effects had kept them apart for a long time. It was time to face it, to face Jim and get it cleared up. She couldn’t live with this hanging over her forever. It would ruin any chance of happiness she had, they had.

“I think you
have
to go, Jenny. You have to face him in court and conquer the fear of him. He’s only a man and so he can be beaten. You can’t allow him to make you afraid for the rest of your life.”

“I know, Master Prometheus, but it’s not easy. I’ve been running for seven years, and I know he’ll ruin me if he can. I’m tired of running, but I don’t want to lose all I have here.”

“You won’t, Jenny. You won’t lose me or the club or any of your friends here. They aren’t fair-weather friends. They’ll all stand by you whatever the outcome. I’ll go to London with you. My lawyer will represent you. You aren’t alone now. You have friends, and Jim will find out that you aren’t to be intimidated anymore. Alfred will repeat his statement to the police. We’ll make sure he does that before Jim gets to him. If you want we can ask Gloria and Master Llewellyn to go with us. Then you will have some female company. Gloria is pregnant but only four months gone. Maybe she’d like a change of scene and to do some shopping.” He thought that the female company would distract Jenny and her concern for a pregnant Gloria would get her mind off her own troubles. He knew that Llewellyn had had some problems with Gloria’s being out of sorts, and a trip would take her mind off her woes. The women could do some baby-oriented shopping, and their men would indulge them.

“Yes, I’d like that, Master Prometheus.”

* * * *

Jenny was grateful to Master Prometheus for offering to go with her and have his lawyer represent her. She knew she was risking losing all she’d built here. The newspapers would get hold of it and blow it up out of all proportion, but he’d said he’d go with her. She wanted a life and a future with Master Prometheus. If he was willing to help and to stand by her, this was her chance to confront Jim. She wouldn’t be alone, and Master Prometheus wouldn’t let Jim harm her. She knew Jim’s lawyer would do all he could to blacken her character in court, but she’d have to face that in order to have peace. She was tired of being afraid, of looking over her shoulder and of dreading that one day Jim would appear like Alfred had done. This was her chance to stand up to the bully and show him she wasn’t afraid anymore, even if she was. She had help, and she could do this. It was what Prometheus wanted her to do, too. She’d do it. She saw he was watching her and waiting for the answer to his question.

“I’ll do it, Master Prometheus.” He hugged her to him, and his friend, Jack, looked happy, too.

* * * *

Two months later she was back in Watford. She was staying in a pleasant hotel with Master Prometheus. Gloria and Master Llewellyn were with them. They ate their meals together, and the men took them shopping. Llewellyn, with Gloria being six months pregnant now, was very, very attentive, more than usual even for him. He missed nothing, and Jenny smiled to see him making sure Gloria ate and rested. He was so very proud of her, holding her hand and patting it as they walked along. He didn’t complain about visiting endless shops to look at baby clothes and equipment. On the contrary, it was Gloria who stopped him buying every last thing she picked up to look at. Jenny was a little envious and wondered if she’d ever be pregnant. She sat and daydreamed about Master Prometheus taking such good care of her.

“We’re all going for a walk in the park to get some fresh air. You’ve been in and out of shops all day. Time for fresh air.”

Master Llewellyn wouldn’t take no for an answer, so they all walked down the road and into the park at the end of the street. When they’d been walking for twenty minutes, Gloria had to go to the toilet. Jenny went with her, and the two Doms sat on a park bench to wait. The toilets were by the gates to the park. Gloria came out first, followed by Jenny. A man pushed past Gloria and caught Jenny. A pad was placed over her mouth, and she knew no more.

* * * *

When Prometheus heard Gloria scream, he and Llewellyn both jumped up and ran to where she was.

“A man’s taken Jenny. He went out of the park gates with her.”

Prometheus left Llewellyn to look after Gloria and ran out of the park. He saw a man jump into a dark-blue car, and he ran after the car as it took off. He caught up with it in time to see Jenny lying on the back seat. He tried frantically to open the door, to get to her, but it was locked and the car pulled away, leaving him frustrated on the street. He looked at the registration and memorised it, praying the plates weren’t false.

* * * *

Jim looked over his shoulder, checking on Jenny, who lay on the back seat with her hands tied in front of her. He grinned. She was out cold. He hoped he hadn’t overdone the chloroform as he wanted some fun before he killed her. He drove to the outskirts of the town to a warehouse. He got out of the car, picked Jenny up and slung her over his shoulder, fireman fashion. He unlocked the door of the warehouse and took her in. In the office, partitioned off from the rest, he sat her on a chair and taped her ankles to the legs. Her head lolled forward. He wondered how long the bitch would be out. He was looking forward to seeing her face when she recognised him. He’d gloated for a long time over his last view of her, as he and Alfred left the hotel room, throwing money over her as they went. That had been the impulse of the moment, but he’d enjoyed the look on her face. She whimpered now but didn’t come to. He decided to do a few lines before that happened. He needed the fix, so he went into the small bathroom.

* * * *

Slowly Jenny came to her senses. She knew who’d taken her. It couldn’t be anyone else. He was in the room, and she couldn’t hold back the small whimper of fright. She heard him moving about and muttering to himself. She had to pretend to be unconscious. Prometheus needed time to find her. She never doubted that he
would
find her. He would save her. Master Llewellyn was with him, and between the two of them, they were more than a match for Jim, especially as he was, no doubt, high on drugs at the moment. She heard a door close nearby. She tried to look around without moving her head, in case he was still watching. She couldn’t see much. She was in a small room that looked like an office. Her legs were fastened to the chair, and her hands were bound and resting in her lap. She looked at the knot. She thought that she could maybe undo it with her teeth. She heard a curse from the other room as something crashed to the floor. So he was in there. She mustn’t waste the opportunity. She lifted her hands and got to work with her teeth.

* * * *

Prometheus had lost his legendary cool. He hadn’t managed to reach Jack or the police on his mobile yet. Jenny was gone, God knew where. It must be with that Jim. She was in danger, and he was afraid he’d never see her again. Jim had no reason to keep her alive. He paced back and forth. He’d never been so scared in his life. He’d fought in the Falklands but that was his own safety he was risking. This was his defenceless little Jenny in the hands of that man. She was afraid of Jim, too. Yet she’d put up her little chin and said she’d charge him. Why had she done that? She’d wanted to have peace. She wanted to please Prometheus. She knew it was what he wanted and if any harm came to her now he’d never forgive himself. As these thoughts went round and round in his head, he kept on dialling the number and willing Jack to pick up the phone. Ten minutes later he did.

“Jack? Thank God I’ve got you. Someone has taken Jenny ten minutes ago in a dark-blue car. Registration number ZY92 STD.”

“All right. Leave it to me. I’ll get it sorted and ring you back.”

“We’ll go back to the hotel and wait outside.”

“Good idea. Someone will pick you up.”

Masters Prometheus and Lewellyn, with Gloria, went back to the hotel.

“Come along, I’ll take you upstairs, gloria. You lie down and rest, and I promise I’ll phone as soon as I have any news. You mustn’t leave the room on any account, and don’t open the door to anyone but me.” Llewellyn was insistent. She was his slave and she would obey him in this. He had no intention of letting her risk herself or their child.

“But, Master, I would like to come with you. Jenny may need me.” Gloria tried to argue with him. Normally she would have accepted and done what he told her, but she was afraid for Jenny and nervous at being left on her own.

“Cariad, I need to help Prometheus. Who knows what we will find and what we may have to do. I won’t be able to do that unless I know for certain you’re safe. No more now, do as you’re bid. Think of our son.”

After that she gave in, and he took her upstairs and waited outside the room until he heard her lock the door, then he went down to Prometheus.

They waited outside the hotel, and very soon a police car stopped by them. When they had identified themselves, they got into the car, and it left in a hurry. Its blues and twos moved all traffic out of its way.

* * * *

The knot was almost untied, when Jenny heard the bathroom door opening. Her hands fell to her lap, she let her neck go limp, and her head lolled forward. He came in. She knew he was looking at her, waiting for a sign that she was awake. He’d been taking something in there. She was so frightened of him, still she held herself still, hoping he’d be fooled. She felt hot and sticky and she could smell her own sweat and fear. She could feel the sweat trickle down between her breasts. She remembered that night seven years ago and had all on to cling to her self-control. She couldn’t make a sound or let him know she was awake. She had to do this and if she held on long enough Master Prometheus would come for her. She repeated that thought over and over in her head and it gave her a measure of comfort.

“Not awake yet, bitch. If you don’t hurry up I’ll be fucking you, conscious or not. I prefer to see your face when I fuck you. I want you to know it’s me and what I’m going to do to you.”

Jenny controlled her fear with difficulty.

“Little whore, I want some fun before I kill you. You’re going to earn that money we left you. You’ll pay for getting me into trouble with the law,” Jim said and kicked her. She didn’t see it coming and couldn’t help the yelp of pain.