de Lune, Clair - Initiation [Prometheus in Chains 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (6 page)

“What is so funny, lassie?” asked Master Angus, and when she told him, he gave a great shout of laughter that had the five Doms turning to look back at him.

“Well, well,” said Master Prometheus. “It’s a long time since I heard that!”

She cuddled closer into Master Angus’s embrace and sighed in contentment.

“I do not want to have to repeat that,” he said. “I do not want anyone else to see you naked or having an orgasm ever again, but if I need to, I
will
do it.”

“Yes, Master Angus,” she said.

“Now I have to go and work again. Go to the locker room with your clothes and get dressed.”

Chapter
Seven

She was allowed to get up, and clutching the blanket about her naked body, she went into the locker room and got dressed. She folded the blanket and, carrying it under her arm, went back into the main room. Master Prometheus took the blanket, and passed it to a sub, and said to her, “There is a drink waiting for you at the bar.”

“Thank you, Master Prometheus.”

She went over to the bar, and yet another large Dom put a bottle of still mineral water in front of her.

“It’s all he’ll let you have, but you can have ice and lemon in it!” And he laughed.

She took her water and went to sit in the uncollared subs’ area again. Gemma and Gloria made room for her next to them. Jessica came back. Master Torquil had her in a tight grip. Instead of her skirt, she had a leather harness around her waist and between her legs.

“Ouch,” said Gemma. “Butt plug!”

Master Torquil took Jessica over to a column to the left of the subs’ area, and Gloria gasped. He tied her hands together and hoisted her arms over her head and attached them to the column, so that she could stand on her feet, which he kept apart with a spreader bar.

On the shelf above her head, he placed a whippy little cane and two remote controls. All the subs’ eyes were riveted on the scene. He turned on the spotlight, which was pointed towards the column and her, bathing her in bright light. Then he took the piece of chalk off the shelf and wrote on the blackboard above her head.

This sub does not know her place. She will stay here for one hour from 9pm.

“I will be back in one hour to release you. Enjoy.” And he laughed and strode off, smiling and saying as he went, “I have not had so much fun in ages.”

Jane was appalled. For the next hour, Dom after Dom read the sentence on the board and either used the cane on her bottom or thighs or one of the remotes to bring her close to orgasm but never let her have release. They kept her arousal at boiling point. Her legs and whole body shook and she moaned ceaselessly.

One hour later, Master Torquil came to get her down. He wrapped her in a soft blanket and picked her up as he strode to a comfortable armchair. He sent a sub for water and salve. He removed the harness and the dildos under the fascinated gazes of the subs. He dispatched one sub to the dungeon to take the dildos and the cane to be cleaned, and then he made Jessica drink her water and, lying her down across his lap, he rubbed salve into her red bottom and thighs. He slipped his huge fingers into her slit and finally gave her the orgasm she had so long wanted. She came screaming on his lap, and he gathered her into his arms in the blanket and rubbed her back, all the time murmuring in her ear.

Master Prometheus, passing with Mistress Catriona, said to her, “This is an evening of wonders indeed!” and they both laughed.

The music in the club switched to Gregorian chant, and Jane went back to the bar to wait for Master Angus. As she waited, she began to think about what Master Angus had done to her and why. She had been too stunned by the punishment meted out to Jessica to think straight before. Could she do what he wanted? Could she stop concentrating on just her bad points? Had she
any
good points? Could she, in spite of Jessica and others like her, who would certainly not let her forget her bad points, focus on what he wanted her to focus on? She had done some research online into the D/s lifestyle so she knew she did
not
want to be a slave. What in fact did she want? She seemed to have come so far but still got nowhere.

“Deep thoughts,” said the Dom behind the bar. “Questions, little sub?”

She was beginning to realize that not all of them were referring to her size when they said “little.”

“Yes,” she said. “What does a Dom want of a sub?”

“Oh, my, there as many answers to that question as there are Doms,” he said. “
You
must talk to
your
Dom.” He pointed to her collar. “Communication, little sub, is all-important.”

She thought about that until a large hand stole around her waist and pulled her off the bar stool and into Master Angus’s arms for a long, slow, breath-stealing, wits-scrambling kiss. The Dom behind the bar said, “Your sub needs to talk to you. She was asking what a Dom wants of a sub.”

“Yes,” said Master Angus. “I realize that. Come along, my little darling. I will take you home.”

They went towards the exit, and the Dom behind the bar looked at Master Prometheus, who had come up in time to hear what Master Angus had said.

“At last!” they said and both laughed heartily.

They turned as Master Torquil said, “Get your coat and shoes and in that locker room speak to nobody and look at nobody, understood?”

“Yes, Master Torquil.”

Jessica went and got her shoes and coat, eyes lowered.

“Well, well, it looks as if she’s sorted,” said Gemma, who was getting her belongings on her way out with Gloria, who replied, “For now, anyway. It remains to be seen if she can keep him interested.”

Out in the reception hall, Master Torquil said to Jessica, “You are far too thin. From now on you
will
eat. I will draw up menus and
you
will make sure you eat what I tell you to when I tell you to or there
will
be consequences.”

She shuddered at that and whispered, “Yes, Master Torquil.” as he escorted her out of the club, his hand on her lower back.

Master Prometheus looked at the Dom behind the bar and raised his eyebrows but said not a word, none were necessary. Master Torquil had never been known to take a sub home, much less concern himself with what she ate or did not eat.

Chapter
Eight

Once at her home, Master Angus took Jane’s keys, opened the door, and turned on the light for her. Oh, but she could get so used to this. Then panic gripped her as once again she reminded herself that
he
was only doing this as a favour for Master Prometheus, and it would not be long before he handed her over to some other Dom or just left her flat after her introduction to the lifestyle was complete. He took her in his arms and kissed her witless then asked, “Do you have any plans for tomorrow?”

“No, Master Angus.”

“I will collect you at ten, and dress for a day in the country.”

He kissed her again, his tongue invading her mouth, his arms tightening around her, and his erection pressing against her stomach. His strong arms felt so right, and his kisses melted her bones. Abruptly he put her away from him.

“When do you get the results of those tests?” he asked

“Monday,” she said, and wished it were Monday already. She could not wait and, by the feel of his erection, neither could he, but he was in control and had said he would not have a condom between them, so wait it would have to be.

As he went out he said,
“Oidhche mhath, mo run.”
As usual, he waited until she locked the door behind him. He went down the steps, got into his car, and drove away.

In a dream, she went about her nightly routine, curled into a ball under the covers, and fell asleep immediately.

The next morning she was awakened once again by the insistent ring of the doorbell.

She remembered to look through the window before she opened the door and saw a man holding a large bouquet of apricot roses, so she flung open the door and smiled at him. He gave her an odd look, but she took the roses and, as she walked through the hall to the kitchen, caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. No wonder he had looked askance at her. She was clad only in her nightdress, cream silk with spaghetti straps, and one strap had broken, allowing one side to sag and reveal one less-than-firm white breast. Oh my! Once, she would have been mortified, but today it did not seem to matter so much. After all, everyone had seen everything she had to offer last night, and the roses needed to be put in water soon.

She found her best Edinburgh crystal vase and arranged the roses carefully. She was not very good at arranging flowers and envied those who, seemingly with the flick of a wrist, made a few blooms look like a work of art. She opted for cutting some roses shorter than the others and quite liked the effect she managed to achieve. From past experience she knew that messing about with the “arrangement” more would make it a whole lot worse. She chose to keep them on the table in the kitchen where she ate the meals she prepared, and she would be able to look at them often. The card said, “I am proud of you. M. Angus.” She glowed at his praise and giggled to see how discreet he had been while still reminding her he was a Dom.

Her porridge eaten, and she really must stop adding cream and sugar to it, and the first of the many cups of tea she drank in a day finished, she showered, washed, and set her hair. Several changes of clothes later, she was dressed in a white balcony bra decorated with violets, the small heart charm on it nestled between her breasts. Over it she added a white stretch camisole, trimmed with lace, as it was none too warm outside, and looked at herself in the mirror. It clung to her curves she was pleased to see. She put on a pale pink brushed cotton shirt and a deeper pink cashmere cardigan. Next she answered her e-mails and checked the weather forecast, adding a pink and white waterproof to her waiting handbag and put on socks and trainers.

She sat down to enjoy another cup of tea and had almost finished when the doorbell sounded again. She had her hand on the door to open it when she remembered and went to look through the window and met Master Angus’s eyes. He smiled his approval. Fortunately, he did not know how close she had been to flinging wide the door without looking. That was a close shave. She saw he was wearing jeans.

“No kilt today, Master Angus?”

“I don’t always wear it,” he replied.

“I suppose not,” she said and giggled. “They said in the club you had been a paratrooper, so you would not wear it then.”

“Wouldn’t I?” he asked, and he chuckled as he watched the thoughts chasing across her face.

“Oh,” she said.

“Just so. One hand for the kilt”—he pretended to reach back between his legs and bring the fabric forward and hold it over his cock—“and one for the parachute.” He raised one hand above his head.

“It gives a whole new meaning to Scottish Country Dancing,” she said, and they both laughed.

“Will you come in for a cup of tea, Master Angus?”

“No,” he said, “rain is forecast for this afternoon, so we must get on while it’s fine.”

So saying, he took her keys and, when she had collected her bag and waterproof, he locked the door and helped her into the car. He drove in silence in the city until they began to take country roads.

“I want to take this time together outside the club to clear up a number of things,” he said, and her heart sank. This was it. He had seen she was getting too close to him, and he was going to remind her that he would have finished with her soon. She sat frozen, her hands clasped on her lap, biting her lips and trying not to cry or let him know she was upset. She looked out of the window but saw nothing through the tears that clouded her eyes.

Why had she thought there might be more? She knew he did not take subs. She had been warned, and
still
she had let herself hope and feel, and now she had no one to blame but herself. It was good that he was going to tell her while they were alone so she would not disgrace herself or him in the club, and it was thoughtful of him not to tell her in her own home, where the memory would always haunt her. She sank her nails into her palms trying to regain control of herself. She would not beg!

“Do not worry,
mo run
,” he said. He could sense all was not right with her, but he had to keep his eyes on the road.

Hell, he thought. “What now?”

Ten minutes later, they entered a pretty village. A stream ran through the middle of it and bisected the village green. Wooden picnic tables with attached benches were scattered over the grass, and a paved area was set aside for parking. The air was clean and pure, and even though it was fairly cold the sun shone for the present. It was early in the year for a picnic, and the daffodils the area was famed for were no longer in bloom so there were not many people visiting the area. Consequently, the car park was almost empty and none of the tables were in use. A few weeks ago, when the daffodils were all in full bloom, the parking area would have been full to overflowing with people eager to see the spring flowers.