Prometheus Triumphant [Prometheus in Chains 8] (Siren Publishing Classic) (3 page)

The next room was the playroom, with all the standard BDSM equipment, spanking bench, St. Andrew’s cross, hooks from the ceiling, manacles on the walls and a cage in one corner.

He’d seen nothing out of place so far, but still the feeling of unease persisted. He tried to shrug it off, but he couldn’t. He wanted a future with Jenny before he was too old to enjoy it.

The Romantic room was next in pink and white. Crisp, white cotton sheets and a duvet dressed the bed, with banks of pillows all white cotton and heavy lace trim. He could just imagine Jenny wren in here lying back on those pillows, looking at him out of her big eyes and awaiting his pleasure. His cock swelled and twitched at the idea, but she’d said no so very decisively that his dream had to be forgotten.

He sighed in regret, because he wasn’t going to have his fantasy with Jenny any day soon, if at all the way things were going. He went to look at the last room. This was the medieval room, done in dark-oak panels with cream paint on the wall above them. The bed linens had the Tudor rose emblazoned on them.

Each and every room had been cleaned, fresh towels and toiletries laid out, and all was in readiness for the evening. He expected no less and would have been seriously put out if he’d found anything lacking. His members paid a considerable sum in fees and expected to be provided with a high standard of service, with facilities well above the average, as well as privacy. What happened in Prometheus in Chains stayed within the walls. His staff were hand-picked, loyal, and discreet. He paid them well to ensure they stayed that way. Too many important men and women were members for him to risk any breach of security.

Prometheus was satisfied that whatever was troubling him it wasn’t to do with these rooms. Some were already booked for sessions during the celebrations tonight. He would check with Linda in reception and see if there were any vacant times, and maybe Jenny would change her mind. Maybe pigs would fly, too.

He went back to the ground floor, looked in on the kitchens where his staff were hard at work preparing the food for later. It would be a buffet meal, but they had carte blanche and he was sure the food would be superb. The usual finger foods some Doms always required for their subs, slaves, or pets would of course be provided.

He went down to the basement and checked Master Torquil’s dungeon. The rest of the rooms down there were located behind a locked grill with a keypad for entry and full of furnaces, boilers, equipment not in use.

It seemed that all was perfectly peaceful and he had nothing to worry about. He went over to the screen in the corner of his office and, opening it, keyed in the private number. He opened the door which led to Eric’s domain, went in, and checked with the staff. All were in their places, all the monitors worked, and recordings were being made. The equipment was state-of-the-art. The staff had been screened and recruited by Eric. Many of them were ex-military. He sighed and left. Nothing seemed out of place, but still he was uneasy. He took the stairs to his home, two at a time. He was going to have a hot shower then read a while or maybe catch up on private correspondence before it was time to dress. A sandwich and a glass of blackberry and pomegranate juice awaited him in the kitchen, but first the shower. He stripped off and turned on the jets, nice and hot tonight. His cock was hard and painful, and he needed the relief he wouldn’t get with Jenny until later, if at all. He was no fan of masturbation, as it left him feeling more frustrated, but it brought some relief, and he needed something to take the edge off. He soaped his hand and began to pump up and down the hard, rigid length. Leaning one hand on the wall, he rested his head against his arm and brought himself to a quick release. As he’d suspected, his cock didn’t soften a great deal, but maybe it was enough to get him through the evening. There was one more thing he could do, and he turned the control to cold, staying under the jets for as long as he could stand it. That did help a little. Then he took a towel, wrapped it around his middle, and headed to the kitchen for his sandwich and juice.

* * * *

Jenny sat by Master Torquil’s side. He knew she trusted him because he loved Gemma, and Gemma loved him, so he wasn’t interested in Jenny in that way at all. He knew that he looked huge and intimidating, with his bald head and Celtic tattoos, but he knew, too, he was comforting to have as a friend, and she seemed to need every friend she could get.

“I need to speak to you when I have my break,” he said.

“Very well, Master Torquil.”

When he got to back to the bar, she was waiting. He got his bottle of water and took her over to one of the sofas. He noticed that Prometheus’s eyes followed their every move.

“Jenny, you’re fond of Master Prometheus, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, Master Torquil, I am.”

“Then what’s stopping you taking it further?”

“I don’t want to be alone with any man, not even Master Prometheus.”

“What
has
he done to you?”

“It wasn’t him, Master Torquil. It was in another club. But I don’t trust anyone since then.”

“Tell me, Jenny wren!” he said, using the name Master Prometheus had always used for her. Hesitantly, she did.

“That is terrible, Jenny. I can’t believe those two were real Doms. Safe, sane, and consensual is the code most of us live by. They seem never to have heard of it to inflict such abuse on you.”

Torquil was appalled at the abuse and the threats. She hadn’t told him all the details, he was sure. Nor did she name the men involved.

“They were important men in that city, and I’m sure they could do what they threatened, so I kept quiet. I also decided I’d do no more scenes in private, so it could never happen to me again.”

“I don’t know how I am to sort this out, just at the moment,” he said. He didn’t have her permission to tell anyone, so he couldn’t let Prometheus in on the problem. He patted her arm.

“Don’t worry, Jenny wren. I
will
find a way to sort it out. Let me think about it for a while.”

He saw she looked a bit happier at that and only wished he might come up with some sort of solution. At the moment, he didn’t have a clue how to fix it.

* * * *

In the city centre Jenny finished her shopping and headed to the bus stop. She waited in the queue, feeling uneasy, as if someone was watching her. As she mounted the bus steps she looked behind her but saw no one she recognised. She tried to shake off the feeling, telling herself it was stupid, that no one was there, but it persisted. At her stop she got off the bus and hurried down the street, pausing for nothing until she locked the flat door behind her and leaned against it. “Safe.” She breathed a sigh of relief as she checked the padlock again. She was going to the club later on and, as she felt uneasy, she ordered a taxi. When it arrived she put on her long raincoat, belted it tightly around her waist, and locked the flat door behind her. She looked up and down the street before getting into the taxi. There were a few parked cars and another taxi waiting in the street, but no one was about. She saw no one and berated herself for being scared and worrying about nothing. It must have been brought on by all the thinking about what had happened to her and trying to decide what to do about Master Prometheus.

The taxi dropped her off at the club entrance, and she hurried across the dimly lit car park into the main entrance hall.

“Hello, Jenny, you’re out of breath. What’s the matter? You look flustered,” Linda said.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I just hurried through the car park.”

“Yes, it is dimly lit. Master Prometheus is having better security lighting installed this week. That’s not before time. After what happened when Fiona was assaulted by Gordon.”

“Yes, that’s a good idea.” Jenny took her coat off in the locker room and combed her hair.
I do look flustered.
She took a few deep, calming breaths and walked out of the locker room.

“Hello, whore.” She recognised the voice. She’d never forget it. She whirled round. It was Jim’s friend. Her knees buckled, and she fainted.

She came to her senses in Master Prometheus’s office. He was there with Master Torquil and Jim’s friend.

“I repeat, what the fuck did you say or do to her to make her react like that?” Master Prometheus’s voice was barely controlled.

“I just said hello. I never laid a finger on her.”

“Bugger that, you must have done something!” Master Torquil, large and menacing, was inches from the man’s face, and he looked very angry to Jenny. The man had backed away so far that he was up against the wall and could retreat no farther.

“Well we shall find out when she comes to. If you
have
harmed a hair of her head I’ll rip your spine out myself,” Prometheus declared. Jenny watched as Torquil turned and looked at Master Prometheus in amazement.

“What’s your name, and why are you in my club? You’re from London with that accent.”

“My name is Alfred Mooney, and I’m from Watford. I’m here on a visit.”

“Why my club? It’s way out of the city centre, and it’s not advertised.”

“He must have followed me here.” Jenny’s voice was unsteady. Master Prometheus turned and walked over to her.

“Do you know him, Jenny wren?” The tone of his voice was like a caress. Jenny held out her hand, he took it and pulled her into a sitting position, holding her close to his chest.

“Tell me, Jenny wren. It’s time to tell me everything.”

“Tell him!” Master Torquil said. Jenny saw Master Prometheus look questioningly at Master Torquil. Then it all came spilling out, between tears, sobs, and hiccups. She told him about Jim Laurents, the club, the date at the hotel, the mistreatment, and the threats. She saw Master Prometheus’s face at first express surprise then set in anger.

Oh well, that’s it. I’ve lost him, she thought.
He won’t want a little whore like me.

Alfred Mooney looked more and more uncomfortable. She saw he was sweating, running his fingers under his collar, and looking pale.

I’m glad he’s suffering.
When she’d finished she couldn’t look at Master Prometheus.
I’ve lost him.

“Look at me, Jenny wren.” His voice was gentle but very firm. She looked up into his eyes in wonder. The understanding, sympathy, and love she saw there stunned her into silence.

“What do you want me to do about this piece of shit?” he asked her gently.

“Nothing. You can do nothing. Jim said they had friends who would swear that they’d both been playing cards with them all night. Who’d believe me? I thought it was all over, but now he’s found me, I shall have to go somewhere else.”

“No, Jenny wren.
You
are going nowhere. My lawyer is on the way here. Alfred is going to tell him everything in front of witnesses. The lawyer will write down everything that he and Jim did. Then you can have him charged if you like. He’s followed you here, so you can report it to the police here, and it will be dealt with here. Jack Robinson can help us, too. He is still in Special Branch and has contacts in London.”

Alfred was looking sicker by the minute.

“I’m afraid he will say all sorts of things about me and people will believe him, not me.”

“Jack will help us. I’m sure. Tell me all you can about Jim Laurents, and I’ll get Jack to see what he can find out. After that you can decide what you want to do.”

“Thank you, Master Prometheus.”

“We’ll talk again in a while, Jenny. Lie back and relax now. Linda from reception is making you a pot of tea.”

“That would be lovely, Master Prometheus.”

“Do you want to stay here and hear what he has to say, or do you prefer to go up to my flat with Linda until it’s all over?”

“I’d rather not be here, if you don’t mind, Master Prometheus.”

“Linda will take you upstairs and stay with you, unless some of your friends are in the club and you’d rather they be with you?”

“If Jane’s here, I’d like her to be with me. If it’s okay with Master Angus.”

“Linda will go and find out.”

In a few minutes Jane and Master Angus came in with Linda. Master Angus picked up the tray, and, going to the door, keyed in the code. He held the door for Jane and Jenny, and they left.

* * * *

“Now, Alfred. Let me explain what you’re going to do. You will make a sworn statement to my lawyer with the true facts of that evening, and then we will witness it. My lawyer will get a restraining order, and you will leave Jenny alone. Do you understand?”

“Yes, but what about Jim? He’s going to kill me for this.”

“Well that’s your problem. You should never have followed her here. If you’d left her alone, none of this would have come out.”

There was a knock on the door, and Linda showed the lawyer in. He heard Prometheus out in silence then sat down and carefully wrote down what Alfred said.

“I’ll get this typed up, and you can all sign it.” He walked over to Prometheus’s desk and did just that. He printed off two copies and had Alfred, then Masters Torquil and Prometheus sign it, and then he signed it himself. He kept one copy and gave the other to Prometheus.