Reconciliation [Prometheus in Chains 5] (Siren Publishing Classic) (8 page)

“I, Llewellyn, take thee, gloria, to be my slave and my property. I shall love, honour, protect, nurture, discipline, and cherish you as my slave.”

He took her hand and raised her to her feet. Helping her up was something new.

Gloria stood with her legs wide, facing Llewellyn, crossed her wrists behind her back, her eyes lowered, and said, “I, gloria, take thee, Llewellyn, to be my Master and Owner. I shall love, honour, and obey and be the property of my Master until death do us part or until—” But he interrupted. There should have been “or until my Master and Owner sells or gives me as property to another” after the “until death do us part.”

“That part won’t be necessary. I highlighted it and crossed it out on the cards I gave you. You won’t say that as part of your vows. It will never be invoked as I will
never
be giving or selling you to anyone ever,” Llewellyn said categorically. He insisted she omit it. She looked at the second card, and it was as he said. She’d not looked at it before because she’d learned the words for him. She was so happy. He wanted her. He would neither give nor sell her this time, and now she believed it and could be happy without reservations, especially given the circumstances. She was almost sure she was pregnant, but wanted to be certain before she told him.

Llewellyn said, “gloria, with this collar, I command your submission and with this leash I impose my control on you.”

The collar he placed around her neck was a black leather choker. The chains that adorned it and the buckle and small padlock were of gold.

“Gold from deep in the mountains of Wales,” he said as he fastened the buckle, attached the padlock, then let fall the chain around his neck with the key hanging over his heart.

Gloria’s eyes misted with unshed tears as she took his hand in hers and kissed it as he attached the leash.

“Master, I thank you for accepting my submission and consenting to control me,” she replied.

“We are now Master and slave. Slave, prepare to be whipped,” he said.

Gloria dropped to her knees, legs wide, placed her forehead to the floor, her arms over her head with her palms up, and her behind raised in the air. Llewellyn took a crop and brought it down smartly on her behind.

She neither moved nor cried out. She was proud to be his slave, and under no circumstances would she do anything that would reflect badly upon him. He could have whipped her harder and for longer, but he didn’t. It was to be a token whipping only then. Could he possibly suspect? She wasn’t yet sure herself, so no, he really couldn’t, she thought.

Jane had organised the food with the help of Gemma and Jenny and the club’s kitchen staff. The party was a huge success and nobody really noticed that she only took a token sip of the champagne served for the toast. In any case Llewellyn must have taken and finished
her
glass by accident as, when she looked, it was empty. She felt tired but so very happy. She knew if he’d omitted those words in the ceremony, he would never go back on his word, so this time it really was forever. This ceremony had been different, as had the wording. Last time the wording had included the option for either of them to terminate the M/s relationship if they so wished. This time Llewellyn had chosen a form of words very much like the marriage vows. The last pieces of the icy fingers that had clawed at her heart for so long fell away. Her heart was light, and she began to believe in the happy-ever-after ending she had seen so many of her friends achieve and despaired of having for herself. She looked at Llewellyn and sighed. He was such a beautiful man and all hers. As if he felt her eyes on him, he turned and looked at her in concern, and his eyes glowed with the fire of affection.

She wondered if he realised that the omission of those words was the last piece of comfort she needed. Silly fool,
she thought.
Of course he knows, and he left them out on purpose. He wanted to do something that would make this Taking Ceremony different and make you realise he was in earnest. And you almost made a mess of it by learning it off by heart and spoiling it.
She wondered if he would like his surprise on his birthday. Not long to wait now. It was becoming difficult in the mornings, as she had to go to the bathroom and often was sick. Luckily, so far he’d slept on and not woken up and missed her presence by the bed. He must be very tired with all his teaching and the planning he was helping Prometheus to do. He’d scarcely paid any attention to her breasts lately, for which she was very grateful. They were quite tender, and his usual forceful tweaking and suckling would have tried her fortitude. She would never deny him any pleasure, and she was usually driven wild when he suckled her. She wondered how long the tenderness would last and resolved to find out soon. A dark velvet voice said, “Time to go home, cariad. You look so tired. Has this all been too much for you on top of the Open University course and the new house?”

“No, Master,” she said, and her knickers were wet with her cream as they always were when he looked at her in
that
way. “I’m ready to go home when you are.”

Llewellyn had gone out early as he had a Dom’s class. He was trying to fit in as many as he could, so that he could have a couple of days off to move into the new house. He’d given her carte blanche with the decorating. That
was
odd, she thought. Usually he liked to have input on every single thing she did. He’d said he was growing soft, and she wondered if it were true. He’d certainly gone very leniently with her at the taking ceremony. She had three pregnancy tests that had been positive. She’d not trusted the first one nor the second, but when the third one read positive, she began to believe. She had an appointment with the doctor today and the move was the next day. She got out of bed to the usual dizziness and nausea. She hadn’t written that in her journal and he wouldn’t be best pleased if he found out. She showered and ran her hand tenderly down her stomach. No sign of swelling yet, but her breasts were tender. He’d teased and tormented them last night but very tenderly almost as if he did know.

She came back from the doctor’s surgery floating on air. He’d confirmed that she was pregnant, and now she needed to tell Llewellyn. The next day they were to move into the house, and two days later was his birthday, and he’d said he wanted no fuss on the day. They’d be tired from the move, and they’d have a housewarming the following week maybe.

* * * *

Llewellyn wondered when she would tell him. He knew her breasts were tender, and he knew she was overdue with her period. As she hadn’t told him and he wanted her to tell him in her own good time, he had a dilemma. He loved to caress and suckle her breasts, but he didn’t want to hurt her. He decided he’d try to behave as normally as possible. He’d continue his attentions to her breasts but watch her more closely than ever and stop if she showed signs of discomfort. She didn’t know it, but she glowed. He knew she was nauseous in the mornings, and he pretended to sleep until she came out of the bathroom and dropped to her knees by the bed in their morning routine. He
longed
to tell her not to do it. He wanted to pamper her and spoil her and make her sleep late. To do that, he’d have to spoil her surprise. He guessed that she’d decided to tell him on his birthday. Luckily it was only two days away. He could hear her now in the bathroom, and she was being sick, and he so wanted to get up and go and care for her. If she didn’t tell him on his birthday, he would just have to spoil the surprise and tell her he knew. Then he would be able to make sure she rested in the afternoons with her feet up and they could go and shop and get all the equipment he knew they’d need. He couldn’t wait to take her to the stores and let her get baby garments and a crib and a pram.

Just listen to yourself, he thought. If any of the Doms he’d trained could hear him, they’d never believe it. He chuckled to himself and half opened an eye to see if she was out of the bathroom yet. She wasn’t. Poor gloria. He wondered if she’d had confirmation from the doctor. He wondered which doctor she’d consulted. It had better be a good one. Angus had connections and would undoubtedly recommend a good man. Would it be a boy or a girl? His family had a history of twins. Which did he want if he were honest with himself? Well, a carbon copy of gloria to spoil and pet would be nice. Mind a strapping lad to take to the rugby matches wouldn’t come amiss either. He decided if they didn’t get twins, then they’d just have to try again, and he lost himself in the daydreams of the fucking they’d have to do to get another baby. There would be a good long while when she could not be fucked, and he’d miss sinking his cock home in her wet and needy little pussy. He knew she’d miss it, too, but he could always lick and suck her to completion. Nobody said a baby could be harmed by his mother’s being pleasured. That was more research he needed to do. He couldn’t rely on her to turn him down, so he would have to be the one who decided not to fuck her. He knew there would be classes to attend, and he intended to be a hands-on father. Nappies would not faze him. He hoped she’d suckle the infant, and he looked forward to sitting with her. He’d position her back at his chest and watch as their baby fed from his mother’s breast. Life was looking very good to him right now.

He heard a sound and risked a peek from under his lashes. She was there. Time to get up and get her off her knees and into his arms.

Today they were moving into their new home.

The morning after the move, when Master Llewellyn had gone to work, there was a knock on the kitchen door. Gloria opened it to find Master Angus with a large parcel in his arms and Jane with a cake in her hands. Master Angus placed his parcel on the kitchen counter and said, “Sorry I can’t stay longer but I have a meeting at work. Jane will keep you company for a while. Welcome to our community, Gloria.”

He kissed her cheek. Then he left. Jane stayed to watch as Gloria opened the parcel to reveal a set of Edinburgh crystal Thistle glasses and a decanter. The many-faceted crystal glowed in the sunlight and cast rainbows on the surfaces.

“The factory was just outside Edinburgh until it closed, and Master Angus loves the glasses.”

“With reason,” Gloria said.

There was a complete set of six glasses for water, for wine, champagne, whisky, and liqueurs. Some of the kitchen cabinets high on the wall had glass doors, just the place to display the beautiful glasses. “Let’s wash them,” Jane said. Together they unwrapped the glasses, washed them carefully and left them to drain. Gloria took the “Welcome to Your New Home” card and placed it on the mantelpiece over the fire in the lounge. She returned to the kitchen and put on the kettle.

“Tea or coffee?” she asked.

“If it’s black tea, I will have tea,” Jane said.

“It’s all Llewellyn drinks. I have cinnamon tea.” 

“I love cinnamon tea,” Jane said, smiling. 

Gloria put three spoons full of the tea leaves into the special pot with the built-in strainer and poured boiling water over the leaves, then left it to brew as she put Jane’s cake on a cake stand with a glass dome. She got two small plates and placed slices of the cake on each, together with a cake fork. She took two china cups and saucers and the milk jug and arranged them all on the kitchen table. She poured the tea out, and she and Jane sat down at the table to enjoy their tea and cake. 

“This is really good,” Gloria said. “What is it?”

“Thank you. It’s chocolate orange marble cake. I’ll give you the recipe if you like,” Jane replied.

“We have so few nice things,” Gloria said. “Master wants me to buy more things, but I’m not used to spending on luxuries, and it’s his money.”

“Yes, I know how you feel. Habits of economy are hard to break. I found it difficult as I didn’t have much, and now Master Angus spends lots on me. He wants me to buy what I want, but it’s not so easy to do. Master Llewellyn is very generous, isn’t he?” Jane asked.

“Yes, he is,” Gloria said, and she blushed and smiled.

“I am a bit older than you, but I hope we can be friends. It was fine in the club, but now we are neighbours and both Masters work, leaving us alone for a good part of the day. We can have more contact,” Jane suggested.

“Yes, I’d like that,” Gloria said. She remembered how she’d liked Jane when she first saw her. Gloria offered more tea, which Jane accepted, and more cake, which she declined. 

“Save it for Master Llewellyn,” Jane said.

They chatted for a while, then Gloria cleared her throat and said nervously, “Can I ask you something?”

“Yes of course you can, Gloria, anything.”

“I’m pregnant and need advice.”

“That’s wonderful, Gloria. What does Master Llewellyn think of that?” Jane asked.

“He doesn’t know yet. I’m going to tell him on his birthday,” Gloria said. “I want to know what sort of equipment I need. I have read many articles, and the lists are so long! I don’t know what to get.”

“Shall we go shopping together one day? Will Master Llewellyn allow that?” Jane asked.

“Why wouldn’t he?” Gloria asked, surprised.

“Well you are his slave, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but that’s here and in the club. When I’m out in the world, I live normally.”

“Oh.” Jane looked puzzled.

“It’s different for every Master/slave pair. We have our own protocols and rituals.”