de Lune, Clair - Master Eric's Virgin Sub [Prometheus in Chains 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (6 page)

“Good night, Master Eric,” she said with a puzzled look at him.

He waited on the other side of the door until she had locked it and shot the bolt.

He did not have such a good night, as his cock was hard. He thought of her and could not sleep, and he lay awake a long time going through all the ways he would enjoy her lovely body. Soon, he promised himself.

Chapter Fifteen

The next day they held the meeting, as the psychiatrist had reported back and was of the opinion that Jessica would respond to therapy. He agreed she could come to the club in a couple of days so that they could discuss how she could make reparation and what they would do if she would not accept their decisions.

They had decided that she would have to pay back the money spent on Emma’s card, but they realized that it would take her some time and Emma would have to agree to that. She would have to contact each and every person she had sent malicious e-mails to in Emma’s name and explain it was her and not Emma, and she must apologise. There could be an agreed letter for that. If the Doms wished for it, Jessica would have to accept their punishment, and for a collared sub the Dom would agree and decide on the appropriate punishment. Angus must be told about the delay and the attempt to sabotage his new collection. Emma would be able to salvage her ideas and complete the project, but not to the time scale Angus had agreed with her.

It would take time to do all this and a willingness on Jessica’s part to accept all the punishments that might be forthcoming. They would take into account any mitigating circumstances, and the psychiatrist had said that Jessica had already accepted she was wrong and had agreed to his talking to them about her case, which under the Data Protection Act he could not have done without her permission.

All in all, they thought that it could be sorted and no official action need be taken unless one of the designers in Curvy Woman felt they needed to take it further. If Angus was willing, he would be able to smooth that out, but nobody knew how Jane would take it. They did not know her very well, but they had seen the steel and fire when she finally rounded on Jessica, and they had seen the love she had for Emma.

They were happy to agree that Emma should have access to the club in Eric’s care and that it would be advisable for her to be there that night because they all knew the old adage. If you fall off your horse, the best thing to do is climb right back on.

Chapter Sixteen

With that in mind, Eric called her and went to collect her at eight as he had promised. He saw she had taken a lot of time over her appearance.

She was wearing a corset, of her own design, in the dark blue that suited her with a short, tight black skirt that showed off her legs. She had a dark blue silk bra and matching knickers on. He saw when she accidentally dropped her keys and bent to retrieve them. Or had it been accidental? He had certainly liked what he had seen as the crotch of her knickers was pulled tight over her pussy, leaving nothing to the imagination. His cock had loved it! He was not intending to let her keep those knickers on for much longer.

“Kitten, is there anything in particular you’d like to try and anything you do not want ever to try?”

He smiled indulgently as she replied, “You mean my hard limits?” So she had been doing some research, had she?

“Well, you could call it that. I want to know what you are curious about and might like to try and what you find so repugnant that you will never do. Then we can test your limits and push them if you agree and want me to train you.”

“I am not an animal to be trained! Is that why you called me kitten?” she snapped at him. So his kitten had claws. He liked that.

“No, but a submissive has to learn the protocols, and also what level of submission is right for her.”

“Well, I did see some stuff with Master Rafael, and he gave me a list of books and websites. I do not want to be whipped. I do not want a lot of pain, and no nasty stuff like cutting, branding, and piercing.”

“Well, we have something to work with now. Let’s see you in the slave position.”

He could see she was resistant. Maybe “training” and “slave” made her think of some of the nastier stuff she had read about.

“I don’t want to be a slave, either. Twenty-four-seven will not work for me. I need to be able to follow my career in designing,” she grumped.

“Kitten, it is just the name of the position. All subs need to master it. It does not mean you are a slave.
Now
do it!”

She did know what the slave position was, and as he explained she seemed to grow more accepting. She fell to her knees, gracefully opened her thighs, and placed her hands palm upward on them. Her back was straight and her eyes lowered.

“Good. You must keep your attention on me, and when I give you the signal”—he demonstrated with his right hand—“you must adopt that position. We will practise tonight then go on to other positions.”

He placed a training collar around her neck with his name etched on the tag for her protection, he said, and he was more than pleased when he saw her little hand caress the tag with his name on it.

When they got to the club, he walked her around and whenever he stopped, he gave her the signal and she dropped to the slave position. He saw Catriona smile, probably wondering what Jane would think of all this, but that was his problem. He knew Catriona would enjoy sitting on the sidelines and watching it all happen. She was much more settled now she had her Angel, and Angel was head over heels in love with her. He loved nothing better than to sit at her feet and gaze adoringly up at her, and she lapped it up. He grinned at that as he remembered that a cat was on her disc on Angel’s collar. He wanted that for himself, and it seemed to him that at last he had found the one he had been searching for. He saw Catriona every night, and she seemed serene and happy, and he was envious of that.

Chapter Seventeen

Eric took Emma to some of the scenes and let her look her fill. He looked at her and held her hand so he could judge how she reacted to what she saw. She wrinkled her nose in puzzlement often, just like the kitten he’d called her, and if only she knew just how arousing that was. He shifted, and his cock swelled in his leathers, pressing against the zip. If he did not get inside her soon he was going to have the only cock in the country with a zip imprinted on it, permanently.

The erotic spanking of a buxom young woman clad only in a black lace thong and a black corset trimmed with gold lace got a positive reaction from Emma, and he smiled. Nothing he liked better than a nice plump backside over his knee, and after a few hard swats a finger or two or three in a warm slick cunt. He could just imagine what Emma would look like over his knee and the little moaning sounds she’d make. He was not a fan of gags.
He
liked to hear all the noises he managed to wring from his sub. It was an added turn-on for him, as if he needed an added turn-on with Emma by his side.

The hot wax play was not so successful to start with. She looked appalled as she flinched and tried to move away, but he would not let her. He insisted she stay and watch for a while. The hot wax fell on the naked, blonde-haired sub’s pink nipples.

They were very hard and swollen, and the sub arched into the wax and moaned. She could not move much, as her Domme had her held securely in place by the straps on the bench. She asked her from time to time where they were, and the girl always replied, “Green, Mistress.” Eric explained about green for go, yellow for a pause, and red for
stop
. All play would stop at that.

She said she had known about the red safe word but had not come across the other two in her reading and research. Now she understood more, she seemed reluctant to leave that scene, so Eric was happy to indulge her and watched with her. Gradually, the Domme dripped the wax down her sub’s stomach nearer and nearer to her cunt and clit, which were well exposed as her legs were strapped wide open. The girl’s eyes glazed, and she moaned and tried to move and arch her back to get what she wanted, but her Domme took her time, and when finally she dripped the hot wax onto her clit, the sub screamed as her orgasm took hold of her. She shook, and her eyes rolled up in her head.

Immediately her Domme released the straps and picked her up. The girl came to herself almost at once and the Domme wrapped her in a soft blanket and kissed her face and then her lips. The girl moaned and wrapped her arms around her Domme, gazing at her in adoration. Emma sighed as her nipples peaked and her cunt leaked moisture.

Eric looked at her as she sighed again. He had watched Emma as she had watched in fascination as the hot wax scene had unfolded. At first she had been appalled to see hot wax on such tender areas, but as the sub seemed to love it and crave more he had seen understanding and relief in her eyes. She listened carefully when he explained the green, yellow, and red safe words. She even looked a little bit envious when at the end the Domme had lavished such tender care on her sub.

“I feel as if I am intruding by watching them, Master Eric.”

“Don’t feel that way. The sub likes it like that. If she did not want to do that in public, her Domme would not be doing it.”

He saw that that gave her pause.

“But I thought that the Domme had all the power and the sub obeyed, Master Eric.”

“Well, you must not have read enough yet. It is a power exchange. Scenes like that are discussed in advance, and they decide what they will and will not do. The sub places her trust in the Domme, and she for her part watches to see her sub is safe. She will of course try to push her sub’s limits but always watches for her reaction and checks to see if she is OK. Safe, sane, and consensual. Didn’t you come across those?”

“No, in the books that Master Rafael told me about it was all about sadism, and it seemed the subs just took it all and had no say in what happened to them, Sir.”

“Maybe he wanted to try and put you off. I will give you a list of books that will inform, not frighten you. You know how to address Doms and Dommes, don’t you?”

“Well, some books said to use Master or Mistress and some Sir or Ma’am. What does Prometheus want?”

“Well, if you address him by name it had better be with Master in front of it in the club. Outside if you meet him you can call him Sir. What you
do not ever
do is let on where you met him or any other sub or Dom if you meet them outside the club. This world is private, and the people in it expect you to guard their privacy as they will guard yours. Minority groups have always been at risk because people do not like what they do not understand or are afraid to recognise in themselves, and they can react violently.”

He watched her little nose wrinkle up as she processed all he had told her.

Delicious, he thought, but time to sit down and relax now. Give her time to think about all she’d seen. They had plenty of time to explore later.

Chapter Eighteen

He took her hand and guided her to a group of armchairs where several Doms and Dommes and their subs were seated.

The subs knelt on cushions on the floor, if their Masters were feeling generous, or on the bare floor if they were not or the sub had offended in some way. On the way there, he explained that if she wanted to talk to anyone she must ask his permission to speak, and if she wanted to talk to a sub, then she should tell him, and he’d ask the sub’s Dom if it was OK.

As she knelt on the cushion at Master Eric’s feet, one Dom said, “So this is the little sub who fell foul of Jessica. Is she all right now?”

“I think she will be better, more at ease when she realizes that everyone knows she was not at fault. She is here because she is curious and wants to know more about the lifestyle.”

Emma blushed rosily as all eyes fell on her. Eric wondered how far down the blush extended.

One sub asked permission to speak to her via his Master and Master Eric.

“Don’t worry, everyone knows it wasn’t you and that you were the victim and no one will hold it against you.”

Eric saw her smile and murmur something appropriate. She must be relieved they were all accepting she had no part in it. He heard the young man invite her to the subs’ tea in the club the following day and said she’d be able to ask more questions when there were no Doms or Dommes there, but his Master growled, so he subsided.

Eric thought she’d like to go as she would not be back at work until the lawyer had the letters taken to all the people at Curvy Woman. Until then, she could work on her designs at home as her laptop and mobile had been restored to her. She sat quietly as Eric caressed her hair then slowly moved his hand to the back of her neck and then around to her chin. He tipped up her face and leaned down to kiss her. Some other sub was busily engaged in giving a blow job to his Dom, who seemed to be enjoying it, judging by the growls of encouragement he made. She reached out a hand to Eric’s crotch only to have it swatted away.