de Lune, Clair - Initiation [Prometheus in Chains 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (9 page)

She had had a glimpse of a stone-built house as the security light had come on and now took a quick look around as she stepped into the hall. The lower floor was split in two by the hall. To the left, she could see double doors open to reveal a kitchen and dining area. To the right, similar double doors revealed a room to relax in. Facing her was a beautiful staircase in dark oak, carpeted in dark caramel. Master Angus was in no mood to give her the tour of the house as he took her hand and pulled her up the stairs. There were two doors to the left of the stairs and two to the right. He turned left and went into his own bedroom. She was stunned by the size and the beautiful craftsmen-made furniture all in light oak. There was a huge picture window which she suspected would look out over the hills but now it was dark outside and the heavy curtains closed. Two doors in the room led to a walk-in wardrobe with shelves and hanging rails. As Master Angus went in to take off and hang up his kilt, he turned on the light and she saw that many shelves were empty. There were drawers too and racks for shoes. She looked into the bathroom, all tiles and stainless steel. The shower was huge with angled heads floor to ceiling, plenty of room for two. There were two vanity units with glass sinks and between them on the wall a huge heated towel rail. Shelves contained towels in all shades from palest beige to chocolate-brown and palest aqua to deep jade. How strange that the colours she preferred he seemed to like so much, too. She said as much to him, but he only smiled. The back of each vanity unit had a large plain mirror edged with light bulbs as if in a theatre dressing room. No escaping what you looked like in the morning in there!

He came up behind her and said,

“And now what I have been waiting for since I first saw you in the club!” So saying, he kissed her, gently at first, licking and nibbling along the seam of her lips then using his tongue to part them and press inside. He explored all of her mouth and sucked her tongue into his. She tried to kiss him back, but he was fully in charge tonight and she could see he intended to keep a tight control. Her legs gave way and she was relieved that he held her up. She stood still while he stripped her, folding her clothes and putting them in the walk-in wardrobe. She made no objection as he took her into the bathroom and into the shower. It felt so good to have him wash her all over with scented shower gel. She wanted to do the same for him but he would not allow her to wash him. She wondered why. Maybe he was too aroused to be able to stand having her hands all over him. She could sympathise with that. Next,
h
e wrapped her in warm, fluffy towels and dried her, then took her to the bed, stripped off the covers, and laid her on her back, propped up on a bank of pillows. She moaned as he took her mouth again then dotted tiny kisses all along her neck and down her shoulders. He licked, sucked, and nibbled his way down to her breasts. She wanted to touch him, to hold him, too. She guessed that, being a Dom, this first time he would want to restrain her. That he had not done so was in deference to her physical state, she was sure. She decided that she would do it for him and remain still, however difficult it was going to be. She clutched the sheet in her hands and hung on. He reached into a drawer in the night table and got out a box. It contained a pair of tweezer nipple clamps with moonstones dangling from them on thin chains. He sucked one nipple until it was hard then attached the clamp and adjusted it until she hissed in pain and he slackened it slightly. Then he did the same to the other nipple and smiled as he looked at what he had done. He flicked each nipple and scraped his nails across them. The feeling was intense, and the jolt of feeling hit hard even in her clit. He licked and nipped his way down to her pussy, and she tensed as she waited for him to touch her there. He chuckled and slipped down the bed to start on her foot then all the way up her leg. Again she expected to feel his hands and mouth when he reached her clit, but all he did was chuckle and start on the other foot. She was getting so desperate and wondered how he could keep such control. She was moaning and raising her hips, wanting his touch, wanting him inside her. She pleaded, “Master, Master.”

He ignored her pleas, her sighs, her moans and continued to use his hands and mouth to drive her ever higher and
never
where she wanted, needed him to touch. How could he do this? He must be ready to explode himself if the state of his cock was anything to judge by. He was stiff, engorged, and the veins stood out like cords.

Just when she thought she would scream in frustration, he parted her labia.

About bloody time, she thought.

“Just so, lassie,” he said. Had she said that out loud? His fingers rubbed around her clit in circles, never touching the hood. She was swollen, so wet and oh so needy, she arched her back lifting her hips, but he held her down with one arm across her stomach.

“Be still,” he said.

He pushed one finger inside her, then two, and began to finger-fuck her. All she could hear were the wet sounds he made with his fingers. Would he never give her his cock? His mouth descended on her as he held her pussy open and he licked slowly up her slit to her clit. She writhed and lifted her hips, but when he growled, never taking his eyes off what he was doing, she subsided and held on for dear life, trying not to move.

“Master,” she pleaded, and he took pity on her at last, suckling her clit into his mouth then gently biting down on it. Her orgasm began to roll through her, her limbs shook, and the jewels on the nipple clamps danced as she thrashed and moaned and shook as her pleasure took her to heights she had never achieved before. She screamed his name until she became hoarse. He did not stop suckling her clit until he had wrung another shattering orgasm from her and, closing her eyes, she saw stars.

Then he growled, “My turn,” and at last, she felt the head of his cock start to enter her. For an experienced woman, she was tight, so he forced himself to go slowly. “So fucking tight,” he grunted as he struggled not to do as he wanted, needed to do, and claim her, thrusting his cock home and pounding into her until he came. At last he was fully seated within her. She could feel the crisp hair against her pussy, and she sighed. Then he began to move in and out, slowly at first. She was so very wet and slick and soon he was pounding into her as he had wanted to. All too soon he exploded and filled her with his hot seed. He collapsed on top of her, taking his weight on his elbows and touching his forehead to hers. He kissed her long and tenderly then lay down on his back beside her, and she nestled into him with a small sigh of satisfaction.

“Mo run. Mo run,”
he murmured into her hair as they drifted off to sleep, sated and very happy. He woke her three more times that night with his mouth or his hands or his cock on her and inside her. Each time he took her to a shattering climax before he sought his own release.

Chapter
Twelve

They got up very late the next day, and she was sore and her bones and joints ached, but she was not complaining. They showered together, and he wrapped her in a warm, fluffy robe in deep jade and she made him breakfast of creamy porridge, bacon, eggs, and toast with strawberry jam and a huge pot of English Breakfast tea. He looked askance at her as she spooned soft brown sugar over hers but made no comment, taking his with salt as she had expected. The kitchen took her breath away. White, high-gloss units floor to ceiling and black polished granite worktops with every electrical gadget she could think of and a few more besides. There was a large double oven built in at eye level. How she had longed for something like that. The dishwasher was huge, and through an archway she saw a small utility room with washer, drier, and an ironing board all ready to use.

They ate at the big picture window, which did indeed look out to the hills. She laughed when he said, “You can see the weather coming.”

After breakfast he took her on a tour of the house, starting in the living room. There was a large fireplace with a basket of logs. The sofas and chairs were in chocolate-brown leather with lots of pale aqua cushions. The floor was highly polished dark oak with thick, pale caramel wool rugs, deep enough to sink your toes in. There was a larger TV and sound system and a couple or rows of Blu-ray discs and DVDs. Two walls were covered floor to ceiling with bookcases, overflowing with books of all sorts and had a library ladder to reach the top shelves. Over to one side was a large partner desk with PC and iPad and a very comfortable padded chair.

She envied him this room and could picture herself curled up on the sofa in front of the fire with…No, she thought, I must not. He said he could not do forever. So she pinned the cheerful smile to her face and told him how much she loved this room. He must have seen the fleeting emotions across her face
but maybe he hadn‘t as
he said nothing.

They went up the stairs, and, on the left, the room opposite the master bedroom was locked.

“What is behind the door?” she asked.

“Are you sure you want to know?”

“Yes, please, Master.”

He unlocked the door and stood back, watching her, allowing her to precede him into the room. It was a soundproofed, (he did not say that but she was sure it would be), playroom. He had a range of BDSM equipment including a spanking bench and St. Andrew’s cross. Shackles hung from the walls, and there was a lot of fitted furniture. She looked at him as if to ask if she could explore, and he waved her on. He had cupboards and drawers full of butt plugs in all sizes and colours, vibrators and dildos, harnesses, like the one Jessica had worn, paddles, crops, and canes. One drawer had lube and nipple clamps. A vanity unit in one corner held cleaning apparatus, scissors, and first aid equipment. There was a large bed base with a fitted sheet and lots of pillows.

“Have you seen anything you like?” he asked. She was flushed and her mouth was dry. She had seen things she might like to try but was loath to tell him.

“Tell me!”

“I don’t like the cross thing and the bench looks uncomfortable, but the bed base looks fine. The paddles are horrible and must hurt but the clamps and the plugs might be okay.”

“Very good, I’ll bear that in mind.” That did not reassure her. Just because she had said she was not keen to try did not mean he’d not push her to do just that!

“Can we play here?”

“Yes, but not today. You must be sore from last night. I will take you out into the country to a pub for lunch.”

There was another bedroom to the right of the staircase, obviously for guests, and the fourth room was locked.

“That room is being redecorated at present, so there is no point going in to look at it in its present state,” Angus said. She did wonder why he seemed to have no intention of allowing her to see that particular room but thought no more of it.

They drove through the hills and a couple of little towns and stopped at an old-fashioned village pub. The meal was very traditional. Homemade soup followed by good roast beef with light and tasty Yorkshire puddings. Dessert was Bakewell tart, also homemade.

“I would like to cook for you, Master.”

“I told you I did not want a slave.” He frowned.

“It would be a delight to cook in your kitchen, and I love to cook.”

“Very well then, but you will not be doing cleaning and such as I have a cleaning lady”

“Heaven, Master.”

Over coffee he held her hand absently in his and ran his fingers over hers as they talked, getting to know each other better. They returned to his house so he could change, and then he took her to her house to dress and get ready for the club. They were about to leave when the phone rang. It was her son. Her face lit up as she recognized his voice.

“Mum, the witch called. Normally I would not pay her any attention, but…”

“But?”

He drew in a breath, and it all came out in a rush. “She says you have met a man and are going about with him. She saw you in his car leaving the city. Is it true, Mum?”

“Yes.”

“Who is he? Where did you meet? When can I meet him?”

“His name is Angus Scott, he is a businessman, and we met at a club.”

“What sort of club? You don’t go to clubs?”

“A night club!”

“Oh.”

Jane grimaced. Her husband’s sister, nicknamed “the witch” by her daughter, Elizabeth, could be a real pain. Well, she knew she had to tell them sometime but had wanted to do it her way. Now they knew. She well knew that what one knew the others would learn in e-mails almost at once.

“We have been going out for a while now, and we are friends.”

“Where does he live? What business is he in?”

“He lives on the outskirts of the city, and I do not know what his business is. It is none of mine to ask.”