Read de Lune, Clair - Initiation [Prometheus in Chains 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) Online
Authors: Clair de Lune
de Lune, Clair - Initiation [Prometheus in Chains 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (2 page)
“
Be still.
You are not too heavy, little darling, and I enjoy having you on my lap.”
She blew a raspberry, and he swatted her bottom a couple of times.
“Look at me,” he said. She raised her head and looked at him. He bent her over his arm and, with his other hand, took her chin firmly in his large but surprisingly gentle hand. Would it be gentle if she resisted? Did she want to resist? All power of thought left her as his head descended and his lips met hers. If she could have thought, she wouldn‘t have expected him to be gentle as he was. She just squeaked in surprise. Any other sound her mouth might have made was swallowed by his lips. They were soft, firm, and warm on hers. He held her securely on his lap, bent back over his arm, and proceeded to kiss her soundly. His tongue cruised along the seam of her lips, and he nipped her bottom lip gently. “Open for me,” he said, and her mouth opened and his tongue dipped in. He explored her mouth thoroughly with his tongue. He tasted of coffee and spices. At first too dazed to do anything, she let him have his way, but, when he sucked her tongue into his mouth in a blatant invitation to explore in her turn, she took him up on it and soon their tongues were tangling in a sensual dance that left her breathless. Her nipples ached, her breasts were swollen and she was so wet she was sure she had soaked her knickers through to her skirt. His kiss stole not only her breath but her will. He let her up for air and breathed in deeply himself. She was sure he could smell her arousal.
“You smell so sweet and your kiss is a delight. I can’t wait to taste your cream.”
Had he really said what she thought she heard…no, he couldn’t have. She’d read too many books, and that was making her dream of what she wanted.
“You have far too many clothes on,” he said.
“I-” She paled and glanced around in panic.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I can’t, here in front of all these people,” she whispered.
“Later you
will
,” he said, “but as tonight is your first time, we will have privacy. Stay here, do not move and do not look up, speak to no one. You are
mine
. I will be back very soon.”
He lifted her, actually lifted her, off his lap and set her down in the chair, and then he left her. She risked a glance as he strode quickly away. Everyone got out of his way and the kilt swayed seductively. He wore a white shirt with the sleeves cut off and a leather jerkin. He looked magnificent. She dropped her gaze to the floor as he had told her and settled to wait. She could do this.
The sound of high heels approaching warned her before a pair of black patent-leather boots appeared before her. She saw they were five-inch heels and the shapeliest calves she had ever seen. Life was just not fair. Why had fate decreed she could not have legs like that?
“Who have we here?” a lilting voice asked. Jane did not answer and did not look up as he had ordered.
“Eyes on me, sub.”
The Domme sounded pissed off, but Jane did not answer or move. She reached down and took hold of Jane’s chin, forcing her head up.
“I asked you a question, sub, and by God you
will
answer me! Who are you and why are you not in the uncollared subs area where you should be? What are you doing here? Get on your knees when you are spoken to by a Domme.”
Jane did not know what to do. Nothing that she had read came into her mind to help her. He had said do not move, do not look at anyone, do not speak to anyone, but this woman was a Domme…did his no one include this impressive and getting-angrier-by-the-second Domme?
The Domme solved her problem by giving Jane a push to get her attention. This was strong enough to knock Jane off balance. Caught unawares, she slipped off the edge of the chair, hit her face on the small table to the side of it, and felt the blood flow.
There was an angry growl. Master Angus had seen the push and the consequences as he strode back to where Jane waited, the key to a private room in his hand.
“How dare you lay hands on my sub, Catriona?” he said in a dangerously low voice.
“Your sub, is she? Then where is her collar, why did she not answer my question and
say
she is your sub?”
Suddenly Master Angus smiled as he realized what had occurred.
“Oh, Catriona, she is new, this is her first time here. She knows little of the lifestyle.”
“Well, she could have said so. In my view she needs a good spanking or, better still, a taste of the crop to teach her to obey a Domme.”
Master Angus smiled in reassurance as Jane sucked in a breath.
“Why did you not answer the Mistress?” he asked. “You took my orders not to speak to anyone or look at anyone or move quite literally, didn’t you?”
“Y–y–yes, Master.” She whispered. “I did not want to offend the Mistress, but you had said I must not speak to anyone or look at anyone,” she explained.
To her surprise, she was rewarded by a crack of laughter from Mistress Catriona.
“Oh, well, I suppose misunderstandings do occur, and it was not disobedience, rather an excess of obedience that caused it. Get a collar on her, Angus, before someone else not so understanding as I am comes along and hauls her off for a beating. Better clean up that scratch, too.”
Catriona punched his arm and strode off.
Jane sagged in the chair, and Master Angus leaned down and took her arm to help her up. When she got on her very wobbly legs, she realized he must be at least six foot five. He towered over her and made her feel small. No wonder he had called her “little”.
“Come along and we will clean you up.” He did not wait for a reply but took her hand and towed her to the stairs. She scrambled to keep up with him. He was well muscled, and his bare arms were covered in hair. The kilt swayed as he walked, and again she wondered if, under it he...
“I did say you might well find out tonight,” he said. Startled, she gasped and wondered how he had known what she was thinking. Would she find out? How? When?
* * * *
Angus had seen Jane as soon as she entered the club. He was on Dungeon Monitor duty and was keeping an eye on any new members or new guests. He had read the temporary membership applications and, as was his custom, he was going over them in his mind, fitting faces to the information he had, when he saw
her.
His cock twitched and he thought, down boy, not tonight or any other night soon. He saw she was with Jenny, who he knew well. Now, what was the name of Jenny‘s guest tonight? Suddenly
she
smiled and he drew in a sharp breath. He remembered her name, “Jane”. He saw she had noticed he was looking at her. That wasn‘t all he was going to do if he had his way. He was fully engorged by this time and feeling bloody uncomfortable. He wanted Jane like he had wanted no other woman for so long. He found Prometheus and allowed himself to be talked into introducing her to the club.
He and Prometheus were old friends and partners in Prometheus in Chains, something not a lot of people knew and he preferred to keep it that way. Ten years ago Angus‘s wife had died. She had been his slave at her insistance. He had not wanted it that way but had gone along with her and that had led to consequences he did not like to think about. For ten years he had not taken a sub. He had done scenes but always making it clear it was for one night only. He had done favours for Prometheus in the past as his friend had tried to fix him up with a permanent sub. Prometheus had never suceeded, but he did not stop trying, so Angus was easily able to let Prometheus suggest what he himself wanted. Time enough to let others know when he knew himself.
He had gone over to her and when she tried to get to her knees and had had difficulty his heart had swelled alarmingly. He wanted to help her. He wanted to hold her close to his heart and never let her go. Hang on a minute, Angus, he thought. Where is all this coming from?
She was delicious and she looked down and did not meet his eye so she had had some instruction as to how to conduct herself. It was going to be a delight to train her. There you go again he thought. Training implies more than one night and if she is so new to the game
a lot more.
Prometheus had promised that he, Angus, knew her limits and would keep her safe. He had read her application, and she did not really seem to know
what
she wanted. He looked forward to pushing those limits as far as was pleasurable for them both.
She was wearing far too many clothes and those would have to come off. He assumed it was because of her age and her concern over being in the club with so many younger subs. No doubt she had knickers on and he would be having those off too. By now his cock was so swollen he thought it would explode, and he had not had that reaction to a sub in years. Did he want all this? Did he really want to go down that road again? His cock was for setting off at a gallop right now. His head said wait and see. When she had put her little hands so trustingly into his large one, he had had all on not to pull her close and kiss her witless. Maybe he was the witless one starting something when he had sworn never again. He was no spring chicken and neither was she. She was a widow if he remembered rightly. He wondered how long her husband had been dead and if it had been a good marriage. She had not mentioned family.
She had heard the myths about the kilt and she was intrigued, he saw, and overcome with delicious confusion when he caught her looking and promised she might find out. He smiled and remembered her blushes and wondered if they went down as far as those generous breasts with the hard little nipples he was aching to fondle. She had looked startled when he said “little darling” So, yes, she did have issues with her size, he thought and began to plan what he would do to help her over them. Then he thought of just what he would do and smiled. It would not be very comfortable for her at first but it would remove any doubt in her mind about her attractiveness, and if Torquil did his usual thing, it would be just perfect.
She was warm and soft and fragrant. When he caressed her and she cried, he had felt the pain come back just fleetingly and he hoped she had not noticed. He could not bear her tears.
He had surprised himself with the Gaelic endearment. It had been a long long time since he had used that but it fitted her and the way he felt about her. Then she had said she didn‘t know what she could give in exchange and he almost laughed but was glad he had not. She would have assumed he was laughing at her and he would never hurt her so. When she had hesitated to sit on his lap he guessed she had even more issues with her shape and size than he had suspected, and so he had insisted and she had responded to his best Dom voice. When he had kissed her, his cock had almost exploded. Then she kissed him back with all the fire she had in her and he hoped he would be able to help her overcome her problems and blossom into the beautiful woman she was. She knew little of BDSM beyond the novels, and she had looked startled when he said he wanted to taste her cream. She had strength and had held to what he had told her to do even in the face of an angry Catriona. That took some doing and took some courage.
This was going to be so much fun for the pair of them. Then it hit him again. The pair of them. He had started out that way with his wife, but she led him where he had not wanted to go and he had ended by resenting it. Could he do it again? Could he bear not to? He wanted Jane and not
just
to fuck. He wanted to take her in his arms and protect her from every wind that blew and get all those fears about her body out of her head. He wanted the feisty woman he knew was hidden in there. He had had a taste when she kissed him back and he was hungry for more. Well better get on with it then and see where it went. After all she might not want to be with
him
for more than one night.
Chapter
Two
He took her up the stairs and along an open landing which overlooked the main room. She looked down on the scenes in the main room below. A large Dom was using a flogger on a small sub with elfin features and a neatly cut cap of glossy black hair. Jane wondered if all the Doms were large. When the sub moaned the Dom stopped flogging her to go and kneel on the floor by her head. Tenderly, he took her chin in his hand and raised her face. She must have given him the answer he needed, as he checked her bonds and resumed the flogging to the evident pleasure of them both.
Unconsciously, Jane had slowed then stopped to watch the scene below. Master Angus had allowed her to look her fill, and then he said “Questions?”
She pointed to the Dom and his sub and asked what was going on.
“She has a stressful job in a hospital, and her Dom is helping her to get release. His job is to make sure she is safe and does not withhold her safe word when she needs to use it. He checks her bonds to make sure they are comfortable and will not harm her.”