A Shock for Master Angus [Prometheus in Chains 10] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Clair de Lune

  He settled himself on his knees and helped her to turn over. He rolled on the condom, and seizing her by the hips, he entered her tight channel hard and fast.

  “Shoulders on the bed, it will be so much more pleasurable,” he urged. She complied, and he rode her with deep thrusts that had her moaning in ecstasy as, with his long, thick erection, he brought her quickly to the climax she needed. He soon began to feel the after-shocks as her pussy muscles gripped him, and the clenching, milking spasms pushed him toward his own release. He felt the tingles gather at the base of his spine and flow along his veins and bones. He pumped ever faster into her until finally, with a groan of deep fulfilment, his hot release flowed in spurts into her, and when he had no more to give, he bent over her back. His heart raced. His legs trembled, and he had great difficulty to prevent himself collapsing on top of her. He pulled out of her, disposed of the condom, and took her in his arms. He kissed the tip of her nose, her eyelids, her forehead. She smelled delightfully of sweat, sex, and her own unique odour.

  “Anna, my little love, you make me so very happy.” There was no answer. He looked down at her and realised she’d fallen asleep. He arranged her in the crook of his shoulder with her hand on his heart and settled back on the pillows, content.

  Sleep didn’t come to Lennox. He tossed and turned and eventually got up to use the bathroom, trying not to awake her. On his way back, he heard Anna cry out in her sleep. She was tangled in the sheet and duvet, and she was having a nightmare. He did what he could to untangle her limbs, and then he took her hand stroked it tenderly and spoke in a low voice, “It’s all right now, Anna. You’re safe. Nobody can hurt you. Hush, my love, and sleep.”

  She sighed and settled down in his arms. He was worn out, and soon slumber claimed him, too.

  He awoke to the gentle sensation of someone licking a trail down his abdomen. Very carefully, the caressing tongue aroused him. His cock began to swell, and a throaty laugh greeted the sight. Hands rolled his balls with just a nip of pain to season the pleasure. Anna’s tongue licked the drop of pre-cum from his engorged dick. She nibbled on the head and slipped just the tip of her tongue into his slit. He tried to lift his hips, but she pressed him back down to the bed.

  “Lie still. You are tired out,” she said and giggled. “Don’t move. Just let me do all the work.”

  His head was still fuzzy from lack of rest, so he complied without further protest. She licked and sucked on his dick as if it were a lollipop. Her hands pumped his cock as her lips and teeth sucked and nibbled at the throbbing vein on the side. Taking the head into the wet heat of her mouth, she swirled her tongue around it, and then she sucked in her cheeks and bobbed her head up and down. He moaned as the familiar tingles began, and he thrust his cock deep into her mouth until with a shout he came, shooting spurts of hot salty cum to the back of her throat. She swallowed all he gave her and then cleaned his cock with her tongue. She got up and moved to lie beside him in bed. He held her close.

  “Good morning, my love,” he said.

  “Good morning, Lennox.”

  Cuddled close with Anna in his big bed, Lennox thought back over the events of the last few weeks. If he could have the time back, he’d do it differently, but he knew he wouldn’t want any other outcome. He loved Ron and Elsie, but they weren’t his blood. He would be grateful for what they did for him all his life. He would never know his real mother. The letter she’d written had helped him to understand why she did what she did. Now he had what he hoped was his real father, a step-mother he was very fond of, and the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Life just couldn’t get much better for him. There was just the doubt that wouldn’t go away. What if I’m not Angus’s son? What shall I do? Shall I take what I have and be satisfied? I’ve been so sure for so long that Angus is my father. What if he isn’t? The thought went round and round in his head, and he came to no conclusion. In the end he decided that what Jane said made sense. Start to look to the future. If Angus wasn’t his father, he’d consider then what to do. It was useless to speculate now, as he knew nothing for certain. Two more weeks was a short time to wait after all the years that he’d spent in ignorance.

  * * * *

  The next day before she left for work, Lennox asked Anna to go out for a meal. She was happy to accept, and they agreed a time for him to collect her. He began to make other arrangements, too. They’d decided not to go to the club that night. It wasn’t one of Master Llewellyn’s classes, so they weren’t obliged to be there. Lennox had made a reservation for a candlelight dinner for two. He collected her and was stunned by her appearance. She was even more beautiful in a formal gown of deep jade green, which complemented her eyes. Her short hair was spiked and shone in the light. She wore long silver earrings and a matching necklace in a Celtic design. She wore low-heeled shoes in jade leather and smelled divinely of some flowery perfume.

  “You look so very beautiful. I need to pinch myself to see if I’m awake or dreaming.”

  “Thank you,” Anna said blushing.

  “What is that perfume? I love it. It really suits you.”

  “Kenzo de Kenzo. I love it, too, but unfortunately this is my last bottle, and they don’t make it anymore. I save it for special occasions.”

  In the restaurant, Lennox saw heads turn as they walked in. He wasn’t surprised, but he was gratified that she was with him. He straightened his shoulders and drew out her chair for her before seating himself opposite her.

  “What would you like to drink, sir?” the waiter asked, offering a wine list.

  “Do you want anything in particular, Anna?”

  “A glass of rosé will do very nicely, and some still mineral water, please.”

  “I’ll have the same, and make that a large bottle of still mineral water. Do you want it cold, Anna?”

  “Yes, please.”

  They chose crudités to start with and enjoyed the crunchy raw vegetables and the aioli that was served with them. For the main course, Anna chose baked salmon and Lennox had the sea bass. The potato wedges, green beans and lemon-glazed carrots were delicious. They decided upon sorbet for dessert. Coffee was served in a small lounge off the main dining room, and Lennox was pleased to see it was deserted apart from themselves. When the coffee arrived and a small glass of Tía María for Anna with Cardhu for him, they relaxed into the deep sofa. Lennox took a sip of his whisky then put the glass down. Lennox possessed himself of Anna’s hand.

  “Anna, you must know how fond I am of you. I am more than fond of you. I realised the other night that what I most want, above knowing if Angus is my father, is you in my life. I want you to move in with me. I don’t want a quick affair. I want us to see if we can live together and make a life together.”

  “Yes, Lennox, I’d like that. Your flat is a bit small for two of us. Why don’t you move in with me? Mine is a bit bigger.”

  “Very well, thank you. I’m not at all attached to that flat in fact. It’s been somewhere to live, but was always meant to be temporary. What I really want is a house near to open country. You haven’t seen Jane and Angus’s house, have you? It has a garden that slopes down to a stream and views toward Derbyshire.”

  “No, I haven’t seen it. I do like the idea of a house and garden though. I love flowers, and a view of the hills would be the icing on the cake.”

  “I know this is rushing it a bit, but if this works, we could look into getting a nice house together somewhere like that.”

  “Yes, it is a bit soon to be thinking on those lines. I do like the idea of the house, but first we must be certain we have that future together, don’t you think?”

  “Yes, you’re right. I will move in with you, and we will take it from there. I shall need to give a month’s notice to the landlord, but I don’t need to be living there for the month. When would you like me to move in with you?”

  “Lennox, you can move in this week if you like. I will help you to pack your things if you want me to.”

  “Ye
s please, I’m a bit of a disaster packing stuff. Not that I have much really. As that flat was never going to be my home, I rented it furnished. I always intended to have a house and furnish that the way I wanted it.”

  “Well, let’s take a taxi home and talk about this some more. That was a wonderful meal. Thank you so much, Lennox. It wasn’t really necessary to invite me out to ask me that, you know, but I do thank you for a wonderful evening.”

  Lennox patted the inside pocket of his coat. The ring nestled there. He’d been going to ask more, but he saw he was rushing her so decided not to ask the final and vital question. He was a patient man. He didn’t want her to say “no” because he realised it would be more difficult to get her to change her mind later. Although he was slightly disappointed that he’d had to put it off, he was moving in with her. They seemed to want the same things, and no doubt the time would come when he could ask and expect the answer that would make him very happy. He was certain in his own mind that she was the one for him. Now he had to convince her. That was going to be much easier when they were living under the same roof. They got on very well in bed and at the club. He could see no reason why they wouldn’t get on on a daily basis. Elsie had made sure he could cook and look after the house, so he would share the chores. He smiled in satisfaction as he rose to help her up. Their taxi was waiting to take them home.

  Chapter Ten

  The next dinner party at Jane and Angus’s house included Ron, Elsie, and Anna. Lennox arranged a taxi for them all. He wanted to make sure that Ron and Elsie weren’t on their own when they arrived. They weren’t used to such a big house and would feel overwhelmed. He had reckoned without Jane. She wasn’t in the kitchen this time but in the entrance hall waiting for them. Lennox handed her the flowers he’d brought and was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek.

  “Jane, Angus, this is Elsie and Ron, my foster parents. Elsie, Ron, this is Jane and Angus, her husband.”

  “We are very pleased to meet you both. We’ve heard such a lot about you.” Angus shook hands with Ron and stooped to kiss Elsie’s check. She blushed. Jane kissed them both on the cheek.

  “Anna, it’s nice to see you, too,” Jane said, kissing her. “Angus, you know Anna, don’t you?”

  “Yes, of course I do. Welcome, my dear, nice to see you here tonight.”

  “Thank you so much for inviting me, Jane,” Anna said in a low voice. Lennox saw she was a slightly in awe of Angus, who she had seen in the club but not really spoken to.

  Jane settled them in the living room, and Angus dispensed sherry. As an ice-breaker, it was a good idea. Angus saw Elsie sip slowly. She wasn’t used to drinking sherry, but he knew that Angus would have given her a cream sherry. Ron preferred beer but sipped at his drink, and Lennox saw he was pleasantly surprised at the taste.

  The meal was a great success after the initial awkwardness had worn off. Jane had opted for a very traditional meal of roast beef and Yorkshire puddings with a raspberry sponge and custard to follow. That was just the sort of meal at which Elsie excelled, and Lennox watched as she ate and enjoyed the food. He knew that Elsie would approve of any woman who could cook, and Jane was an excellent cook. Everyone had a small glass of wine, but Jane had provided water, too. Lennox was very grateful she’d taken so much trouble.

  When they had all eaten, the three women cleared the table and went into the kitchen to make coffee. The men, feeling a bit redundant, took themselves off to the living area and sat down to wait. Anna carried in the tray with coffee and tea and placed it on the low table Angus indicated. Elsie and Jane came back in, chatting amicably about food and how to make the perfect Yorkshire pudding.

  “My old grandma used to say that it’s best to make ‘em a couple of hours before you need ‘em, cover t’batter, and keep it cold.”

  “It’s funny you should say that. My mother always did that, and so do I. I keep the bowl in the ‘fridge until the fat is smoking then put the batter in the tins.”

  “I knew you must do. Those Yorkshire puddings were light as feathers. There aren’t many as can make ‘em like that,” Elsie said.

  Lennox smiled. If Elsie was praising Jane’s cooking, they were getting on well. Jane served tea and coffee.

  “Well, it’s nice to see you here. I know this could be a bit awkward, but Jane thought it best we try to get to know you, and she’s usually right. We haven’t got the results of the tests back yet. If Lennox is my son, I shall want to play a part in his life, but I want to reassure you, Elsie and Ron, that I don’t want to replace you two. I can see that you have done a superb job of raising him. I only wish my first wife had done things differently. She didn’t, so it’s no use crying over spilt milk. What do you feel about this situation?”

  Elsie looked at Ron and nodded. Lennox smiled. This was the Yorkshire way. They’d talked about it. Decisions had been made, but it was the man’s place to voice them. He knew that Ron would have consulted Elsie, and she would have held forth at great length on the subject. Here she preferred to let her man do the talking.

  “We ought to ‘ave given Lennox the letter when he was eighteen. We did ask ‘im, but ‘e said ‘e didn’t want to know. We talked it o’er and decided to leave it at that. ‘appen as we were wrong. That’s as mebbe now. We love Lennox like our own son. I’m right glad that you don’t want to separate us from him. What worrits us is what ‘appens if it turns out ‘e isn’t your son?”

  “I have thought a lot about that. If he’s mine, then there is no problem. If he isn’t, he will have to decide if he wants to go on looking for his father. I don’t want to lose him. He’s Charlotte’s son, and as such, if she’d told me about him, I’d have been glad to raise him as my own. She didn’t and that was water under the bridge now. The results are due next week, and so I feel we just have to contain ourselves in patience until then. We can make no firm decision until we know.”

  “I agree with that,” Lennox said. “I’ve thought about what I shall do and can come to no conclusion. I think it’s best if we leave things as they are, and when we have something concrete, I can decide what I want to do.”

  “Well, I think that’s enough about that now,” Jane said. “What do you all think about this proposed statue of the Man of Steel?”

  Lennox smiled. As a change of topic, it was masterly. Everyone had an opinion about the proposed statue in stainless steel. It was to be a monument to Sheffield’s steel-making past and the men who had helped to make the city great. The rest of the evening passed quickly in general conversation. Lennox was pleased to hear Elsie say as they left the house,” That were a grand meal, and they are nice folk.”

  He knew she could bestow no higher praise. That made him optimistic about the future, and he realised, as the knot left his stomach, just how wound up he’d been about the whole evening. Now they had to wait for the results.

  * * * *

  Jane picked up the letter off the mat below the letter box in the front door. She turned it over and saw the name of the laboratory on the back. So this was it. She took it into the kitchen where Angus was eating his breakfast and laid it beside his plate. He put down his knife and fork. His bacon and eggs were forgotten. Picking up the envelope, he slit the top then put the letter into Jane’s hands.

  “I want you to open it. I have made a decision, which I hope you will approve. I want someone to know the results, but I don’t want to know them myself. I like Lennox. I have become very fond of him. I want him in my life. If I open that letter and see he’s not my son, it will spoil it all for me. You look, don’t tell me, and then we’ll let him look before lodging the letter with our solicitor’s. So far as I’m concerned, he’s my son. If Charlotte had told me, I would have raised him as mine. He will be offered a job in the firm that will be his someday. Jane, my dear, what do you feel about this?”

  “Master, I have such joy from my children and grandchildren, and you have missed so much. I would wish you that happiness, too. If you feel that way, I will support you in your deci
sion. As you say, if she’d told you, you would have raised him as yours anyhow. He does look remarkably like you, too.”

  Jane slit the envelope, took out the sheet, and read it. Then she folded it carefully, put it back inside, and handed it to her Master.

  “You don’t mind adding him to our lives? He lives near, and we shall see a lot more of him than we see of your family.”

  “That means you can make up for lost time. I’m so happy for you.”

  “I’ve said this before, mo run, what did I do to deserve you in my life?”

  “Me, too, Master, but sometimes we just get lucky, and we did.”

  Angus gathered her in his arms and kissed her tenderly. Soon the kiss became demanding, and his arms tightened about her.

  “Jane, I can never get enough of you. I want to be inside you now.”

  Jane giggled. “Then what are you waiting for? I have no knickers on by your order. There is nothing in your way.”

  “Am I too demanding?”

  Jane held him at arm’s length and looked deep into his eyes.

  “Do you know how good it makes me feel at my age to know what effect I always have on you? Please don’t ever think that it’s too much. I love you to make love to me, anywhere, anytime, anyhow.”

  Angus growled his appreciation and swept her up into his arms and carried her over to the sofa.

  * * * *

  They met Lennox as arranged. Anna was with him. Lennox had asked that she be included as it was going to make a difference in her life, too, if everything went according to plan. Angus was happy to oblige.

  “Lennox, the DNA results have come back. I’ve talked at length with Jane. She has read them and knows the truth of the matter. I don’t need to or want to. Over the past few weeks, I’ve got to know you well. I want you in my life. If Charlotte had told me, you would already be a large part of my life. I look upon you as my son, I accept you as such. If you want or need to know, then Jane will tell you. There may be occasion later for health reasons, so I didn’t want to close the door completely. The results will be stored safely with my solicitors, and you have access if you need them. Just please don’t ever tell me.”