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

by Clair de Lune

  He thought back to when this feeling of unease had started. Four days ago they’d had a delicious session at her desk and a long soak in the bath followed by dinner in the hotel, and she’d been as happy and as relaxed as he’d ever seen her. He thought she was happier than he’d seen her since he came back and well on the way to believing in their future together, even if she did have reservations. That was the last time she’d been so happy. It must have started the next day. He could think of no word or action of his that had triggered it. She’d been to the library to collect her books and filled in her journal, and there was nothing in there to the point.

  What the fuck could it be? Just as things were going so well, he thought. He just had to find out what was going on, but how to do it? He resolved on going home early, and when he’d completed the class he was teaching, he cut short the question-and-answer session. They could wait until the next session. His gloria couldn’t. He wanted it sorted out and soon.

  Once back at the hotel, he parked the car and went quickly up to the fifth floor. He used his key card and quietly entered the room. She didn’t hear him come in. She was standing by her desk with a folder open on it. Her head was bowed, and her shoulders slumped. She looked devastated.

  What the hell could she have in that folder to affect her so? Could it be some health problem? Maybe she’d found out she couldn’t have children, and she was afraid he’d leave her. Why, oh, why had he made a production out of having children? He wanted them, but he wanted her more. He would never let her go no matter what. These thoughts and others went round and round in his head as he looked at her. She whirled round as, at last, she heard him or sensed he was there. She knocked the folder, and it fell to the floor. Several black-and-white photos fell out, and she bent trying frantically to pick them up. He took one from her fingers and was gripped by an anger so fierce that he crumpled the photo in his hand. He calmed himself with an effort, then he held out his hands for the rest of the photos. He looked at all of them then replaced them in the folder and gathered her in his arms.

  “Tell me, cariad,” he said softly into her ear.

  The dam broke, and she sobbed in his embrace. He petted and soothed her until she’d calmed down a little, then he led her over to a sofa. He sat her down by his side. He held her close to him as she shook. He was going to kill someone for doing this to her. At least it was none of the things he had feared, although that was small consolation.

  He listened carefully to her story then he said, “There’s no truth to his story, my gloria. I did nothing wrong in the SAS. He can have no documents or proof because none exist. What does this man want?”

  “Master I know you didn’t, you wouldn’t but, if he makes up a story and sends it to the press, mud will stick. He said there would have to be an investigation that would hurt you. I don’t know what he wants. He asked me to go out with him.” Then she told him the rest of her encounter with the man in the lift and her clipped answers to his questions as she had tried to put him off.

  “He said he’d be in touch when he gave me the folder, but he hasn’t yet,” she said. Llewellyn saw she was calmer now that she had told him. He held her and soothed her. He stroked her hair, and he rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head. He thought and thought, then he took out his mobile and called Eric. Master Eric was the Head of Security at Prometheus in Chains. He loved nothing better than having a problem to solve.

  * * * *

  Half an hour later Eric arrived. Llewellyn told him all the facts and showed him the camera. He was of the opinion that it was a very common one, and it was no use trying to trace the purchase. He sat and thought for a while, then he said, “We have to find out what he wants. He’s made you wait three days in order to get you worried and on edge. He’ll be in touch soon, I’m sure. When he gets in touch, I want you to call me at once.”

  Llewellyn saw that she was relieved, and they both told Eric she would. Then Eric searched the room carefully but found no more devices. He agreed with her that, to judge from the angle of the shots, all the pictures were taken by the one camera. Now that had been disposed of, the man couldn’t watch them anymore. He told them he would get his friend, Jack, to come over later on with special equipment, then he left. Jack was in Special Branch and soon, on his retirement, to be one of the Doms in Prometheus in Chains. One hour later Jack arrived with another man and an odd device. He performed a sweep of the room but found nothing. So they were safe in the room. He advised them to carry on as normal, so the man would not suspect anything if he was watching them from the foyer of the hotel. Gloria gave him a description of the man, but he seemed very ordinary and average. Jack said he didn’t hold out much hope of finding out much about him. They thanked him, and he left.

  Llewellyn took her out for a meal. He suspected she’d feel her privacy had been invaded and she wouldn’t be happy any longer in that hotel room. “We’re going to start looking for a house as soon as this is cleared up. I for one no longer feel comfortable in that room,” he said, looking closely at her as he said it. He saw he’d been right. She didn’t like the room anymore. She didn’t feel comfortable and felt their space had been violated, as did he.

  “We’ll go to the club tonight, and I will reserve one of the rooms. We can make love there. We won’t be making love in that hotel room until this is sorted out,” he said reassuringly.

  He took her cold little hands in his and raised them to his lips. I must be getting old, or maybe I am one of the New Age Doms…getting soft. He knew why he was getting soft. She was sitting right in front of him.

  “Don’t fret, cariad. We will get through this.”

  He saw the trust in her eyes, and his heart swelled. Maybe they could turn this horrible episode to their advantage. They would find their future home earlier than planned, but that was all to the good. He had teaching commitments the next day, but suggested she go to the estate agents. That would get her out of the hotel for a few hours. Together over coffee they made notes on what sort of house they wanted and where they’d like to live. She was diffident at first, as she didn’t know how much he was able to spend on the house. She had no idea how much money he had or earned, and when he mentioned the sum available, he noticed her eyes widen in shock.

  * * * *

  The next afternoon he collected her from the estate agent’s office with her folder of possible houses. They took them back to the hotel and sat over coffee and cakes in the hotel lounge and discussed the houses. They made a list, and she said she’d arrange viewings the next day. Eric arrived just then and told them he had a plan. They were sitting at a distance from the nearest occupied sofa so no one could overhear. He went ahead and explained it to them. He would get a microphone for her to wear. Eric and Llewellyn would secrete themselves in the bedroom and Gloria would get him to tell her what he wanted and why he was doing this. They would record it all and have evidence to put a stop to his little schemes.

  Llewellyn vetoed it outright to start with, and it was only after gloria had persuaded him that she wanted this over with, and Eric’s plan seemed to be the best available option at the moment, that Llewellyn consented.

  All they had to do now was wait until the man made contact with her.

  That came the next day. She was in her room alone just after Llewellyn had gone out, and the telephone rang. It was the man in the lift. She recognised his voice.

  “Have you had a good look at the photos?”

  “Yes, what do you want? How dare you take such photos of us?” she asked.

  “I want you, and I am going to have you. Today will be just fine.”

  “No, I won’t go out with you!”

  “You lost your chance of going out with me. Now you’re going to fuck me like you fuck him. I want to use the crop on you like he does, and you will allow it.”

  She pleaded with him then that she couldn’t betray Llewellyn, but he was adamant. When she thought it was time, as Eric had coached her to do, she gave in gradually and fix
ed up a meeting for the next afternoon in the hotel.

  Chapter Nine

  The following day she went to Prometheus in Chains with Llewellyn, and Jack fitted her up with a microphone, as arranged. Eric and Llewellyn were to conceal themselves in the bedroom and wait for her to return home. They thought that the man would be concentrating on her and would follow her when she went to the hotel room. They left, and she waited the thirty minutes they’d agreed on and got into a taxi which took her back to the hotel. She got into the lift and wasn’t surprised to find the man got in with her. “Did you like the photos?” he asked.

  She refused to answer at first.

  “I’m coming to your hotel room with you, and we’ll discuss it there. Is the gorilla due back at his usual time?”

  “Yes, he will be back as usual.”

  They got to the hotel room, and she used her card to open the door. The bedroom door was only slightly ajar, but she saw it and was reassured. She knew she wasn’t alone. “Now I’ll tell you what you are going to do. I like what I saw in the photos. I want you like that for myself. I’ve a mind to whip that fine arse of yours. I want you to suck my cock. If you don’t do all that I want and willingly, that story of his time in the SAS, with photos and the other evidence, will go to the local press. He’ll be on his way to prison and then you will be on your own. I don’t want any unwillingness on your part. You’ll have to make me believe you are enjoying it because if you don’t I will send the story. The press are always on the look out for upstanding people who fall by the wayside. They will love his story,” he said.

  “Please, I can’t do that. Please don’t make me do that,” she begged.

  “He would never need to know, and what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him.”

  “I will not betray him,” Gloria said emphatically.

  “Very well then. I’ll go and phone the local rag now.” He stood up to leave, but she clutched at his sleeve, and he shook her off. She fell to the ground, and then the door to the bedroom was flung open, and a fury emerged. Llewellyn picked the man up by the collar and shook him until his teeth rattled in his head.

  “You weasel. You dare to lay hands on her? You’re not good enough to lick her boots.”

  Saying that, he pushed the man’s head down until his face was on gloria’s shoes.

  “Clean her shoes, and do it well or I will take you apart.”

  The man had no option but to lick her shoes, and although gloria didn’t like it, she saw that Llewellyn wasn’t to be moved.

  Jack arrived and laughed at the spectacle.

  “I know him,” he said. “He works on the local paper. He’s a muck-raking reporter called Jim Waverley.”

  “Well, Mr Waverley, we have a recording of you blackmailing this lady, and now we have footage of you licking her shoes. I think you will find your editor and many others won’t be so keen on employing you given the recent events with members of the press doing illegal recordings. If Miss Jessops wants to press charges, I’m sure a nice, long prison sentence awaits you,” Eric said.

  Gloria saw that Jim Waverley looked ashen. He shook as he waited for her decision.

  She didn’t like the man. She had spent four days worrying because of him, and because of him she and her Master couldn’t fuck in this room. She didn’t want a story about Llewellyn all over the press, and she knew if it came to court, as it would have to do if he were charged, it would all leak out. She didn’t want lies spread about Llewellyn, because she knew that, if such a story were told, it would follow him everywhere. People always believed what they read in the press, and they would think there was no smoke without fire. She looked at Llewellyn for advice. “In this instance, whatever you decide, I’ll go along with. You don’t have to decide now either. If you want to make him wait and worry and experience a little of what he has done to you, then do that,” he said.

  She looked at Eric and Jack and saw they thought that was a good idea.

  “You can come back here in one week at this time, and I’ll tell you what I’ve decided. I want all copies of those photos, and I want your laptop or wherever you downloaded the camera feed, and I want that wiped today. I want you to give all those documents you said you had to Jack and Eric,” Gloria said.

  Jack and Eric took Jim out, and a couple of hours later, Eric rang to say it had all been done. There were no documents and no evidence of anything, he’d invented it all and used it as a bluff. No copies remained and his laptop had been properly erased as Eric had done it.

  She was exhausted and was delighted when Llewellyn said they’d have a meal sent up and an early night.

  Later, with him curled around her back and his strong arm around her, the palm of his hand resting on her breast, she sighed in relief and slept.

  Chapter Ten

  Llewellyn and Gloria had seen four houses already, but none seemed just what they really wanted. He knew which one he wanted, and at the moment they were heading toward it. He wanted her to choose this one, but he didn’t want her to choose it just to please him. If all worked out according to his plan, she would be spending a lot of time there. He would be out working, but she would be working on her Open University course and hopefully putting what she learned into practise on her own children. He wanted her to have the house she felt could be her home for the future.

  She looked at him.

  “Why are we on this road, Master? It leads to Master Angus’s house. Are we going there?”

  “No, cariad. The next house is just along this road.” As he said that he turned into the drive of a house with a “For Sale” sign at the entrance. She liked what she saw, he could tell. Her eyes widened in surprise at the long, low bungalow spread out before her. It was built of stone and had huge picture windows at the front facing the hills of the Peak District. The garden was as private as Master Angus’s. Llewellyn would bet she couldn’t quite remember which house was Master Angus’s, but she knew it was nearby. The stream that marked the boundary of Master Angus’s property did the same for this one. The lawn sloped down to the stream, and the tall bushes and trees at either side gave a lot of privacy. Llewellyn had the key and opened the door. Inside there was a large hall with real oak flooring. There was a really enormous living room to the left. Opening off it was the master bedroom, with a walk-in wardrobe and private bathroom. Adjacent to this bedroom was another large bedroom, also opening off the lounge, just the place for the nursery.

  They went back to the hall which led to two more bedrooms and a kitchen at the other side. The bedrooms had the family bathroom between them. The kitchen was large and square with a long window over the sink. It was fitted with lots of high gloss white units and held a table and four chairs. The utility room opened off the kitchen and had a range of washing and drying equipment as well as space for ironing and hanging items to air.

  She looked at him, and he could tell she loved it as much as he did, when he had seen it in the brochure.

  “Do you like it, cariad?” he asked.

  “Oh yes, Master.” She breathed. “This is the one for me. What about you?”

  “Oh it was always this one. I just wanted you to decide for yourself and not to please me.”

  She went over and, taking his hand, lifted it to her lips and kissed it.

  He pulled her into his arms and, lifting her up, allowed her to wrap her legs around his waist, resting her feet on his buttocks. He said, “I want you now! Strip.”

  She didn’t hesitate. All her clothes came off and were folded neatly, then she knelt on the floor, eyes down and palms on her thighs.

  “Beautiful,” he said, taking her hand and raising her up. He lifted her in his arms and placed her once again with her legs wrapped around his waist, then he went over to the wall and pressed her back to it. She held onto him as he took one hand and released his huge cock. He knew she was wet and ready. She was always wet for him. When he had her strip and kneel, it was the anticipation that made her hot and wet. Usually he would make her wait a
while to increase her arousal, but today he wanted her now!

  “You can move as much as you like today,” he said and knew he had disconcerted her. He wanted to see what she would do. She was tentative at first, but soon she was sinking down on him slowly and rising up until he was almost out of her pussy then sinking down on him again. He’d trained her to be still when they fucked, but he found he liked it when she moved on him. He would have to rethink that one. Maybe he was getting old and soft. He chuckled and said that to her. She gasped as he rammed his cock into her and said, “Your cock doesn’t feel at all soft to me, Master, more like a baseball bat.”

  He laughed at that. He took over the fucking then and, raising her high, he slammed her back down on his cock and was rewarded by a scream of pleasure. He continued to raise her and ram her back down as she gasped.

  “Oh, yes, Master. Please fuck me harder. I want all your length deep inside me.”

  Then he felt her muscles contract, and she called out his name as she climaxed on his cock. Her juices coated him liberally, and the wet slap of his cock in her pussy, as well as the contractions as she came, brought his own release very shortly afterward. He held her close until she could stand, then helped her to clean up and redress. She licked his cock to clean it and tucked him back into his jeans.

  “Well we’ve christened the house. Let’s go and buy it,” he said. “By the way Master Angus and Jane will be your next-door neighbours.”

  Her squeal of joy was as delightful to his ears as he’d known it would be. He was glad that Jane would be near gloria. They’d become friends in Prometheus in Chains, he knew, and Master Angus was one of his oldest friends. Aside from that, gloria wasn’t young to be contemplating having a baby. She’d need help and advice and who better than Jane to help her? Jane was a grandmother and well used to looking after babies. Reading about it was all very well, but a little hands-on experience was worth a lot of print. Jane was new to the D/s lifestyle, and Llewellyn knew there had been problems for Angus. Maybe it could be a two-way thing, and his gloria could smooth Jane’s path into the lifestyle. Time would tell, but things were looking up now.