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  Prometheus in Chains 6

  Catriona's Golden Angel

  Catriona expects just another night of whips and bondage at the opening night of Prometheus in Chains. Then her blond Angel walks in the door. Tall, slim, and athletic with a luscious body. It is lust at first sight for both of them.

  Catriona and Angel meet outside the club, and he woos her. She introduces him to Kinbaku bondage, and in the process they fall deeply in love. Forceful in their private lovemaking, he is still very much her submissive in the club.

  His mother dislikes her on sight. Someone is circulating damaging rumours about Catriona. In his public persona of Adrian Webster, Angel discovers who is behind the attempt to damage Catriona and it rocks his world. Will this split them up? He is going to have to make a difficult choice. Ready for a confrontation, instead, she has a surprise in store for him, and a happily ever after.

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary

  Length: 23,227 words

  CATRIONA’S GOLDEN ANGEL

  Prometheus in Chains 6

  Clair de Lune

  EROTIC ROMANCE

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  CATRIONA’S GOLDEN ANGEL

  Copyright © 2013 by Clair de Lune

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  CATRIONA’S GOLDEN

  ANGEL

  Prometheus in Chains 6

  CLAIR DE LUNE

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  Just another night of whips and bondage, Mistress Catriona thought as she replaced the flogger at her hip. That’s another satisfied customer, but what of me? She turned and walked over to the bar to talk to the Dom there. It was the opening night of Prometheus in Chains, and the bar was busy, so she got her water and, leaning her back against the bar, she turned to look at the customers.

  She was tall for a woman, at five ten. Her hair was dark chestnut, with red lights in it. It was quite long and straight, falling below shoulder length. Her eyes were large and blue-gray. She had a heart-shaped face, high cheek bones, a determined chin, and rosy cheeks with a dimple when she smiled. Her mouth was wide and generous, with a plump bottom lip. She had a small, straight nose. She was slim and curvaceous with firm, full, DD breasts, with light-brown areolas and nipples. Her skin was warm and creamy. She was dissatisfied with her life, and she knew she’d no right to be.

  As the only pro Domme and female rope Top employed in this new, prestigious club, she was at the top of her profession. That was her profession, but her private life was something else. She played with subs, but increasingly, she felt there was something lacking. If she were honest, it was someone lacking. She’d had no romantic interest in her life for ages, and she was frustrated. None of her clients did it for her.

  Catriona knew he was the one as soon as he walked into the main room of Prometheus in Chains. He was tall, at six two, and bronzed. He didn’t have the fake bronze of a tan or sun bed, but the golden skin of the Mediterranean. He was not overmuscled, but he was hard and firm, with not an ounce of flab anywhere. His shoulders were wide, and his waist and hips were narrow. His stomach was flat and taut. His golden hair was shorter than she liked, but it could be grown. It had a slight hint of a wave already, and, if it was allowed to grow down to his shoulders, it would wave and curl under. She longed to run her fingers through his silken tresses and massage his scalp as he sat at her feet. His eyes, as they turned her way, were hazel with flecks of green. Green and gold was her favourite combination. He had the head and face of a Greek God.

  Tonight, in honour of the opening of the club, she wore a new corset in emerald green. Laced tight, it pushed up her firm, generous breasts. She’d been pleased with it when she had bought it, and even more when she put it on. Master Angus’s Curvy Woman always came up trumps. She was a valuable customer and a friend of the owner.

  She saw the blond angel’s eyes widen and his nostrils flare as he caught her gaze. Then his eyes dropped. She gave a little crow of laughter. He was a sub. Unfortunately, at the same time, she noticed a tall, thin, bad-tempered-looking Dom take hold of him by the neck and put a collar on him. She didn’t like that. The Dom looked mean, and she disliked him on sight.

  Still, if he has the entrée in the club, he must be okay, or is he? she wondered. The full vetting would only be done for prospective members, and tonight was a one-off, by invitation only, to let those in the know experience the new club. Later, members would apply and be accepted or rejected. Membership was going to be by recommendation. She remembered Prometheus, one of the owners of the club, had said Eric, his Head of Security, would do the investigating. Not much got past Eric. Nevertheless, she decided to keep an eye on that mean Dom. She went over to the house phone and called E
ric.

  “There’s a beautiful, blond sub here, and he’s with a mean-looking Dom whom I don’t trust. Can you keep an eye on them for me?”

  Eric chuckled. “Of course, Catriona, and I have them on camera now. I can see why you don’t like the Dom,” he said.

  His chuckle and the phrasing were ambiguous, and she wondered if she didn’t like the Dom because he was with her Angel. She didn’t know his name, but to her, he was her “Angel.” She would always call him that. It was what had come to her mind as she first set eyes on him. She ran the thought over and over in her mind. Maybe there was an element of that, but it wasn’t all bias. She had seen that sort of Dom before, and didn’t trust him. Skating over the “my Angel” that had popped into her mind, she began to circulate. She wanted to meet as many of the prospective members as she could. She was due to put on a display later. That’s what she told herself but, when, for the fourth time, she passed the Dom and “her” Angel, she gave up pretending to herself. Angel looked at her every time she passed him. The look in his eyes was worshipful. The mean Dom had put a leash on him by now, and was towing him around the club. Angel didn’t look happy. There was nothing she could do about it. The Dom had done nothing wrong, and Angel was wearing his collar and a lead, to which he must have consented.

  Soon, it was her turn to do the demonstration of Kinbaku. She asked for a volunteer Dom-and-sub pair. To her complete astonishment, the mean Dom came forward with Angel. She explained what she was going to do and asked Angel if he consented.

  “He has no choice,” the Dom said.

  Catriona was as mad as fire. Has this idiot never heard of consensual? She turned pointedly to Angel and asked him again if he consented, holding up her hand for silence, as the Dom was about to answer for him.

  “Yes, Mistress,” he said in a low, musical voice, which made her nipples harden and vibrated in her pussy. This was going to be interesting. When the Dom realised Catriona would be doing the rope work, not him, he started to lose interest. He made some remark about female rope Tops, but she ignored him. Better Doms than he had called her skill into question, and she’d shut them up when they saw she was more than just competent. She had been mentored by the very best, Master “K,” and she strove always to be a credit to Him.

  She chose her ropes with care, thinking about how she would bind him, what colour to use, and how long a rope to use. “How shall I display him to best advantage?” She wasn’t going to suspend him. She wanted him to move about the club in the rope harness she created for him. She had him strip, and almost gasped at the sight of one of the biggest, most beautiful cocks she’d ever seen in her life. He was very long, but thick, too, and the head of his erect member was dark red, rather than purple. As he took off his thong, his cock sprang to attention, almost reaching his waist. When he turned to place his thong neatly on the floor with the lead, his balls were displayed. They had been waxed or shaven bare, and they were of a size with his cock. Her mouth watered as she thought of licking and sucking them into her mouth.

  This was getting her nowhere. She chose the ropes, stilled her mind and her thoughts, then she began to bind him in the intricate pattern she had chosen.

  When she taught classes, she’d stop at every stage and explain. Luckily, tonight was a demonstration, so no need to talk. Not that she could have made much sense to anyone, at present. The minute she touched him, she was lost. He kept his eyes lowered, but he couldn’t control the twitch of his cock, as her hands made contact with him. She was wet and aroused, and would need some attention soon. She finished the demonstration. Her plan was that he would keep the ropes on him until later in the evening, when she would take them off. She could have suspended him. He would have made a beautiful subject. Later there will be time for…but will there? He already had a Dom. She had to remember that.

  Chapter Two

  She was sitting at the bar, talking to Eric, who, for some reason best known to himself, had decided to do bar duty from time to time, when there was a disturbance over by the spanking benches. She stood up, with her feet on the supports of the bar stool, but could see nothing. Prometheus didn’t like disturbances, so he would deal with it. He had extra monitors on tonight, too, so no need for her to worry.

  She was wrong. Her Angel was brought over to the bar area on his way out into the foyer and the men’s locker room. His back was a mess. Her ropes had been cut off his chest and back, and someone, who didn’t know what they were doing, had whipped him. His back was cut, and he was bleeding and almost unconscious. Catriona was furious. She couldn’t go into the men’s locker room, although she had got down off her stool and was heading that way, when Torquil, the Dungeon Master, took her arm to stop her. She almost lost it. She had raised her other arm to strike him, when she realised who he was.

  “Catriona, stop. Come here!” he said in his firm voice.

  He took her back to the bar, and Eric gave her water.

  “What the hell happened in there?” she asked.

  “There was an argument. The sub didn’t want the harness cut off, but the Dom insisted. Then the Dom said punishment was due, because the sub hadn’t obeyed him. The sub really had no choice, and so was put on the St Andrew’s cross. The Dom got a singletail, and had wielded it three times on the sub, before the dozy monitor realised that he had no skill with it. In fact, it was the first time the Dom had used one, and he nearly injured himself with the whip and those watching, too,” Torquil said.

  “Well when I get to him, he’ll wish he had.” Catriona growled.

  “No, you don’t have the right. Prometheus is explaining things to him and, if the sub wants to, he can press charges. There’s a doctor here, and he’s attending to the wounds.”

  Catriona was hard-pressed not to run into the locker room to see for herself. Prometheus’s office door opened, and he came out, followed by two large Doms, flanking the mean one, who looked chastened. The Doms escorted him out of the club.

  Soon, her Angel came out of the locker room and went into Prometheus’s office. She wished she could go in and hear what was being said, but she had to wait. Then he came out, and she went over to him and took his hand. Ignoring the rest, she led him to a quiet area, and had him sit down next to her on the sofa. Gently she stroked the fingers of the hand she had not let go of. “Is that man your Dom?” she asked. She waited, anxiously, for his answer.

  “Do you wish me to address you as Mistress, Lady, or Ma’am?” he asked, looking down at his hand in hers.

  “Mistress Catriona is what I prefer. That’s what subs usually call me.”

  “Mistress Catriona, I don’t really know that Dom very well. He’s a friend of a friend, and asked if I’d come here with him tonight. I wanted to see this new club, so I accepted.”

  She let out the breath she realised she’d been holding in. There was no obstacle in her way then.

  “I’ll get you out of the rest of those ropes, and you can put your thong back on if you like,” she offered.

  “I loved the ropes, and wanted to keep them on. That’s why there was a problem. Now he has ruined them for me, so best take them off, if it please you, Mistress Catriona.”

  She cut off the ropes and disposed of them. She, too, felt they were tainted, and wouldn’t want to use them again, even if they had not had Angel’s blood on them, so they couldn’t be used for any other sub without a lot of cleaning, which was no easy task with Asanawa rope. At the very least, they would bring back the memory of his injury at the hands of that man.

  The usual Gregorian chant came over the sound system. It was soothing, calming, bringing the mood down. It was Prometheus’s way of saying his club was closing soon. The final track of the night would be Cream’s “White Room.” One of Prometheus’s favourites.

  “Please, Mistress Catriona, may I see you again? Outside the club, in order to get to know you better?” Angel asked.

  Catriona was very pleased. She wanted this, but she wanted her Angel to ask. If he hadn’t, she woul
d have done so, but it was better if he asked. “Certainly, how about a coffee tomorrow? What time suits you?” she asked.

  Chapter Three

  Catriona arrived at the coffee shop on time. She was pleased to see he was waiting for her. He was formally dressed in an elegant business suit, with a white linen shirt and old rose silk tie. His hair was shining in the sun as he stood to welcome her and held out the chair for her. He asked her what she would like and went to get it for her, bringing a slice of lemon cake with it. He’d collected brown and white sugar, a fork for the cake, and napkins. She was pleased with his attention to detail, and his obvious desire to serve her. As she sipped her coffee and ate her cake, she looked at him. His gaze fell when their eyes met.

  “Look at me, Angel,” she said.

  Startled, he met her gaze.

  “My name is Adrian Webster,” he said.

  “You look like an Angel, so I will call you Angel,” she replied, and she could tell he was pleased.

  He only had half an hour before he had to be back at work, but he asked if she’d meet him for lunch. She had things to do in town, so she agreed and, at 12:30 p.m., he was waiting for her outside Zizi’s, the Italian restaurant she had chosen. They went in. She was pleased to see he had reserved a table for them. Once seated, and the menus in their hands, they began to debate what to eat.