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  Prometheus in Chains 5

  Reconciliation

  Five years ago Llewellyn Morgan left and took up a training job in Wales to repay a debt of honour. He uncollared Gloria Jessops then, and almost broke her heart. Now he is back and wants to take up where he left off, and he wants a family with her. She is still in love with him and wants to be his slave, but he has a hard time convincing her he will not leave her again.

  Just as she begins to believe that all will be well, a man gives her some pictures he has taken of her and Llewellyn in their lovemaking and tries to blackmail her. What will happen when Llewellyn discovers her looking at the photos?

  Gloria has a special birthday present for her Master, but Llewellyn has a surprise of his own.

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary

  Length: 23,017 words

  RECONCILIATION

  Prometheus in Chains 5

  Clair de Lune

  EROTIC ROMANCE

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  RECONCILIATION

  Prometheus in Chains 5

  CLAIR DE LUNE

  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter One

  A voice like dark treacle, velvety soft but with underlying steel in it, said, “Angus Scott please.” It made Jane’s nipples hard and would have made her knickers wet, had she been allowed to wear any.

  “Angus Scott please,” he said again.

  “Er, um. Who shall I say is calling?”

  “Llewellyn.”

  Jane called Master Angus who came to the phone and talked for a while.

  Jane was a widow and had met Master Angus at Prometheus in Chains, a BDSM club. They had fallen in love, and had just got married. His nephews, Alexander and Ruari, had returned to Scotland and their deer farm. Fiona was their sub and had narrowly escaped being badly injured at the hands of her violent ex-boyfriend, and in the process had fallen hard for the two Scots. They were to be married in a few weeks. Jane and Angus would be attending the wedding.

  * * * *

  One week later Master Angus said to Jane, “We have a guest in two days’ time. He may decide to sleep in Prometheus in Chains or an hotel but he will spend his days with us here for a while.”

  “Who is it, Master?”

  “Master Llewellyn.”

  “Oh!” she breathed, remembering that voice.

  “Yes,” he said, “his voice is compelling and he can control wayward subs with just his voice.”

  “Yes, Master, I’m sure he can! But I’m not wayward am I?”

  He laughed and cuddled her close.

  “No you aren’t, well not often anyhow. Just often enough to provide me with entertainment. He will not be doing that with you in any case, my lovely.”

  “No, Master, I have all I can cope with here.”

  She giggled as he swatted her on the behind.

  Master Llewellyn Morgan arrived two days later. He had left his luggage in Prometheus in Chains but arrived in time for dinner. He was as impressive as his voice had led her to believe. Jane and Masters Angus and Llewellyn sat down together and, over one of Jane’s superb dinners, they chatted. After the cinnamon apple crumble, he wiped his lips on his napkin and said, “Master Angus, you have a treasure!”

  Jane glowed and turned pink under the double effect of his voice and his gaze. There was going to be a lot of interest among the subs in Prometheus in Chains. She smiled at him, thanked him prettily, and her Master caressed her tenderly.

  “How long are you staying up here for?” he asked.

  Master Angus had told Jane that it had been five years since Master Llewellyn had returned to Wales to help out a friend who was starting a BDSM club and needed an experienced Dom to train young Doms and subs alike. He was a very strict Dom but fair, and Prometheus had wanted him. Unfortunately his friend in Wales had got to him first and called in a favour.

  “I’m back here for good. I completed the promised five years, and the club is up and running successfully. You’ve met Master Rhys, one of my trainees. I know all about Jessica and her problems, and I helped Master Rhys with her training. I wasn’t surprised when she ran off. I had never thought she was really ok with what Master Rhys and jeremy wanted, but she never said so. It was more a feeling that she was hiding something. She was emaciated when she arrived but had filled out nicely by the time she ran away, and was bidding fair to being a very pretty little sub. A pity it didn’t all work out better. But then that’s life. Prometheus called me and said he needed help as all his Doms were collaring subs, and the other uncollared subs were getting restless. I can’t resist a challenge, and restless subs are just what I need to make my life interesting.”

  Master Angus laughed.

  “Get
ting out of practice with the singletail?” Master Angus asked him.

  Jane opened her eyes wide at that. This man wielded a whip?

  “No, it’s just that all the subs in my friend’s club are well under control, so there is no challenge any more and a few feisty ones will give a sparkle to life.” His voice and the threat or promise in it made Jane stare. She wondered if he had the same effect on all women.

  “Lucky subs, maybe,” Jane thought.

  He roared with laughter as did her Master. He seemed to laugh a lot for a Dom with such a fearsome reputation, Jane thought.

  Later Jane went up to bed and left her master reminiscing with Master Llewellyn. Jane smiled, it hadn’t gone unnoticed that she had been affected by the new Dom’s voice and presence, but Master Angus was sure of her and was amused at her reaction.

  * * * *

  Angus gave Llewellyn a small glass of single malt whisky and sat opposite him in one of the comfortable leather armchairs in the sitting room. Llewellyn sipped and looked around him. He seemed to appreciate his surroundings. It was certainly a comfortable room and Jane had made it more homely. She saw to it that there were always fresh flowers in a vase, scenting the air. On one wall, 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 covered with thick, pale-caramel wool rugs, deep enough to sink your toes in. There was a large TV and sound system and a couple of rows of Blu-ray discs and DVDs. Two walls were covered from floor to ceiling with bookcases, overflowing with books of all sorts, and there was 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.

  “This is a very cosy room, Angus, old friend. I envy you your life, your new wife, and your happiness.”

  “It’s past time you settled down yourself, you old rascal.”

  “Less of the old, boyo, you’re older than I am.”

  “Indeed I am, Jane has given me a new lease of life. What are you doing back here now?”

  “I’m hoping to rebuild my life with Gloria.”

  “I wish you well with that, but I can’t see it being easy. She was a wreck after you went away. She’s a friend of Jane’s and I wouldn’t like to see her hurt again.”

  “There is no fear of that. I want to settle here now.”

  “Well I’m glad to hear it, but what if you have to go away again?”

  “I shan’t be going anywhere.”

  “How can you be so sure? You were ready to take up Prometheus’s offer last time, then this old mate from Wales put pressure on you.” Angus could see that Llewellyn didn’t like that expression, but it was what he felt had happened.

  “Well, that was a one-off.” Angus looked sceptical and saw Llewellyn take a deep breath before replying.

  “The friend in Wales was Cliff Williams.”

  “The Cliff Williams that served with you in the SAS?”

  “That Cliff Williams. It just so happened that he saved my life, so you see I owed him a debt of honour. When he asked me to go I had nothing on paper with Prometheus, so I felt obliged to help Cliff out.”

  “Well, if you’d seen fit to explain that, it would all have made a great deal more sense,” Angus remarked, rising to refill their glasses.

  “More Scotch? Ice?”

  “Yes to the Scotch, no to the ice, thank you, Angus. Yes, I suppose it would, but you know it was never my way to explain myself. Now I see I was wrong. I know Gloria had it tough. Prometheus has kept me informed about her.”

  “Yes, I know. So what are you going to do about her?”

  “Angus, old friend, I love her and I want to make a life with her. But I’m scared she won’t have me.”

  Angus roared with laughter. “Llewellyn scared of his slave? Oh my, that’s priceless.”

  “Yes, and it goes no further.”

  “Well, we can go to the club with you tomorrow, it will be interesting to see what happens. Now don’t look daggers at me, I won’t spill the beans, even to Jane.”

  They spent another hour talking over old times, then decided it was time to call it a night.

  * * * *

  The next morning Jane awoke and went to look out of the window at the garden and the weather for the day. She glanced down and gasped. Master Llewellyn was in the garden in just a pair of sweatpants. He’d stayed the night before in the spare room. He and Master Angus had chatted over drinks until late. They’d had a lot of catching up to do, Master had said when he finally came to join her in their bed.

  Master Llewellyn was a sight for sore eyes. He was a huge man. He was tall and broad with a well-muscled back, and his chest was covered in curling black hair which grew to a point over his flat stomach and disappeared into his sweatpants. He had short black hair and deep blue eyes set wide apart under beetling black brows. His lips were full and sensual. His arms were covered in curling black hair, too, and were well muscled. His long, elegant feet were bare, and his legs were splayed, straining against the fabric of the pants and showing the corded muscles working. Now his back was to her, and tattooed upon it was the rampant red dragon of Wales, whose tail curled around his hip and disappeared around to the front. She could imagine where it went. Then he turned slightly, and she saw the erect cock in his pants, and from the look of it, that was where the tail of the dragon ended.

  “Oh my.” She breathed. She felt her eyes grow big and round, and her tongue snaked out to lick her lips. She couldn’t breathe, and she could feel her cunt drip moisture down her thighs.

  He was engaged in graceful controlled movements, and the muscles of his back rippled and bunched as he moved.

  “Tae kwon do,” a voice murmured in her ear, and she jumped and squeaked. She was startled, as she had not heard her Master get up or come up behind her. She had been far too absorbed in the sight they now both contemplated.

  “That dragon,” she managed to say.

  “If you ask nicely he’ll show you where the tail ends. Be prepared to be surprised,” he said and chuckled.

  They went downstairs together and began to prepare the breakfast.

  She had decided to give them all a full English breakfast. Master Llewellyn’s praise of the night before had given her something to live up to. She made porridge and fried eggs and bacon. Toast and oatcakes and marmalade would follow, and her Master made a huge pot of coffee. She preferred tea so he also made a pot of English breakfast tea.

  Master Llewellyn came in, and she heard his deep laugh when Master Angus spoke to him, in a whisper.

  “So you are curious, cariad?” Master Llewellyn asked.

  She blushed and looked down, but curiosity overcame her shyness. She peeked and squeaked when she saw him standing with his pants about his ankles and his huge erect cock emerging from its nest of curly hair, as black as the coal from the valleys of Wales, and bobbing in front of her. The tail of the dragon curled around his hip and ended partway along his cock. She felt her eyes grow round again, and her tongue snaked out to lick her lips. She couldn’t speak, and her pussy was wet. Both men laughed.

  “He usually has that effect,” Master Angus said.

  Llewellyn pulled up the sweatpants and tucked his cock back inside them. Master Angus took him upstairs to find him towels for his shower while she finished frying the bacon as best she could in the state she was now in. Fortunately Master Angus had a sense of humour, and he was sure of her devotion to him alone. She could look and admire his friend, but she had no desire for anyone but Angus, and he knew it. The three of them had breakfast together and Jane got to know Llewellyn better as they chatted.

  Chapter Two

  That evening Jane and her Master went to Prometheus in Chains with Llewellyn, who had liked what he saw when he called in to see Prometheus. The quiet elegance of the entrance impressed him. Llewellyn knew Prometheus was proud of the club and happy to show him around and explain the facilities, and he wa
s still talking as they went into the main room. Llewellyn breathed deeply of the smell he loved and looked across the room to the bar.

  Prometheus took him over to introduce him to Eric and his sub, Emma, Jane’s granddaughter, who was seated on a barstool talking to Eric and a few others. They chatted and laughed together for a few minutes. Llewellyn was about to ask a question when, his eyes straying around the room, stopped at the uncollared subs’ area. He excused himself and left the group he was with and went over to the woman, sitting in their midst, that he would have known anywhere.

  * * * *

  Gloria was sitting, chatting with her friends in the uncollared subs’ area, when over at the bar, a deep laugh rang out. She stiffened, turned to look, and her eyes widened in shock. It was Master Llewellyn. She’d know that laugh anywhere. Oh my God, what am I going to do now? I hope he doesn’t notice me! No! I hope he does notice me! I don’t know which is worse. What’s he doing here? What if he’s come with a sub? Can I get out of here without his seeing me? I’ll die if he’s got another slave in tow.

  It all came flooding back. The years she’d spent as his slave. The profound sense of well-being and contentment she derived from serving him, and the care and protection she’d received in her turn. She remembered with anguish the terrible day when he said he had to leave her.

  “Cariad, I owe this man a debt. It’s a debt of honour and I must repay him.”

  “Master, why must you leave? I thought you were going to the new club with Master Prometheus.”