Learning to Live with Her Master [Prometheus in Chains 4] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read online

  Jane saw jessica in the crowd. jessica, a fellow sub in the club, didn’t like her because jessica herself had wanted Master Angus, but he hadn’t wanted her. When he chose Jane, jessica became her enemy. Now Jane heard her say, “Look how marked her breasts are. It comes with age, I suppose, but it looks ugly.”

  The deep, stern voice of Master Torquil, the feared Dungeon Master, said, “You will not start anything here today. Those marks are not from age. She has had children and suckled them, and she can be justly proud of the marks left by that.”

  jessica couldn’t believe that he would prefer an older woman over her. jessica was a pretty, blonde woman. She was slim, and Jane wasn’t. jessica had made scathing comments about Jane ever since Jane had come to the club. Those remarks grew more bitter in proportion as Master Angus’s interest in Jane developed. At first, Jane had been reduced to tears by the hurtful things jessica had said, mainly because Jane agreed with them. Eventually, as Master Angus had helped her to regain her confidence, Jane had rounded on jessica and put her in her place. This had given the blonde woman pause, but had not stopped her snide remarks.

  Jane had heard the comment, but it didn’t matter. jessica had no power to hurt her now. She was amazed at Master Torquil defending her. She felt Master Angus behind her, his hands on her shoulders as he, too, heard what they had said. She supposed he was waiting for her to get upset, but today she wasn’t giving jessica the satisfaction of even knowing she’d heard, let alone thinking it might have hurt her. Then she realised it hadn’t. Such comments no longer had the power to hurt her. She squared her shoulders, and he nuzzled her neck as he said softly, “Well done, my lassie. She only has the power to hurt you with her words if you allow her to.”

  Jane fingered her collar. “Not any more, Master,” she said.

  He pulled her into his arms and kissed her witless, giggling as he had to endure the remarks of his friends. “I’ll tell you later, when we are alone, just how much that Gaelic in your vows meant to me,” he whispered to her, and she shivered in anticipation. It was fortunate she had a robe on, revealing though it was. Her pussy was flooded with moisture, and her nipples ached for his touch. They were swollen and stiff. Everyone could see how aroused she was. He was bloody lucky, she thought. Who could tell if his cock was erect under all those yards of wool? Her eyes had strayed to the place that occupied her thoughts and he said, “Just so, little darling, I can see you are very ready to be fucked. I am more than ready to fuck you, too,” which only made it worse. She knew he’d said it to increase her arousal as his dark chuckle curled her toes.

  Chapter Four

  Angus took Jane to southern Spain for a holiday after the collaring ceremony. In Granada they had spent the day walking about the city and had a lovely meal. Then, tired with all the walking, they went back to the hotel. Angus could not wait to get her upstairs. She smiled as he impatiently pressed the button for the lift time after time until it arrived and he ushered her in. Once in their room he said, “Strip,” and when she had complied, he led her out onto their private balcony overlooking the Alhambra. The sun was sinking low in the sky, and the view was breathtaking. He put her hands on the railing and told her to hold on tight and not let go.

  “I never told you how much it meant to me to hear the Gaelic phrase you ended your vows with. Now I am going to show you instead.”

  He spread her legs wide, knelt between her and the railing, and opened her labia with his big strong hands. She whimpered in anticipation but knew he was not about to go fast.

  “Watch the Alhambra as the light fades, and just feel,” he said, and she heard his voice shake with the emotion of the moment. He leaned in to smell her arousal, and she heard him inhale deeply, then she felt his tongue as he licked his way up to her clit. The jolt she felt as he flicked his tongue over the throbbing and swollen bundle of nerves was like nothing she had felt before. He pushed first one, then two, then three fingers inside her and began to fuck her with his fingers. With the other hand he clasped her bottom, and his tongue never stopped licking her clit. Her legs began to shake, but he held her in place. She knew he’d not let her fall.

  Her orgasm seized hold of her, and she bucked and writhed in his hold as wave after wave of the pleasure that bordered on pain washed over her and left her limp on the shore. She fell prey to aftershocks that he encouraged with his tongue and fingers until she slumped against him and only held herself up by holding on to the railing as he had commanded her to do. He stood, and still holding on to her, sank his huge cock home in her cunt, and she moaned and gasped. He rode her hard and fast, never letting up. He reached forward and rubbed his large fingers, still slick, with her cream across her still-swollen and needy clit, and as the sun set, he pinched her clit. She convulsed around him. The strong contractions in her pussy squeezed his cock, and he came inside her, shouting his release. He pumped into her again and again, and she thought he’d never stop coming and filling her with his hot seed.

  Chapter Five

  He withdrew from her, eliciting a moan of protest, and he chuckled.

  “Demanding little darling. It’s going to get cold very quickly now, so let’s get inside. I prescribe a shower, bed, and rest.”

  That is precisely the way it was, and several hours later he awoke and looked down on her. She had turned over in her sleep, and he was spooned into her back. She had her left leg straight down and her right drawn up. Her left hand was splayed across her pillow and her right, curled into a fist, was resting under her chin. She looked adorable in sleep. He liked the fact that she had accepted her age with no Botox or face lifts. Maybe she could not have afforded them, but to him it seemed she was trying to grow old gracefully. Maybe disgracefully now he thought about those emerald toe and fingernails. She had very definite thoughts on what was right for her. He remembered her words, “No use dressing as a teenager and looking ridiculous. You may have to be old, but you don’t have to be boring. There is nothing wrong with making the best of what you have. Just do it with grace and avoid the ridiculous. Who would want to be a teenager again with all that angst?”

  Angus would always look at nice legs or pert breasts like any red-blooded man would, but he didn’t want that for himself. It was too much work, and there were too many tantrums. All he really wanted was his Jane. She still had problems with her shape and size, but in deference to his wishes, she tried not to let it show. He supposed most women felt the same, and airbrushed pictures of stick-thin “celebrities” did not help. He desired her and loved her just the way she was. She’d told him she loved to read erotic novels, even if the heroines were young, slim, and beautiful, so he had bought her the latest e-book reader to bring away with her and loaded it up with erotic novels. Laughing, she had asked if he thought she’d have time to read, and he had told her she could read to him. As she blushed, he’d told her, “In fiction, all subs are slim, petite, and beautiful with long, flowing tresses. In real life it takes all sorts, and you are my sort, never forget it,” and she’d smiled and snuggled up to him with her head on his shoulder and her hand fisted in his shirt. She smelled of summer and flowers and some sort of spice. Maybe it was cinnamon. She certainly ate enough of it.

  He thought back to their day. He’d booked tickets to see the Alhambra, choosing the first visit of the day so it would not be so crowded. They had ascended the slope out of the shop and ticket office with their audio guides tuned in. Once over the hill, the Alhambra lay below, and he had allowed Jane to hurry him down to see it. He had enjoyed looking at her as she was struck speechless by its beauty and the use of water as an art form. The sound of running water and the reflection of the ornately carved ceilings in the still pools of water made it a magical place.

  He’d taken her to lunch in the old town higher on the hill, and then they had gone to visit the cathedral. The small shops selling tea and spices in the arcades under the cathedral would have been there for centuries. She had surprised both him and the young man selling tea by her ability
to speak Spanish. The young man had been charmed and paid her compliments. Not that Angus understood Spanish, but he saw her blush and say thank you as the young man gave her the tea she’d bought and a few sticks of cinnamon as a gift. He thought her adorable.

  He could smell the spices in the tea now. The whole room was redolent of orange and her beloved cinnamon. Then she awoke and smiled sleepily up at him and he stopped thinking and took her in his arms.

  “Time to get up and pack to move on to Cordoba,” he said. She protested, snuggling back under the covers, and he stripped them off her and swatted her bottom, until, moaning, she turned over and spread her legs so he could see how wet he had made her. He loved the way she offered herself to him now. She no longer worried about how she’d measure up. He had made sure she knew he fancied her. What can a gentleman do when his ladylove makes her desires so plain? He obliges her of course. Lowering himself onto the bed between her legs, he curled his arms around her thighs, anchoring her. He proceeded to lick away all the cream she had created due to his spanking. As fast as he licked, she made more so in the end he settled for nipping and suckling her clit until she came. He watched the usual rush of pleasure make her lift her back off the bed and clutch at his hair in her ecstasy.

  “Oh, Master.” She sighed, limp in his arms.

  He was not satisfied with one orgasm for her and continued to lick and nibble and suckle until she was almost there again. Then he bit down gently on her clit and brought her screaming to another one. Before the aftershocks had time to fade, he pushed his cock deep inside her and fucked her hard and fast until he, too, found his release deep in her hot, tight folds.

  “Jane, you are so wet and tight, and you fit me like a glove. I cannot get enough of your sweet pussy,” he said.

  His hips bucked, and he pumped relentlessly into her as she clung on to him, murmuring his name. He lowered himself onto his elbows and proceeded to kiss her witless. He knew she liked to taste her juices on him, and his tongue gently invaded her mouth and sucked her tongue into his, inviting her to explore in her turn.

  All too soon, they had to get up and pack. They had breakfast in their room on the balcony overlooking the Alhambra that had been the scene of their loving the previous evening. He enjoyed her blushes as he teased her about it. A text message from her granddaughter, Emma, told Jane all was well with her. Angus could see that Jane was a little happier after she read the text. She was close to Emma, and Angus liked the young woman, too. He was glad he had taken her on as a designer. He hoped the job would work out well and Emma would stay in Sheffield, close to her grandma.

  In Cordoba they visited the Mezquita, and they were both amazed at its size and beauty. Crossing the old Roman bridge, they could see that the Mezquita dominated the town. They joined a guided tour and had the origins and the alterations explained. The vistas of columns, painted white and red, stretching away on either side were breathtaking and, to their minds, more beautiful than the ornate conversion to a Catholic cathedral with all the gilding and heavy carved oak.

  They left by the main door and crossed the street to a shop to buy postcards, and Angus bought her a pair of earrings. The design was intricate, consisting of small, delicate flowers, in very fine silver wire, made up of what looked like more small flowers. They weighed hardly anything at all but looked very pretty when she put them on. After wandering the streets and seeing the patios full of flowers and the whitewashed houses, they had lunch and returned to the hotel. They were going home the next day, so Angus wanted to make their last evening special. He took her out to dinner in a beautiful restaurant where he ordered a paella. As they sat and waited for it to be made, he fed her nibbles of olives and anchovies and talked of what they had seen. He saw Jane was concerned about how Emma was getting on as they had had no more than a couple of text messages from her.

  “Don’t worry, little darling. She will be very busy with the designs for that new range of underwear. It is her first job, and she will want to get it right to prove she was not hired just because she is your granddaughter.”

  He could see he had her soothed with his words. He continued to feed her choice morsels of chicken and seafood, and she drank her wine, then they strolled back to the hotel in the cool of the evening and made love until they both fell asleep, sated and entwined in each other’s arms.

  He again awoke before her and looked at her as she slept in the same position as always. When he had asked about it, she had said it was how she slept while having her babies as it was the most comfortable. He’d liked that and her obvious love and concern for her children and their children. He had no children of his own. He had two nephews, both very much like him physically. Their parents died when they were young men, so he’d looked out for them and kept an eye on their doings and their progress without ever encroaching on their independence. Consequently, they loved him and kept in close touch with him. Thinking of that, he wondered why he hadn’t heard from them all the time Jane and he had been away. Usually they kept in touch by phone or text every couple of days. He began to feel a little uneasy, wondering if something was amiss. He could tell Jane felt the same about Emma’s lack of contact, though she did her best to hide her concern. He hoped that the old saying, “no news is good news,” proved to be true in their case.

  He looked down on her as she slept, the rounded curves and the gentle swell of her ample breasts. He felt his cock harden. It would be a pity to disturb her, but he knew she wouldn’t complain. Maybe she’d enjoy being taken that way. He eased her over onto her stomach then gently parted her thighs and raised her hips.

  “Hm?” she breathed, still half-asleep.

  “I want you now. I need you again,” he said gruffly.

  She chuckled sleepily and obligingly parted her thighs and raised her hips a little more.

  “Please feel free, Master,” she said.

  Angus sighed deeply, “Ah!” as he sank into her and took her slowly from behind.

  “Oh, Master, please fuck me harder, faster,” she gasped, He obliged, raising her hips higher and thrusting all his length into her hot, sweet pussy. The clenching of her cunt muscles encouraged him to greater efforts as did her little pants and sobs as he thrust home hard and fast and withdrew slowly, teasing her.

  “Oh! Oh! Yes! Please faster, harder, Master.” She panted.

  He reached his hand around and began to rub the side of it hard over her clit, and she moaned until he felt the spasm of her orgasm squeeze his cock inside her. She screamed his name as she fell apart in his arms. He nibbled her neck and then could hold back no longer. He thrust deep into her, once, twice, then, he exploded in a mind-numbing orgasm of his own. He fell forward on top of her, managing to take his weight on his elbows and then turn on his side, taking her with him and leaving his cock inside her as he knew she preferred.

  “I love you, Master,” she said, and he saw the tears in her eyes and felt his own cloud over. He was such a lucky man to have found her, and he would never let her go. Later they got up and showered. She packed, and he helped her. Time to be back at home and find the answers to all those questions.

  Chapter Six

  Master Angus and Jane arrived home the following day. He was pleased and also surprised to find Ruari and Alexander in the spare room but delighted to see them.

  “This is Jane. Jane, these are my nephews, Ruari and Alexander. They are Doms, too, so I suggest you address them as ‘Sir.’ I don’t share, so they will not expect anything other than the good manners due to any Dom.”

  As he was explaining, the phone rang, and he went to answer it. When he came back, he was looking anything but pleased. Prometheus, the co-owner, with Angus, of Prometheus in Chains had told him all about jessica. As Jane was out of reach, she had decided to get at Jane through Emma. jessica had stolen Emma’s identity with the help of an ex-boyfriend. She spent lots of money online on Emma’s credit card, buying sex toys and having them delivered to Emma’s address. She’d sent abusive, threatening e-mails
to the Doms and subs in the club as well as to Emma’s coworkers in Curvy Woman. Eric had set a trap for jessica, who had then been sent to Wales to join a triad with a new Dom. Now Angus had to tell his Jane, and he assumed it wasn’t going to be easy. He was right. He was no sooner done telling her, than she began to pace the room.

  “Why wasn’t I told? I would have been here to help her.”

  “That’s why you weren’t told and neither was I. They allowed us time alone together.”

  “They didn’t have the right to withhold that from me, from us,” she said angrily.

  Master Angus watched his Jane pace back and forth. Her eyes blazed, and her hands were balled into fists. She looked so angry, and he could understand why, but she looked magnificent in her fury, too, and his cock twitched.

  “Just let me get my hands on her. I’ll tear her limb from limb. How dare she do that to my Emma?” Jane fumed.

  He couldn’t wait to get her upstairs and fuck her but realised it might be a while before he could do that.

  * * * *

  Just then the doorbell rang and he went to answer it, leaving Jane to pace. Alexander and Ruari watched in silence. She heard a familiar voice, and Emma ran into the room and into her arms just like when she was a small girl with a hurt knee. Jane hugged her, and Emma, who had cried little up to this point, wept and clung to her grandma.

  “Grandma, Oh I am so glad you’re back. I missed you and I needed you so. jessica stole my identity and she used my credit card to buy sex toys. She had them all sent to my address, so the credit card company didn’t want to know. I had to send them back myself and get refunds. I was so scared, Grandma. I didn’t have the money to pay for all that stuff.”