“Yes, Master Prometheus.”
They went back to the club and he settled her in his flat. He left her to get her clothes arranged. When she’d finished she decided to make lunch for them both. He hadn’t asked her to, but she wanted to surprise him. She used the minced beef with onions and mushrooms and a carton of passata to make a sauce for the spaghetti. There was fruit for dessert or he’d said he had ice cream. Tomorrow, in her lunch hour, she’d shop for what they needed. She made a mental note to ask if he liked fish. She’d get cooking apples, flour, and butter to make him an apple pie, and some cream to serve with it. She checked the cupboards. Finding sugar but no cinnamon, she added that to her list. She was enjoying being in his home and his kitchen. She looked forward to making meals here and having a normal life. She so hoped it would last. Leaving the sauce to simmer, she placed cutlery, plates, and glasses on the table. She found a large pan for the spaghetti. She looked at her watch. It was early, so she’d make a cup of tea. By tomorrow she’d have homemade cakes and scones to accompany it. For today she’d make do with just the tea. She’d just poured water over the tea leaves when the door opened and Master Prometheus walked in, sniffing appreciatively.
“That smells so good,” he declared. “Is that tea in the pot? Is there enough for me? I’d love a cup.” She gave him a mug of tea with milk, remembering he didn’t take sugar. They took their hot drinks to the living room and sat close on the sofa.
“What are you making for lunch?”
“Just spaghetti Bolognese, Master Prometheus.”
“It smells very good, and I’m partial to spaghetti Bolognese. I have grated Parmesan in the cupboard, too, if you like it. Now, I have the afternoon free. The Doms’ meeting has finished, as there was little to discuss. I left them to enjoy their lunch downstairs. Would you like to go for a drive this afternoon? I have to be back before the club opens, but we have time to go for afternoon tea in town, if you like, or go for a drink in a country pub. The choice is yours.”
“A drink in a country pub sounds lovely. We can eat whenever you’re ready. I just have to cook the spaghetti.”
“Let’s eat now then and we’ll have more time for our drive. Put the spaghetti on and come back here.” He took the empty cup from her and placed it by his on the small table.
She did as she was bid, then came back.
“Sit on my lap.”
She sat as he indicated, her bottom on his lap and her back to the sofa arm, her feet up on the sofa. He cuddled her close and nuzzled her neck. His nipping and licking at her earlobe made her giggle. He didn’t seem to want deep, passionate kisses, just licks and nibbles all over her face and neck.
“I want you to wear tops that show off your lovely breasts. I want to be able to look my fill and to get at them easily whenever I want to, without all these buttons. Do you have any like that?”
Jenny was wearing jeans and a button-up red plaid blouse with long sleeves.
“Not really, Master Prometheus. I can leave more buttons undone if you like.”
“Don’t you have any thin sweaters with deep V necklines?”
“No, Master Prometheus. I never really wanted to draw that much attention to myself “
“No, of course you didn’t. Forgive me, Jenny wren. I should have thought of that.”
“That’s okay, Master Prometheus.”
“Are you willing to wear those for me or do you prefer to wait until it’s all sorted out?”
“I’ll gladly wear that sort of thing for you in this flat, but outside, unless it’s in the club, I’d prefer to be covered up, for the present.”
He kissed her soundly and the cooker-timer went off, so they had lunch, and he took her to his car. Soon they were outside the city and in the Derbyshire Peak District. They stopped in Grindleford and walked about the small town for a while, standing on the bridge and looking at the river. Selecting a pub, they went in to order.
“Do you do afternoon teas?” Jenny asked.
“Yes, we do. I’ll get you the menu,” the pleasant waitress said.
“I think we shall have ham sandwiches, followed by coffee and walnut cake, is that all right for you, Jenny?” Prometheus asked. They had a huge pot of tea and finished the lot. Afterwards they walked back to the car.
“I want to buy you some flowers, Jenny wren.”
“Really there is no need, Master Prometheus.”
“I know but I insist. Just choose the ones you’d like best.”
“Then I’d like some of these gold and bronze chrysanthemums, please.” She smiled as she carried the wrapped flowers back to the car. It had been so long since anyone had bought her flowers.
* * * *
The next day Prometheus dropped her off in the car park of the hospital. He told her to be careful, not to leave the hospital until he got there, and to call him if she was going to be late. She promised to do that. He kissed her soundly and drove away. At lunchtime she left the hospital and went to the local shops. There she bought all that was on her list, so she could bake for him. At four thirty when she went down to the car park he was waiting. He eyed the carrier bags.
“What’s in the bags?”
“I’ve been shopping for the ingredients to bake, Master Prometheus.”
“Didn’t you hear me tell you to stay in the hospital? If you wanted to shop, I could have taken you. You mustn’t go wandering about in case Alfred told Jim where you are.”
“I thought you meant now when you were coming to get me, not during the day, Master Prometheus.”
“I’ll take that into consideration when I warm your behind then.”
“You’re going to spank me, Master Prometheus?”
“Indeed I am, Jenny wren. You won’t put yourself in danger again!”
* * * *
When they got back to the flat, Jenny found she was very aroused. He’d said no more, but she knew he meant what he said. He hadn’t really spanked her much in their public scenes and never for punishment. She was surprised she didn’t feel worried or apprehensive. Just a few days had made such a difference to her life and her confidence. She knew it was because of him. She busied herself putting her purchases away in the kitchen. He’d carried the bags upstairs for her and put them on the work-surface. Then, he’d left her there. She wondered where he was, what he was doing, why he’d left her alone, and, most importantly, when he’d come for her. She was certain he would come eventually. She’d almost finished tidying all her purchases away. She bent over the drawer in the bottom of the fridge as she placed the last of the salad items in it. Two large hands closed over her waist, and she squeaked in surprise.
“Did you think I’d forgotten, Jenny wren?”
“Oh, no, Master Prometheus.”
He picked her up, closed the fridge door with his foot and carried her into to bedroom.
“Strip! Punishments are given in the nude.”
Her hands shook as she took off her clothes, but in excitement, not in apprehension. Her nipples were hard little pebbles, and cream ran down her legs. She clamped her legs together and stood with her arms crossed over her breasts.
“Oh, no, my little one. Arms down by your sides and legs apart. Let me see what’s mine.”
She complied, and he ran his fingernails across her nipples, making her moan as jolts of pleasure rocketed from them to her cunt. He smiled as he saw the effect he had on her and did it again. She was hard-pressed to remain still. Even more moisture gathered in her cunt and seeped down her legs. He leaned into her and sniffed in appreciation.
“You’re looking forward to this then, Jenny wren?”
“Yes, Master Prometheus,” she whispered.
“Better make a start then. Who am I to keep a lady waiting?” He chuckled. “Over my knee I think this time.”
He walked away and sat on a straight-backed chair with no arms that had been placed at the bottom of the bed. So that’s where he’d gone. She started to walk slowly over to him.
“Oh no, Jenny
wren. For a punishment you must crawl to me.”
She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over to the chair. He helped her to drape herself over his knees. She clutched his ankle and waited. He bent and placed a couple of kisses on her bottom.
“You’re pale now, my lovelies,” he said, patting her bottom. “But I’ll soon bring some colour to those cheeks.” As the first crack rang out in the room, she squeaked. She’d schooled herself to expect it, but still it took her by surprise. Her bottom smarted. Then he began in earnest and peppered her behind with stinging slaps. The heat in her cheeks grew, and her arousal increased in proportion. Soon she was panting and moaning, thrusting up her bottom to meet his firm hand. All too soon he stopped, parted her thighs and inserted three fingers into her cunt. He finger fucked her, twisting his fingers as he withdrew, stroking her G-spot. She moaned and panted as he drove her toward an orgasm.
“Master Prometheus, please, please. Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod.” He pressed the heel of his hand into her swollen folds, connected with her clit, and rubbed. She screamed his name as an avalanche of sweet pleasure swept through her. Her limbs threshed and twitched as she rode it out. He continued to rub her clit, delivering a second orgasm as powerful as the first. She rode that one out, too, but this time he collected her in his arms and held her as she twitched with the aftershocks. She snuggled her head into his chest and breathed the combined scents of the cologne he wore and the scent of his body. She sighed and let her arms creep around him as far as she could reach. With a shock she realised she never wanted to let him go. In a while she stirred and slipped to her knees between his legs. Her bottom was a little sore as she sat back on her heels, but she didn’t mind that one bit. She’d enjoyed the erotic spanking he’d given her. She knew it wasn’t really punishment, but he was right. She hadn’t paid sufficient attention to what he’d said about not going outside of the hospital and more importantly to why he’d said it. He was worried for her safety in case Alfred had told Jim where she was and she’d risked going out for a few groceries. She ought to have waited and gone after work with him.
Jenny gently lowered his zip and took out his cock and balls. He was painfully erect, and she wasn’t going to be able to take all of him in her mouth, so she first licked the head of his cock, swollen and an angry red colour, but he tasted salty and musky. Licking his pre-cum she took the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around. As she lashed her tongue across the head and delicately stabbed the tip into his slit, he groaned. She took the base of his cock into her hands and pumped them up and down as she licked and sucked for all she was worth. Rolling his balls with one hand she continued to pump her hand in tandem with her mouth until she felt him tense, then jet after jet of hot salty semen hit the back of her throat as he pumped his cock into her willing mouth. She swallowed all she could, licked him clean, and swiped her tongue lovingly over his slit one more time, then tucked him back into his trousers and carefully zipped him up.
* * * *
A couple of days later his old friend, Jack Robinson, came to the flat to see them.
“Hello, Jack, can I take it you have some news?”
“Yes, the Metropolitan police are very interested in Jenny’s information. The Fraud Squad is investigating Jim Laurents for money laundering. This charge will allow them to arrest him and search his house.”
“I shall have to go to London then?” Jenny’s voice shook as she asked the question.
Prometheus gathered her close to him. She was shivering, and he wondered if she’d be able to go through with it. The memories had haunted her and followed her for the past seven years. It wouldn’t be easy to conquer the very natural fear she felt, reinforced by so many years of looking over her shoulder.
“Yes, there will be a trial, and you’ll have to appear in court if you want him charged.”
Prometheus looked at her. She was pale, but she wasn’t crying and hadn’t broken down. He knew how much he wanted her. His need to protect her warred with the need to get her to face what had happened and put it behind her. She’d lived with it for seven years, and its effects had kept them apart for a long time. It was time to face it, to face Jim and get it cleared up. She couldn’t live with this hanging over her forever. It would ruin any chance of happiness she had, they had.
“I think you have to go, Jenny. You have to face him in court and conquer the fear of him. He’s only a man and so he can be beaten. You can’t allow him to make you afraid for the rest of your life.”
“I know, Master Prometheus, but it’s not easy. I’ve been running for seven years, and I know he’ll ruin me if he can. I’m tired of running, but I don’t want to lose all I have here.”
“You won’t, Jenny. You won’t lose me or the club or any of your friends here. They aren’t fair-weather friends. They’ll all stand by you whatever the outcome. I’ll go to London with you. My lawyer will represent you. You aren’t alone now. You have friends, and Jim will find out that you aren’t to be intimidated anymore. Alfred will repeat his statement to the police. We’ll make sure he does that before Jim gets to him. If you want we can ask Gloria and Master Llewellyn to go with us. Then you will have some female company. Gloria is pregnant but only four months gone. Maybe she’d like a change of scene and to do some shopping.” He thought that the female company would distract Jenny and her concern for a pregnant Gloria would get her mind off her own troubles. He knew that Llewellyn had had some problems with Gloria’s being out of sorts, and a trip would take her mind off her woes. The women could do some baby-oriented shopping, and their men would indulge them.
“Yes, I’d like that, Master Prometheus.”
* * * *
Jenny was grateful to Master Prometheus for offering to go with her and have his lawyer represent her. She knew she was risking losing all she’d built here. The newspapers would get hold of it and blow it up out of all proportion, but he’d said he’d go with her. She wanted a life and a future with Master Prometheus. If he was willing to help and to stand by her, this was her chance to confront Jim. She wouldn’t be alone, and Master Prometheus wouldn’t let Jim harm her. She knew Jim’s lawyer would do all he could to blacken her character in court, but she’d have to face that in order to have peace. She was tired of being afraid, of looking over her shoulder and of dreading that one day Jim would appear like Alfred had done. This was her chance to stand up to the bully and show him she wasn’t afraid anymore, even if she was. She had help, and she could do this. It was what Prometheus wanted her to do, too. She’d do it. She saw he was watching her and waiting for the answer to his question.
“I’ll do it, Master Prometheus.” He hugged her to him, and his friend, Jack, looked happy, too.
* * * *
Two months later she was back in Watford. She was staying in a pleasant hotel with Master Prometheus. Gloria and Master Llewellyn were with them. They ate their meals together, and the men took them shopping. Llewellyn, with Gloria being six months pregnant now, was very, very attentive, more than usual even for him. He missed nothing, and Jenny smiled to see him making sure Gloria ate and rested. He was so very proud of her, holding her hand and patting it as they walked along. He didn’t complain about visiting endless shops to look at baby clothes and equipment. On the contrary, it was Gloria who stopped him buying every last thing she picked up to look at. Jenny was a little envious and wondered if she’d ever be pregnant. She sat and daydreamed about Master Prometheus taking such good care of her.
“We’re all going for a walk in the park to get some fresh air. You’ve been in and out of shops all day. Time for fresh air.”
Master Llewellyn wouldn’t take no for an answer, so they all walked down the road and into the park at the end of the street. When they’d been walking for twenty minutes, Gloria had to go to the toilet. Jenny went with her, and the two Doms sat on a park bench to wait. The toilets were by the gates to the park. Gloria came out first, followed by Jenny. A man pushed past Gloria and caught Jenny. A pad was placed o
ver her mouth, and she knew no more.
* * * *
When Prometheus heard Gloria scream, he and Llewellyn both jumped up and ran to where she was.
“A man’s taken Jenny. He went out of the park gates with her.”
Prometheus left Llewellyn to look after Gloria and ran out of the park. He saw a man jump into a dark-blue car, and he ran after the car as it took off. He caught up with it in time to see Jenny lying on the back seat. He tried frantically to open the door, to get to her, but it was locked and the car pulled away, leaving him frustrated on the street. He looked at the registration and memorised it, praying the plates weren’t false.
* * * *
Jim looked over his shoulder, checking on Jenny, who lay on the back seat with her hands tied in front of her. He grinned. She was out cold. He hoped he hadn’t overdone the chloroform as he wanted some fun before he killed her. He drove to the outskirts of the town to a warehouse. He got out of the car, picked Jenny up and slung her over his shoulder, fireman fashion. He unlocked the door of the warehouse and took her in. In the office, partitioned off from the rest, he sat her on a chair and taped her ankles to the legs. Her head lolled forward. He wondered how long the bitch would be out. He was looking forward to seeing her face when she recognised him. He’d gloated for a long time over his last view of her, as he and Alfred left the hotel room, throwing money over her as they went. That had been the impulse of the moment, but he’d enjoyed the look on her face. She whimpered now but didn’t come to. He decided to do a few lines before that happened. He needed the fix, so he went into the small bathroom.
* * * *
Slowly Jenny came to her senses. She knew who’d taken her. It couldn’t be anyone else. He was in the room, and she couldn’t hold back the small whimper of fright. She heard him moving about and muttering to himself. She had to pretend to be unconscious. Prometheus needed time to find her. She never doubted that he would find her. He would save her. Master Llewellyn was with him, and between the two of them, they were more than a match for Jim, especially as he was, no doubt, high on drugs at the moment. She heard a door close nearby. She tried to look around without moving her head, in case he was still watching. She couldn’t see much. She was in a small room that looked like an office. Her legs were fastened to the chair, and her hands were bound and resting in her lap. She looked at the knot. She thought that she could maybe undo it with her teeth. She heard a curse from the other room as something crashed to the floor. So he was in there. She mustn’t waste the opportunity. She lifted her hands and got to work with her teeth.
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