“Where did you meet Master Prometheus?” Jess asked. Heather looked at him in astonishment. Who was Master Prometheus? She’d ask him later.
“Strangely enough we met in Davy Jones’s Locker, where we were both on the payroll. When he started this new club, he offered me a job.”
“Don’t you miss Spain?” Heather asked.
“I miss the weather, especially in Sheffield in the winter, but I am settled here and can go home for visits from time to time.”
Heather sensed there was a lot they were not being told. Master Rafael didn’t look or act like a happy man. She wondered what was wrong, but she didn’t have time to think about it.
“Time for us to have a bath, I think,” Master Rafael said. Plainly he didn’t want to get into any more personal details. He got up and went into the bathroom, and they followed dutifully. The bath was large, much bigger than a normal bath, and wider, too. He filled it with warm water and something that fizzed and bubbled. It smelled good to Heather. He helped her into the bath and settled himself behind her, indicating that Jess should sit between her legs, facing her. Large, soft sponges were in a basket on the floor within arm’s reach, and he handed them one each plus a cake of some beautiful green soap.
“We all wash one another like this then we change places and finish the job,” he said. Heather thought it would have been more fun had he seemed more light-hearted, but it was pleasant to be in the scented water and wash Jess as he washed her front and Master Rafael washed her back. They changed places, and Master Rafael sat in the middle and they washed him back and front, and then Jess turned around and Master Rafael washed his back. Suddenly the air was emotionally charged.
“Kneel down and hold onto the bath sides, Jess, I need to be inside you now,” Master Rafael said thickly. Heather wondered what she was to do, but she was soon informed.
“Heather, get out of the bath. Go and get one of those vibrating dildos, the ridged kind. Lube it and bring it in here. Bring a condom, too.”
She did as she was told then re-entered the bathroom. She handed the condom to Master Rafael, who slid it easily onto his cock. He drizzled cold lube onto Jess’s hole, and Heather saw him shiver, but wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or the anticipation. Then Master Rafael lubed his fingers and began to stretch Jess, who moaned in pleasure. Both their cocks bobbed as they moved, and Heather loved the sight of the two aroused males.
“Sit on that stool over there and use that vibrator on yourself, but don’t come until I say you can.”
Heather sat down and pushed the dildo inside her pussy, the vibrations and the ridges rubbing over her G-spot soon had her moaning, then Master Rafael gripped Jess’s hips and entered him slowly until he was as deep as he could get. His “ah” of satisfaction was sincerely felt, she was sure. She wondered how long it had been for him then ceased to wonder as the vibrator pushed her to the edge. She strove not to allow herself to come. Watching the two men didn’t help at all. Master Rafael reached around and pumped Jess’s cock as he pistoned in and out of his man. Jess moaned and moved his hips as the Dom used his cock to thrust into him from behind and his hand to pleasure him.
Heather was hanging on by a thread when Jess shouted and Master Rafael said, “Now Heather.”
She came in a crescendo of pleasure as she heard the groan from Master Rafael and the water splashing out of the bath and over the floor. When she was able, she looked up and saw the pair of them collapsed back into the bath. Master Rafael lay on his back with Jess on top of him, his back to the Dom’s chest. She thought how good they looked. The dark, bronzed skin of Master Rafael contrasted with Jess’s paler gold, and his light-brown hair with the blue-black, and the hairy body of the Dom with Jess’s. When they had recovered, they had a shower and got into bed. Master Rafael settled them in their habitual places, and soon they slept.
* * * *
Rafael woke early as usual. He looked down at the two sleeping subs cuddled close into his sides, and his eyes filled with tears that flowed unheeded down his cheeks. He wanted so much to keep them, but he knew he couldn’t. What he had to offer hadn’t been enough to keep Johann from drinking. His love had been inadequate. Otherwise why would Thyme have felt the need to have cyber-sex with that man? She had obviously lacked something. He didn’t give her all she needed, and she had to turn to another. It had all ended in their death, and it was his fault. All of it was his fault. He couldn’t risk it again with these two. He cared too much about them already. That gave him pause. He did care. So soon? Was he so fickle? It had only been six months, and up until now he’d not even considered a new relationship. It had hurt so, but he had held up his head proudly and carried on until the sharp pain had become a dull ache. Now he wanted so much… But he couldn’t risk it, however much he wanted these two, and he did want them so much. He climbed out of bed and, on leaden legs, dressed and left the room, the club, and their lives.
* * * *
Jess awoke next morning and realised he was in bed alone with Heather. He lay still for a while thinking that Master Rafael had gone to the bathroom. After a while he got up and went to see. There was no-one in the bathroom, and Master Rafael’s clothes were no longer there. Jess checked to see if a note had been left, but he found none. He couldn’t understand it. What had they done wrong? He knew it had been just for the one night, but he had felt a connection between them all and he knew that Master Rafael felt it, too. Why then had he left with no word? Jess thought about all that had happened. He remembered all they had done and what the Dom had said. There had been no indication that he’d been upset or annoyed with them. He heard Heather stirring and went back to make sure she was not upset at waking alone in a strange place.
“Did you sleep well, love?”
“Yes, Jess, I did. What about you?”
“I slept like a log. You’d better get up and get dressed now. We need to go home, and this room was only for the one night, I expect, and they will want to clean it.”
“Okay, I’ll go to the bathroom when Master Rafael has finished.”
“Master Rafael has gone.”
“Already? And he didn’t say good-bye to me? Never mind. Maybe he had something to do. What did he say to you?”
“Nothing. He left before I was awake. I could find no note either.”
“That’s odd. Why would he do that? Did we do something wrong, something he didn’t like?”
Jess heard the rising note of panic in her voice, and although he felt humiliated, used, and devalued, he had to calm her down. He cuddled her close and petted her.
“Maybe he had to be somewhere and just never thought he needed to leave a note. After all, we were his for the night. That was all. He can get in touch with us if he wants to. Now go and get dressed and let’s go home. We have the rest of the day to enjoy, and it’s work tomorrow.”
She got up and did as she was bid as usual. Jess sighed. He was back to being in charge, and he’d so enjoyed having that burden lifted even if it had only been for one night. Well, that was over, and now he had to shoulder the burden again. That wasn’t really fair. He did love Heather and had no wish to change their lives, except in that one important aspect. They needed a Dom, as he was more and more inclined to the submissive role. He had thought that they had found him in Master Rafael. Evidently he’d been mistaken. They wanted him, but he didn’t want them. They’d best get over it and soon.
When Heather came out of the bathroom, he took his turn, and soon they were downstairs and retrieving their outdoor clothes from the locker rooms. There was no sign of Master Rafael anywhere in the club. They left and returned home. The evening had been enjoyable, but the whole episode was over. If they wanted a Dom, they’d have to look elsewhere.
Chapter Five
The next few days were hell. He saw that Heather was making a valiant attempt to hide her grief and sorrow from him. She seemed to enjoy it, and she responded when he made gentle love to her, as he kissed her tenderly, stroking her face, and whi
spering words of love to her, she melted in his arms and kissed him back almost hungrily. It was as if she wanted to drown herself in his love-making. He was hurting, too, but he didn’t dare to broach the subject with her. He knew he wouldn’t be able to say anything that would make it better for her, and he greatly feared making it worse, so he kept his own hurt inside. Nightly he listened to her murmur restlessly in her sleep. She awoke heavy-eyed and unrefreshed as did he. Surreptitiously she wiped the occasional tear from her eye, and he cursed himself. What have I done? Why did I persuade her to go to the bloody auction? Why couldn’t I have been satisfied with what we had? He knew that what they had wasn’t enough for him, and if they didn’t do something, they would part. She had seemed happy with him, but he was becoming increasingly discontented. He needed the care and direction of a good Dom, and when they’d finished the night in Prometheus in Chains, he had believed they’d found the one they needed, but he’d been so very wrong. How was he going to put matters right now?
For the fourth time in as many nights, Jess comforted Heather as she awoke whimpering from her nightmare. He realised that she was suffering because she had become more attached to Master Rafael than even Jess had. She hadn’t said as much, but Jess knew her well. She was in low spirits, and the old happy Heather who laughed a lot and sang while she did the chores was gone. In her place was a sober and unhappy woman. Her big eyes had shadows under them, and she didn’t look Jess in the eyes very often. He felt guilty every time he looked at her and remembered how she’d been before their ill-fated visit to Prometheus in Chains. What had he been thinking about? What had they done wrong? Would he ever forgive himself for exposing her to that?
This morning she was heavy-eyed and looked ill.
“What is it, Heather? Aren’t you well?”
“I have a migraine. I haven’t slept well at all. I’m tired, and it will go away if I rest.”
“Well, then stay in bed, love. I can manage without you for today, and you will be better tomorrow.”
* * * *
When Jess got home that evening, a couple of hours before his usual time, the flat was in darkness. He opened the door quietly and went in. He heard her crying and went through to the bedroom.
“What is it, Heather? What’s happened? Why are you crying?”
“Oh, I didn’t expect you for another two hours. I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to see me like this.”
“Don’t be a goose. What is the matter? Do tell me. Why are you so upset?”
“I miss Master Rafael so. I don’t know what we did wrong or why he didn’t want us, but I do want him. I don’t want you to think I want him instead of you. We seemed so right the three of us together.”
“Yes I know. I felt that way, too. I wanted him, too. I thought, like you, that we made a good unit, that we had a future. It seems that he didn’t feel that way, and there’s nothing we can do about that.”
“I have been thinking about it. I really do think that he felt something for us. I think that he wouldn’t admit it to himself as for some reason he’s unhappy. Can we go to the club one more time and see him again?”
“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea. If he wanted to find us, we had to fill forms in and all out details are on there. He could contact us if he really felt like it. If he hasn’t, it’s because he doesn’t want to.”
“Maybe not, maybe he didn’t realise he could find us like that.”
“He’s a Dom in that club. He’s employed there. He must know how the system works. I’m sure it’s because he doesn’t want to, not because he doesn’t know how to, or that it’s not possible to get in touch.”
“Please, Jess. Let’s just try one more time to be sure,” she pleaded.
He looked at her tear-drowned eyes, and against his better judgement, he capitulated.
“Okay, we’ll go tonight. Go and get ready. I hope this isn’t a mistake, Heather, love.”
Her face lit up, and she threw her arms around him, standing on tiptoe to kiss him soundly on the lips.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She let him go and hurried upstairs to get ready. Jess followed much more slowly. He had the feeling that this was all a terrible mistake they would regret later.
* * * *
Heather came downstairs. She was beautifully made up, and her form-fitting red-and-black corset with the wispy, chiffon skirt emphasised her full curves. There was a bounce in her step that hadn’t been there since that night at the club. Jess smiled at her, but his heart was troubled. If this didn’t work out, how was she going to react? He was worried but didn’t let her see it as they left for the Prometheus in Chains. They arrived when the club was busy and had to wait to check in. They went into the main room, and Master Rafael was there. He looked magnificent as usual. He didn’t wear the usual leathers but had opted for form-fitting trousers with a cummerbund. His shirt was snowy white with ruffles overflowing the tight fitting waistcoat in a shade of medium-gray. The costume suited him to perfection. Jess had seen flamenco dancers wearing a similar get-up. He licked his lips as he noticed the bulge at Master Rafael’s groin. He had cause to remember how that cock felt, and his own dick began to swell and throb. Rafael noticed them, looked away, and walked out into the lobby. Heather gasped and clutched at Jess’s arm. She was plainly upset, and his worst fears had been realised. He helped her over to the uncollared subs area and sat her down. She was plainly devastated.
“I will be back soon. Stay here and don’t move.” Jess followed the Dom into the lobby where he was leaning on the counter at reception and talking to the girl who worked there. Jess went over. “Master Rafael,” he called quietly. The Dom turned and raised an eyebrow.
“Did you want something? I have to leave now.” He turned and made his way toward the door.
“Master Rafael, please wait.” Jess saw that it was with great reluctance that Master Rafael stopped and turned round to face him once again.
“What can I do for you?”
“You know who I am?” Jess asked
“Yes of course I do. I purchased you and Heather for a night at the charity auction. So what?”
“Was that all you wanted?”
“Yes it was. I don’t take permanent subs. I bought you both for a night’s fucking. I fucked you, and that was that. End of story.”
“Bastard! You know there was more to it than that.”
At the word “bastard,” such anger flared in Master Rafael’s eyes that Jess took a step back.
“Don’t you ever dare call me by such a name again. I will not tolerate your insults against my mother. Don’t speak to me or come to this club again. There was nothing more in it for me. Let there be an end to it.” So saying, Rafael turned on his heel and left the entrance hall, going into a private part of the club where Jess couldn’t follow. Wearily Jess returned to the main room. Heather was sitting forlornly in the same place that he’d left her. Her drooping shoulders and bowed head told him all he needed to know. He descended the steps to the comfortable seating area, took her hand, and pulled her to her feet.
“Come along, love. We are going home. There’s nothing here for us.”
As they left the club they bumped into a tall blond man. Jess thought he recognised the man, but he wasn’t sure. In any case, he had too much on his plate to worry about it just at the moment. It was a very different Heather that he escorted home. All bounce was gone from her step and all the happy light from her eyes. Once home, he let her take her time in the bathroom before he tucked her into her own bed. He heard the muffled sobs as he closed the bedroom door. He wanted to stay with her, but he couldn’t stand the pain in her eyes, knowing he was the cause of all her trouble.
* * * *
Catriona arrived at the club with Angel. While he was parking his beloved car she went inside and headed for the ladies’ locker room. She noticed the male sub from the auction approach Rafael. Whatever was said came as a real shock to the man. He went pale but seemed to maintain his dignity, and
as Rafael turned on his heel and went into the part of the club off-limits to visitors, the sub, John? Jim? No, Jess, returned to the main room. She wondered what it had all been about. She went into the locker room, put away her belongings, and when she came out again, she saw Jess holding onto the female of the pair, Heather. She hadn’t forgotten her name, distinctive as it was. Heather looked really upset, and she clung to Jess’s arm for dear life. Catriona watched them leave. They saw Angel and Jess managed a few words, but Heather kept her head lowered and said nothing. Angel checked in, and then he saw her and came over.
“What was that about?”
“I have no idea. That girl was holding back sobs, and she couldn’t speak. The man refused help and said they were going home.”
“Go and get changed, pet. I’m getting to the bottom of this now.” She caught his amused glance as she stalked into the club. Rafael was at the bar now and talking to Eric, head of security at Prometheus in Chains and often to be seen serving behind the bar.
“Rafael, I need a word with you.”
“Can’t it wait, Catriona? I’ve had enough drama for one evening.”
“No, it can’t. Let’s go into Prometheus’s office. Eric, kindly ask your minions to shut off the surveillance in there for a while. What I have to say is for Rafael’s ears alone.”
Chuckling in sympathy, Eric picked up the phone. Catriona stalked off to Prometheus’s private office followed by a reluctant Rafael. Once in the office, she closed the door with a snap and turned to face him.
“I just saw Jess and Heather leaving this club. They were both in a state. After he’d spoken to you, he collected her. She could barely walk out of the club she was so upset.” Catriona saw a fleeting expression of such acute pain in Rafael’s eyes that she took a couple of steps toward him and put out her hand. “What is it, Rafael? What’s the matter? Let me help you.”
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