“I could have told you she wouldn’t admit to a change of heart,” Heather said.
“Women! Well, we were in a steady stream of cars when a deer hurled itself across the road in front of the car coming in the opposite direction, then into the car in front of us. Everyone braked, skidded on the icy surface, and ended up in a heap of cars. Luckily we weren’t going very fast. Heather was injured and the rest of us just shocked.”
“Jenny wasn’t injured, was she?” Jane asked anxiously.
“No, she’s fine, but she went into labour and so they kept her in hospital. Prometheus says he will call when he has any news.”
“Well, we shall just have to be content with that and contain ourselves in patience.”
“Now you have had tea, Flora will show you to your room and you can all have a bath and a nice nap,” Jane said. Rafael and his two subs left, and Elsie came over.
“Jane, can I have a word please?”
“Yes, of course, what is it, Elsie love?”
“It may be none of my business but summat’s bothering me.”
“What is it?”
“Well. Angus said Rafael’s family, but they are an odd lot. They don’t look like a family yet they are in one room.”
“Oh, I see. Well, it’s complicated.”
“Yes I see. Is it like Lennox and Anna?”
“How do you mean?”
“Now don’t go taking me for a fool, lass. I know they are not a normal couple. None o’ you lot ‘ere are. All of a sudden when those little ones went missing it was ‘ Master’ to Angus and Lewellyn. I hadn’t heard them called that before but I do know that there’s summat different about the way you all live. ”
“Oh.”
“Yes, oh.”
“Well, I suppose if you know about Lennox and Anna and the rest of us. I’d better explain Rafael, if I can. He’s bi-sexual, so…
“Yes I know what that means. Poor Freddie was. I loved ‘is voice. Shame ‘e were taken so young.”
“Right then, Rafael loves Heather and Jess. They are what is called a triad.”
“So they all do ‘it’ together?” Elsie’s voice held wonder and awe.
“Yes, Elsie, they do.”
“Oh, my, lucky lass. Now if I were a bit younger, I’d gi’e ‘er a run for ‘er money.”
Elsie laughed and winked. She walked away to rejoin Ron in their room for a nap. Jane was astounded. Here they had all been at pains to keep their lifestyle secret and Elsie knew about it. They’d expected her to be offended. Jane couldn’t wait to tell Master and laughed as the thought of Elsie and Ron in the club occurred to her.
“Now that I would like to see.”
“What would you like to see, mo run?" Master came up behind her and put his arms around her waist nuzzling her neck.
“Did I say that out loud?”
“Yes, my little darling, you did. Well?”
Jane told him and Angus almost doubled over as he laughed.
“I wonder if Prometheus has any spare places.”
Flora came in and took Angus to the phone. When he returned, he walked over to Jane and out his arm round her.
“That was the hospital. Prometheus telephoned to say Jenny’s contractions have stopped but they won’t let her leave. He will telephone us if and when there is more news.”
Chapter Ten
The last day of the year dawned bright and sunny. It had stopped snowing and the views of the mountains, usually fine, were breathtaking. The snow caught and reflected the sunlight. The sky was blue and cloudless, and after breakfast Rhys and Morwen persuaded their parents to let them outside to build a snowman. Soon most of the adults had joined them. Angus didn’t know who was the first to make a snowball, but soon battle was joined and a hail of snowballs filled the air. Jane, Ron, and Elsie watched from a safe distance on a part of the path that had been cleared. Angus had not wanted his Jane to risk a fall. Laughing, he called a halt to the proceedings, and they shook off the snow and went indoors.
He had plans for the evening. After lunch, he spoke to them all.
“As you know, tonight there will be a big celebration, so I am going to take a nap this afternoon. I advise all those who want to really enjoy the festivities to do the same. Dinner is late tonight. If you are hungry before then, Flora has arranged for sandwiches and cakes to be available in the dining room at five. Flasks of tea and coffee will be prepared then. The staff is off duty for several hours, too. I will see you all here at eight thirty for drinks. Come along, Jane.” He held out his hand, and she took it.
Once in their room, he threw back the covers and took off his clothes. Jane joined him, and he cuddled her close.
“Are you enjoying your Christmas, love?”
“Oh, yes, Master.”
“You were doubtful though?”
“Well, I was disappointed when I thought the big family Christmas wasn’t going to happen. Not that I didn’t want to be alone with you, it’s just that I do so love the traditional Christmas. I love to do the cooking, too.”
“Yes, I know you do, but you couldn’t do that this year, love, now could you?”
“No, I couldn’t. When I saw this castle, too, I was so happy. You know I have always wanted to visit it. To stay here is a dream come true.”
“I’m so glad.”
“You have given me one of my happiest Christmases ever. Only my son and daughter-in-law are lacking, but they deserve that cruise he has taken her on, and I do have Emma.”
“You have something else, too, little darling.”
“What is that, Master?”
“You have your bounce back. Your eyes sparkle, and you are my Jane again.”
“Yes, Master. I feel alive again.”
“If I’d known that solving a whole lot of problems for other people would do the trick, I’d have presented you with them a long time ago.” Jane kissed him, taking his face in her hands and smothering it with quick little kisses, licks, and nibbles, thus putting an end to the conversation. He wrapped her in his arms and sank back into the pillows, resting her head on his shoulder, and soon heard the soft sounds of her breathing as she slept. I have her back. I am so lucky…
* * * *
Promptly at eight thirty, Angus and his guests were all assembled in the small drawing room.
“All the babies and children are fast asleep. Mrs Maclean is sitting in Fiona’s room and will look in on Rhys and Morwen from time to time. She asked if she might help out as she’s feeling bad over the children’s escapade, poor woman. I told her we don’t blame her at all, but I was glad to give our consent to her baby-sitting tonight as it means so much to her,” Llewellyn said.
Angus and Lennox handed round the drinks, and they all sipped quietly. Dinner was a superb meal. Lauderdale cream soup was followed by roast lamb with a medley of vegetables, mashed and roasted potatoes, and superb gravy. Dessert was a peach pie with cream. Oat cakes and cheese were offered, but not many could find the room. Angus asked for coffee to be served in the drawing room, and they sat down to watch the usual end-of-year programmes on the television.
At ten minutes to eleven, the young waitress came in with a tray holding small pots of grapes.
“Well, Rafael, you had better explain what is about to happen.” Rafael had an internet radio in his hand tuned to Radio Nacional de España.
“Eleven p.m. here is midnight in Spain. At midnight we tune into the radio or watch the TV. The clock on the building at the very centre of Spain chimes, and with each stroke of midnight we eat a grape. It’s good luck to eat all twelve with the chimes. I will tell you when the first chime comes as the clock has a carillon first.”
Angus smiled. Rafael loved the customs of his country, and it was good to see him pass them on to others. Everyone had a pot, and when Rafael said, “One,” they began to eat. The grapes were seedless, but it was very difficult to chew and swallow in the time allowed. Ron managed, but Elsie gave up as did Anna. Angus and Jane had done this befor
e so led the way with Rafael. When the last grapes had been eaten, Rafael raised his glass.
“Salud, Feliz Año Nuevo,” he said. Then proceeded to kiss all the ladies and hug the men. Ron looked a little taken aback, but Angus saw that he joined it with the rest.
“Music, please,” Angus said.
Rafael took up his guitar and played. First of all some of the soul-stirring Flamenco tunes, but eventually he played some classic pieces by the great Spanish composers Albéniz and Granados. Twice he put down his guitar only to have one of them ask for more. At five minutes to twelve, he stopped.
“Time now for a good Scot’s welcome to the new year,” Angus declared. He served them all with whisky and then turned on the television. When the first stroke of midnight had died away and toasts had been drunk, Flora came in to summon Angus to the phone. He came back beaming.
“Jenny and Prometheus have a son, Thomas Robinson. Please raise your glasses and drink the health of the young man. Slainte.”
A loud knock fell on the door, and when they trooped out into the hall, they saw the tall, dark waiter was outside the door. He crossed the threshold in the tradition of first-footing, carrying a bottle of whisky and a lump of coal. He was well wrapped up as he’d had to leave the castle before the first stroke of midnight in order to ensure good luck. He was welcomed by all. Then they donned coats and boots and Angus led them outside. Up on the battlements a lone piper strode and played his pipes. Over the castle, a rocket signalled the beginning of the firework display. Angus held Jane close to him as they watched and saw that each of his friends was doing the same. A new year, a new life, and hope for the future. Angus tugged at Jane’s hand, and they left quietly, walking back into the castle and leaving guests and staff to watch the fireworks.
* * * *
Jane walked hand in hand with Angus. She was in a very different frame of mind from the first time they had walked through the door of this beautiful castle. Angus was walking quite fast and she wondered why. He followed her up the stairs to their room and once inside he turned the key in the lock. The smile he gave her made her wet with anticipation and she began to pant. He held out his hand.
“Come, my little darling, it’s past time for this. I have missed having you over my knee,” he said is his most seductive tones. She blushed and felt the heat rise in her face. She walked to him as he seated himself on the chair he’d placed in the centre of the room.
He must have done that earlier. He has intended this all along, but he never breathed a word. He’s been enjoying the anticipation I bet, Jane thought, as she discarded the warm shawl she’d been wearing.
When she got close to him he stood and released the ribbons at her shoulders that held up the beautiful aqua and coffee-coloured silk dress that she knew showed off her curves to advantage. Under it she wore only coffee-coloured stockings with wide lace tops, and a garter belt and bra in the same material as her gown, made for her by “Curvy Woman,” his lingerie company. His sweeping glance, taking it all in was very flattering.
“Mmm. Decisions. Do I allow you to keep the bra on? Maybe not. It will much more arousing to see those beautiful breasts bouncing free. Take it off, mo run.”
She took off her bra and picked up her dress. Deliberately she afforded him a tantalising view of her pussy as she bent over. Two can play at that game. She smiled as she heard his sudden intake of breath. Well if he’s going to spank me harder because of that, I don’t mind.
She placed the dress and bra slowly and carefully over a chair back then slowly she turned.
“Mo run, you are provoking me!” he said in a bantering tone.
“Am I really, Master? I am a very foolish sub,” Jane answered with a smile, as she walked over to stand in front of him.
“I suspect it’s deliberate. Now what does a wayward sub, who so provokes her Master deserve?” he asked smiling at her.
“I think she deserves the spanking she is about to get, Master,” Jane answered, and suddenly she was short of breath. He held out his hand and helped her to drape herself over his knees. The wool of his kilt tickled and she giggled. She could feel the hot, throbbing cock pressing into her side, and she sighed in anticipation. The first “crack,” as his large hand connected with her bottom, took her by surprise, and she squeaked. She was glad that he understood it was because of that, and not because she was in pain. He didn’t pause. He continued to pepper her bottom with short, sharp slaps that rang out in the quiet room. Then he parted her pussy folds and inserted two strong fingers into her to massage her G-spot. She moaned in appreciation, and he redoubled his efforts. He fucked her with his fingers, scissoring and twisting on withdrawal in just the way she preferred. She repaid him with all the little sobbing moans that he had told her over and over that he loved to hear.
He withdrew his fingers and lifted them to his nose.
“Ahhh. Such fragrance my little darling. Your perfume delights me. Oh you taste so very good, too.”
She heard him suck his fingers and blushed again. Although he usually licked and sucked her cream from his hand, she was still a little bashful about it. She had no time for more thought as the spanking was resumed and soon the tingling glow in her behind caused more cream to gather in her pussy and run down her legs. Suddenly he stopped and helped her to her feet.
“Lie on the bed, on your back with your legs hanging off the end,” he urged and his voice was thick with arousal. She hastened to obey. He knelt on the floor and trailed his fingers up her legs from foot to thigh. He followed with his mouth, as he kissed, licked and nibbled his way to his goal. She panted and wriggled as he drove her arousal ever higher. When his tongue stabbed in and out of her pussy, as his fingers held her folds open, she arched her back. Her sobbing moans drove him to greater efforts. His tongue and lips arrowed in on her clit, and he nibbled and suckled until she screamed his name, as wave after wave of exquisite pleasure rolled over her causing her body to convulse and her limbs to tremble.
He continued to stimulate her to a second and equally powerful orgasm, and then he lifted her into his arms and kissed her deeply as he placed her higher on the bed. Abandoning her for a few minutes he hastily divested himself of his shoes, kilt, sporran, jacket, jabot and stockings. She had expected him to tease her and undress slowly but it seemed he was in too much of a hurry to fuck her. He lay down between her thighs. His swollen and throbbing dick demanded entrance. She was slick with her own juices and he penetrated her pussy folds easily.
“Fuck me hard and fast, Master, please,” Jane begged.
“As you wish my love,” he answered, thrusting into her pussy as she arched her back to receive him. It was a wild ride and Jane was vocal in her appreciation. The more she urged him on the harder and faster he fucked her, until he stilled and then she felt the hot rush of his semen deep inside her. He collapsed over her, as ever taking his weight on his arms but Jane pulled him down and pillowed his head between her breasts, stroking his hair and murmuring her love into his ear. At last they were back where she wanted to be and his loving was as forceful as she could wish.
* * * *
When she awoke from her doze in Angus’s arms she remembered that she had something to do that she hadn’t managed to pluck up the courage for so far. She recalled the day clearly, it was weeks ago now.
“What do I buy the man who has everything?” Jane had asked herself. She had a pile of CDs, DVDs and books that she had to wrap for him, but she wanted something special. After a couple of hours she’d still thought of nothing. She had to get ready to go out. Changing her blouse, the collar Master had put on her shone, and then the thought was there, and she knew it was just what she needed. How would he take it? Would there be a spanking in her future? Oh she did hope so. He’d continued to be over-protective since the operation. She’d protested at first but ended by accepting that, if he was happier that way, then that was the way it would be. Linda had told her that several ladies new to “Prometheus in Chains” had been a bit put out to s
ee a large, kilted Scotsman waiting by the door of the ladies’ locker room. Linda had to explain about Jane, and Angus’s protective instincts. When she had done, almost all smiled indulgently.
He’d finally made love to her almost in their usual fashion the first night of their arrival here. Then tonight he’d given her a most erotic spanking and taken her as she loved him to. A small smile of satisfaction played around her mouth as she thought of earlier on. Until then there had been no spanking for such a long time, and she missed them.
She had fully intended to give him this gift on Christmas Day. Then she’d hesitated. Maybe he wouldn’t like it. In any case, she didn’t want to risk giving it to him in a room full of Doms. Who knew how they might react?
Getting out of bed and into her robe, she went to her night table and took out the gift. She clutched the long, flat box tightly in a hand that shook. They’d escaped the others and come up to their room at his request, but it suited Jane’s purpose perfectly. She felt his presence behind her and turned. She became progressively more nervous as he got closer to her, and he took his sweet time about it. At last he stood in front of her. He looked at her inquiringly.
“Is there something special about this box?
Her eyes met his. Drat, I ought to have known he’d pick up on my nervousness. She smiled at him.
“Yes, Master, there is.”
That wasn’t really what she should have said, as she knew he would tease her. He took the box in its pretty paper, shook it, turned it over and over, sniffed at it, all the while smiling in that way he had and watching her reaction. He’s enjoying making me wait. She squirmed and wriggled in her impatience, but he just kept on feeling at the box. At last he pulled on the bow, and the ribbon fell to the floor. He picked it up and, curled it round his fingers tidily then put it on one side. He was driving her mad with impatience, and he knew it! He took off the paper and, folding it, gave it to her “for the recycling.” Grr. She was getting mad! Then he lifted the lid and was silent!
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