Reconciliation [Prometheus in Chains 5] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Clair de Lune

  “Cariad, I was. This man and I were comrades in the SAS. I told him if ever he needed me, he had only to ask. He has asked and I have to honour my word to him.”

  Later he’d removed her collar and it felt as if he’d torn her heart out.

  She’d had to be strong, for her mother’s sake. Gloria knew that her mother had only a few short years to live. Gloria wanted to make them as happy as she could for her, amongst her friends in the city she’d grown up in, and never left. She’d pinned a smile to her face and made her mother’s last years as happy as she knew how. Inside, the ice around her heart grew thicker as time passed. She’d never had a permanent Dom since he left. At first she hadn’t known how to face the future. Eventually, as day followed day, she’d coped. It was existing, not living. The nights were the worst. Alone, clutching his pillow, she cried, and longed for the vibrant male she loved. Soon even his scent faded from her pillow. She mourned its passing. Oh my God! He’s coming over here. I can’t let him and the others see what a state I’m in.

  * * * *

  As he walked over to her, his heart swelled. She was as he remembered her. He could see she was fighting for control. He knew her so well. He knew every expression that flitted across her beautiful face. He wanted to go and smother his face in her hair, smell her scent, kiss her lips. Will she want me? Can we get back to our life together? Have I lost my future with her? It’s time to find out.

  “Come with me, gloria!” he said and noticed the surprise on the other subs’ faces.

  “Yes, Master Llewellyn.”

  He took her by the hands, placed a collar and cuffs on her, and handed her a leash.

  “Please, Master Llewellyn,” she said as she knelt before him and offered him the leash. He took the leash and clipped it onto her collar.

  “Rise.”

  She got up and followed him two paces behind his left shoulder as he strolled around the club, pausing to chat. As he did, he indicated she should kneel, which she did. She waited patiently in the slave position until he started to move, then she rose gracefully and resumed her place. He collected a key to one of the rooms and led her upstairs slowly. She was not dressed as he preferred, and he would correct that later. For the moment, it had been a long time, and he had missed her. She was still as beautiful as ever if a little thinner now. Her long, dark-brown hair was curly and reached below her shoulders. Her lashes were long and curly, too. Her eyes were large, green, and wide set. Her mouth was full and her bottom lip especially plump and generous. Her figure was an hourglass shape. Her waist was small, but her hips were full and luscious. Her breasts were DD. He loved to see the curves, and her nipples were dark pink. Her breasts were sensitive, and he’d always loved to fondle them and drive her wild with desire.

  He’d chosen the medieval room with dark panelling and deep red velvet curtains at the windows and on the four poster.

  “gloria!” he said. “It’s been a long time. I see you are uncollared. Have you had another Master?”

  “No, Master Llewellyn, I haven’t. I have done nothing permanent, just scenes.”

  “I found I didn’t want a permanent slave either, just scenes, too. Do you remember our protocols?”

  “Yes, Master Llewellyn, I do. I missed them so.”

  Gloria was happy that Master Llewellyn had not changed his mind. She knew that many Doms with slaves required them not to use I at all, but Llewellyn never liked to hear “this one loves her Master” from his sub, finding it too impersonal. He was a Dom who liked to know what his slave was thinking and feeling, and wanted nothing to get in the way of that.

  “Then let’s begin.”

  There was fruit and wine on a side table, so she went and collected a plate of luscious, green grapes then walked slowly to where he sat and waited. She knelt, then kissed the plate, as she always had done in the past when they were together. Then she offered the grapes to him with her head bent. Smiling, he took the plate, ate a few grapes, and fed some to her. “I’m thirsty,” he said.

  She went to pour a goblet of red wine and took it over to him and knelt. She kissed the rim and offered it to him. He took it and drank deeply, then offered it to her to drink. He sighed as he put the goblet down. She’s so graceful in all her movements. She remembers our protocols, that’s a good sign. Maybe there’s hope. She knelt at his feet and waited patiently. During their time together it had always been this way. He slowly rubbed his hand over the bulge in his leathers.

  “May I give you ease, Master Llewellyn?” she asked.

  “Certainly, my gloria.” He gestured, and she knelt at his feet between his legs. He noticed she was careful as she lowered the zip and released his cock and balls. Lovingly, she rolled his sac in her hands while he let his head drop back and sighed in contentment. He had missed her touch. No other had ever affected him so profoundly, and he regretted the lost years, wondering if they could resume their lives together. She had been his slave for five years before he’d had to leave her. He wasn’t altogether happy that she used “Master Llewellyn” instead of “Master,” but he ought to have expected it. Time would tell if she’d have him back. Then he lost all power of thought as she licked and nibbled at the huge vein that ran throbbing from the base of his cock to the head then sucked and licked around the bottom of the head. He raised his head and looked at her. She’d always known what he liked, and although he was way too thick and long for her to take all his cock into her mouth, she used her hands in combination with her mouth to pleasure him. Finally her tongue reached the swollen purple head, and she sighed then ran her thumb over his slit and smeared the drop of pre-cum over the whole head, only to lick it off slowly.

  She always looked deep into his eyes as she pleasured him. He preferred to see her eyes and gauge her pleasure in her efforts from what he saw reflected there. She licked and sucked, and her head bobbed up and down as her tongue lashed back and forth over the head of his cock. Then, she sucked in her cheeks and he felt his release approaching. He held onto her head with both hands as he knew she preferred and fisted his hands in her hair. His hips bucked, and he exploded into her mouth. His eyes never left hers as she struggled to swallow his copious release then gently cleaned his cock with her eager tongue. She held his softening cock in her mouth until he tapped her on the head, which was his signal for her to release him and tuck him back into his leathers. She sat back on her heels and smiled shyly up at him.

  “Cariad!” He sighed in appreciation of her efforts. “How I’ve missed you. Come here.”

  He patted his lap, and she rose gracefully to straddle him. He took her in his arms and kissed her, not needing to demand entry. Her lips softly opened and invited him in to taste himself on her tongue and slake his thirst for her as he claimed her mouth. He licked, sucked, and nibbled her lips and finally sucked her tongue into his mouth for her to explore him. She would never invade his mouth until he invited her. He’d trained her well. He freed her generous breasts and cupped them in his large hands, running his thumbs over the sensitive nipples. Taking them between thumb and forefinger, he rolled and squeezed them as she moaned but kept still as he’d trained her to do.

  “Please, Master Llewellyn. Please it has been so long. Please fuck me!”

  He smiled. He was aware he was a strict Master and fiendish in his application of punishments for any infraction but conversely generous with praise and pleasure for any slave who pleased him and followed his dictates. She held herself still and took all the stimulation he offered with his talented fingers. Then he lowered his mouth to her nipples, and he smiled as she almost lost her control. He knew that the pull of his mouth, as he suckled her nipples, and the electric jolt shooting to her cunt, making her wet and needy, had always been a great test of her ability to control herself. He alternated between her breasts and drove her to the edge of her control again and again, but she didn’t disappoint him. She managed to take it all and maintain her stillness. What a treasure she is!

  “What do you want, my gloria?�
� he teased.

  “Fuck me, Master Llewellyn. Eat my pussy please. I need to come!” she pleaded.

  Finally, standing with her in his arms, he crossed to the bed and tossed her onto it. Leaving her legs dangling off the end, he knelt on the floor between her legs, parted her thighs, and lowered his mouth to her pussy. She’d always loved this and said her world centred on him and the pleasure he gave her. So he parted her labia with his fingers, lowered his face to inhale her scent, and said, “Ah!” driving her to the edge of sanity.

  “Yes, Master Llewellyn. More, Master. I love your mouth on my cunt!”

  He loved the way she strove to keep still. He licked her pussy from her entrance to her clit and back up either side of the sensitive little pearl but never touching it. She moaned and sighed. He loved to hear the noises she made. Movement he didn’t permit, but sighs, moans, and screams of pleasure were music to his ears, and she’d always indulged him to the top of his bent. Finally, when she was trembling with the effort to keep still, he suckled on her clit, and she exploded. Her orgasm was beautiful to behold. She arched her back as it flowed along her limbs, and she convulsed, screaming, “MasterLlewellyn!” in her pleasure. He wanted more from her and for her, so he continued to suckle her clit, lashing it with his tongue and stabbing his tongue in and out of her pussy. Then he pumped his fingers in and out of her, stroking deep inside her and feeling the convulsive clenching of her muscles as the aftershocks caused them to spasm. Under his continued stimulation, her second orgasm took her and overwhelmed her. Her limbs shook and trembled.

  He lifted her up in his strong arms and put her on his lap, holding her close to his chest as she came down. He kissed her tenderly and helped her into the bathroom. He sat her on a stool and filled the bath with very warm water and some of the bath gel provided.

  He loved this aftercare, and he lavished attention on her, gently washing her all over. He got into the bath with her and allowed her to wash him. He lay down on his back, his head resting on a cushion, his arms along the sides, and his legs splayed. He watched in fascination as she knelt between his legs, took a soapy cloth, and gently washed his chest, torso, each huge leg, and finally his cock and balls. Then she rinsed off the bubbles, taking her time over his cock with the tip of the dragon’s tail tattooed on it. She traced her fingers lovingly over the dragon’s tail.

  “You’re so beautiful, Master Llewellyn, so is this dragon. I’ve missed you so much. I’ve dreamed about you often.” She bent and gently kissed him on the lips. “I love bathing with you. I love to wash your cock and your balls.” She took her time and soaped, washed, and rinsed, gently caressing him as she spoke. His cock swelled and grew stiff. His eyes were fixed on her face, then suddenly he took her hands, turned her around and placed them on the sides of the bath, kneeling behind her.

  “Hold tight and don’t let go! I want to fuck your pussy now!”

  She still remembered what was required of her. She bent forward and he surged forward, seating himself long, thick, and rigid in her cunt. She moaned as he thrust ruthlessly into her then slowly pumped in and out, moving the angle from time to time to give her more pleasure and grinding himself against her G-spot. He drove her higher and higher, and he noted she rippled and squeezed the muscles of her cunt in that way she had, which she knew he loved.

  “Fuck. I missed that, gloria. Nobody I know can squeeze my cock like you do!”

  He growled his appreciation, gripping her ample hips even tighter. He picked up the pace and pushed them both ever onward to the shattering climax that awaited them. At last, he released one hip, bent forward, pushing his thick fingers into her, and stroking and pressing her clit he said, “Come now!” Come she did, as he pumped in and out, his hips bucking as he sought his own release.

  He lay back in the bath taking her with him, still joined and sated. He ran his hands all over her body, soothing her and whispering his approval in her ear.

  “You have the most beautiful and talented pussy, my little gloria.”

  Chapter Three

  Gloria couldn’t believe what had just happened. She hadn’t seen him for five long years, then he’d crooked his finger, and she’d submitted as simple as that. All his training had come back, and she’d done what she knew he always liked. Then, she sighed contentedly, thinking that if this was all she was going to get this time, it had been worth it. It was a long time since she’d been so thoroughly fucked. He was long and thick and a considerate lover, even if very demanding. She’d enjoyed every minute of it, bittersweet though it might be.

  Again she thought of how they had parted, when Master Llewellyn had had to return to Wales when a friend of his called in a favour. He went to teach in the BDSM club his friend was setting up. He’d been pressing Llewellyn for a long time, who, in the end felt he couldn’t refuse any longer. Her mother was ill, and she couldn’t leave her, so Llewellyn had uncollared her. She had been miserable and lost for months. She’d been adrift. Her life and purpose had been amputated. His protocols and care, her service to him, and the abdication of her will had given meaning, purpose, and worth to her life. They’d hardly ever been apart before, and, if forced by circumstances beyond their control to spend a few days or so apart, he had required her morning ritual to be performed and confirmation of it in an e-mail. He liked her to shower, then clean and tidy the bathroom, and make the bed. Her breakfast was usually cereal, but he liked her to eat fruit in season. He required her to have a filling breakfast, saying she needed nourishment to sustain her until her lunch. He’d consulted over her choice of clothes for work. He was perfectly able to trust she would dress only to please him, but nevertheless, she consulted him, happy to offer this affirmation to please her Master. Her journal was kept up to date online so he could read it every day. He’d send it back with appropriate comments, and she found that comforting. She completed her daily chores and would carry the laptop with the camera around the house, so he could approve. She put the ticks on her checklist for him under his direction and made notes of what he wanted if anything needed to be redone.

  When he was no longer there and she had to decide it all for herself, she felt rudderless and worthless. She had no loving Dom to offer her service to, or to check she was on course and correct her or guide her if she faltered. It was all her own responsibility. It had taken her many long, painful months to get herself to the point where she could function independently and not constantly mourn his loss.

  Now he was back and seemed to want to take up where they had left off, but for how long? Could she risk going through it all again? What if he leaves me again? She’d spent months outside the BDSM world where she felt most at home. It had taken an immense amount of courage to go back into it and to go to Davy Jones’s Locker, the club she used to go to with Master Llewellyn. Master Prometheus had met her there and taken her to his own new club. He’d been sympathetic and supportive. She didn’t know who else to turn to now, so she resolved to seek an audience with him and ask his advice to see if he had any insight to offer.

  The Gregorian chant, playing through the club speakers, had given way to Cream’s “White Room.” Master Prometheus’s favourite track was always played to indicate the club was closing. “Cariad bach, I will see you home,” Master Llewellyn said.

  When Gloria came out of the locker room, he was waiting. When she had gone in to get her coat, all eyes were on her. They were consumed by curiosity. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said to Gemma, and that was all she said.

  Master Llewellyn had a Jaguar XJ Ultimate in celestial black metallic with gray leather upholstery. He held the door for her, fastened her seat belt and drove her home. The car engine was so quiet she couldn’t hear it, and the soft luxury of her seat was seductive. When they reached her flat, he got out, opened the door, and helped her out, then he locked the door of the car and held out his hand for her key. He opened her door and let her in, following her inside.

  “I need numbers to reach you and an up-to-date email address. H
ere’s my card with mine written on there. I’ll come back tomorrow, and we can talk about what we’re going to do next. I don’t want you living here, I don’t like this neighbourhood, it’s not safe!”

  “Yes, Master Llewellyn,” she said as she gave him what he needed. It was useless to argue with him now. This flat was all she could afford, and she would still be living in it when he left.

  “Nos da cariad.” The soft Welsh lilt in his “Good night, love,” brought tears to her eyes. He kissed her cheek and left, waiting outside until she locked the door.

  She made herself a cup of tea and performed her nightly ritual. She showered, cleaned her teeth, and removed her makeup. Then, she went round the flat to check all was locked up, and no electrical items left switched on. It was bittersweet now that he was back. She’d been doing what he’d established as his preferred ritual for her, even though he had not been there for years. At first she’d rebelled and done all the things he didn’t like and none of the ones he did, but gradually she returned to the familiar and comforting routine he’d trained her to. Like tonight when they’d fucked. She’d wanted to think “made love” but dared not let herself go down that road.

  She wondered if she could do this again. She’d come very near to ending her life, and she knew in her heart that if he left her again, this time she wouldn’t have the strength or courage to pick herself up and start her life again. This was her one chance of happiness, all she’d wanted and thought never to have again. Could she trust him? Even if he collared her, he had before and then had taken her collar away and released her. She needed to speak to Master Prometheus. The thoughts went round and round in her head, and no solution offered itself. Exhausted, she fell asleep.

  Chapter Four

  She awoke to the ringing of the telephone and His voice, deep, dark, and compelling.