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

by Clair de Lune

  “Are you from Sheffield?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  “So, um, er can we meet for a coffee?”

  “Sorry, I can’t,” she said.

  “Oh I am sure you could if you wanted to,” he replied.

  She did look at him then. He had a thin, narrow face with small bright eyes. He was five feet nine inches tall, but not attractive to her. He was thin and wiry.

  “No. I can’t,” she said.

  He came closer to her and she backed away, but really in the small lift there was nowhere to go. He put one hand on either side of her head, and leaned down to look into her eyes. She turned her head away, and put up her hand to cover her mouth, in case he tried to kiss her. Instead he grabbed that hand, and with his other hand he groped her breast, pinching and tweaking, then felt her pussy through her skirt. She was scared of him in this small space. She felt trapped.

  “No knickers, you are ready for action,” he sniggered.

  She struggled and mercifully the lift pinged for the fifth floor.

  “I will be going out with you. This isn’t over yet.”

  There was a couple waiting to get in the lift, and she stumbled away along the corridor. She got out her key card and hurried to open the door. Once it closed behind her, she sighed with relief and leaned against the door to catch her breath.

  She felt dirty. She was glad he hadn’t tried to kiss her. His breath was sour and it had made her feel sick. She needed to wash. She went into the bathroom and scrubbed at her hands, then she took off the blouse and skirt he’d touched and tossed them into the laundry, selecting clean ones, so she wouldn’t feel dirty when her Master came home. Maybe she should write it in her journal, but felt that would spoil the journal. It was for her thoughts and feelings, but she wanted it to be about the thoughts and feelings she had about her relationship with Llewellyn. The groping hand and insinuations of some grubby little man in the lift had nothing to do with them. She didn’t see the man again in the lobby of the hotel in the next few days, so she decided he’d probably only done it as a spur of the moment because they were alone in the lift. She’d done the correct thing by not spoiling her journal with the grubby little incident.

  Her Master had enrolled her in the Open University’s Foundation Course for Child Care. She’d been sent her pack and had started to work on its contents. What she did for that had been included in her checklist, and she was to write in her journal what work she had managed to do. She had a reading list, so she went out to the library while Master was at work and picked up the books she had reserved. When she got back, some things were out of place. She couldn’t remember if she’d left them that way or not but reasoned that she must have. Master hadn’t been back home, and the cleaners wouldn’t move things, so it must have been her. She tidied everything away and looked around the suite. Nothing was out of place now. Master would soon be home, so she wanted everything to be perfect and ready for him to check. Her journal was up-to-date except for the library visit. She wanted only ticks on her checklist and no crosses. He didn’t raise his voice if things were not as he liked them, but the look of disappointment on his face cut her to the quick. She was on edge, and she didn’t want anything, however small, to give him cause to regret his decision to take her back and maybe make him change his mind. She was still not 100 percent sure.

  She heard the key card in the door. She checked her appearance and hurried to kneel two paces from the door. He always entered slowly, giving her time to get in place, and today was no exception. He held out his hand, and she took it in both of hers, raising it to her lips and kissing it. He held onto both her hands and pulled her gently to her feet and into his arms. He wrapped his arms tightly about her and breathed deeply of her scent. For her the world was here and now. It was centred on him and her. He buried his face in her hair and said at last, “Cariad, it is so good to be home!”

  “Indeed, Master, it is so good to have you home,” she echoed.

  Then he chuckled.

  “Let’s go over your checklists, then we can have a bath before dinner. Do you want to eat in the hotel tonight or somewhere else?”

  “As Master pleases,” she replied.

  “Well let’s start, and we shall see.”

  He took her list and she followed him around the room. Really there was not much to check. Her drawers were tidy and the bed neatly made. His toiletries and hers were neatly arranged in the bathroom. Her books and the new laptop he’d bought her were on the desk where she had been working at them when he’d arrived home. Her journal was closed and her pen lay on top of it. He picked up the journal and read about her thoughts and feelings. She’d written what she’d done that day and how she felt about the foundation course.

  She saw he was pleased with her, and she glowed.

  “Strip!” he said. “I’ve a mind to inspect my property.”

  She stripped off her clothes and folded them neatly. She stood with her feet apart and her hands laced behind her head, her eyes on him.

  “Your pussy needs shaving. I’ll do that for you in a while. Your nipples are like pebbles and your pussy drips cream. You are aroused, my little one. What do you need?” he asked.

  “Fuck me please, Master. I need you to fuck me hard and fast.”

  He led her over to the desk and had her hold onto the edge.

  “Don’t move,” he said. Then he took up a suede flogger and flicked it gently at first, but with increasing vigour, over her until her bottom was glowing pink and her thighs and back were so sensitive that she trembled when he ran his hands over her.

  “Are you ready? I’m in no mood now to linger. This will be hard and fast.”

  “As my Master wishes,” she said eagerly.

  He removed his trousers and folded them neatly. Then he took her. She squealed as he gripped her hips and entered her. She was dripping wet and wanted this as much or more than he did. She didn’t move but she did moan and beg.

  “Faster please, Master. Harder please.”

  Then he was thrusting his huge, thick cock into her. As he flexed his hips and thrust, the force of it lifted her onto her toes. He withdrew almost all the way then rammed himself home again. Every time he thrust his cock into her pussy, she groaned in ecstasy as the whole length of it ground over her G-spot. When he withdrew, the muscles of her cunt held onto him as if trying to hold him in. It was soon over. He bent over her, careful to make her come first, and rubbed her clit with his hand until she convulsed over him in a delicious orgasm. The spasms of her cunt muscles gripping his cock obliged him to move inside her. In four more deep, fast thrusts, he came. His hips bucked, and his hot semen flooded her pussy. He leaned over her and grasped the desk with one hand and held her up with the other. She could feel his heart hammering against her back. When he had gained a measure of control, he gathered her up in his arms and took her to the bathroom. He sat her on the stool to wait as he filled the bath with hot water and her favourite foaming bath gel. He settled himself at one end of the bath with her back to his chest. With a long, drawn-out “ah” of satisfaction he put his arms around her and nibbled her neck.

  “You make my life worth living,” she heard him say, and it brought tears to her eyes and her heart sang.

  “You’ve more than earned the right to choose where we dine, cariad.”

  “Well, Master, can we dine here in our room?”

  “We can indeed.” From the floor by the bath he produced his phone and the menus with a flourish that made her laugh. He had read her so well again! When they had chosen what they wanted for dinner, he phoned the order down to reception and washed her with a big, soft sponge he’d bought specially for her. Then he allowed her one of her greatest pleasures that of washing him. She always left the best part for last, and his cock and balls received detailed attention from her questing little hands.

  * * * *

  They wrapped themselves in the robes provided by the hotel and ate their dinner. She’d chosen all his favourites, he
noticed, but it didn’t matter as he’d chosen her favourites, and they shared the food. He loved to feed her from his plate, and he knew she loved him to feed her. She’d chosen a selection of fruit and vegetables, he noticed with approval, and she glowed. He’d spoken to her about nutrition, and it seemed she was taking it seriously.

  He knew she still had doubts. He caught her worried expression sometimes when she thought he was dozing or not paying attention. Little, if anything, escaped him where her and her welfare were concerned. Now with the prospect of a child, he was even more careful of her welfare. When she was worrying her shoulders would droop and her back wouldn’t be as straight and her teeth would worry her bottom lip. He knew her, and he knew she worried he would leave her, and for the life of him he didn’t know how to convince her he would never ever let her go again. He wanted her and a family with her. There were no more promises he had to honour. The Welsh friend had been a very special case. He’d no intention of leaving her ever again. Time, he knew, would do it, but he didn’t know how long it would take, and they didn’t have that much time. They wanted a baby or two, and worry could stop her conceiving.

  He made up his mind to consult Prometheus. He knew that gloria had grown close to Prometheus as a friend in the five years he himself had been in Wales. Prometheus had kept him closely informed about her, though he hadn’t told him all. Llewellyn had fretted and fumed and worried, but he knew he couldn’t get away until the five years were up. He thought, and Prometheus agreed with him, that if he came back for a visit then went away again, it might drive her over the edge. He’d imposed his iron control over his own feelings and stayed away. No one knew what it had cost him in hurt and pain. All his instincts had been to fly to her, scoop her up in his arms, and carry her away to Wales, but he knew she would not leave her mother, and he respected her for that. One year ago when he found out her mother had died, he was faced with the dilemma again. He didn’t want to spend more than the five years in that club in Wales. He wanted what he had always wanted since Prometheus had told him about his idea for a club and shown him the house he wanted for it. He wanted to work there with his friends, Angus and Prometheus. He decided not to uproot her for one year. They’d waited four years and could wait one more. He realised he was risking a lot, but Prometheus would have told him if any Dom had wanted her permanently, and if that had happened, he’d have come to claim her, even if she only went to Wales for a week. Prometheus had said she was more settled and had women friends in the club. So Llewellyn had waited. He wondered if he’d been right, but it was water under the bridge. No use crying over spilt milk. By God, he thought, this is going to be sorted. I will have her happy and contented, whatever I have to do to make it so.

  * * * *

  His interview with Prometheus gave him food for thought, but he could see that what his friend had suggested would probably work, so between them they planned the event. They had to find a date that didn’t clash with other events at the club. Prometheus noted any dates that Llewellyn wasn’t available and promised to fix it up and get back to him. Then they went on to discuss the Doms’ training programme Llewellyn wanted to introduce. He hoped to persuade Catriona to do some teaching. A short course in rope bondage with her background in Kinbaku shouldn’t tax her too much. He liked Catriona and considered her an excellent Domme and an excellent rope Top. He looked forward to seeing what she suggested.

  Chapter Seven

  Gloria had been to the library again to collect the rest of the books she needed, which had been out when she last went. Llewellyn had told her to go ahead and buy them, but she wanted to look at them first. She told him that if she thought they would later be useful she’d buy them. He had given her a credit card on his account. She didn’t really feel comfortable spending his money, so she spent as little as possible and only on things he told her to buy. All she had to do was keep a record of what she spent, so he could check his account when the bill came in. He kept telling her to spend what she wanted to get what she needed. She’d said she would prefer to ask him first. Years of being careful with a small income had left their mark. She couldn’t change overnight, and in the end he agreed she could if she was happier that way.

  Just as the lift doors were closing, that man got in again. He looked flushed and overexcited. She shrank into the corner away from him. She was scared he might touch her and frightened of him. He followed her and leaned into her. He grasped her hair with his hand and twisted it. It hurt and she protested. It did no good, he twisted her hair more and forced her to look at him. His hand left her hair and he grabbed her breast and tweaked the nipple painfully, grinning as she winced. “I have something for you. Read this, and I will be in touch. Tell nobody about it, or there will be dire consequences for you and that gorilla you live with. If you let on to anyone at all, and him in particular, I will make sure he is disgraced. As well as these photos I have documents. I know things about him and his days in the SAS. The money he stole and the arms he sold illegally. If they are made public he is going to go to prison. Remember he mustn’t know. If you tell him, all the details will go to the press as once.”

  “I don’t believe you. He’d never, ever do anything wrong. You’re lying!”

  “Well that’s as maybe, but I will send the details to the press. They will publish and mud sticks. He’ll be ruined. There will have to be an investigation and there will always be doubt in some people’s minds. Can you live with that? Only you can avoid it. Tell him or anyone else, and I will inform the press.”

  He pushed a large, brown paper envelope into her reluctant clasp and got out at the next floor. It had her name, Gloria Jessops, on it, and she wondered how he knew her name. When she got into the hotel room, she opened the envelope and gazed in stunned amazement and horror at the pictures it contained. She saw pictures of herself as Llewellyn had inspected her. There were others of him using the suede flogger to arouse her and more as he took her from behind, bent over the desk. She was so stunned at first she couldn’t speak or think. It was so unfair that she had just found him again, and now someone was trying to ruin it all.

  Then she began to get angry that what were private, intimate moments had been seen and photographed by others. She sat still and began to think. She had seen enough episodes of CSI to have an idea of what to do. She looked at the photos and the angle of the shots then raised her eyes to where she deduced the camera must be concealed. She got a chair and climbed up on it, and sure enough there was the camera. She was going to make sure that no more were taken. It was very small, but it was sitting on top of one of the framed prints most hotels put on the wall. She got down with it in her hand. She put it on the floor to grind it under her shoe then thought better of it.

  Maybe it could be used as evidence, she thought.

  She had to conceal it and the photos quickly as Llewellyn would soon be home. Well it didn’t feel like home anymore. Her private space had been violated. She felt contaminated. Now where could she put them? Ok, hide in plain sight was a good maxim in her opinion. So she put the camera in the envelope and placed that under the work she was doing for the Open University, then she breathed a sigh of relief. The relief was short-lived. She began to wonder what the man could want. She’d no money, so it couldn’t be that, she decided.

  In view of what the man had said, it was imperative that she keep all this from Master Llewellyn, and how could she allow him to fuck her if there was another camera hidden somewhere? She took another look at the photos and saw they were all from the same angle. So maybe the man had only concealed the one camera. She would have to take a chance as she wouldn’t be able to avoid Llewellyn’s forceful attentions, and if she were honest, she didn’t want to. The only comfort she was going to get until she found out what the man wanted was in Llewellyn’s arms.

  Sod the bastard! she thought. He’s not going to ruin my time with Master. He has these pictures, so a few more won’t hurt.

  Soon, Llewellyn arrived home and after greeting him,
they discussed where to have dinner and how to spend the rest of the evening. However hard she tried, she wasn’t totally successful at hiding her feelings from Llewellyn. She felt his gaze on her and tried to be composed and not think about that horrible man at all, but that was practically impossible. She dreaded his asking her what was wrong and tried so hard to be normal that she wondered if he could tell something was wrong. He was certainly looking at her carefully. Then it hit her.

  Oh God, she thought. He’s going to think it’s because I still don’t believe he will stay with me. Although she was not 100 percent sure yet, she was getting more confident of his intentions daily. That bloody man was going to spoil everything. It was just so unfair. She’d had five years of deep sadness and loss. Just when it looked as if things were at last working out for her and her Master, that dreadful little man had to get in the way. What could he want of her after all? she wondered. She shivered as she thought of the photos he had seen and how he had asked her out, and some inkling of what he might want occurred to her. No! No! No! she said to herself. I belong to my Master now, and I will not fuck anyone else or allow them to lay a hand on me. Deep down she wondered how on earth she was going to prevent him doing exactly what he wanted.

  Chapter Eight

  Llewellyn was increasingly worried about gloria. He racked his brains, but he could find nothing he could put his finger on. He just knew there was something wrong. She’d felt different for the last few days. She’d made love to him and let him fuck her, but there was a sort of desperation in her eyes as he did and a tension in her body that hadn’t been there before. She had a hunted look sometimes as her eyes scanned the hotel room. What was she looking for? he wondered. He hadn’t done or said anything. He’d been very careful to reassure her, in his campaign to convince her that his desire to stay was genuine and lasting.