Prometheus in Chains 2
Master Eric’s Virgin Sub
Master Eric Ballater, the Dom behind the bar at Prometheus in Chains, a BDSM club, meets Emma Browne, a beautiful blonde virgin waiting for her hero, at a Collaring Ceremony. Curious about the club, she returns for an exploratory visit—and likes what she sees.
She is happy with her new life until someone steals her identity, sending abusive e-mails in her name and spending large amounts on her credit card. Why is it happening to Emma?
Eric, determined to find out, sets a successful trap, snaring the stalker. Thinking all is over, she explores BDSM with Eric, and they fall in love. But Emma is torn between her love for him and the disapproval of her family if they find out about his involvement in BDSM. At the club's anniversary celebrations, the stalker returns and attacks Emma. Can Eric save her and win her heart completely?
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary
Length: 23,888 words
MASTER ERIC’S VIRGIN SUB
Prometheus in Chains 2
Clair de Lune
EROTIC ROMANCE
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MASTER ERIC’S VIRGIN SUB
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MASTER ERIC’S VIRGIN SUB
Prometheus in Chains 2
CLAIR DE LUNE
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
Master Eric, the Dom behind the bar, sometimes thought he was invisible. People talked a lot at the bar, and he heard a lot more than he was meant to. He kept quiet, and people forgot he was there. He saw a lot, too, from his vantage point, but he did not say much and never let people know that he had heard or seen. It was certainly a useful post for the head of security at Prometheus in Chains.
Trouble was brewing now. That Jessica was going to cause trouble if he knew anything, and she’d bear watching.
He’d heard the noise and shouting in the ladies’ locker room and the crash as Jessica erupted through the door and slammed it. That was not a wise move, as Prometheus was in the vestibule and he had heard the racket. He detested upset and said he liked peace and quiet. That did not sit well with Nine Inch Nails’ “Year Zero” being played loudly, but Eric knew what he meant. The club usually ran smoothly, and Prometheus would not have it any other way. The fees were large and the members expected and got a certain high standard of comfort and discretion. Jessica was going to upset that if they were not careful.
It was part of Eric’s job to make sure it did run smoothly, and the reason he had asked to be behind the bar in the first place. He smiled as she was sent down to Torquil. She’d be sorry she slammed that door. If he did not mistake her character, that would not put her off. He’d be sympathetic later and see what he could learn. He liked Jane and was pleased to see Angus taking an interest in a sub. Ten years was far too long to be without a permanent arrangement. Now look who’s calling the kettle black, he thought. Physician, heal thyself. He needed someone in his life but would not be able to do vanilla any more. He needed a sub and a permanent one, but first he had to get the atmosphere cleared and the club running smoothly again.
Chapter Two
He watched Torquil deliver a chastened Jessica back to the subs’ area and smiled as he saw how gingerly she sat down. Trust Torquil to give her something else to think about. Hopefully it was all over. Almost before the thought formed in his brain he saw Torquil talk to Jane then leave, and then he heard Jessica say something. Then several of them talked at once until Jessica screeched, “She is old and fat and ugly and she should not be here!” to Angus. Prometheus hauled her off heading for his office and an ultimatum, if he did not mistake his man. Eric knew Prometheus had invested a lot of time and money as well as his hopes and aspirations into the club. And no sub was going to be allowed to jeopardise that. Well, she would have to learn the hard way. He did not hold out much hope, as although she was pale, it looked as if she was going to brazen it out. He saw her stick her head in the air as she went to Prometheus’s Office. She came out a few minutes later in an altogether different mood. Her head was hanging and footsteps dragging as she headed toward the dungeon. Prometheus had put the fear of God into her. He was good at that, and Torquil would finish the job.
He smiled as he saw her brought back a while later, leather harness in place. The vibrator and butt plug would give her something else to think about for a while at least.
Torquil tied her wrists together and, taking her over to the column at the side of the subs’ area, he hoisted her hands above her head and left her to get a spreader bar, to which he at
tached both feet. Then he left the remotes, for the plug and the vibrator, on a shelf above her head, turned a spotlight on her, wrote something on a slate, and left some things on the shelf.
“I will be back in one hour to release you. Enjoy.” He strode away, and Eric heard him laugh and say he’d not had so much fun in ages. He watched as Doms and Dommes took advantage of the crop and remotes and had some fun of their own. Jessica patently was enjoying it. To judge by her moans, she had not had so much attention in ages. He wondered if this was wise or all just too much and she’d react by getting worse not better. They’d have to wait and see.
He was surprised to see Torquil’s aftercare and he was even more surprised when he took her home. Now that was another enigma. He’d never seen Torquil do anything like that, and he wondered why. He did not like mysteries.
Chapter Three
Eric guffawed with laughter when he saw the baby monitor the next night. Torquil was inventive as well as devious. The subs who came to get drinks could talk of little else. Jessica was the main topic of conversation, so he listened carefully. It seemed Jessica had still not accepted that Master Angus did not want her.
Gloria said, “Why can’t she just see that Jane is right for Master Angus? He never made any secret of the fact that he did not want Jessica. It’s all in her mind.”
Gemma agreed. “He’d be a fool to have her anyway. She is way too thin. We can all see the way the wind is blowing, and soon Master Angus will be collaring Jane permanently. Why can’t Jessica see that and leave them alone?”
They took their drinks and set off back to the subs’ area.
That was news to Eric. He watched Jane closely, and more importantly, Angus, as he knew him better and soon deduced the subs were right. The way he looked at her gave him away, and the way he looked around when he came in to see if she was there and looked disappointed if she was not. Eric had never seen him that way in all the years he had known him. Now they were in for trouble, as Jessica would not easily give him up.
He heard Jessica screech, “You whore, you took Master Angus from me, and he wasn’t enough! You look at all the Doms, and now you are trying to take Master Torquil from me.”
Eric had wondered if Jane would ever turn on Jessica, and it looked as if tonight were the night. Jane had had enough evidently and she tore a strip off Jessica and left her speechless. He could see that Angus was delighted. His eyes shone with pride and love. Well, well, well. The subs were right as usual. Angus did love her.
Torquil hauled Jessica off to the dungeon, and her backside was red and looked sore when he brought her back. There had been talk that she was his sub, but Eric had not believed it. Torquil had some devious motive for paying her attention, he’d bet, and it would not last. It never did with him.
Chapter Four
A new security guard had been hired and was doing his first shift today. Eric made a point of keeping his eye on any new men. Whether he had security clearance or not, trust took time to build and Eric was suspicious by nature. The new guard seemed to be competent. He was checking the cleaners’ IDs at the moment, and Eric was pleased by his professional manner.
Prometheus looked in just then with a question, and when he’d answered it the cleaners were all checked in and the door locked. He continued to monitor the cameras for a while, and then his second-in-command arrived and he went to the Doms’ meeting. Prometheus was a very good friend and a good boss. If democracy had not existed then Prometheus would have invented it. Eric thought. All the Doms and Dommes were consulted on anything concerning the club. Prometheus would make the final decision but everyone felt happier for having been consulted, and often good ideas came out of these meetings.
After all the routine business was taken care of, Eric’s attention was claimed as Angus said, “Jane and I want to hold our collaring ceremony here next week. Catriona has agreed to officiate, and the ‘usual’”—the Doms and Dommes laughed—“will take place in private.”
There were cries of “Shame” and “Spoilsport,” but he was adamant. Times and a date were fixed, and then he arranged a couple of weeks off to take Jane on holiday.
Eric was stunned but overjoyed. Angus deserved some happiness. He had known Angus for years but he had never seen him look at anyone the way he looked at Jane. He looked content, settled, and he was in love, anyone could see that. Eric suffered a twinge of envy. He was lonely and he badly wanted a permanent sub to love and cherish. He had tried in the vanilla world, but it had never worked out for him. He doubted it ever would. He was very happy in the lifestyle. His partner would have to accept that, so it would be better if he found a sub who understood his kink. He sincerely congratulated his friend, Angus, and went back upstairs.
As he went upstairs he thought about his friends in the club. Torquil was not happy. His past, with that dreadful sub, affected the way he looked at any sub. Eric hoped that Torquil, too, would find that special someone. There was talk that it would be Jessica, but Eric hoped not. Jessica was very like the sub that had almost wrecked Torquil’s life. Eric did not know all the details, but he did know that Angus and Prometheus had helped Torquil and brought him into the club. Torquil was fiercely loyal to both men, and Eric suspected that his attentions to Jessica were partly because he wanted to help Angus. Eric just hoped that Torquil would not get hurt. Catriona, on the other hand, had her Angel. He was tall and blond and the pair of them were head-over-ears in love. He sighed. “Don’t be envious,” he told himself. Your turn is bound to come.
Up in the security room, Eric saw the cleaner leave Prometheus’s office. There was something about her he could not quite put his finger on, as she looked almost familiar, but he did not know any cleaners personally so he followed her on screen as she passed other cameras then did her cleaning and left. He decided to log the incident, as he was still not happy.
Chapter Five
On the day of the collaring ceremony, Eric was behind the bar as usual. His mouth fell open as he saw a stunning blonde girl come into the club with Jane. She was about five feet eight inches tall with curves in all the right places. She had a beautiful oval face with large grey eyes and a kissable mouth. Her hair fell to her shoulders in waves. She had high, firm breasts and long, slim legs with a plump, heart-shaped bottom. All in all, she was a stunning girl. He resolved to make it his business to find out all he could about her.
Her name was Emma Browne, so he would be able to find out a lot about her with that. She was not in BDSM-style dress, so maybe she was not in the lifestyle. That would be such a disappointment. His cock had more than twitched happily when he had looked at her and she saw him looking and blushed and looked down. Oh, maybe, just maybe, she was submissive, he thought. This was worth pursuing, and he felt more hopeful and energised than he had for ages. He had a purpose now. Jessica would not be causing trouble, as Jane and Angus were going away for two weeks, so he’d have some time to pursue Emma. He saw the loving hug she and Jane exchanged and wanted some of that for himself.
The next evening Emma came to the club. She said, “I liked what I saw when I came to the collaring ceremony, so I decided I wanted to try it and see if I like it.”
She was not a member, so Prometheus was called.
“Hello, Emma, I am not sure what Angus or Jane will think about this, but neither of them said they did not want me to allow you into the club. I suppose that it would be better to have you learn about BDSM here, where you are safe, than somewhere else. I will let you in.”
Eric saw he had opted to let her have a look around and put her in the bar to wait for him. She was wearing a similar corset to the one Eric had been told she had designed and made for her grandma, but not so revealing. It was in a deep blue satin trimmed with black lace, and the miniskirt she had on with it was black leather and short.
“Hello,” Eric said, and his cock stood to attention and pressed against the zip of his leathers as she turned and smiled at him. He was blown away by her enormous eyes and the sweet expr
ession on her face, and when she licked her lips he almost came.
Like a fucking teenager, he thought.
“How do you come to be in Sheffield?” he asked.
“Well, you know my grandma, Jane, lives here. I put in an application for the job of designer at Curvy Woman, but I did not expect much to come of it. Master Angus must have liked my work and, when he associated my name with Grandma’s, he gave me an interview. He asked me to make a skirt and bustier in her size and her favourite colours,” she replied.
“Grandma did not know about it then?” Eric asked. He was teasing. Angus was a businessman first and last. If Emma had not been good at what she did, grandma or no grandma, she would not have got the job. He had seen Jane in that outfit, and it was stunning on her.
Emma smiled at him and said, “No, she did not. In fact, until I turned up at her house, she did not know I was in Sheffield. It got Master Angus into trouble. She overheard him talking to me and thought I was some other woman.”
“Oh, I bet she was not pleased!”
Eric well remembered the telling off Jane had given Jessica. He’d bet Master Angus had had a time of it. He smiled. He knew his old friend was happier than he’d been in his life now. Eric wanted so much to have the same chance at happiness. He wondered if this young girl would be the one. His cock certainly thought so!
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