de Lune, Clair - Master Eric's Virgin Sub [Prometheus in Chains 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Clair de Lune

  “Well, I will get us both a drink, and we can sit over there and you can try.”

  He got a couple of glasses of white wine and a couple of bottles of water and led her to a comfy sofa. He longed to set her on his knees and comfort her, but she didn’t know him, and he did not want to scare her by going too fast. She looked like a little lost kitten now, and he did not want her to run away.

  “Now, tell me what happened.”

  “I went into work today and everyone was very strange. Usually they are a friendly lot. They know Angus is keen on my grandma, but it has not seemed to make a difference before.”

  “What was different today?”

  Her hands shook and he could see she fought to keep the tears back as she said, “When I got there today, they all stopped talking as soon as I walked in. Then they all got up to leave. One woman said, in a whisper she knew I would hear, that I only got the job because Grandma was, was…” She could not go on and say the vile thing the woman had said. Eric took her cold little hands in his and rubbed them.

  “Tell me!” he said in his best Dom’s voice. She did.

  “You know that is not true. Angus is first and foremost a businessman. If your designs had not been good, he would not have taken you on. What is more they know it, too. Could it be jealousy or spite?”

  “I thought that’s what it was at first, but that is not all. I could get no help at all from anyone. My calls were cut off, people did not answer, my orders were delayed. Last of all a girl I was quite friendly with sent an e-mail to say she could not have lunch with me. It was very curt and not polite at all.”

  “All that seems very odd. How long has it been going on for?”

  “It all started today. That is not the worst thing, however.”

  “Go on!”

  “I got my credit card bill. It is in four figures, for stuff I have not bought and never would. Lots of parcels, from an online company selling sex-toys, have been delivered to my address. I have stopped the card now but, as the things have been delivered to me, I have to pay and get refunds. While I was out at the post office, my flat was broken into and my laptop was stolen. It has all my designs for Angus’s new collection on it. I did not back it all up because of the worry over the other stuff. How did all this happen to me? Just as my life was looking so good!”

  “Do not worry, we will get it sorted out!”

  “It is happening here in the club, too,” she wailed.

  She showed him the crumpled note, and he was very angry. He did not yet know who, why, or how, but he did know what had happened to her, and he was going to know the rest.

  “It sounds like you are the victim of a stalker, or someone who has it in for you. Who do you know who might hold a grudge or wish you harm?”

  “I don’t know anyone here. I have only been here a few weeks. Angus gave me a job, and that’s the first time I have been to this city, and I came to the club the first time for the collaring ceremony, Sir.”

  Eric thought about that. He thought about Angus and Jane and who would like to harm either of them and suddenly things began to make sense. He had a lot of investigating to do, but he now had a lead and, like a Rottweiler, once he took hold he would not let go.

  “Right, now listen to me and do as I say. Tell no one what I have said, not even in an e-mail, as they have your laptop. They may well have figured out your passwords, and so you have to play it safe. Call in sick to work, and you can stay at my place.”

  Chapter Ten

  “I don’t know you, and I can’t impose on you like this, Sir,” Emma said, wanting comfort but not knowing this man. She had only spoken to him for a while but in that time had told him everything that was worrying her. She did not usually pour her heart out to the first man she met, but he seemed different. He had talked to her the day before, and the way he looked at her made her wet and her nipples hard little pebbles.

  Then he asked, “Do you trust me?”

  She looked into his eyes and realized that she did. She had not really looked at him before, had been too ashamed and upset, and yesterday she had been too shy and overwhelmed by it all. She had read that you must not look Doms in the eye, and by his dress she guessed he was a Dom, but now she looked carefully. His dark brown hair was long and had a bit of a curl to it. He wore it pulled back from his face and secured with a lace at the back of his head. She wondered what it would look like flowing free. It would reach past his shoulders and she’d love to run her fingers through it. His eyes were wide set and grey-green and seemed to see into her soul. He had long, dark brown lashes and mobile eyebrows, one of which was lifted now as he looked at her and waited for her answer. He wore the Dom uniform of leathers and jerkin, but he had on a black T-shirt with the club logo on it. He was wide and well-muscled with a trim waist and narrow hips. He had towered over her five feet eight inches so he must be well over six feet. Ironically, she wondered, as her grandma had, if the Doms were all big. He had long, powerful thighs and long, lean feet. All in all, a delicious package. She wondered how she could think such a thing at a time like this, and while she was thinking that about his “package.” She looked and saw it was in keeping with all the rest of him. It was causing the front of his leathers to bulge and seemed to be swelling as she looked. Startled, she looked up, saw he had seen the direction of her gaze, and swiftly lowered her eyes as she blushed to the roots of her hair.

  Chapter Eleven

  Eric smiled. So she was submissive, and she had seen he wanted her and blushed and she had liked what she saw in him, too. There was hope yet.

  “I am going to get to the bottom of this for you, but if you want my help, you must be prepared to do exactly as I say without question. OK?”

  “Yes, Master Eric,” she whispered, still looking down. He was pleased she’d called him Master Eric and not Sir anymore. He was making progress.

  “My flatmate is in Special Branch. He has a couple of days off and was wanting something to do. I am sure he will help.”

  Eric made a call on his mobile phone and told his friend what the problem was. Eric would be explaining a whole lot more to his friend, but she did not need to hear it.

  He took her to her flat to collect a bag with sufficient clothes to last for a few days. He said it would probably take him two days but to be prepared for more. He took her back to the flat he shared and introduced her to Jack.

  “Jack will stay with you tomorrow and the next day. I want you to call in sick. Let him hear what you say then give him your mobile. I do not want you to use the phone all the time you are here. You have no laptop and I do not want you to use mine or Jack’s, either.”

  She looked puzzled but she did as he wished without arguing. He thought she was responding to the tone of his voice better and better. She said she’d call the next day. Eric watched as she gave Jack her mobile to look after and promised she would do as he wanted.

  They had supper, homemade tomato soup, and sandwiches. Jack was a good cook, too. Then they all went to bed. Eric slept on the sofa and gave her his bed. It was one of the hardest things he’d ever done to let her go into his bedroom alone, especially after the quick good-night kiss and hug she’d given him, and he promised himself it would not be long before he had her. He could still feel her hard, pointed nipples as they had pressed into his chest. He longed for a feel and a taste. How long before he could get her under him and get inside her?

  He did not sleep well. He tossed and turned, knowing she was just a few feet away from him. In the end, he got up and made himself a cup of tea. He listened at the door to his room and heard muffled sobs and sniffles. Could he go in and comfort her? Did he trust himself only to comfort her and not take things further? It would not be right, as she was emotional and upset. He wanted her when she was the joyous little sub he had first seen at the club. The decision was taken out of his hands as she emerged to go to the bathroom.

  “Would you like some tea?”

  He held up his mug invitingly, and she smiled
shyly and accepted. By the time she came back from the bathroom he had the tea made and ready for her, a plate of Jack’s homemade biscuits on the kitchen table.

  “Jack loves to cook but only manages when he has a few days off. These are his special chocolate-chip shortbread. I thought you could do with a treat.”

  He pulled out a chair for her and gave her a mug of tea and pushed the plate of shortbread toward her. She took one bite into it and licked her lips with her little pink tongue, and he felt his unruly cock swelling in his pyjama bottoms. He wanted to crush her in his arms and tell her it would all be fine and not to worry anymore. Instead, he tried to put her at her ease by talking about the club and asking about her design work. She was hesitant at first. Her eyes were red from crying, and she still blew her nose from time to time, but gradually he got her to talk and sip her tea and nibble a couple of biscuits. When she was calm and smothering yawns, he said, “Time to go to bed, kitten!” Oh, how he wished it was time for him to take her to bed. She smiled at him, hugged him close, and his bare chest felt the burning imprint of her hard little nipples through her nightie. He drew in a breath, tried to draw back and away from temptation, but she put up her face to be kissed, and who could resist such an offer? Certainly he could not.

  He bent his head and kissed her on her luscious, rosy lips. He had not intended it to be such an incendiary kiss, but her lips opened, and he could not resist tasting more of her. He drew her closer and settled to explore her mouth. She made little mewling, moaning sounds like the kitten he had called her, and his bloody cock well-nigh shot up out of his pyjamas. She ground her pussy against him, and he growled low in his throat and kissed her harder. She was going to kill him.

  The door of Jack’s room opened and he started to come out, rubbing his eyes sleepily. When he saw them, he excused himself and went back in, but it was enough. Sanity returned, and Eric forced his arms to put her away from him. He kissed her cheek, patted her beautiful little bottom, and sent her to bed. He saw she did not really want to go either, so why had he sent her away? His cock wanted the answer to that question, but his head was now firmly in control again. He knew he did not want her to give herself to him when she was vulnerable or out of gratitude. That way it would never last, and he now knew he intended it to last. She was his, and he wanted no other so it had to be done the correct way.

  He sighed and went into the bathroom to relieve his swollen cock. Soon, he promised himself as he pumped his hand up and down. Soon it will be her doing this with her mouth, her tongue, her cunt, and her back hole. On that thought he exploded, streams of hot semen landing in the towel he held in his hand. It was not going to relieve the pressure for long, but if it meant he could sleep, he’d live with it for now. He cleaned himself up and as he left the bathroom, Jack, who was waiting to go in, grinned conspiratorially.

  Chapter Twelve

  The next day, Eric went off to the club early. He knew Jack would look after Emma and she’d be safe.

  The Doms’ meeting at the club was uneventful until Torquil said, “I want something done about this Emma. She has been sending me abusive e-mails for several days now, and I will not put up with it!”

  Rafael said he had received some, and even Catriona had had them. All the Doms except Eric had received them.

  Prometheus had his mobile on, and when the tone sounded, he said, “She has just sent me another one. It is beyond a joke, and even if she is Jane’s granddaughter we cannot have this.”

  Eric made a call, and when he had finished, he broke into the general grumbling and angry comments. He said, “Well, now that is strange. Emma has been at my flat and has no mobile, and her laptop was stolen two days ago. Moreover, she has spent the day with Jack, a member of Special Branch, and he will swear on a stack of bibles that she has made no calls, has not touched a phone, and has not had access to the Internet, so it was not her.”

  You could have heard a pin drop as they all looked at one another in astonishment.

  “What the fuck is going on?” bellowed Torquil.

  “My feelings exactly,” said one Dom after another. Eric noticed Catriona had the wit to keep silent and wait to be told.

  He outlined the story he had heard from Emma the previous day.

  “She has never been to this city before and knows only Jane and Angus apart from those people she has met at work. Somebody has it in for her, and I intend to find out who.”

  “Are you sure she is the real target?” Catriona asked.

  Trust her to get to the heart of the matter.

  “We have had no trouble in the club before she came, so who else could it be?” one of the Doms asked.

  “Well now, that’s not strictly true, is it?” Catriona looked around.

  Eric noticed she waited for them to think along the same lines as herself.

  “Jane!” said Prometheus. “She is Jane’s granddaughter.”

  “Just so! And who has had a problem with Jane?” Eric asked.

  They all knew who that was.

  “I saw her talking to Emma yesterday,” mused Eric, and Torquil said, “I was in the city centre the other day, on my way to an appointment. I saw Jessica behaving oddly outside a block of flats. She waited until she saw Emma come out. Then she walked up as if she’d met her accidentally. I thought it was odd but it was none of my business. Then they went off together toward the city centre.”

  “Well, that gives me a starting point, and it will be a whole lot easier than without one,” said Eric. He left the meeting and went to his control room and began to search. He found some of what he wanted then sat back to consider. After a while, he had a visitor. Prometheus had been checking the log and wanted to know what the “odd feelings” he had noted meant. That jogged Eric’s memory, and as he looked at the dates on the log and the information on his screen, things began to fall into place. He needed to see the security guard that had been on the door, so he went downstairs and asked him a couple of questions.

  The guard said, “I could not really describe the cleaner I saw on the two dates you are interested in, Sir. It was my first day on the door, and I was more interested in checking the passes. However, I do remember her name.”

  Sally, the cleaner in question, was sent for, and when questioned she finally told how she had had been taken ill in Jessica’s flat after having afternoon tea with her and at Jessica’s suggestion allowed Jessica to help her, as she did not want to let the club down at the last minute and could not afford to lose her job. Eric took the information and spoke to the other Doms and Dommes. He left Sally outside the door until he had explained his idea then he called her inside.

  “At the moment you have done nothing really wrong, and we are willing to overlook the failure to tell us what you had done. You should have telephoned and reported that you were sick, and we would have found someone else or given extra to the other cleaners to cover your work. All cleaners are vetted and should not give their passes to anyone. We are going to get this sorted out and you can help us, but under no circumstances must you tell anyone what has been discussed in this room, least of all Jessica. After all, she has got you into trouble, so you owe her no loyalty.”

  He outlined his plan and told her that she must call when next she was ill at Jessica’s flat and someone would take her to a doctor’s office for tests, but she must call as soon as Jessica had left the building to go and do her work. Eric’s plan was set in motion.

  That evening, Jessica was allowed to overhear a conversation between Mistress Catriona and Master Prometheus about the special meeting of Doms to take place the following day to discuss “the disgraceful business of those abusive e-mails.” They knew she would not be able to resist overhearing what they intended, especially as they said they would be summoning Emma to question her.

  “I do have progress to report,” said Eric as Emma flew to greet him, “and you will be coming to the special meeting of the Doms tomorrow.”

  He told her and Jack what he thought had happened
but said they had no proof, so they had to catch her red-handed. He saw that Emma was on the one hand relieved that it would soon all be over and on the other furious at Jessica, but in the end she agreed to play it whatever way Eric wanted her to, as he’d known she would.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The next day, the Doms all collected in Prometheus’s office. Eric had been called when Sally was taken ill and Jack had taken her to be tested. The guard also called him when Sally’s ID was used, and then he watched on camera as Jessica went into Prometheus’s office and did not come out before the Doms and Dommes started to arrive. He took Emma in, and she listened to the pretended anger of the Doms over the e-mails. All of a sudden Eric wrenched open the door to the cupboard, and Master Prometheus said, “Won’t you join us, Jessica?” She came out into the office, and all the club’s Doms and Dommes looked at her.

  “Sally is at present being tested to see what exactly you put in her drink. Care to tell us where you got whatever it is?” Eric asked.

  “It is Emma you should be looking at. She sent me some horrible e-mails, and I wanted to see her get her just desserts,” Jessica protested.

  “Do you have the e-mails still?” Eric asked.

  “Oh, yes I kept them in case. I did try to be friendly with her. But she is truly horrible and twisted.”

  Then they gave her a laptop, and she accessed her e-mails. There were several from Emma’s account over the past couple of days. All the Doms and Dommes had reported more e-mails from the previous day and today.

  “Well now, that is quite a feat for her, as she had no mobile and no Internet access for the last couple of days,” stated Eric, and he could see Jessica was not so certain of herself as before, but she was not ready to throw in the towel just yet as she blustered.

  “How do you know she is not lying? “