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

by Clair de Lune

  Eric thought she’d like to go as she would not be back at work until the lawyer had the letters taken to all the people at Curvy Woman. Until then, she could work on her designs at home as her laptop and mobile had been restored to her. She sat quietly as Eric caressed her hair then slowly moved his hand to the back of her neck and then around to her chin. He tipped up her face and leaned down to kiss her. Some other sub was busily engaged in giving a blow job to his Dom, who seemed to be enjoying it, judging by the growls of encouragement he made. She reached out a hand to Eric’s crotch only to have it swatted away.

  “Did I ask you to do that?”

  “No, Master Eric,” she said and looked down in adorable confusion. She had obviously forgotten she needed to ask to touch him, but she had done it in public, and he had no choice.

  “Up,” he said, so she stood. He indicated she should go over his lap. He had told her that to hesitate to obey him would reflect badly on him, so he was gratified that she did not hesitate or challenge him and quickly got over his lap facedown, getting redder by the minute. He bared her bottom and swatted her half a dozen times. He made sure that although it hurt it was not unbearable, so she did not cry out then he inserted a finger in her cunt as deep as he could get it. She was wet and tight, and he felt…

  “Excuse us, please,” he said to the others at the table and took her to an armchair in an alcove.

  “Just when were you going to tell me that you are a virgin?” he asked in annoyance.

  “I forgot about it. It did not seem important to me as I had no idea we would go so far tonight. Then when we began it was the last thing on my mind, Master Eric.”

  He could well believe that.

  “Your first time with any man should be memorable, and I do not want to take you in the club in front of everyone. There is time enough for that when you are no longer a virgin.”

  The thought must have made her wet, and she began to shake with the excitement.

  “And I will decide what is and what is not relevant. You tell me everything. Got it? Any more surprises?”

  “No, Master Eric.”

  He proceeded to insert fingers gently into her cunt and curled them as he fucked them in and out. She began to pant and writhe in his grasp, and he held her still with one large hand as he fucked her with his fingers. He would stretch her at every opportunity to get her ready for his cock, which was not small. He did not want to hurt her.

  He pushed her back over his arm and kissed her. First he licked along the seam of her lips and nibbled her bottom lip as she moaned and panted. He let his tongue gently follow the seam of her lips, and then he dipped in and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. She moaned, and he let go of her lip and explored her mouth with his tongue then began stabbing in and out in time with the fingers he was using in her cunt. She was hot and wet, and she trembled and shook as he pressed her clit between thumb and forefinger and growled.

  “Come now!” And come she did. He watched her response to wave after wave of mind-bending pleasure sweeping over her and carrying away her will and wits. Her face reflected her feelings. His tongue played with hers, and his fingers never let up their fucking and stroking. She came again, and as he left her mouth free she screamed his name as he had thought she would. He had loved the sounds she made, the moans, pants, and humming noise deep in her throat as he fucked her with his fingers and as she came writhing and screaming in his arms for the second time. He thought that his cock would explode. He thought of Angus and could see that the kilt would have its advantages at such a time. Certainly his cock and balls would not have felt as if they were in a vice. He shifted to get more comfortable, and then he collected the blanket that was over the chair arm and wrapped it around his kitten. She murmured her thanks and curled into him, one hand clutching his leather jerkin and wriggling to get herself comfortable. Unfortunately her wriggling on his cock was not conducive to his comfort. He would have to do something about that and pretty soon.

  She responded to the way he cared for her afterward, and he remembered how envious she had looked on seeing the Domme care for her sub. It was her turn to be wrapped in a blanket and praised and petted. She must have felt his unease as he shifted and the length and solid hardness of his cock was really painfully constricted as it was by his leathers. After taking several drinks from the bottle of cold water he gave her, she asked tentatively, “May I not touch you and try to give you pleasure similar to what you have just given me, Master Eric?”

  He smiled, even though it was a strained smile, and he was pleased that she had learned enough now to ask before touching him and he replied in the affirmative. She got down on her knees before him and gently unzipped his leathers, taking care not to catch the skin. He wore tight, white, knitted cotton boxers, and after she struggled to free him, he had to lift up his hips to help her.

  She wrapped her hands around the base of his cock and held him tight as her tongue snaked out and licked his slit and he jerked. She licked up the length of his cock, paying particular attention to the deep purple head, which she sucked into her mouth and swirled her tongue around before slipping her tongue into his slit as far as she was able. She hummed and sighed as she sucked and licked, and her head bobbed up and down as she struggled to accommodate his long, thick cock in her small mouth. He was unable to tear his eyes away from her, and he stroked his fingers in her hair then curled them into the mass and held her tight to him.

  She sucked as much of him in as she could and sucked as hard as she could, and then his hips began to buck in spite of himself. He gasped out, “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth that’s fine, but I am about to come.”

  Emma responded by sucking harder until he exploded into her mouth, and she swallowed all his cum convulsively, then licked him clean and tucked him back into his boxers with no difficulty this time. She zipped up his leathers and sank to the floor, resting her head on his knees and clasping her arms around his leg as she had undoubtedly seen other subs do and she let out a contented little sigh. He caressed her hair and bent to plant a smacking kiss on the top of her head.

  “My lovely little kitten,” he said to her, and she smiled mistily up at him.

  Prometheus, walking about the club, stopped to watch the scene between Emma and Eric. Eric saw him looking at them, and undoubtedly, he was wondering if it was going to cause him problems with Jane and Angus.

  Well, time to face that when it happened. Emma was a submissive. It was best she explored that side of her nature in a club where she would be safe, Eric thought.

  Chapter Nineteen

  The meeting to decide what to do about Jessica took place in Master Prometheus’s office. All the interested Doms were there as well as a new Dom not known to anyone there apart from Master Prometheus, who introduced him as Master Rhys from Cardiff but did not further enlighten the assembled Doms. Master Rhys was black haired, black browed, and though not so tall as the other Doms, he was well muscled and stern looking.

  Jessica’s psychiatrist came in and began his report.

  “Jessica is aware that she had been in the wrong.” At that one of two Doms growled, but he carried on.

  “She knows she will have to make reparation by paying back all the money spent on Emma’s credit card that has not been refunded by the shops she ordered items from. She will write a letter, the text of which we have all agreed upon, in consultation with the lawyer, who has managed to convince everyone at Curvy Woman not to take the matter further.”

  The Doms who worked at the club and Master Prometheus in particular looked relieved to hear it. Eric knew that that had been the one aspect they were unable to control, and no one wanted publicity of any kind for the club, let alone the adverse publicity bound to be generated by prosecution and the comments some of the more sensationalist press would make.

  “Jessica will accept the punishment decided upon by the Doms who were involved here, and I believe that Prometheus has a novel idea for that,” the psychiatrist said.
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  All the Doms looked at Prometheus, who just smiled and waited for the psychiatrist to finish. Eric wondered what he had up his sleeve.

  “There is the matter of mitigating circumstances, and again, I have Jessica’s permission to reveal the following to you, which came out in my discussions with her.” He went on to say, “She was mentally abused as a child. She had always been told she was fat, ugly, and unwanted. This caused her to react by overeating. She became the fat, ugly girl her mother had called her, and consequently, she was bullied at school. It was not until she left school and took a job that she managed to pull herself out the spiral. Unfortunately, she overreacted and became obsessed by weight gain. She was needy and sought attention wherever she could get it. She needed the attention to feel worthy.”

  Here there were some snorts of derision from some of the Doms, who clearly did not believe in any such thing, and when he had finished it was plain to Eric that for most of the Doms, what he had said had made no difference at all. He heard a growl from Torquil.

  “That is no excuse for inflicting the same on someone else who she did not even know and had not hurt her.”

  The psychiatrist sat down and waited for Prometheus’s solution. Eric was keen to hear it, too, as he wanted Jessica out of the way of his Emma.

  “I introduced you all to Master Rhys before. He is a recently trained Dom, and he lives in Cardiff. He is willing as a personal favour to me to take Jessica in hand. He wants a slave to complete his triad and is willing to train her. I should tell you that he in his turn was trained by my friend Master Llewellyn.”

  There was some laughter at that, and the Doms obviously knew who and what Master Llewellyn was. Eric certainly knew him by reputation. Jessica was in for it all right.

  “In case you were wondering,” he said to the psychiatrist, “he is a very strict Dom with a fearsome reputation, and he will be overseeing Jessica’s training. I am sure she will not be reoffending, as she will have more than enough on her plate. As for attention, she will get more of that than she wants. However, it is take it or leave it. She accepts, moves to Cardiff, and is trained as Master Rhys’s slave or we prosecute,” Prometheus said.

  Eric knew that Prometheus did not want to do that, but neither Jessica nor the psychiatrist knew that. The psychiatrist left and after about ten minutes he returned a very chastened Jessica with him. The terms were explained to her, and the documents prepared by the lawyer, in case she had any idea of going back on the agreement, were read to her and signed by her and witnessed.

  “Master Rhys will take you home to pack. You leave today. Anything that cannot be packed today will be sent on to you. I understand your flat is rented, and the club will deal with the notice to the landlord. We all hope you will take this chance to make a new life as you will not be offered another one. Do you accept what I have just said and agree to abide by the conditions and undertake not to return here? I will be keeping your signed agreement under lock and key and I will use it if you do not.”

  “Yes, I accept that what I did was wrong, and I will not come back here or try to contact the members of the club. I will abide by the conditions you have set out.” Jessica looked cowed and subdued now as she left with Master Rhys. They were all glad to see her go.

  Eric was delighted it was all sorted. Now he could pursue Emma in earnest.

  Chapter Twenty

  Eric helped Emma into the car and closed the door after she put on her seat belt. He drove them to her house and said, “I’d like to stay tonight if that is all right with you, kitten?”

  She smiled up at him, her nose wrinkling in the way he loved, and he gently kissed the tip.

  “I’d like that, too.”

  They ate sandwiches and drank a glass of chilled white wine, and then she went upstairs to take a bath. He followed her but went into the bedroom where she heard him moving around. She got into the bath, and soon he was there to soap her back and help wash her all over in the process, getting her as aroused as he could. When she got out she needed his help, as her legs were wobbly, and he smiled. His strategy was working. He wrapped her in her bath robe and made the situation more acute by helping to dry her, patting and stroking her in all the places he knew she’d enjoy.

  He had a quick shower and wrapped a towel around his middle. As she finished off drying herself, he went back into the bedroom. She placed one foot on the stool to dry her feet and jumped and squeaked as one strong hand held her by the hip and two long, strong fingers began to stroke in and out of her cunt, twisting and scissoring and driving her demented. He bent her over and placed her hands on the stool and continued to pump his fingers in and out. She was wet and still tight, but he would take it slowly.

  “I intend to take you tonight and make it so special you will never forget this night as long as you live.”

  He helped her to stand upright and took off her robe, leading her into the bedroom. The covers were off the bed, and scented candles were lighted around the room. He had strewn rose petals over the bed, and he was content as she turned to him with tears in her eyes and she breathed, “Oh, Master Eric!”

  He kissed her gently at first but with increasing ardour as she pressed herself closer to him. Her breasts with their tight, pink-tipped nipples were squashed against his chest, and they felt so good. She moved one firm thigh between his legs and pressed against his balls. She was going to kill him. He’d never last at this rate, and he did not want to come prematurely. Not tonight.

  She seemed to sense he was keyed up, slid down out of his embrace, looked up at him, and asked, “May I, Master Eric?”

  At his growled consent, she took his swollen and painful erection in her hands. She passed her tongue over the purple head and savoured the taste of his pre-cum. She licked and nibbled the tip, exploring it, inserting her tongue into his slit and humming in pleasure. Her humming against his cock drove him wild, and he fought to keep still, letting her play a while. Then she sucked the head into her mouth and as much of his huge cock as she could manage, wrapping her hands around the rest and began to drive him higher. She licked and sucked and nibbled, and then her hands left his cock and she cupped his balls, rolling his sac in her fingers. He loved the feeling as his balls moved under her hands. He felt them tighten. He grew still, and then a stream of hot, salty fluid splashed over her tongue and down her throat as she swallowed. His hands gripped her shoulders as he came.

  “God, kitten. I love you,” he said.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Had she really heard what she thought she had? Best say nothing, as it was probably just the aftereffects of the blow job, which he’d obviously enjoyed.

  He laid them down on the bed, positioning himself on top of her, and his strong thighs parted hers, then he kissed her long and deeply. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands explored her breasts. She could not get enough of him. She had never felt this way with anyone before, and that was the reason she was a virgin. She had been holding out for her hero, a man who would show her pleasure and allow her to give him back as much as he gave to her. Could this be the one? The one who would not want to control everything, but would take what she gave him in the spirit in which it was offered. He had held still for the blow job and not stopped her halfway as she had feared he might. He must have been bursting to get inside her, to judge from his erection, but he let her have her way. He abdicated the power to her.

  He caressed each tender nipple then flicked his fingers over them, and they responded, standing erect and firm to his touch. He lowered his mouth to one then the other and licked and kissed and nibbled his way around each nipple, finally sucking them into his mouth one by one and suckling hard. She arched her back, and her cunt leaked moisture. She parted her legs even more as she wordlessly offered herself to him.

  He pressed two fingers inside her and curled them. He stroked her G-spot, and she moaned. She had never ever felt a feeling like it. She never wanted him to stop, but his cock was erect and hot as he slipped the condom ov
er it and guided it into her cunt. She knew she was tight in spite of his finger-fucking so he went slowly. He was all consideration for her, and she glowed. It must be a bloody difficult thing to do. His instinct would be to push into her and fuck her senseless, but she knew he did not want to hurt her, and when he met a resistance he slowed and stopped. She winced even though she had expected it to be painful. He had warned her that he was big and she was tight, and she might experience some fleeting discomfort. She hoped he had not felt her wince, and she lay still, waiting.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  He had had the most difficult time of his life trying to go slowly. He took his time with her to ease her into it. He had finger-fucked her several times now, so she ought to be stretched, but when he slipped the head of his throbbing cock into her, he found she was tighter than he expected. She had thrashed and moaned, even sobbed as he had rubbed his fingers over her G-spot. He had loved the abandoned way she had responded to his stimulation, and he kept it up as long as he could. She arched her back, threw back her head, and called out to him. Her hands fisted in the sheets, and she thrashed her head from side to side. He had never enjoyed giving a woman pleasure as much as he did her. She was so responsive and so abandoned in her pleasure. She never hesitated to let him see how much his loving pleased her. By the time he withdrew his fingers she had been sopping wet and, he judged, ready for more.

  He had never fucked a virgin before, and although he knew in theory what to expect, with his cock hard and her moaning under him it was hard to think at all, let alone go slowly. He had found it very difficult to control himself. He wanted nothing more than to ram his cock home and piston in and out of her, but he could not do that to her. He loved her too much to ruin it. Loved her? Did he? He had said so, but she had not responded, though she must have heard him.