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

by Clair de Lune

  He felt a resistance and slowed. He bent his head to her mouth and kissed her deeply, lighting a fire in her veins. He knew from her response as she arched her back and responded to his kiss. His mouth left hers, and he took one rosy-tipped nipple between his lips and suckled gently then more firmly. He moved to the other, and when she began to thrash her head from side to side, he suckled hard. At the same time, he thrust with his hips, sinking his cock firmly into her. He felt her wince and try not to let him see it, and she did not cry out. He was proud of his brave little kitten and held still for a while. He had told her what to expect and what he intended to do. He knew she would realise it would only hurt for a while, so he held still, and when he felt her relax her muscles, he asked, “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, it has passed now, Master Eric.”

  So he got on with loving her, still not fucking her as hard and as fast as he intended to in the near future. Nevertheless, he brought her to a fierce orgasm with his fingers, pinching her clit as he suckled one breast and pumped in and out of her hot, wet pussy.

  As her muscles contracted about his cock, he pumped his seed into her. She did not want him to withdraw, and she wrapped her legs around him, but he released himself and went to dispose of the condom and fetch a warm, wet cloth to clean her up. She’d be sore in the morning because of his size, but she’d soon grow used to it. He got into bed beside her and settled her with her head on his shoulder and nestled into his side. She made the humming, purring noise he loved. She was his little kitten and he’d never ever let her go.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  It seemed that no sooner had Jessica been removed than Emma’s friend, Fiona, was in trouble and needing his help. Her violent ex-boyfriend was pursuing her. He enlisted Jack and they began to investigate. Fiona was friendly with the twin nephews of Master Angus. They had come down to Sheffield, from Scotland, a week ago. They were close to Angus but had not heard from him for a while, and began to be worried. When they had heard he had met someone, they decided to leave their business and come down to see for themselves. They went to Prometheus in Chains, where they met Fiona. She was a friend of Emma’s from their university days. Fiona was running from her violent ex-boyfriend, but she had not been able to resist stopping off to catch up with Emma, who she had not seen for years. Fiona was certain the ex-boyfriend was following her closely. The two young men had seen her in the club and fallen for her. They persuaded her to stay, and promised to help her sort the problem out.

  They all met at Angus’s house to discuss the situation, and as Fiona was really worried, they decided to play for a while to try and get her to relax. The weather was so pleasant, and the research was not going to start until the evening in the club.

  Angus’s garden had a large, flat lawn on one side, so they played badminton and croquet. Of course being Doms they could not just play a straight game. For every point lost, an article of clothing was removed. Since the women were playing against the three large men it was no surprise to anyone who lost most clothing. Emma, playing against one Dom, was soon down to her underwear, but Fiona against two lost all her clothes and her temper very shortly. She told them what she thought in no uncertain terms while Emma watched in openmouthed astonishment that she could speak to two Doms like that. She was therefore not concentrating, and meanwhile, Master Eric scored another point and said, “Okay, knickers off this time.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Emma was annoyed and could not resist saying, “No, that’s not fair, I was not ready to play. I was watching Fiona. I won’t take them off.” She stamped her foot.

  “Okay, slave position now!”

  Hearing that tone, Emma could not help but obey, and she fell to her knees and assumed the position. The Doms discussed their punishment.

  “What punishment, and why the hell are we being punished?” groused Emma, still pissed off with the situation. She was hot from the game and frustrated, as she had not been able to score any points at all. It was all so bloody unfair.

  Eric said, “Keep right on swearing and arguing, and see how much worse it gets!”

  This was greeted with silence from both girls, and soon they found themselves in a contest to see which of them would halve their erotic torture. Emma won, but only just. She would have half an hour and Fiona would have one hour. First Eric inserted Ben Wa balls into her cunt and told her not to lose them. She grunted and humphed as she tried to walk and keep them in. Then the balls began to move, and the sensation was incredible. She had not wanted them in, but when he took them out she groused, and he laughed. Drat him.

  Folded towels were spread over the picnic tables so the girls would not get hurt on the wood, and they leaned over and had their hands secured to rings set on the legs.

  Emma wondered what sort of picnic tables had rings for bondage, but then all power of thought left her as Eric began her half hour of erotic torment. He opened her labia with one strong hand and licked and sucked her clit into his mouth. Then he proceeded to lick his way up one side of her clit and down the other, never directly over her clit, although she lifted her hips, wriggling and squirming and trying to get his tongue where she wanted it. She was not going to survive a half hour, and if she could have thought, she would have felt sorry for her friend, but she could think of nothing but her own predicament.

  “Oh please, oh please, Master Eric,” she begged, and she got a couple of swats on her bottom for her pains and a wicked chuckle.

  “Naughty little girls have to pay the price and wait for their pleasure,” he said. He was enjoying this so much, and she was going to kill him.

  Alexander said something about seeing what his uncle had in the playroom. He soon came back, and then Eric’s mouth was replaced by a glass dildo that had been in the fridge, and the cold glass fucking her cunt was amazing. The cold at first was extreme and she did not like it at all. She rose on tiptoe, trying in vain to avoid it. She was tethered. There was no escape. She screamed at him to stop. It was too cold, but the bugger just chuckled and kept on fucking her with it. The dildo gradually warmed up as it was pushed in and out, slowly at first then with increasing speed. Emma heard Fiona moan, and that increased her arousal as she herself panted and moaned and tried to squirm away from the cold dildo. Eric held her firmly. He left the dildo inside her and told her not to let it fall out. Then he kissed and licked his way from her bottom, over her back, and up to her neck. She was hot, in spite of the cold dildo, and panting to come, moaning and begging for release although he returned to fuck the dildo in and out and over her G-spot. He brought her close but never let her go over the edge, leaving her panting and moaning. She was going to kill him for this when he let her get up.

  “Oh, God, oh, please, Master Eric. Please make me come. I can’t stand any more.”

  But still he did not let her come. He kept up the erotic torture for the full half hour, and then he reached around and fondled her pussy. She squirmed and moaned, and he rubbed his large thumb over her clit until at last she felt the tingles in her fingers and toes. A wave of pleasure, the like of which she’d never felt before, swelled and swelled until it swept her away and she screamed his name. She saw him smile as he continued to watch her, and he stimulated her clit, pinching the little pearl between thumb and forefinger until she rode out another deep orgasm. Then he released her and held her against his chest and petted her, rubbing her back in small circles, kissing and nibbling at her neck. He was well aware that she loved the aftercare, and he was always careful to prolong it, and she loved him for it.

  She could hardly walk, and she was glad he was there to help her indoors and upstairs to the bathroom. She sat on a stool and watched as, with a smug smile on his face, he ran a bath and shook lavender crystals into the hot water. Then he helped her into the bath and bathed her gently, paying careful attention to her breasts and pussy. When he finished bathing her he helped her out of the bath and dried her off. He took her back downstairs and settled her on the sofa.

 
“Drink this cup of tea, kitten. You need the fluids,” he said, handing her a steaming cup of tea, with two of her favourite chocolate, digestive biscuits.

  He sat beside her on the sofa, with his own cup of tea in his hand. He put his other arm around her shoulders. As they slowly sipped the hot tea, his hand caressed her nape, his fingers tangling in her hair.

  “You are so beautiful, my little kitten,” he murmured in her ear. “You were wonderful out there in the garden. Did you enjoy your erotic torture?”

  She squirmed in embarrassment. She had been so wet, and she had begged for her release.

  “Well maybe next time you will lose and get the full hour, like Fiona.”

  She looked at him then and saw he was smiling. He had made her come like she had never imagined anyone could. He could call it torture if he wanted, but if that was torture, she’d be happy to undergo another session any time he liked.

  “Yes, Master Eric. I did enjoy it. I am ready to be a bad girl again, very soon, if that’s the way you punish me!”

  He chuckled and kissed her ear. Had she really said that? She had thought it, but had not really intended to say it out loud. She risked stealing a glance at him, out of the corner of her eye. She met his gaze and he relieved her of her empty cup. He took her in his arms and said, “For you, my little kitten, I am ready to repeat the torture at any time.”

  He sat and cuddled her close to him until Fiona and her two Doms finally joined them. The girls sat quietly and watched three smug Doms make lunch. Emma felt she could get used to this.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Eric got a phone call, collected Emma, and took her to the hospital. She was devastated to hear about her grandma, and he drove her to the hospital and waited as she talked to Angus first. Then he held her hand as she talked to her grandma. He could see how worried she was, but looking at Jane, he thought she was very happy for someone who had just survived a car crash. He looked at Angus and saw he, too, looked happy.

  Strange, he thought.

  He looked at Angus and raised his brows. Angus took him on one side and explained.

  “I don’t know if you remember that sub, Julia. She was always coming into the club and pestering me to take her on as my sub. She is a spoilt, rich girl, and the only reason that she wanted me was because I would not have her. She used to turn up from time to time, when she was bored and had no current lover. She phoned the house several times and hung up when Jane answered, so Julia knew I had a woman in the house. She did not know who Jane was, but that did not put her off. She turned up at the house and threw herself at me. I caught her, as an automatic reflex, but Jane had seen and heard it all. She misunderstood, then she left, in a hurry, and had the accident.”

  “As you are both looking so happy, I take it all has been sorted out?” Eric grinned as he said it.

  “Oh, yes. We have sorted it out now. I am just glad she was not badly hurt. She has a spanking in her future, when she has recovered. She is looking forward to it, so she says.” His face was wreathed in smiles as he looked at Jane.

  Emma would have stayed all the rest of the day, but Jane needed to rest and Eric insisted she leave her grandmother, promising to bring her back for the next visiting hour.

  It was a few days before Jane was sent home, and he and Emma were waiting for her with a hot meal. His Emma had cooked quite a few meals and left them in the freezer. She told him her grandma was not big on bought-in food, so he helped her with the preparations. He and Emma either called or visited every day to help with meals and such. Angus had a very pleasant cleaning lady who did more than her fair share, and Eric took her on one side to see if she’d be willing to help out when he and Emma settled down. Mrs Jones was delighted to have another reliable couple to work for. She was fond of Angus and now of Jane. She gave Eric her telephone number, and he promised to get in touch. His plans were going well so far.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Once Jane was well on the mend, Eric got a call from Angus to invite him and Emma to a party on the occasion of the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee, one of many parties that were taking place all over the nation. He was happy to accept but did wonder how it was all going to work out. He knew that Angus was planning fun and games, as he would not be able to so indulge himself at his wedding. Emma plus her grandmother plus BDSM games did not seem to be a good idea. Angus had been very pragmatic.

  “They will have to get used to it, living so close and being members of the same club. I really think that’s not what bothers Jane most. That son of hers is very shrewd, and she is worried he will find out, and then the fur will fly!”

  Eric could see his point but still wondered how it would all work out.

  In the event, he found it all went smoothly due to Angus’s planning. He only had the one game for them, but it was a really good one. The game was called “Hunt the Sub” and all the Doms enjoyed it, but the subs had mixed feelings about the gingerroot. Emma was not amused and even less when he had laughed at her. The refreshments provided by Jane and her friends had been a great success, and the weather that had started off miserable had turned out very fine and warm. He had enjoyed a very relaxing afternoon and evening in the company of all his friends. Neither Emma nor Jane were embarrassed. It was just the sort of event he enjoyed and Angus excelled at. He hoped he could organise something similar when he and Emma…but he had not asked yet, so best not get carried away with wishing.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Emma was hard at work on the new collection of underwear. Angus had given her clear instructions. She was to design a range of underwear, mainly bras and knickers. He said that her grandma had not been able to buy the prettiest colours and the nicest fabrics in her size, so he wanted the collection to reflect that. In her case now, it did not matter, as she could have any colour or design she chose, and he had smiled wickedly. Emma had blushed, thinking to herself.

  I bet he doesn’t let her wear knickers. Oh, that was too much information!

  She knew enough about Doms and their little kinks now to guess that, but she had better not mention it to her grandma!

  She had said what Angus proposed would be costly, but he said he made enough money and would be happy if it made a small profit. He had told her no pink, white, or black then left it to her.

  “Just design what your grandma would like, and it will be fine. I am going to convince her to model the new collection.”

  Emma had laughed out loud at that. She knew her grandma would not want to do it, but she also knew that if anyone could convince her to do it, it would be Angus.

  She looked at the samples of fabric she had obtained and then her sketches. She wanted both bras and knickers to be comfortable to wear all day but also sexy and attractive. She had chosen bright jewel colours and some patterns, but none with little flowers as was the accepted mode for this sort of range.

  She set to work and got some sketches done and the fabrics and swatches pinned on them. The silks and satins she had chosen felt soft and delicate in her hands. The lace and ribbon trims and the bows and decorative buttons were chosen to match.

  Now she needed to make some up. Usually she’d make up one or two in a size that fit one of their models, so that at the management meeting to decide if to proceed or not, the girl could model for them. In this case, none of their usual models were in the size range she’d been given, so she made up half a dozen in her grandma’s size.

  When they were completed, she took them to Angus, who was delighted. He looked at the size and grinned.

  “Well, she will have to do the modelling. She was a little reluctant when I spoke to her about it, but this meeting will be a good time for her to start as there will only be a few people present.”

  Later Emma always wondered just how he had “persuaded” her grandma to model the underwear, and then she decided she really did not want to know, but Jane did it. Emma thought that perhaps as they were her designs her grandma had resisted less. In any event she came, showed off all
the made-up clothes, and was a great success. Emma watched Angus. He was pleased. His eyes lit up when they rested on his wife to be, and they heated when she appeared in the scanty and colourful underwear. The first set was in deep buttercup-yellow lace, and when she came through the door resplendent in the half-cup bra and thong, the contrast with her creamy skin was superb and all Emma could have wished for. Emma looked back at Angus, who had coughed and adjusted his position in his chair, and Emma could feel the sexual tension between him and Jane and looked away. She felt she was invading their privacy. She noticed the other men in the room, who exchanged smiles of complicity as they registered the effect on Angus.

  “How about ties on the sides of the thongs?” Angus asked in a strangled voice, not like his usual, clipped, business tones.

  It was agreed to go into production, although there were some dissenting voices, as Emma had known there would be, when the prices were proposed.

  Angus explained his objectives and refused to compromise on quality. He was of the opinion that, once the word got about, they would have more than enough business to compensate. When the women looked at this range online it was a certainty they’d look at other lines, too.

  One by one the dissenters were convinced, or thought better of further opposition, and the range was launched. Emma was as delighted as Angus by the reception it got and by the sales figures in the first week.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  They had all had a good meal. The speeches were over and some entertainment had been offered, and there was more to come. The fifth anniversary celebrations had gone well. They were all relieved that Fiona’s violent ex-boyfriend, Gordon, had been caught. He had tried to throw acid over her, but he had tripped and it had fallen mostly on the car, so, although he had managed to hurt her once again, the damage had not been as bad as he had intended. Alexander and Ruari, Angus’s nephews, with the help of Eric and Jack, had set a trap for Gordon. He had been apprehended by the police and would be spending a good few years in prison. Fiona was free to live her life. Eric knew that life would include Alexander and Ruari. He was glad it was sorted out, as Emma had been worried about her friend’s safety.