Learning to Live with Her Master [Prometheus in Chains 4] (Siren Publishing Classic) (8 page)

He’d made her wait until she was writhing and begging for completion. Then he’d rubbed her clit and brought her to another glorious climax which started as tingles in all her extremities then travelled along the nerve endings to her pussy. The muscles of her pussy had spasmed and squeezed his cock, and he’d come hard and forcefully inside her. Then he’d collapsed by her side and cuddled her close in his arms, kissing her hair and her face.

“I must bring you roses more often if you thank me so very nicely,” he said, and he’d chuckled.

Jane was uneasy to say the least. The playroom had been declared out of bounds, and Master Angus was planning something. He looked devious and smiled in an odd way when he looked at her. Parcels had arrived and been swept away to the playroom, and Master Angus and his two nephews had been in huddles, whispering to each other on many occasions. Fiona had told Jane she shared Jane’s trepidation. She didn’t know what they were plotting, either.

At last the day dawned. The better weather was welcome, and the last-minute preparations were complete. Flags were everywhere, and the food set out under covers in the kitchen. Subs had been told to wear red, white, and blue, and great pains had been taken over costumes that Jane suspected would not long remain in place. Guests began to arrive, and drinks were offered. As in the club, most were nonalcoholic. That was another indication of what was to come.

She thought Master Angus looked magnificent in full Highland dress as did Masters Ruari and Alexander. The other Doms had opted mostly for tight black trousers and either colourful T-shirts in the red, white, and blue or silk shirts in the same colours. Everyone was in a festive mood as they chatted and laughed. Mistress Catriona had decked her blond Angel in a thong onto which she had tied knots of red, white, and blue ribbons, leaving long ends trailing. His long blond hair, was, as usual, tied at the back of his neck but this time with red, white, and blue ribbons and not the strip of leather he usually affected. He looked superb, but Jane would bet he was uneasy with all those ribbons on him and suspected that was precisely what Mistress Catriona wanted.

Most of the subs were in teddies in the requisite colours. Even the plants around the terrace were covered in flowers of red, white, and blue. Jane’s toe and fingernails were decorated with Union Jacks, too.

Master Angus called for their attention, and there was an air of supressed excitement.

“I have a game for us to play this afternoon before we eat. It’s called ‘Hunt the Sub.’”

At last she knew what it was all about, well not all, but when she looked at the other subs she saw only trepidation in their eyes as they gazed at one another. They all looked enquiringly at her, and she shook her head as she did not know the rules either, but she knew he’d been planning this for weeks. He began to explain.

“We will have three rounds. I think that will be enough, but we can do more if we all enjoy it.”

Groans from the subs and the sounds of palms connecting with rear ends greeted this remark.

“There will be a count of thirty and subs will hide while all the Doms will face the house and close their eyes. The Doms will come to find their own subs, and as soon as they do, they return to the recliner to torment the sub until all are found…Obviously the last to be found gets least torment. Now I have some handicaps to be worn for round two.”

He picked up a large box containing other smaller boxes and handed one to each Dom. Inside were beautiful nipple clamps with bells on, and there were darkling looks from the subs. Then he said, “Subs are forbidden to touch the bells to stop them sounding. It is ten smacks for a first offence with the implement of the Dom’s choice, fifteen for a second…Need I go on? A sub can score a bonus to escape a spanking later if she or he can get back to the recliners without being caught by their Dom. If a sub is found out of hiding by his or her Dom, the punishment is up to the Dom. No one is to go outside the ring of white stones.”

There was a groan at that as there were lots of convenient clumps of bushes just outside the ring. Jane had often wondered why he had that ring of stones painted white, but he never would tell her nor would he tell her much about “Hunt the Sub,” and now she could see why.

“Let’s try and see how it works. Masters, we will go just inside the French windows as I have a couple of things to explain.” The Doms went in, Master Angus calling, “One” as he went, and the subs took off to hide. Jane hid behind a rhododendron bush.

Soon she heard a guffaw of laughter, and the Doms came out and began to search.

“Jenny Wren, where are you?” called Master Prometheus.

“Here kitty, kitty,” called Master Eric.

“Come out, come out wherever you are,” called Master Alexander, and they all began to beat at the bushes and look behind the huge trees.

Jane was the first to be caught as she could not bend well to hide. Master Angus took her off to his recliner, stripped off her teddy, and began to nuzzle her breasts, driving her wild with his suckling and tweaking. Then his strong fingers entered her slick pussy and began to twist and scissor as he pumped them in and out, and she moaned and writhed in his arms. She began to think that the game was not so bad after all.

Master Eric’s recliner was as far removed from the one she occupied with her Master as was possible. Jane could only be thankful that Master Angus had been so considerate of her feelings. It was enough that Emma was at the party. It would have spoiled it for them both had they been close and able to hear each other. Jane shuddered at the thought.

Jane smiled as Mistress Catriona found her blond Angel and brought him back to the recliner to make love to her.

Jane would never have believed she could be so content to be with so many people having public sex. She could hear and see them, and none of them seemed to mind or pay particular attention to her and Master Angus who continued to stroke and caress her. She thought he, too, must be enjoying the sounds, smells, and sights and wondered at the voyeur in them both.

There was a cry of, “Got you,” and Master Torquil and Master Rafael came out of the bushes leading Gemma and Gloria by the ears, swatting at their backsides as they walked with a couple of whippy switches they had taken from one of the trees.

She smiled as she knew both her friends had got the Dom they wanted. Jane smiled and relaxed against her Master, forgetting there were to be other rounds, until she jumped and squeaked as he said, “Well, it’s time for round two and the nipple clamps.”

Jane and all the other subs found their breasts suckled until the nipples were tight, then the clamps attached, and the bells swung free and chimed as they moved. They were going to have to keep very still indeed, and Jane knew she would find it difficult. Master Angus had one more surprise that the Doms knew about but the subs did not. She supposed that had been the cause of the guffaw of laughter at the beginning of round one. He brought out a box from the fridge and offered each Dom and Domme a cleverly carved gingerroot. Jane’s eyes grew round as she looked at what was to be inserted in her rear end. She and all the other subs were bent over and the root inserted. At first she thought it was not so bad and wondered what all the fuss and laughter had been about. The count began, bells chimed and rang out as, with the other subs, Jane hurried to find a hiding place. As she crouched under a bush clenching her muscles, the gingerroot began to burn and sting, and now she knew what had made the Doms laugh. It was just not bloody fair. It was more than she, and she’d bet most of them, could do to keep still. “Oh, ah it burns,” she groaned out in a whisper, and the bells rang as she strove to keep still but lost the battle. As it so often was it was just not fair. The bloody Doms held all the cards. She’d bet none of
them
had ever had gingerroot thrust up their rear end.

The Masters worked as a team, and when one suspected a sub was in a clump of bushes, they would all surround the clump until the unfortunate sub was claimed by her particular Dom. In fact the first to be found was Mistress Catriona’s Angel then Jane, and one by one the other subs were caught and the root removed, and they were treated to the ice lollipop on a stick. Jane now knew what Master Angus had been up to in the playroom, when he’d forbidden her to go in there, and said as much as slowly he fucked her rear hole with the cooling ice. It was such a relief after the gingerroot. As soon as the ice had melted, round three was announced, and Jane groaned in sympathy with the others as remote controls were handed to their Masters.

“The remote controls only work with one vibrator, and your Master or Mistress has it. Now go and hide, and this time anywhere in the garden is fine.”

Looking puzzled, Jane and the others departed, fanning out over the whole garden just as she assumed he had intended they would. Then, she saw from her hiding place the Doms collect a blanket and condoms and go to hunt their sub. Master Angus soon found Jane and took her hand, leading her to a place under the beech trees. He spread the blanket on the ground.

“On your knees, Jane,” he ground out, and she hurried to obey. Then he knelt behind her, settled himself between her thighs, leaned over her, and took her breasts in his hands playing with the clamps and the bells as slowly he entered her. He pushed his cock into her inch by delicious inch and proceeded to fuck her thoroughly in the position they both preferred. He pushed slowly in and out at first.

“Please, Master, I need more.” She gasped, and he obliged, pumping in and out as she panted and moaned his name. He leaned over her and kissed and nibbled and sucked his way up her back until he arrived at her neck. He took her hair in his fist and used it to hold her as, wild with desire, she screamed. He stroked over her G-spot with his thick, stiff cock. Then he rubbed hard and fast at her clit, took it in his strong grasp, and pressing hard, he squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger. She shivered and shook in his grasp as tingles raced up and down her limbs and she came screaming his name. His hips bucked, and he fucked her hard and fast, then he stilled and finally took his release. Hot semen pumped into her pussy. He let go of her, and she collapsed onto the blanket, rolling into a ball and gasping for breath, with his cock still inside her as she loved it to be. He held her in his arms, kissing her neck, stroking her back, her hair, her arms. They remained like that for a long while until his cock softened, and he withdrew from her.

As they had lain there in the twilight, they had heard the sounds of all the others. The wet slaps as cocks pumped in and out of cunts, the moans and screams of the subs begging for release, the occasional “Be still!” and the grunts and shouts of the Doms on reaching their orgasms. Eventually there was silence as all had reached their climaxes and, sated, rested on the blankets, indulging in tender kisses and sweet aftercare. The game had been a huge success, and she thought he had been right not to reveal the details to anyone, even her. Even the anticipation would not have compensated for the surprises that had been in store for all the subs. She hoped they felt as lucky as she did.

One by one the couples and the triad got up and returned to the recliners. All the used condoms and other detritus were placed in the bins and they went indoors to wash their hands. They all realised they really were ravenous, and they did more than justice to the delicious buffet that Jane and her helpers had prepared. There was a glass of cold champagne to toast the Jubilee, then they took their coffee and little red-, white-, and blue-iced cakes and slices of the larger Union Jack cake into the living room and sat about chatting until it was time to go home. All agreed the party had been a success and “Hunt the Sub” was to be repeated with more devilish ways to torment the subs to be considered by the Masters. The subs were quiet. They had little to complain about, having been thoroughly fucked several times. None had really liked the gingerroot but the iced lollipops afterwards were heaven. The Doms, too, were taken with them, and more than one sub was to feel them in the future, Jane was sure.

One day at the beginning of August, Prometheus addressed the Doms at their usual meeting.

“I am delighted to say that Eric’s plan to catch Gordon and his friend, Jackson, has worked. Gordon, having been declared unfit to plead, is to be confined in a secure mental facility. His friend, Jackson, will get a prison sentence. Fiona will not have to appear in court as Jackson has pleaded guilty in order to ensure a shorter prison term. I am sure we are all very relieved,” Prometheus said. As they were finishing off, the phone rang. It was security announcing a visitor. They were all astonished when Master Rhys walked into the room and announced, “jessica has run away from us and we believe she is heading this way!”

At first there was consternation, but then they settled down and began to think it through. They’d put new security measures in place, and they would make sure she did not get in. All security staff had a photo of her, so she would not get past them, and the club was secure. They went on to finish the plans for Prometheus in Chains’s fifth anniversary party on August sixth.

The day of the party two of the catering staff called in sick, which left them very short.

“We can’t manage with so few people, so what can we do at such short notice?” Prometheus asked. He wasn’t happy, and the catering manager didn’t look as if she were enjoying the conversation either.

“There is the catering staff agency we usually use, Sir. Their staff are vetted, but we won’t get the very best on such short notice,” the catering manager said.