Free de Lune, Clair - Initiation [Prometheus in Chains 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Clair de Lune

flattered her mature figure and fit like a glove, as if it had been designed for her. She wondered who had made it. She didn‘t ask him as she didn‘t want him to think she was trying to find out how much it had cost. She knew it was expensive. “Curvy Woman” did not make cheap clothes.

Chapter Eleven

    Jessica arrived, brought by Master Torquil. Jane spent an uneventful, if not too comfortable evening, during which she sat with Gloria or Gemma as sometimes one or the other would be taken off to do a scene with a Dom. Jessica sat in the same area, looking down and saying nothing. Master Torquil had told her as he sat her down, “Keep this baby monitor with you and turned on.” His was hanging by a cord around his neck. “If I hear one nasty or spiteful comment out of your mouth or this monitor gets ‘accidentally’ turned off, there will be painful consequences.”
    Jane thought, devious bastard. And Master Torquil looked hard at her…She had not said it out loud, had she? Obviously not, as he said nothing and would not have let that go. She must be more careful. Jessica looked down as she said, “Yes, Master Torquil.”
    Some of the Doms came to chat with the subs. Mistress Catriona came for her blonde sub and stayed to chat a while, too. Jane wondered why Master Angus did not come and claim her, for now she had her results there was no reason he shouldn’t. She tried to be positive and chatted brightly with a smile pinned to her face, trying not to think. Suddenly a large hand took her by the back of the neck.
    “I swapped my duties and did a double stint, so now I have finished and we can go. Come on!” He hurried her out of the club and into his car. He had not noticed the scarf, she thought and was relieved. He put out a hand and removed the scarf.
    “I did not mind so much in there,” he said, “but now I want to see what’s mine.” She should have known that it would not escape his notice. He ran his tongue over her nipples and then returned to nip with his teeth and suckled hard. Her legs gave way and he chuckled. He helped her into the car, saying in a gruff voice, “If we don’t get out of here I shall take you now in the car park.” He got in and set off. She did not recognize the route they took, but it was not the way to her house. Soon they were on the outskirts of the city, and as traffic was light it had not taken them long. He turned into a long drive, parked the car, and helped her out. As they walked to the house, he said, “This is my home. I did not want to take you for the first time in the club, or in public, or anywhere but here.” She was glad to hear that but wondered if he meant that later he would take her in public, not something she was looking forward to, but suspected she’d have little choice as that would not be one of the things he would open for discussion. He opened the door and, strangely, went in before her. Then he turned, held out his hand to her, and said, “ Céad míle fáilte. That means ‘a hundred thousand welcomes’ in Gaelic.”
    She had had a glimpse of a stone-built house as the security light had come on and now took a quick look around as she stepped into the hall. The lower floor was split in two by the hall. To the left, she could see double doors open to reveal a kitchen and dining area. To the right, similar double doors revealed a room to relax in. Facing her was a beautiful staircase in dark oak, carpeted in dark caramel. Master Angus was in no mood to give her the tour of the house as he took her hand and pulled her up the stairs. There were two doors to the left of the stairs and two to the right. He turned left and went into his own bedroom. She was stunned by the size and the beautiful craftsmen-made furniture all in light oak. There was a huge picture window which she suspected would look out over the hills but now it was dark outside and the heavy curtains closed. Two doors in the room led to a walk-in wardrobe with shelves and