Free Learning to Live with Her Master [Prometheus in Chains 4] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Clair de Lune Page A

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.

Chapter Seventeen
     
    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.
    “I don’t like it, but we seem to have no choice. We’ve used them in the past, and all was well?” he asked.
    “Yes, Sir. We have used them on a couple of occasions, and I kept the staff they supplied in the kitchens away from the main club room. I will do the same this time. Perhaps it is time to investigate the possibility of having backup staff on retainers for such emergencies?”
    “Maybe, but even better would be if we could persuade some of the Doms to loan us their subs in such emergencies. I’ll bring it up at the next meeting. There must be some subs used to catering or waiting on tables.”
    They left it at that, and in spite of his unease, Prometheus got on with the last-minute preparations. He had a well-trained and well-paid staff who knew their jobs and usually needed no input from him. He trusted them to do what they were paid to do. However, as usual when he was uneasy, he went on a walkabout in the club. Now he left his office and went out to the car park and looked about. Prometheus in Chains was a mansion in its own grounds, surrounded by a high stone wall. That was capped now with razor wire, and the only entrance was through the wrought-iron gates which were closed at this hour.
    All looked quiet enough, and he knew that Master Eric’s staff would be manning the CCTV screens in his hideaway.
    He just