Catriona's Golden Angel [Prometheus in Chains 6] (Siren Publishing Classic) (7 page)

He escorted her to the dining area, his hand in the small of her back. He pulled out her chair, and seated her, then went to fetch the prawns, already arranged on a small china plate. She loved to feed him, so he had prepared only one plate. He had set places on two adjacent sides of the table. She smiled and, dipping one large prawn in the aioli, she offered it to him. Gazing deep into her eyes, he bit off half the prawn with his strong teeth, and left the other half to her. She dipped it in more aioli and ate it. She fed him a second, and a third, and continued until all the prawns were eaten. He stood to remove the plate and bring in the next course. The chops were done to a turn, and the sauce was delicious. The apple fritters, made with dark brown sugar, were a perfect complement to the pork. The asparagus was tender, and it and the broccoli were perfectly cooked. Both Catriona and Angel did justice to the main course. Then she said, “You’re spoiling me, Angel. Is there some ulterior motive?”

“How well you know me, Mistress,” he replied.

“Well?” she asked.

“I do want to ask you something, Mistress. We get on so well in the club and outside. I want to make it more permanent.”

“What did you have in mind, Angel?”

“I want to be with you all day, every day and all night, every night. I want you to go to sleep in my arms, and wake up beside me in the mornings! Please, Mistress, won’t you move in with me?” he asked and waited nervously for her answer. He had a lot riding on her answer, and he hoped it would be the one he longed to hear. She seemed to be considering for a long while. He looked at her, and she was smiling.

“Yes, my Angel. I will!” 

He felt such relief and overwhelming happiness. Another step toward their future had been successfully taken.

“I want to give myself to you, Mistress. To serve you feels safe, warm, and comforting. I want to be fully connected to you, to be dedicated to your pleasure and service. I am excited when I follow your rules and the protocols we have set up. They set me free to enjoy our closeness. I love the sweetness and meaning behind the rituals you set up for me. I feel that we can be a unit, together against the world.”

Catriona took his head in her hands and kissed him fully on the lips. Not a passionate, ready-to-fuck kiss, but one of great sweetness.

“Are you ready for dessert, Mistress, or would you like to postpone it until later?”

“Will it spoil, my Angel?” she asked.

“Oh, no, Mistress. It’s a matter of assembling it.”

“Well then let’s wait. What other surprises do you have for me?” she asked playfully.

He was astounded that she should have read him so easily. Then again maybe he shouldn’t have been. She’d had enough practice with her subs over the years and, if nothing else, she was the consummate professional.

“If you will come into my bedroom, Mistress?”

She followed him, and he watched her closely as he showed her the six rings attached to his bed. He saw a small smile of satisfaction light her eyes, as her little pink tongue slowly caressed her plump bottom lip. His cock swelled and grew harder! He knew what that tongue and those lips could do to him, and he couldn’t wait to have her here, living with him. First, he knew, she was planning something. 

“You’ve given me so many surprises and kept so many secrets, my Angel. You’ve planned this in secret and kept it all from your Mistress! There has to be retribution!” She smiled a long, slow smile as she said it. Angel’s cock became even harder if that was possible. “You have three minutes to bring me off, or else no orgasm for you all night,” Catriona said. Angel set to work with a will, lifting her dress out of the way, before pumping his fingers in and out of her cunt, curling them against her G-spot as he pulled them out. He set his mouth to her labia, and ran his tongue up and down her crease, not quite touching her clit. She threw her head back in delight, then he fastened his mouth on her cunt, like a limpet. Taking the hood of her clit in his teeth, he nipped her and lashed his tongue back and forth over the tiny bundle of nerves, sending her higher and higher. She clutched at his hair, and his golden mane flowed over her and tickled her pussy, as he used his talented tongue to bring her to completion. She exploded into his mouth, in a tremendous wave of release. She was a squirter, and her juices shot onto his tongue, and he swallowed them down in satisfaction. Her limbs shook, and she moaned as he continued to suckle and lash her with his tongue, until the aftershocks ceased. He led her to a comfortable chair, and placed a cushion on the floor. Then he settled on the cushion by her side, with his arms clasped about her calf, his head on one thigh, and gazed worshipfully at her. She, in her turn, bent her head and kissed him long and slowly, then released his mouth, and ran her still-trembling fingers through his glorious blond mane. She sighed in ecstasy.

Later they ate the Knickerbocker Glory he prepared. She fed him with her long spoon as they both loved to do. They decided she would move in that week. She would need a couple of days to pack her things and dispose of any furniture, books, and CDs she didn’t want to keep. He had room in his kitchen units for all her lovely china, and showed her the space he’d prepared in his bedroom for her clothes.

“You were so sure that I would say yes?” she asked playfully. “What would you have done if I’d declined to move in with you?”

“Got on my knees and begged!” he said simply. She believed him. She’d wanted to move in with him, but had wanted it to be
his
request. Now she had all she wanted and could sit back and enjoy her life as never before.

For days Catriona had been getting odd looks from some people at the club. She’d had no new clients for a while and that puzzled her. All the old faithfuls turned up, as regular as clockwork but she sensed there was something going on. She couldn’t put her finger on it but there was an atmosphere in the club and it seemed to involve her. She’d no idea why until she overheard a conversation, one evening.

“I tell you it’s true, she almost killed someone. Had them tied up and suspended, didn’t check the ties until the woman passed out, then she had no EMT shears with her, she’d forgotten the bloody things. Had it not been for Master Roger, she’d have had a death on her hands.”

“I can’t believe it’s true. She’s so careful and professional.”

“She is now, because she had a close shave, so she plays it safe now.”

Catriona was appalled. She wouldn’t tackle the sub. She didn’t trust herself. She might throttle the stupid cunt! Why this now? She loved the aesthetic of neatly tied rope. She’d always been careful not to have ties that constricted or cut off blood flow. With practice had come competence, and although she preferred the slow way in her private play, she could perform with speed and dexterity, but above all, safety, if that was what a client required.

Where had this sub got such a rumour from? Had someone confronted her, she could have refuted the allegation. She would
not
deign to question the subs. No bloody wonder there was an atmosphere. No wonder there were some funny looks coming her way and no new clients had approached her. No one wanted a rope Top who might injure them or worse.

She brought the subject up at the next weekly Doms’ meeting.

“Someone is circulating rumours about my competence. I heard that new sub, Lulu telling one of the others I almost killed a woman by neglect and incompetence. I want this sorted. I can’t do it myself.”

Llewellyn, the Dom in charge of training, had seen she was worried and had taken his concerns to Eric, who loved nothing more than to get his teeth into a problem. 

“We all know that these rumours are just that, Catriona,” Prometheus soothed.

“Well, you might, but others don’t. There are several older Dommes who hate my guts. They see me as a rival, a younger rival, and they feel threatened. I’ve had no new clients for a couple of weeks and that tells its own story. Subs are afraid I’ll bloody kill them. If this doesn’t get sorted soon I just might kill someone, starting with Lulu. What a stupid name for a grown woman.”

“I’ll get onto it, Catriona, you don’t need to do anything. Just carry on as normal,” Eric said.

“Easy for you to say. It’s not your fucking reputation we are talking about. I’ve had this prejudice before and it takes time and a lot of effort to put it right. They think there’s no smoke without fire and I’m guilty as charged. They’re only too happy to get some dirt on me!”

“Eric, we
’
ll meet here again in a couple of days. Can you have something for us by then?” Prometheus was anxious to get it all sorted.

“I’ll do my best
,
but I’m not promising anything,” Eric said.

* * * *

Eric spoke to Lulu, who turned out to be Roger’s ex-girlfriend and sub.

“Where did you get this rumour from?”

“It’s not a rumour, Sir. Master Roger told me, and he was the one who gave her the EMT shears.”

“Where and when did this incident take place?”

“He didn’t say, Sir, but he’s a member of Davy Jones’s Locker, so I suppose it was there.”

“When did he tell you?”

“A couple of weeks ago, Sir. I haven’t been to that club since then. I’ve been coming here.”

“Are you as member of that club?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What are you doing in this one then?”

“I, er, I came to see what it’s like, Sir.”

“Have you spoken to Mistress Catriona?”

“Yes, Sir. I wanted to do a scene with her, but she turned me down.”

“I see, when was that?”

“Last week, Sir. Oh, that has nothing to do with this.”

“No? If you thought she was incompetent and dangerous why did you want to do a scene with her? She’s a rope Top and does Kinbaku scenes, nothing else. It seems odd to me that you’d want to do a scene with someone you think is dangerous and careless, unless of course you’re lying to me?”

“No! Oh no I’m not lying to you, Sir. Master Roger told me this. He has no reason to lie. He said he saw her in this club and she tied his sub up and made a mess of it.”

Eric began to see daylight. Master Roger must be the mean-looking Dom.

“Well, I’m telling you that you will not discuss this again in this club. If I hear you have done, you won’t be welcome here again. You may still find yourself persona non grata here in any case. I’ll investigate further and let you know.”

* * * *

At the next Dom’s meeting the gist of the rumours was put on record. It was being said that Catriona had bound a nameless sub in a takate-kote, and the cinch ropes under her arms were a bit too tight. The sub had been uncomfortable, but had said nothing, assuming her Top knew what she was doing. The harness was attached upward to a suspension rig. When the sub had fainted, Catriona couldn’t get her down because she had forgotten her EMT shears and she couldn’t untie the knots against the pull of her sub’s weight. Luckily, another rope Top, Master Roger, was present, and did have his shears, so he lent them to her, but it had been a close-run thing.

When Eric passed this information on to the meeting, Catriona knew the rumour had been started by another rope Top. No one else would have known how to accuse her in such a telling way. Catriona was incandescent with fury. She would never be without her EMT shears. She’d had that instilled into her by her mentors. She would never let them down in such a way.

Eric told them all he had found out from Lulu.

“It’s my belief that she only half believes what Master Roger told her. She came here in order to cause trouble. He sent her to do just that, but she had an extra incentive when you turned her down for a scene, Catriona. Why she would want a scene with you, if she really believed the rumours she’s spreading, is beyond me.”

“Who the hell is this Master Roger? I don’t know him. Why does he have it in for me?

“Well now
,
that’s interesting. Master Roger Welland turns out to be the mean Dom who accompanied Angel on his first visit to the club. However, and here’s another strange thing, he’s not a rope
Top. I did dig further. I found that Mistress Dark, an older pro
Domme, had provided Welland with the information he needed.”

“That bitch. She’s always been jealous of me, so she would be more than happy to provide Welland with the information he needed to harm me.”

“Why is Welland doing it? It seems to be overreacting to that incident with Angel. He wasn’t Angel’s Dom anyhow, just brought him for the evening?” Prometheus asked.

“I’m still working on that," Eric replied.

“You have our full confidence and support, Catriona. If anyone hears any more rumours bring them, and the person repeating them, to me
,
” Prometheus said.

* * * *

Catriona seemed different. Angel could see something was bothering her, but she wouldn’t talk to him about it. She said he’d enough on his mind without her problems and she would sort it out herself. He also knew that something was going on in Prometheus in Chains and that more than likely it had something to do with her. The subs all went silent when he arrived, then they all started to talk at once about something innocuous. He decided to speak to Master Eric.

He went to the bar and waited until Master Eric was alone.

“Master Eric, may I speak to you?”

“Certainly, Angel, what is it?”

“I don’t want to be disloyal, speaking behind her back, but I’m worried about Mistress.” 

“What is it?” Eric asked.

“She’s different. She’s worried about something,” Angel said.

“Have you spoken to her about it?”

“No, Master Eric.”

“Why not?”

“She doesn’t want to talk about it. She says there is nothing and that I can’t do anything about it. I know there is something wrong. I want to help her, and I want her to be happy,” Angel said emphatically.