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Masters to the Rescue. This book releases on November 19th with Siren Publishing. If your readers would
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Masters to the Rescue
When the cat's away the mouse will play. But when the cat is a Dom, the mouse better have an excellent reason for her deception.
Master Angus is absent on business, but he knows his sub, Jane is hiding something from him. He comes home early to discover what it is and he finds himself faced with a problem. He finds a unique and satisfying solution with the help of his friends in Prometheus in Chains.
Jane Scott thinks it's better to keep her secret than to worry and her Master while he's away. She's bent on helping her friend Jaimie Wright to sort his life out forgets the price to be paid by an errant sub.
**BDSM with spanking, Kinbaku and fire-play
BOOK COVER… in
a separate attachment
Background
to the story
Prometheus
in Chains no 13 and the latest episode in the lives of Master Angus and his
Jane
STORY EXCERPT:
They arrived at
Prometheus in Chains in a very happy mood, after a delicious Italian meal.
Angus and Eric parked side by side, and they followed their subs into the club.
Jane and Emma went into the ladies' locker room to get dressed, and the two
Doms entered the main room. Angus looked around and breathed in deeply. He
loved the sights, sounds, and smells of the place. Prometheus had the furniture
polished with lavender wax because it reminded him of his mother’s house. Angus
loved the smell, because it brought back happy memories of his childhood, too.
He loved the slap of paddles on flesh, the screams or moans of the subs, and
the smells of wood, leather, and sex. The subs were all in bright-coloured
corsets tonight, like a flock of birds of paradise. Llewellyn had his latest
class gathered around the raised area, where a demonstration of Kinbaku was
taking place. They were all looking on in fascination as the Rope Master bound
his sub with a dark-green rope that contrasted very well with his lightly
tanned skin. Knowing Llewellyn as he did, that wouldn’t be the end of it.
They’d have a clip board soon and would be interviewing the Dom and the sub.
Angus smiled. The next generation of Doms and subs were in the best possible
hands. One of the subs, seen from the back, looked familiar to him, but he
couldn’t place him, maybe when he turned around, he’d recognise him. He was standing
next to Niall, whom Angus did recognise. Just then Jane and Emma arrived.
“Goodness,
what’s Jaimie doing here,” Jane asked.
“I knew he was
familiar, but I couldn’t place him. You can catch him in the subs’ area and
find out,” Angus suggested. Then he and Eric escorted their subs to the bar,
where Prometheus and Jenny joined them.
“Jane, what a
wonderful idea you had. Melanie is setting up the crèche and training some of
the younger subs to help. The equipment will be stored in that old office, but the
crèche will be in here on the day of the subs’ tea. She suggested that both
mothers and babies would be happier if they could see and hear each other to
start with. After that we shall see how it goes. It will be wonderful to chat
with everyone and not have to keep haring after young Thomas. Melanie will
partition off a corner of the room and everyone who has children has
contributed some equipment. Let’s hope it’s a success.
“Eric, I need a
word, can you come too, Angus?” Prometheus asked. The three Doms set off for
Prometheus’s office.
* * * *
Emma and Jenny
looked at Jane.
“Isn’t that
just typical? We have a night out, and they need to talk business. Let’s go and
sit in the subs’ area. There are some new members, and we can find out all
about them,” Jenny said.
“Little Miss
Snoopy-Pants,” Jane said and giggled, and then she linked arms with them. “Yes,
do let’s go find out.”
Emma helped
Jane down the steps to the sunken area where the subs gathered when not doing a
scene. Llewellyn’s new subs were there, Jaimie amongst them. He stood up and
hugged Jane.
“Jaimie, how
lovely to see you! How are you? What on earth are you doing here?”
“Hello, Jane.
I’m here because of Niall. We’re an item. He’s such a gorgeous hunk.”
“Hang on a bit.
Slow down and do tell all," Jane said.
“Well, after
your nice meal, I went back to see the flat. He helped me with my stuff and we
arranged it together. We had a carryout in front of the TV, and talked for
hours. We have so much in common. Over the next couple of weeks we er…got close
and…”
“It’s okay,
Jaimie," Emma said in encouragement. "Nothing can make us blush. Do
tell all."
“Okay. Well
he’s drop-dead-gorgeous, and one thing led to another, and before I knew what
was happening I was tied to the bedhead. I have to say it was the most amazing
sex I’ve ever had, but I expect you all know about that.”
“Yes, we do,”
Jenny said. “Doms will be Doms, after all.”
“Well, after
that, I did a lot of research and I liked what I read,” Jaimie said.
“All of it?”
Jane asked, astonished.
“No, not the
most violent things.” Jaimie shuddered. “I discussed it with Niall, and he’s of
the same opinion. He suggested that I come along with him as his sub to Master
Llewellyn’s class to see how I got on. He’s learning to be a Dom, and I’m
learning to be a sub.”
“Well that all sounds wonderful. I’m glad you’re happy. It's about time
you had some good luck. I need to ask you a favour. I’m not sure that this is
the right place, but here goes.
© Clair de Lune,
Siren Publishing, 2015
ADULT
EXCERPT
Now let’s eat
our sandwiches and drink our tea, then we are going home.” He handed her the
plate, and she took a ham and tomato sandwich and bit into it. He took another,
and soon they’d worked their way through the whole pile.” Angus sat back and
sighed.
“That’s better.
I always forget just how good the food is here.”
“Let me get you
some cake or a scone from the subs’ tea,” Jane suggested.
“No. I’ve eaten
enough. Now I intend to satisfy my other and more pressing need,” he said, and
he stroked his throbbing cock, which was pressing against the zipper of his
trousers in a painful manner.
“But, the Doms’
meeting and the subs’ tea…”
“Sod the subs
and their tea. This zipper is going to do permanent damage to my cock if I
don’t get out of these infernal trousers. Besides I want you at home and naked.
I haven’t been inside you for almost a week and those 'phone sessions left me
frustrated and horny as hell. Hurry up and drink your tea. I can’t wait for you
to get your things and get into your car. You, mo run, are going home.”
Jane stood, her
tea forgotten as she hurried as best she could to collect her things and go to
her car. Angus got into his and followed her out of the carpark. Once at home
he abandoned his suitcase and briefcase in the car and followed her into the
house. He closed the door and took her in his arms. His mouth descended on
hers, and he was lost in the heat and flames of a desire so strong that it made
him tremble. This was going to be hard and fast, and to judge by the way she
was squirming and wriggling against him, she wanted it that way too.
He lifted her
against the wall and freed his cock. He was swollen and painful, but she was
going to relieve that pain. She moaned as he stroked her tongue with his. Then
he sucked, and she tightened her arms about him. She wore a short skirt and no
knickers, as always. He slipped his dick into her pussy. She was wet and slick
and so very hot. She grasped his cock and arched her back as he slammed into
her. From this angle every stroke rubbed along the ridge that was her G-spot,
and the mewling, moaning sounds she made were music to his ears. God how I’ve missed her. He tightened
his hold on her. He wasn’t going to last long. He reached between them with one
hand and found her clit. She kissed him with increasing passion as one of his
long fingers rubbed in circles over her swollen bud. He felt its hardness and
knew she was almost there. He increased the pressure as he thrust into her
deeply satisfying, welcoming heat.
God, how I’ve missed her. He wouldn’t be leaving
her behind ever again. His hips took on a life of their own as he felt his
climax gathering. He pressed and pinched her clit, and she jerked
uncontrollably in his arms. Her muscles clenched around his dick, their
vice-like grip pushing him over the edge as, with a low moan of satisfaction,
he came deep inside her. His legs trembled, and he staggered into the lounge
with Jane in his arms.
He lowered her
onto the sofa and followed her down, his cock still inside her. He knew she
loved to feel his weight on top of her, so he stayed there holding her until
his softening dick slid out of her and his legs regained their strength, and
then he stood, pulled her to her feet, and kissed her deeply.
“I’ve missed
you so much, my sweetheart,” he murmured against her hair. Her perfume
intoxicated him. The smell of her arousal and his release mingled in a heady
scent, and he inhaled deeply. She was his. He’d been foolish beyond belief to
have doubted her, but she was his world. She was in his heart, his soul, and every
waking moment she was in his thoughts. He should have realized. He should have
trusted her. But she should have told him. He wanted full communication. That
way there were no misunderstandings or doubts. He’d get them both cleaned up
and 'phone Xander at once. His Jane was limping and in pain, and he would sort
it out. Then she’d have her arse warmed for making him worried and not telling
him right away.
© Clair de Lune,
Siren Publishing, 2015
Author bio:
I
live in Dumfries and Galloway in Southern Scotland, although I was born in
South Yorkshire. I spent many happy years teaching, and when I retired I became
bored with just the domestic routine.
My
youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own, and I wrote Initiation,
book one in the Prometheus in Chains series. Since then writing has become an
important part of my life. It’s been like a roller-coaster ride, and a very
pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren, I had no idea
what I was setting in motion. I joined Facebook, something I never dreamed I’d
do, but I have made many good friends on there, some readers and some fellow
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