de Lune, Clair - Fiona's Two Masters [Prometheus in Chains 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (8 page)

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As Head of Security for Prometheus in Chains, Eric or his assistant watched and saw Jack following Gordon and Jackson every day as they followed Fiona’s car, but
they
didn’t seem to have noticed him. Now, in the club with all the interested parties seated and listening to him, he said, “The plan is this. We will let it appear that Fiona is in the car park on her own again, Gordon and Jackson won’t be able to resist trying to take her. Once we get them inside the grounds we’ve a couple of large volunteers to beat the living daylights out of them, give them a taste of their own medicine. It can’t be Ruari or Alexander. Gordon knows them and will assume it’s them. He’ll be able to give the police a description, so they need to be able to show they’ve not hit him or Jackson. It has to be someone with no connection with Fiona. Master Torquil has arranged for two of his friends to help out. One of the friends’ sisters had an abusive boyfriend, so he has an axe to grind. Well, that’s it, so we go tonight,” Eric informed everyone.

Later that night Eric’s assistant, replacing him in front of the security cameras, reported Gordon’s car in the road, and he and Jackson were outside the wall, peering through the entrance. Eric told Fiona to walk out of the main door and call back over her shoulder that she just needed to go and collect something from her car and would be back in a couple of minutes.

They all watched Gordon and Jackson as they crept through the gate, upon hearing her voice and seeing she was alone. As she walked over to her car and took out her key, they launched themselves at her. Gordon took the stopper out of a glass bottle and was about to hurl the contents of the bottle at her when he tripped and the bottle flew out of his hand and smashed against her car. It narrowly missed her, but some of the liquid splashed over her skirt. Then Eric gave the signal, and all hell broke loose as Torquil’s friends took hold of Gordon and Jackson and proceeded to give them a taste of their own medicine. Gordon screamed as he struggled and tried to get away from the first friend, but he was not strong enough to break free, it seemed. Eric heard a sickening crack and assumed Gordon’s arm had been broken as he fought to free it from the other man’s grip. The other friend of Torquil’s was dealing with Jackson, and his huge fist connected with his jaw and must surely have broken it.

Both of them were punched and beaten bloody, they put up little resistance, confirming everyone’s opinion that they were only brave when faced with weaker opponents, and then as fast as it began, it was over. The large men were gone and the police arrived, called by Jack.

Angus and Prometheus, the owners of the club, coming out to find out what the fuss was about, listened to the exchange between Gordon and the policeman.

Eric smiled as he heard Gordon say, “It was those two men she is living with, they’ve broken my arm. We did nothing at all. I just came to talk to me ex-girlfriend. I want them arrested and charged with assault.”

Eric was pleased to see that the plan was working. He spoke to his assistant on the phone, and Alexander and Ruari came out of the club by the main entrance. It was plain that they hadn’t been in a fight.

“Those are the men, constable, do your duty, arrest them. They assaulted us.” Gordon was beside himself with fury.

“Good evening, sirs. May ask your whereabouts this last hour?”

The constable was polite and professional.

“Certainly, Officer, we’ve been in the club.”

“Is there anyone who can corroborate that?”

“The club was crowded tonight, and I am sure many people saw us.”

Eric saw that Gordon was getting impatient.

“It was them, I know it was!” he shouted.

“Now, sir, please allow me to proceed with my enquiries. May I see your hands?” he asked, looking at Ruari and Alexander.

“Certainly,” Alexander replied and he and his brother held out unmarked hands for the constable to see.

“Thank you, sirs. That will be all, it is plain you haven’t been in a fight!”

Eric hid his jubilation. The plan was working.

“You had better come with me to the police station and we can take your statements there.”

“I have a broken arm and I want medical attention now!”

“Very well, come along now and we will see to it.”

“We have CCTV,” Prometheus said with a pained expression on his face, making Eric smile again. “But one of our cameras is out of action. A couple of weeks ago someone spray-painted it before they attacked this lady here. We haven’t had it fixed yet. We will of course supply you with what footage we do have.”

Fiona had gone inside. Eric had seen her looking at holes in her skirt. She came back out and asked, “What was in that bottle you tried to throw at me? It burned holes in my skirt.”

“A pity I missed you, bitch. Your new boyfriends would not have wanted you with your face as ugly and scarred as your arms.”

There was little paint left on the side of the car where she’d been standing.

“Acid,” said the policeman and spoke into his radio summoning a forensic team.

“Best get that skirt off and give it to me. It’s evidence and not safe to wear now.”

Eric fetched a blanket as he saw her hands shaking, as she handed it to the policeman.

Master Alexander took her in his arms and held her close.

“You’re safe now,” he said.

Chapter Sixteen

The next day, most of those who took part in Gordon’s downfall met in Prometheus in Chains. Only Torquil and his friends were absent. Master Eric arrived last, bringing Emma with him. She went over to Fiona, who was chatting to Jane, Alexander, and Ruari, and hugged her.

“I am glad it all turned out well, Fiona,” she said. They stood and chatted for a while.

“You all met Jack, briefly, last night,” Eric said by way of introduction.

“Oh, Jack and I are old comrades-in-arms. We fought in the Falklands war together. How are you, Jack?”

“Keeping well. And you?”

“I’m fine. When do you retire from Special Branch? Can I persuade you to join the club?”

“Well, my twenty-five years are up very shortly. I’ll give it some thought. I’ve no idea yet what I’m going to do.”

Eric noticed that Jack didn’t call Prometheus by name. He knew that Jack was acquainted with Prometheus but he didn’t know they’d fought together. He knew that Angus had known Prometheus before the club and so was privy to his history. This was a mystery, and Eric loved mysteries.

“Luncheon is served.” The voice of the club’s Catering Manager cut across all conversations.

It had been decided to hold the meeting over lunch in the club dining room, where a three-course meal had been prepared by the kitchen staff. Usually they were only required to produce finger food as so many Doms enjoyed hand-feeding their subs, and only on special occasions was there a formal dinner. Because of that, they had worked really hard to produce a special meal.

Over the first course of British asparagus wrapped in Serrano ham and served with mayonnaise, the conversation flowed.

“Well, Jack, what is the latest on the Gordon and Jackson situation?” Prometheus asked.

With every eye upon him, Jack replied, “A search of their hotel room turned up a hoody and a Maggie Thatcher mask like the ones on the CCTV, and then Jackson confessed. Well, he wrote his confession as his jaw is wired and he can’t talk. That’s all the police need.”

“What will happen to them?” Fiona asked.

There was a pause as the first course was cleared away, and the second placed before them, pork tenderloin fillet on a bed of courgettes, button mushrooms, and shallots with a mustard-and-cream sauce. Wine was served from the club’s cellar.

“Pattinson seems to have lost the plot, and they are considering sectioning him, if the psychiatrist says he’s unfit to plead, but he’ll be under lock and key for a long time. He may well end up in Broadmoor,” Jack said, after the catering staff had left the dining room.

“Will Fiona have to go to court to give evidence?” Master Ruari inquired.

“I doubt it. Jackson is pleading guilty and Gordon is unfit to plead. With Fiona’s statement, in addition to the evidence found, they will be found guilty and sentenced. Jackson knew about Gordon and thought to get a deal by turning Queen’s evidence, but there’s not much chance of that.”

“That
is
a relief!” Fiona said.

The dessert was Prometheus’s favourite, ever since Jane had made it for him. It was cinnamon apple crumble with hot vanilla custard. In deference to the Scots present and the location of the club, Wensleydale cheese and Orkney oatcakes were offered, and then coffee was served in the club’s main room.

“Now that’s all settled, you can all think about my party,” Angus said.

Chapter Seventeen

The day of Master Angus’s party dawned. The weather was fine and sunny, just right for an outdoor event. The last-minute preparations were complete. Fiona and her Doms had helped to put up the flags and set out the food under covers in the kitchen.

The theme was red, white, and blue and everyone turned up in the appropriate colours. Some were wearing less than others. Fiona looked proudly at the twins in full Highland dress. Everyone was in a festive mood as they chatted and laughed. Fiona loved the Union Jacks that decorated her finger and toe nails.

Master Angus called for their attention and began to explain the rules of the game he had invented, “Hunt the Sub.” Masters would be paired with subs. Each pair was allocated one of the extra-wide recliners he had set out on the terrace. Subs would hide and their Masters would seek them out. If they could get back to the recliner before their Masters caught them, they would escape the torment. If not, and they were caught, they would be taken back to the recliners, and tormented there until the last sub was found, when round two would begin. He had something special planned for round two and he would reveal that later. Fiona thought it was going to be another episode of subs getting the dirty end of the stick but knew better than to say so.

She took off running to try and get as far to the left as she could so she might have a chance of running back to the recliner and escaping whatever evil torment they had devised. But with her against two Doms, it was going to be difficult. She was startled to hear a guffaw of laughter from the house, and large men crossed the terrace, calling their subs. Really, as if any of them would be silly enough to come out, she thought.

“Come out, come out wherever you are,” called Master Alexander, and she peeped around the bush she was hiding in and saw him a good distance away. She was about to run for the recliner when a large hand descended on her shoulder. She whirled around, as Master Ruari called to his brother that he had her. She had been no match for two Doms, and she wondered what torment they would inflict on her. She had been one of the first to be caught, so hers would last longer. Master Ruari picked her up, put her over his shoulder in a firemen’s lift and carried her back to the recliner.
There are some compensations
. She had a good view of his buttocks tightly encased in his kilt. She licked her lips in anticipation.

Master Ruari settled himself on the recliner and pulled her on top of him, with her back to his chest. His arms came round her, and he took her breasts in his hands and began to play. Master Alexander knelt between his legs, draping hers over his brother’s and leaving her wide open to his attentions. His hot tongue descended on her pussy, and his fingers opened her labia as his tongue dipped in.
This is going to be enjoyable after all.

“Master, your tongue in my cunt feels so good. Please make me come.”

She arched her back, keening in her need, but she could not escape the hands on her breasts and the insistent tongue in her cunt. He withdrew his tongue and replaced it with three long fingers. As he pumped them in and out, he made sure to stroke her G-spot, driving her wild. She tried to thresh and get away but was held firmly but gently in place. She panted and begged.

“
Please
!
I need to come, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” she panted as he continued to stroke her, and she thought she’d die if he didn’t let her come, and soon. Just when she thought she was going to pass out, he pinched her clit with his other hand, and she exploded into a mind-bending orgasm. Her limbs shook, and she thrashed in their arms.

When she could think again, she realised they had held her firmly so she couldn’t hurt herself. They cuddled her close between them until she recovered. They’d shielded her from the gaze of the others for which she was grateful. They must all have heard her pleas and moans, and she blushed in shame. Then as she heard the other subs’ moans and pleas, she was reassured. They’d be in no state to be judging her.