Prometheus Triumphant [Prometheus in Chains 8] (Siren Publishing Classic) (8 page)

“So you’re awake now, bitch. He fisted his hand in her hair, forcing her head up. The pain brought tears to her eyes. He smiled.

“Cry all you want, scream, shout. There’s no one to hear you. The more you struggle the better I’ll like it.” He bent and removed the tape from her legs, then he pulled her to her feet by her hair. He untied the rope. Noticing it was almost undone, he slapped her hard across the face. She would have fallen to the floor had he not had hold of her by the hair.

“Trying to escape, bitch? You’re not getting out of here alive. Now strip and be quick about it!”

Jenny’s hands shook so much she couldn’t undo the buttons of her shirt. Jim tore it off her. Buttons flew everywhere. She could smell the aftershave he used mingled with his sweat. It was the same one she remembered from all those years ago and she felt sick. She clung to the thought that soon Master Prometheus would be there. She hoped he’d hurry up.

“The rest of it, and fast if you don’t want me to cut it off you.”

Jenny fumbled with her bra fastening and got it off. She’d started on her jeans when the door crashed open and the police, followed by Masters Prometheus and Llewellyn, rushed in.

“Jenny wren. Are you all right? Has he hurt you? I’m sorry it took us so long to get here. Tell me he hasn’t hurt you, little one.”

Master Prometheus folded her in his arms and cuddled her to him. Master Llewellyn picked up her bra and shirt and handed them to her. Master Prometheus helped her to put them on. She couldn’t fasten the shirt as there were too few buttons left and her hands were shaking, so he took off his sweater and put it on her. It was far too big, but it was comforting. It was warm from contact with his body, and it smelled of him. The scent had altogether different associations. She wrapped her arms around her body and shivered. When he saw the mark on her face, he went white.

“What has that bastard done to you? Has he hurt you? I’ll…”

“He just slapped me because I c-c-couldn’t get my buttons undone.”

Jenny saw Master Prometheus look over to where the police held Jim and take a couple of steps toward him. Jenny watched as Jim cowered.

“Don’t let him come near me. I’m in custody. He can’t touch me,” he whined.

“No, I wouldn’t soil my hands. You’re only fit for beating up small women. You’re lucky the police got to you first. I’d love to give you a good kicking.”

“We shall need a statement, miss. He’s now under arrest for kidnapping,” the policeman said.

“I’ll bring her to the station in the morning. Now I’m taking her back to the hotel,” Prometheus stated.

“Does she need a doctor?” the policeman asked.

“Do you want to see a doctor, Jenny?”

“No all I want to do is go home.”

“It’s going to have to be the hotel for a few days, but we’ll go home soon. I promise. I’ll bring her to make her statement tomorrow,” Prometheus said. He put his arm around Jenny and walked out with her. Master Llewellyn followed.

* * * *

Jenny was in the shower for a long time. Very reluctantly, Prometheus had left her alone in the bathroom, judging that it was better to let her have some privacy after what she had just undergone. He paced the bedroom, but still she didn’t come out. He’d had enough. He tapped on the door and went inside. She was sitting on the floor in the shower as water cascaded over her. She was sobbing pitifully. He turned off the water, grabbed a couple of towels, and coaxed her to her feet. He wrapped her in the towels, patting her dry.

“There, there, my little Jenny wren. It’s all right now, I’ve got you. Nothing is going to happen to you. You’re safe now.”

He cuddled her close and patted her back. She burrowed her head into his chest, soaking his shirt, but gradually she calmed down. He sat her on a stool and dried her hair with the towels and the dryer. Dropping the towels on the floor he carried her into the bedroom, turned down the covers, and put her to bed.

“Do you want some tea?”

“Oh, yes please, Master Prometheus.” He dialled room service, and soon she was propped up on banks of pillows sipping a cup of hot tea. Prometheus joined her. Buttering a scone, he lavished strawberry jam on it and gave it her to eat. At first, she nibbled at it, but he was pleased to see she managed to finish it all, when she saw him watching her.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, Master Prometheus, I don’t.” She shuddered, and he took the cup and plate from her. He put them on the tray and cuddled her close to him.

“This has been horrible for you, my Jenny wren. Do you want to have a nap?” She clutched at him.

“Please, please don’t leave me, Master Prometheus. I don’t want to be alone.”

“I won’t leave you, Jenny.”

“Please lie down next to me then.” He took off his shoes and lay down on top of the covers as she’d asked him to. She turned to him, and he cuddled her into his shoulder, holding her tight to him. Gradually he felt the tension in her ease. She relaxed as he kissed the top of her head and whispered words of comfort into her ears, telling her how brave she’d been. Eventually her breathing slowed, and he knew she slept. He thought back to the moment he’d seen the car speed away with her in it. He’d felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach. He hadn’t been able to save her. He should have been there with her. He should have protected her. He thought he’d never see her again. She was his. He wanted no other. He smiled as he remembered Angus’s proposal in Prometheus in Chains and all those apricot roses in a BDSM club. Now he understood, and he realised he, too, would do anything, fill his club with roses, anything, if she’d have him and agree to be his. He began to plan.

* * * *

Jenny awoke in Master Prometheus’s arms. He’d fallen asleep. His shirt was crushed and damp. His face looked peaceful. She loved him so. She’d like nothing better than to be his sub forever. Would he want damaged goods? There was going to be a nasty trial, and Jim would say all sorts of things about her. Jim would say she was a whore. He’d paid her for sex. She’d kept the money after all. It didn’t matter what she’d done with it, she’d kept it. She freed herself from his arms without waking him and got out of bed. She dressed herself and packed her stuff. She needed the bathroom, so she left her case and bag by the door. When she came out an irate Master Prometheus was standing in front of her case, his arms crossed.

“Just where do you think you’re going?”

“I can’t stay here. Jim is going to tell everyone about the money. You don’t want a whore.”

“No, I don’t, and you aren’t one. You will do me the favour of never saying that about yourself again or I will warm your backside.” She looked at him. He held out his arms, and she ran into them. He cuddled her to him, and he enfolded her in a warm embrace.

“Jenny, Jenny, I love you. I want to marry you. I wasn’t going to ask you like this. I wanted the whole package, nice meal, flowers, music, a ring. Not some damned hotel room. Will you marry me?”

Jenny was stunned. She hadn’t expected him to ask her to marry him. She hadn’t thought there was even a possibility. She knew he loved her because he’d said so. To ask her now, before the trial and when she was facing God knew what was just so typical of him. She was going to be vilified during the trial and Master Prometheus didn’t like publicity of any kind, so the sort of notoriety she was facing must be anathema to him. In spite of that he’d offered marriage. He hadn’t said live with him, he wanted her to be his wife and have a future with him like Gloria had with Llewellyn, maybe a family, too, one day. This was what she’d always dreamed of, always wanted and had feared she’d never have. Now this man whom she loved was offering her her heart’s desire. With tears of joy in her eyes she looked deep into his.

“Yes, Master, I will.” She was amazed at herself. She’d just accepted him with very little thought. All her fears and doubts fell away. She wanted this more than anything else in the world. She looked up again, and his mouth descended on hers. He parted her lips with his tongue and explored. Their tongues tangled, and he sucked hers into his mouth to let her explore. All at once they were urgent. He started to open her shirt and she his, but hands tangled and got in each other’s way. In the end they stripped off their own clothes and dropped them on the floor. He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her to the bed and lay down on his back, careful to let her straddle him. She would have bent over him, but his hands found her breasts. His strong fingers kneaded and caressed, circling but not touching her nipples. She sat on his hips and felt the hot, hard length of his cock swelling under her.

“Yes, oh yes, please, Master, I need more.” He chuckled and took her nipples between his strong fingers. He pressed, tweaked, and flicked, and she wriggled and squirmed. His cock swelled even more.

“Lift up!”

She lifted her hips, and she took him inside her. She felt the hot rod of his erection penetrate her slick cunt. His hips pumped, and his cock stroked over her G-spot. She lifted up and began to ride him. She placed her hands flat on his chest and felt the crisp, curly hairs at his groin press into her. She rode him hard as he lavished attention on her breasts. He tweaked and flicked her nipples, scraping his nails over them until she thought she could stand no more. She found she could as he continued to stimulate and pleasure her. One hand left her breast. His fingers slipped easily between her legs, finding her little pearl. He pressed and rubbed until her orgasm rolled over her in waves of pleasure so acute it bordered on pain. In her ecstasy her cunt contracted around his cock, and he groaned. She continued to rock back and forth as his hips pumped his cock into her. She felt the hot semen flow into her as he roared his release. She collapsed on top of him, and he held her close. They continued, joined together, until his softening cock slipped out of her.

“Jenny wren, I love you.”

“I love you, too, Master.”

* * * *

In court, Prometheus’s lawyer had protected her as much as he could. However, Jim’s man had shredded her reputation. He’d told the story from Jim’s point of view and made her look like a little whore. She sat there, her head held high, her back straight, but she looked small and vulnerable to Prometheus. The only sign of nervousness he could see was her fingers twisting the bracelet he’d given her that morning, before they’d left the hotel room.

“Put it on now, Jenny. If you feel alone or afraid in that court, today, run your fingers over this bracelet and remember I’m there for you and I always will be. It doesn’t matter to me what lies they tell, or what they say. I love you.” Indeed those three little words were engraved on the bracelet together with his name.

Prometheus looked over to Jim. Seeing the smug smile on his face, Prometheus wanted to rip his head off. When Jim’s man had finished, Prometheus’s lawyer had risen to question her again. He’d asked her about her job, her support of the hospice, where the money that they had thrown over her had gone. Then he produced a statement, which he gave to the members of the jury. It was from the hospice, it detailed the amount she’d given them on the day after the incident in the hotel room. He asked her about her lifestyle, demonstrating that she was a respectable young woman, with a steady job, who lived a quiet life and whose only indulgence was the BDSM club.

The smile was wiped off Jim’s face when Prometheus, Torquil, and Gloria told of the kidnapping. The registration number was Jim’s own. They identified him as the man who’d taken her from the park and taken her to the warehouse. The policeman who’d arrested him told the court about the drugs Jim had obviously taken and the chair he’d tied Jenny to.

They’d had to wait an hour for the verdict.

“Guilty on all counts.”

The judge was severe in his sentencing, and Jim wouldn’t see the light of day outside his prison walls for many years, his offences being serious under British law. Alfred was given a relatively lighter sentence as he’d had no part in the kidnapping and, in the end had pleaded guilty to the first offence.

The nightmare was over. Prometheus could take his Jenny home at last.

* * * *

Prometheus looked around the flat. Perfect! Everything was ready for her. She’d be home soon.
Home
. He savoured the word. It felt like a home now, and it was her home, too. They’d moved the last of her possessions in just the previous week. The verdict and the sentencing over, they’d returned to Sheffield with Gloria and Llewellyn. Gloria had been a tower of strength for Jenny during and after the trial. In helping her friend, she’d forgotten her own woes and looked serene and happy. Llewellyn watched her very closely and Gloria didn’t seem to mind. Prometheus saw the wistful look on Jenny’s face as she and Gloria sat discussing baby names and examining the contents of the many parcels Gloria was taking home with them. Prometheus was grateful to his friends for their help and support.

He’d wanted to get her back up north and away from the bad memories. In that he’d succeeded. She’d agreed to move in with him. His beautiful flat had seemed arid, but she’d changed all that. It felt like a home now. There was evidence of her presence everywhere. In the living room, her books lay on the coffee table with her iPod on top. In the bathroom, the new robe he’d bought her hung behind the door. The bathroom cabinet was full of potions, creams, and makeup. He’d no idea what they were all for but they were part of who she was. A stuffed white tiger sat on the end of the bed. There were flowers in vases in the living room and herbs in pots on the kitchen windowsill. A large tin sat on a surface in the kitchen. It was full of freshly baked scones. His mouth watered at the thought of all the baking she’d done and how much he’d enjoyed it. He’d better watch his waistline. He’d got plenty of exercise though as their lovemaking gave them both a good workout.