[Siren Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, spanking, HEA]
Prometheus loves Jenny Oliver, and she him, but the course of true love doesn’t run smoothly. She has a dark secret, which she believes will split them up, and she won’t be alone with him. Fate takes a hand in the shape of Alfred, a man from Jenny’s past who follows her to the club and confronts her, forcing her to reveal the truth. Will Prometheus want her now?
Jenny must confront her abusers in court if she is to have a future with Prometheus, but then she is kidnapped before she even has the chance. Can Prometheus and the police manage to get to her before her kidnapper does her any harm? Will the jury believe her story? Will Jenny and Prometheus get their happily ever after?
A Siren Erotic Romance
- Barefoot Okie
4 STARS: "The plot is excellent, the information we are given about the characters makes them likeable, and the book was a quick enjoyable read. It’s fun to read the book as written because the author is very British and it shows in some of the language. Is there such a thing as an English/English to American/English translation?" -- Shadow, Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews
More From Prometheus in Chains
Jenny sat by Master Torquil’s side. He knew she trusted him because he loved Gemma, and Gemma loved him, so he wasn’t interested in Jenny in that way at all. He knew that he looked huge and intimidating, with his bald head and Celtic tattoos, but he knew, too, he was comforting to have as a friend, and she seemed to need every friend she could get.
“I need to speak to you when I have my break,” he said.
“Very well, Master Torquil.”
When he got to back to the bar, she was waiting. He got his bottle of water and took her over to one of the sofas. He noticed that Prometheus’s eyes followed their every move.
“Jenny, you’re fond of Master Prometheus, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, Master Torquil, I am.”
“Then what’s stopping you taking it further?”
“I don’t want to be alone with any man, not even Master Prometheus.”
“What has he done to you?”
“It wasn’t him, Master Torquil. It was in another club. But I don’t trust anyone since then.”
“Tell me, Jenny wren!” he said, using the name Master Prometheus had always used for her. Hesitantly, she did.
“That is terrible, Jenny. I can’t believe those two were real Doms. Safe, sane, and consensual is the code most of us live by. They seem never to have heard of it to inflict such abuse on you.”
Torquil was appalled at the abuse and the threats. She hadn’t told him all the details, he was sure. Nor did she name the men involved.
“They were important men in that city, and I’m sure they could do what they threatened, so I kept quiet. I also decided I’d do no more scenes in private, so it could never happen to me again.”
“I don’t know how I am to sort this out, just at the moment,” he said. He didn’t have her permission to tell anyone, so he couldn’t let Prometheus in on the problem. He patted her arm.
“Don’t worry, Jenny wren. I will find a way to sort it out. Let me think about it for a while.”
He saw she looked a bit happier at that and only wished he might come up with some sort of solution. At the moment, he didn’t have a clue how to fix it.
* * * *
In the city centre Jenny finished her shopping and headed to the bus stop. She waited in the queue, feeling uneasy, as if someone was watching her. As she mounted the bus steps she looked behind her but saw no one she recognised. She tried to shake off the feeling, telling herself it was stupid, that no one was there, but it persisted. At her stop she got off the bus and hurried down the street, pausing for nothing until she locked the flat door behind her and leaned against it. “Safe.” She breathed a sigh of relief as she checked the padlock again. She was going to the club later on and, as she felt uneasy, she ordered a taxi. When it arrived she put on her long raincoat, belted it tightly around her waist, and locked the flat door behind her. She looked up and down the street before getting into the taxi. There were a few parked cars and another taxi waiting in the street, but no one was about. She saw no one and berated herself for being scared and worrying about nothing. It must have been brought on by all the thinking about what had happened to her and trying to decide what to do about Master Prometheus.
The taxi dropped her off at the club entrance, and she hurried across the dimly lit car park into the main entrance hall.
“Hello, Jenny, you’re out of breath. What’s the matter? You look flustered,” Linda said.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I just hurried through the car park.”
“Yes, it is dimly lit. Master Prometheus is having better security lighting installed this week. That’s not before time. After what happened when Fiona was assaulted by Gordon.”
“Yes, that’s a good idea.” Jenny took her coat off in the locker room and combed her hair. I do look flustered. She took a few deep, calming breaths and walked out of the locker room.
“Hello, whore.” She recognised the voice. She’d never forget it. She whirled round. It was Jim’s friend. Her knees buckled, and she fainted.
“Look at me, Jenny wren!” She looked up at Prometheus, and he was lost in the deep pools of her large eyes. How he longed to get her alone and make her scream his name as she came in his embrace! He was going to have to go slowly this, their first, time because she was skittish and terrified, and he couldn’t understand why. She’d always smiled at him in the club and seemed as interested in him as he was in her. He was part owner of Prometheus in Chains, a BDSM club in Sheffield. He’d wanted Jenny from the first moment he’d seen her, but she was proving difficult to catch. When he’d soothed her and calmed her down, he took her to one of the secluded areas behind a Japanese screen. She wouldn’t go to a private room with him, no matter what he said, so that was the only option. He didn’t want to take her in public, but he was tired of waiting. The soft brown leather of the extra-large armchair felt good as he sank into it.
“Come here, Jenny!” He pulled her onto his lap, seating her with her back to one arm of the chair, her delicious little bottom in his lap and her long, shapely legs over the other. He cuddled her close to his chest and breathed in her perfume. He knew that perfume, he recognised it, but the name eluded him at first. Suddenly it came to him. It was Obsession by Calvin Klein. It suited her, and the name aptly described what he felt about her. Her little head and her soft cheek rested against his chest. She was delightful. His left arm cuddled her closer, and with his right he took her chin and gently tipped it up.
“Look at me!” Her head came up, and his lips met hers. His tongue stroked along the seam of her lips, and then he nipped and sucked at her plump bottom lip. She squirmed on his lap, grinding her bottom onto his cock, and he sucked in a breath. If she kept that up she was going to kill him. His fingers pressed on her chin, and she opened her mouth. His tongue entered the warm, wet, sweet-tasting cavern. He thought his cock would explode out of his leathers. She moaned as her tongue tangled with his, and they both gave themselves up to the sweetness of their first kiss. His right hand descended to her breast and stroked it through her corset.
As he stroked over her breast, she responded with greater ardour, kissing him and wriggling her bottom in his lap. She was driving him demented. He undid the corset, taking hold of her naked breast, tweaking and flicking the nipple as she moaned into his mouth. He pinched her nipple and scraped his nails gently over it. She responded by writhing and panting into his mouth.
He gave his attention to her other breast, driving her wild with desire. Gently he pushed her left leg off the arm, splaying her thighs and leaving her open to him. His fingers penetrated her labia and, as he’d expected, she was very wet, hot, and swollen.
“How wet you are, Jenny wren!”
“Yes, Master Prometheus.”
“What do you want?”
“I want your fingers in my cunt, please, Master Prometheus.”
“As you ask so prettily, you shall have them.”
He pressed two fingers deep inside her, and she arched her back, pressing herself down onto his hand. He thrust his fingers inside her as far as he could and, twisting them, stroked her G-spot. He withdrew, only to push them deep inside her again. She thrashed, her toes curled up and her hot, wet cunt held onto his fingers. He continued to fuck her, at the same time he pressed the thumb of his other hand repeatedly against her clit.
“Oh yes, Master Prometheus. Harder please,” she moaned.
He rubbed her harder with the pad of his thumb. She tensed then began to shake. The muscles of her cunt clenched around his fingers as he fucked them in and out and kept up the pressure on her clit with his thumb, sending her into another orgasm, just as spectacular to watch. When he withdrew his fingers, she whined.
“Oh, Master Prometheus, please don’t leave me!” she begged.
“I’ve no intention of leaving you, Jenny wren.” He gave her the condom he’d extracted from the foil wrap. To his delight she put it on with her hot, little mouth, making his cock twitch.
“Oh god, Jenny! Your mouth is so hot and tight. Yes do it, Jenny, suck my cock.” He was long and thick, and he knew she’d never take all of him in her small mouth. To her credit she tried. She sucked him into her mouth and swirled her tongue over the fat, swollen head. He’d chosen a flavoured condom, and she looked at him as she realised it was strawberry. He winked at her, but she didn’t hold his gaze for long. She worked her little hands and her mouth in tandem.
“Oh, yes, Jenny. Suck me harder.”
She took his balls in one hand and rolled his sac, driving him wild with her caresses. With the other she pumped his shaft as she licked and sucked as much of him as she could manage.