Patience Rewarded (MF)

Prometheus in Chains 15

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 31,771
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[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Consensual BDSM Romance, M/F, HEA]
Patience Davenport isn't best pleased when the pub lunch she is expecting turns out to be a hike in the hills. When her date injures himself in bad weather, she summons help.
Gabriel Boyden, pilot of a rescue helicopter, is attracted to Patience Davenport when he rescues her and her date from the hills. He thinks they are irresponsible to go out, unprepared and ill-equipped. He tells her so in no uncertain terms, and she responds in kind. She hopes never to see him again, but fate has other plans.
When a friend takes Patience to a games evening in Prometheus in Chains, she finds herself paired with Gabriel and soon finds out that telling a powerful Dom to do his worst is never a good idea.
Kinbaku tie photograph, used with permission. Copyright 2017 by Master K.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Patience Rewarded (MF)
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Patience Rewarded (MF)

Prometheus in Chains 15

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 31,771
1 Ratings (5.0)
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Patience Davenport didn’t know if she was excited by the man she was with or the spectacular scenery. Gerald Ross had been pestering her to go out with him for a few weeks. In the end, she’d given in. She’d met him at the Christmas party vat school, and, at first, she’d been impressed. He was of medium build, with lovely light-brown, wavy hair and hazel eyes. He wore his clothes with confidence, and they were tailored to fit him perfectly. He didn’t get his clothes off the peg at any department store. He was about fifty, but she was fine with that because she preferred older men—she found them easier to handle. “Twist round your little finger” was how her favourite sister, Hope, phrased it and, if she were honest, Patience had to admit she liked her own way. Most men did what she wanted, and if they didn’t she dropped them. “You will get yourself a reputation as a heartless flirt,” Hope had said to her. Patience had laughed that off, but she hadn’t forgotten the warning.

On this February afternoon, she stood and admired the Derbyshire Peak District in all its wild glory. It was a sunny day, but there was a distinct nip in the air. She drew her cardigan closer around her as she fastened it up to her neck.

“When you said we’d be going for a meal and a walk I never expected a picnic and a hike up a hill. Neither of us are dressed for this,” she said acidly. She wore a brushed cotton blouse in a gold and orange flowered pattern under a dark-brown mohair cardigan. Her slacks were dark brown wool to match, and her short boots were of tan leather-like her handbag. She was dressed for a pub lunch, which was what she’d expected when he asked her out. His clothes had given her no indication that she was mistaken. He wore a cream shirt with a brown and green pattern of lines and squares. His sweater was of pale-caramel cashmere and his slacks were chocolate-brown corduroy. He wore a brown-tweed flat cap, and his brogues were of highly polished chestnut-leather. All in all, he was playing the country squire, not the intrepid hill walker.

“So what did you have in mind, exactly?” she asked, trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice.

“We can walk a little way up the hill, and then eat our picnic with a superb view. I have a map and a compass, and, in any case, we shan’t go out of sight of the car.” He smiled at her and held out his hand. “It will be fun. Get your waterproof and let’s be off.” He opened the boot of the car and took out the picnic basket and their waterproofs. Patience took hers and put it on, and then she fished a scarf and her ‘phone out of her handbag. She put the scarf around her neck, the ‘phone in her pocket, and retrieved her gloves before placing the handbag in the boot, out of sight. When she was ready, Gerald, who had put on his own gloves and scarf, closed and locked the car, picked up the basket of food and drink, and then he set off on the path up the hill.

Patience had to admit that the path was well-made, and the going was easy to start with. However, the car park was in a hollow and sheltered from the wind. The higher up the hill they climbed, the more exposed they became to the chill wind. I hope Gerald has brought a flask of coffee. I could do with a hot drink. What was I thinking of to agree to this? The sooner we eat lunch and get off this hill the better I shall like it.

Gerald found a spot to his liking, in the lee of some rocks. He set the picnic basket on the ground and opened it. With the air of conjuror fishing a rabbit out of a hat, he displayed the rug as he spread it for Patience to sit on. Obediently she sat and at once felt warmer, out of the worst of the wind. Gerald produced a flask and two insulated mugs, plastic boxes full of delectable treats such as small sandwiches, sausage rolls, and Scotch eggs. One box contained a Waldorf salad. He handed Patience a fork and a napkin, and she tucked in. The food was fresh and delicious. Gerald began to go up in her estimation. His credit increased as he handed her strawberries dipped in chocolate for dessert. The coffee was hot and strong, and soon Patience was in a mellow mood. “Lulled into a false sense of security” was how she later recalled it. Gerald waited for her to finish her coffee, and then he re-packed the basket including the rug.

“How do you feel about walking a little way? The view from just up there is certainly worth it, and now we’ve come so far we might as well go and take a look. We can have our second mug of coffee up there,” he suggested. He was like some eager puppy and Patience didn’t want to spoil the day so she agreed, albeit reluctantly.



“I think we’d better go over there for the next one,” he suggested, pointing to a two-seater leather sofa. He collected the towel from her chair and led her over to the comfortable seat. He spread the towel and invited her to sit. He knelt between her legs and removed the clamp. She cried out as the blood flowed back. It was agony, but it did not last long. He parted her labia, and his mouth descended on her clit. He sucked it into his mouth, and flicked his tongue back and forth over her swollen and abused little bud. The agony became ecstasy as she threw back her head and he sucked and licked, driving her mad with desire. She clutched his head with her fingers and tangled them in his thick, soft hair. Then she stiffened and screamed his name as her world exploded into light. He held on to her and continued to lick and suck, prolonging her orgasm, hurling her over the edge time and again until she knew she could take no more. Slowly he withdrew. He picked her up and sat down with her in his arms. He said something, and someone brought a blanket. He covered them both with it. He insisted she drank the water that someone else had brought and then he held her. She snuggled into his arms and one of hers crept up and around his neck. He seemed to approve because he bent and planted a kiss on the top of her head. She sighed. She was so comfortable. She felt safe. It felt right to be in his arms.


* * * *


Gabriel looked down at the sub in his arms. She smelled delicious. She was wearing some spicy perfume and that, mixed with her own scent was heady in the extreme. When he’d first recognised her in the club he’d been right royally pissed off. He knew that he’d been too harsh on her after the rescue. His crew had been right. He’d no idea why he’d reacted that way, and he regretted it. He hoped he wouldn’t have to see her again, but when he did he found that, as the evening wore on, he’d become more and more attracted to her. She had a lovely body and beautifully soft skin.

She moved in his arms and ground her bottom into his lap. His cock reacted at once. He’d been hard and uncomfortable for most of the evening.

“If you keep doing that I’ll be the only Dom with the permanent mark of a zip on his cock,” he said, a little acidly. She giggled, and he liked the sound.

“It will give you an extra edge. All the women will want to see that,” she replied. Patience stirred in his arms, and he let her get up.

“I need to go to the ladies’” she said.

“Off you go then and don’t be too long. I’ll go and get us both a cold drink,” he replied. He folded the blanket and put it over the arm of the sofa. He replaced her towel on her chair and went off to get the drinks. He whistled as he strode purposefully over to the bar.

“Hello, Gabriel. What’s put you in such a good mood, or ought I to say who?” Eric was in his usual place behind the bar.

“Why aren’t you involved in the games?”

“We couldn’t get a babysitter that Emma trusted, so I volunteered to do the bar. Mind she doesn’t trust anyone but Jane and Angus, so we don’t have much choice. Jane is involved with the organising of this evening, so she really had to be here.”

“The joys of married life, old son.”

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. I can’t wait to see who snares you, you old reprobate. What can I get you to drink?”

“A raspberry lemonade and half a lager, please.”

“Now who’s the lucky lady? It’s not often you fetch the drinks.”

“Her name is Patience and…” He got no further. Eric gave a shout of laughter, which made half the people in the club turn their heads.

“Sorry,” he gasped, trying to stop laughing, “she’s aptly named.

“I haven’t the faintest idea what you mean by that,” Gabriel said.

“Of course you haven’t.”

“She’s never at a loss and, in spite of all I’ve said to her, she isn’t a coward. She faced me down in a strange club, in a situation which was totally new to her.”

“It seems to me that you are rather fond of her,” Eric remarked. Gabriel was conscious of the Dom’s shrewd gaze resting on him.

“Maybe I am. She’d done some research before she came, and she made some very perceptive remarks about Catriona and Angel. She’s clearly intelligent, and interested in BDSM.”

“More and more interesting,” Eric said.

“What am I saying? Do I want to see more of her?” Gabriel chuckled. “I’ve seen all there is, and I like what I’ve seen. Best see how the rest of the evening goes and take it from there.”

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