[Siren Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, Kinbaku, HEA]
Catriona expects just another night of whips and bondage at the opening night of Prometheus in Chains. Then her blond Angel walks in the door. Tall, slim, and athletic with a luscious body. It is lust at first sight for both of them.
Catriona and Angel meet outside the club, and he woos her. She introduces him to Kinbaku bondage, and in the process they fall deeply in love. Forceful in their private lovemaking, he is still very much her submissive in the club.
His mother dislikes her on sight. Someone is circulating damaging rumours about Catriona. In his public persona of Adrian Webster, Angel discovers who is behind the attempt to damage Catriona and it rocks his world. Will this split them up? He is going to have to make a difficult choice. Ready for a confrontation, instead, she has a surprise in store for him, and a happily ever after.
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 STARS: "Even though this book is part of a series I think you could read it as a stand alone book. I don’t think I have ever read a book this far into a series that takes you back to the beginning and you don’t need to really know the other characters to know what’s going on. It was all about Mistress Catriona and Angel and the very start of their relationship. A few of the supporting characters you will know if you read the series, but the story line is totally separate from any events that have happened so far in the series. Also it seems like Ms. Clair has done a wonderful job of researching female rope tops and rope work in general and it shows. Go ahead, pick it up and give it a try! A good 4 star book!" -- Amy, Love Books! Book Reviews
It was soon evening, and they were going to the gallery. Catriona gathered her hair in a French pleat. Her dress was a simple, dark green, but it clung in all the right places, and showed off her figure to perfection. She wore only a pendant and matching earrings in rainbow moonstones. Her heels were three inches and a lighter green patent leather, as was her evening bag. He wore his dinner jacket. It was not the conventional black, but a midnight blue, which set off his blond hair to perfection. His bow tie was also a midnight-blue silk one. His cuff links had diamond chips in them in his initial, “A.” In the hall mirror, as she ran a last check over her appearance, she noticed Angel looking over her shoulder. She thought he looked stunning, so beautiful. “Beautiful” was indeed the word, with his blond hair and good looks. He turned to her. “You look so beautiful, Mistress!” he said. He took her in his arms and kissed her, leaving her knees weak and her knickers soaked. She wished they didn’t have to go out. She wanted him inside her again and was going to have to wait until the evening was over.
When they got to the restaurant where they were to dine before the pottery exhibition, Angel’s parents were waiting. His mother was very like him, Catriona thought, or should that have been the other way round? She noticed that Mr Webster’s hand was on his wife’s shoulder as he rose. His look was appraising, and she’d been around enough men to know that he was pleased, at least with her outward appearance.
Angel held her chair until she was seated. There was an awkward pause. Angel and Mr Webster started talking at the same time, then they stopped and laughed. Mrs Webster was a faded blonde, of medium height, approaching fifty, and showing some slight signs of ageing. Catriona thought that she must have been a real beauty in her day, because she was still good looking. It wasn’t hard to see where Angel got his looks from. Mrs Webster radiated disapproval as Angel introduced Catriona.
“Mother, this is Catriona Guthrie. Catriona, this is my mother.” She was cold and polite but distant.
“Miss Guthrie,” his mother said, inclining her head slightly.
“I’m very pleased to meet you. Please call me Catriona, Mrs Webster.”
“This is my father.”
Mr Webster shook hands with her. “Pleased to meet you, Catriona, my dear. That’s a lovely name, Scottish I assume?”
“Yes, Mr Webster, I was born in Glasgow.” Catriona felt the cold gaze of Angel’s mother’s eyes. Catriona put up her chin, she wasn’t going to be intimidated. Catriona felt she was being weighed in the balance and found wanting. Her clothes were too ordinary, her hair too bright, and her Glasgow accent too pronounced. She’d lost the broad Glasgow accent, but had enough left to betray her origins.
“Please call me Richard. I was in Glasgow, just last week. It’s a very lively city.”
Catriona was grateful he at least was trying to put her at her ease. It was fortunate he’d not asked which part of Glasgow she was from, and wondered if they already knew.
“Indeed it is. Do you go there often, Richard?”
“No, just the occasional business trip. Have you lived in Sheffield long?”
“About seven years.”
“What do you do for a living?”
“I trained as an accountant.” Richard Webster was tall, graying and distinguished. His manners were impeccable, and every bit as polished as his son’s. He tried to counteract the icy waves of disapproval they all could feel flowing from his wife, but even his practised urbanity was not up to that task.
She noticed the smile of derision on Mrs Webster’s face.
“And do you still work as an accountant, Miss Guthrie?” she asked.
“Yes and no, I am employed to look after the accounts for the club I work in.”
“Shall we order now?” Catriona was grateful Richard had interrupted as she feared she wouldn’t be able to keep her temper if Angel’s mother criticised her choice of profession. They consulted the menus and chose their meal. She realised that his mother was watching her to see if she knew which knife and fork to use. She smiled to herself. Her teacher, Miss Jepherson, had seen to all that. Catriona had been a gauche little girl, but Miss Jepherson had seen her potential and done all she could to give her poise and polish. Mrs Webster was not going to be able to fault her table manners.
However, by the end of the meal, Catriona was feeling awkward, and a little gauche. She was glad when Angel stood.
“I’m sorry but we have to go now. We’re going to Jinny’s pottery exhibition.”
“How is dear Jinny? Do give her my love, such a delightful girl and so talented. She comes from such a decent family, too,” Mrs Webster positively gushed.
“Oh, I haven’t seen much of her lately,” Angel replied.
“That’s such a shame. I had high hopes for the two of you.”
“Good-bye, Catriona. I hope to see you again soon.” Mr Webster took her hand, pressing it warmly.
“Good-bye, Richard, Mrs Webster. It’s been a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for a delightful meal.”
“Miss Guthrie.” Neither woman wished to meet the other ever again. Mr Webster pressed her hand once more and smiled encouragingly.
There was a short pause as they both looked at one another. She was the Domme, so it was up to her to…Suddenly, she felt herself enfolded in strong arms and pressed to his body all along her length. She felt her nipples bead and her pussy leak moisture as he held her tight. She felt his heartbeat speed up, and the long, hard ridge of his erection pressed into her. He sighed and kissed her cheek, then suddenly it was all too much. She pulled back out of his arms, and began to strip off his clothes. He got the message, and stripped hers off, too. Buttons flew off. There was a rip of some garment or other, she couldn’t tell if it was his or hers. Then she was naked and so was he. The heat of him was incredible. He turned and threw off the bed covers, leaving only the sheet. He picked her up and deposited her gently on the bed. Then he stood back for a moment and looked at her.
“Mistress Catriona, you’re so beautiful. I could eat you.”
He lowered himself to the bed and proceeded to do just that. He started on her feet, kneading and caressing her toes and the arches. She giggled and squirmed as his touch tickled her. She watched him as he stored the information. He wasn’t going to be a doormat, she knew, and all he learned he would use. He bent to lick his way up one leg as far as her pussy, and she arched her back in an automatic reflex. He just smiled and did the same to the other leg. He’s going to pay for the teasing, she promised herself. He got on his hands and knees over her, and, framing her face with his hands, he kissed her. He licked and nibbled the corners of her mouth, and along her lips. His mouth was warm and featherlight to start with, but soon he became more forceful, as she opened her mouth and invited him in. His mouth crushed hers, and his hands tightened about her face. His tongue duelled with hers, stroking and tangling in an erotic dance. Then he sucked her tongue into his mouth and invited her to do the same to him. Nothing loth, she took over the kiss, and invaded his mouth with her tongue. She explored every inch of his mouth, and couldn’t get enough of his taste. She was brought back to earth with a bump, as one strong hand kneaded her breast gently, but with ever-increasing pressure as she moaned and arched her back, pushing her breast into his hand.
“More, harder!” she said.
He took her nipple in his fingers and tweaked, flicked, and pulled on it, until she was incoherent in her pleas. She wanted more. The bite of pain was exquisite, and she writhed under his knowing fingers. She could feel his eyes on her, and knew he was assessing and storing information. She’d no problem with that. If this was his idea of lovemaking, she was more than happy to go along with it, this time. Next time, it would be on her terms, and her turn to explore and assess. He turned his attentions to the other breast, and she moaned.
“My Angel, harder.”
He obliged, and then his hand sank lower, and he inserted one finger in the slick folds of her labia. She was so wet. He took his finger away. She protested.
“Angel, no! Don’t stop! Give me more. Fuck me now!”
She heard his laugh, and vowed he’d pay for it. He slid down her body, and positioned himself between her thighs. She wouldn’t have closed them if she could, but, with his broad shoulders propping her legs apart, she was open to all he wished to do. Using one hand, he parted her labia, bent his head and inhaled.
“Your scent drives me wild,” he said.
“Bloody get on with it then,” she groused.
He bent and licked his way slowly up her slit, until his tongue made contact with her clit, and she gasped. He knew exactly how much pressure to use, and soon she was writhing under his strong strokes, as he brought her, inexorably, to the edge of orgasm. Then he stopped.
“What the fuck!” she ground out.
He chuckled again and said, “You can pay me in kind later, Mistress Catriona.”
“Too bloody right I’ll pay you! You’re going to regret those words!”
“I can’t wait,” he said, amusement evident in his voice.
“Well, you will be waiting, and the longer you make me wait, the longer you’ll wait. Be warned.”
Catriona was getting more pissed off by the moment. No bloody sub had ever dared to do this to her, and he wasn’t going to be the first. He must have been watching her face, because he smiled again, and asked, “This isn’t what you expected, Mistress Catriona?”