Jack and Jill (MF)

Prometheus in Chains 9

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 21,692
6 Ratings (4.8)

[Siren Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, public exhibition, Kinbaku, flogging, cropping, sex toys, HEA]

Jack Robinson has lost his memory in a raid on a crack house and is struggling to adjust to its slow return. Jill Lowther wants to find her online Dom who is missing, fearing he needs help. They meet in Prometheus in Chains and are instantly attracted to each other.

Sparks fly when Jack won't talk about his past, leading to a spanking for Jill. Her online Dom leaves a message to say he is safe and Jill realises she's falling for Jack. She is determined to provoke a reaction from him and, in doing so, gets herself into a dangerous situation with another Dom.

Will Jack rescue her in time, and what price will he pay? When he gets his memory back, what does he find out about himself and Jill? Do they have a future together?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Jack and Jill (MF)
6 Ratings (4.8)

Jack and Jill (MF)

Prometheus in Chains 9

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 21,692
6 Ratings (4.8)
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Just love an assertive sub like Jill, though I do agree with Prometheus that all the Doms in the club seem to be getting married. The loss of memory theme was a nice change of pace and kept me reading. Actually, I couldn't put it down until the end. Just had to see if it turned out the way I was hoping/expecting. Wasn't disappointed.
The book is very exciting. I wasn't able to put it down. Great story excellent written.



“What a thing to happen, and on his last day on the job, too,” Prometheus said to Angus, his old friend and the other partner in Prometheus in Chains, as they walked along the hospital corridor to Jack's room.

“What did happen to him exactly?”

“He was in charge of a raid on a crack house. You know Jack, a ‘come on, boys,’ type. He’d rather lead from the front than encourage from the side-lines. He was first to the door, wielding the battering ram with his sergeant behind him. When the explosion occurred, he was flung back and hit his head.”

“How long will he be in hospital?” Angus asked.

“Well, the concussion resulted in a temporary loss of memory. He doesn’t know who he is or who I am. He has little memory of his life at all.”

“Have they any idea how long it’s likely to last?” Angus inquired anxiously.

“No, he has to have patience.”

“Jack never did patience.”

“Well, let’s hope that’s one of the things he’s forgotten then,” Prometheus said. By this time he and Angus had arrived at the private room they had insisted on providing for Jack. He was lying in bed. His head was bandaged, and there was a frown on his face.

“I see you’ve come back, but I still don’t remember anything,” Jack said sourly.

“Patience, man, patience. Maybe when you’re back in your own home it will come back,” Prometheus said. “Don’t try and force it. That’s the worst thing you can do.”

 “When will he be able to go back home?” Angus asked.

“They say in another couple of days. They also say that I shall remember some things and not others to start with and it won’t all come back at the same time or in the right order,” Jack said rather resentfully.

“We’ll do all we can. One of us will be with you every day until your memory comes back," Angus promised.

“Well neither of you are my type. I do know that,” Jack said tartly.

“What is your type?” Prometheus asked with a laugh in his voice.

“I have no bloody idea, but I know it’s not men by the way my cock swells when that little nurse comes in to take my temperature.”

“Been at the nurses already, old son?” Prometheus asked.

“There’s a small one called Judith. She can give me a bed-bath any day of the week.”

“I see some things haven’t changed. You remember what to do with it?”

“Just give me half a chance and I’ll show you. I had a knock on the head. I didn’t have my equipment amputated. At least I hope not. I can still feel it.”

“No loss of sense of humour I see. Now let’s go over some of the facts of your life again,” Angus suggested.

“Facts of life? I haven’t forgotten them, old son.”


* * * *


Rosemary was frantic. It had been four days now and nothing from Magister. Could something have happened to him? What if it had? I don’t know him. I don’t know his name or where he lives. I know nothing about him. No, that’s not quite true. I know he’s a Dom, so he’ll be in the lifestyle. I get on well with him. He’s kind and caring. Aren’t all Doms like that? Isn’t it part of being a Dom? Magister said, “A good Dom is hard to find these days.” Well she’d found one. She wanted to know more about him. Suppose he did have a wife? Suppose he was fat and bald? No, he couldn’t be. Fate couldn’t be so cruel. He didn’t sound like that. Now what do I mean by that? I haven’t spoken to him. Can you tell what a person’s like from a chat room? Is he being honest? You hear so many scare stories. There was only one way to find out, and she’d no idea how she was going to manage to do it.

She went on-line and talked to the group. They were all upset and concerned. The general consensus was that something had happened to him.

“He would have told us if he’d been going to go away just like he always does,” one girl said.

“He’d never stop doing this without warning us,” another said, and they all agreed with Jill that something was wrong. No one could suggest what to do next. She suggested they all sent him e-mails and agree to meet the next evening to see if anyone had any bright ideas.

When the next evening came, no one had thought of anything useful. No hackers or computer wizards magically discovered his name and address. Facebook refused to divulge any information. They went back to sift through previous conversations for clues but found nothing. Only five members of the group had joined the chat. As the evening went on, all the rest left. Rosemary realised that no one but her was really interested. He’d gone, and they drifted away. Rosemary wouldn’t desert him. He’d always been there for her. She felt somehow that he needed her. It was time to repay him his past kindness. She’d find Magister. She went back to re-reading all the conversations she’d had with him on Facebook chat. Somewhere there had to be something, and she was going to find it. Hours later and she’d found nothing.




He leaned down and tentatively touched his lips to hers. She didn’t move away, so his tongue slipped out and licked gently at the seam of her lips and she moaned. He took her hands and pulled her out of her seat and into his arms. Her arms crept around his neck, and she pressed herself to him. He backed into the side of the car, pulling her with him. He nibbled and sucked at her lips as she wriggled as close as he could. His cock was swollen, and his trousers felt tight and uncomfortable. Her lips parted, and his tongue slipped between them, searching and finding hers to stroke and suckle. He explored every part of her mouth then invited her to do to the same to his. She responded, and their tongues tangled. The kiss deepened. His cock demanded action. Supper and the promised drink were forgotten.

“Not here in the car-park,” he said gruffly. “Come back home with me.

“Yes, please,” she said. Reluctantly he let her go. She got back in the car and fastened her seat belt. He got in and drove off as Rosemary made a quick call to tell Jane where she was going. His flat was twenty minutes away, and by the time he got there, he was desperate for release. His boxers and trousers seemed to have shrunk. No matter how he shifted to adjust them, they were painful. Once they were through the front door, it all became too urgent. They stripped off their clothes, strewing them on the floor as he led her to the bedroom. He pulled the covers off the bed, and then he finished taking off his boxers, not an easy task with his cock swollen and throbbing.

“Condom?” she asked. He took a couple out of the small drawer in his night table and tore the foil wrapper off one of them. Kneeling in front of him, she rolled it onto his cock with great care. She fingered his balls in his sac with one hand, gripping the base of his cock with the other as she slowly lowered her head and took him in her hot, little mouth. After running her tongue over the head of his shaft, she licked all the way down to where her hand gripped him then licked and nibbled her way back to the head, making sure she paid attention to the huge vein that pulsed on the side. He gripped her head with his hands, fisting them in her hair and holding her to him. She sucked in her cheeks and began to bob up and down on his dick. All too soon he felt the familiar electric tingles in the base of his spine. His hips bucked, out of his control now, and she stilled, allowing him to fuck her mouth. With a shout he came, his legs shook as his cock spurted hot semen, and he almost saw stars. His legs were wobbly, and he stumbled over to the bed taking her with him. They collapsed on the bed side by side, and he held her in his arms until his heart stopped hammering. He removed the condom, and then he cuddled her close and breathed in her scent and found it pleasing. She smelled of some flowery perfume and her own spicy arousal. He kissed her long and deeply, and she purred in her throat and responded ardently to his caresses. He stroked her breast with his hand then took her swollen little nipple between his fingers and pulled and tweaked it. She writhed under his hand, and her little moans of pleasure increased his enjoyment and his ardour. He kissed her lips, slipping his tongue into the moist heat of her mouth. He sucked on her tongue, explored every ridge and secret place in her mouth, and invited her to do the same. His tongue left her mouth, and he licked a slow trail down her throat and around each breast. He loved the spicy taste of her skin and the way she arched her back to get his tongue just where she wanted it. He licked along her breasts and finally gave her the satisfaction of taking her nipple into his mouth, holding it between his teeth and flicking his tongue over it until she sobbed her appreciation. Then he transferred his attentions to her other breast and nipple.

“Please, please,” she begged. He suckled hard, and she shrieked. He smiled and soothed her, then licked a slow trail down her stomach toward her pussy lips. She pushed her hips up, and he licked lazy circles around her stomach, getting nearer and nearer to her pussy as she writhed and moaned in her urgent anticipation. His fingers parted her lips, and he penetrated her with them, fucking them in deeply, stroking over her G-spot then twisting and scissoring as he withdrew. Her sobbing moans were his reward. His mouth descended on her clit, and he flicked the tip over it. Pushing back the hood, he flicked her clit more firmly, finally suckling it into his mouth, and he felt her tense and then scream as she flew over the edge. He didn’t cease his ministrations until she had a second orgasm. Then he took the other condom, ripped the foil, and rolled it onto his cock. He parted her thighs and pushed home into her pussy.

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