Saving Master Rafael (MMF)

Prometheus in Chains 11

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 25,073
5 Ratings (4.6)
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, spanking, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
You often find love when you are least prepared for it. Devastated by the tragedy for which he blames himself, Master Rafael Flores is a changed man, allowing no one to get close to him. A reluctant participant  in the sub auction arranged by Mistress Catriona, Jess Morgan and Heather Saxton steal his heart. After a night of passion, very reluctantly he leaves them, believing that to be in their best interests.
Heather is heartbroken and takes a long time to pull herself together. Jess blames himself, seeking release from his guilt in pain, administered by an understanding Dom.  
Enter Mistress Catriona with some good advice. Will Rafael see the sense in what she says, and will he act upon it in time to save Jess from a new and sadistic Dom? Heather begins to see how selfish she has been and decides to cook up a scheme to move events along. Will she succeed? Or will Master Rafael hold out against her and his own heart?
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Saving Master Rafael (MMF)
5 Ratings (4.6)

Saving Master Rafael (MMF)

Prometheus in Chains 11

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 25,073
5 Ratings (4.6)
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I very much enjoy how Clair brings life to her stories. The emotions and intimacy of their developing relationship creates a wonderfully spicy romantic tale.
i loved this one more book to read over and over




Thyme’s last thought before she lost consciousness was “Where is Master Rafael? Why didn’t he come when I called him?”

The police and paramedics did their jobs quickly and efficiently. The man and the woman were removed from the crushed car with the help of the Fire Brigade and an ambulance rushed them to the local hospital while the paramedics struggled to keep them alive. The man died in the ambulance, but the woman clung stubbornly to life. She had a handbag with sufficient identification to confirm her name and address. The man’s wallet had the same address, so a car with two constables was dispatched to break the news. It was one of the most hated duties the police were called upon to perform, and no-one liked or wanted it, but it had to be done. 


* * * *


Rafael Flores saw the police car parked outside the block of flats where he lived. He thought nothing of it until, stepping out of the lift on the third floor, he saw two constables waiting outside the door of his flat. He paled and hurried toward them.

“Can we come inside for a moment, sir?” one of the constables asked.

Rafael’s heart lurched, and he leaned on the wall for support.

“Mama?” he asked.

“It will be better if we speak inside,” the constable said. He held out his hand, and Rafael gave him the keys to the flat. The constable opened the door and handed the keys back, then Rafael preceded them into his home. He took them to the living room, and they all sat down. Rafael noticed the two men were very young and seemed not to be at ease with what they were doing.

“Do you know Thyme Appleyard and Johann Roth?”

“Yes, they live here with me. What is it?”

“I am sorry to tell you that they were involved in a car accident earlier today.”

“How are they? Can I go and see them? Where are they?”

“I regret to say that Johann Roth died of his injuries in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Miss Thyme Appleyard is in intensive care. Are you related to them, sir?”

“We all live together here. I want to see her now please.”

“We will take you, and I’m afraid I must ask you to identify the body, unless Johann has family in this country?”

“No, he doesn’t. He is estranged from his family. Thyme and I are all the family he has. Can we go now?”

Rafael felt sick. He had been one pissed-off Dom because he’d been obliged to work this afternoon. That new batch of waiters he was training for one of Sheffield’s top hotels was not up to scratch yet, and he had a lot of work to do to ensure they were ready in time. It was so hard to find suitable material these days. He had been worried about his sub Johann and he couldn’t understand what the pair of them were doing out driving. Where did they have to go? He’d told them to stay in and he’d be back as soon as ever he could, and then they’d go out for a meal before they went to Prometheus in Chains, the BDSM club where he worked. Why hadn’t they called him on his mobile? He took it out of his pocket only to find it was dead. All in all it was a right royal mess. Now he had to find out what had happened and when Thyme would be coming home.

The policemen took him to intensive care and said they’d wait as they needed him to identify Johann. He walked into the ward and was shocked to see the small figure lying in the bed like a broken doll. Her face was cut, but worse was the array of machines to which she was connected. They beeped and lights flashed at intervals. Rafael thought he’d never seen a more pathetic figure in his life. The nurse brought a chair for him.

“She’s conscious and can talk a bit, but please try not to tire her.”

“I won’t,” Rafael said. He badly wanted to ask what was wrong and how long it would take to put right, but that would have to wait now. He sat down and put his large tanned hand over Thyme’s small pale one. She opened her eyes. He was struck as always by their size and deep-purple colour. Today she had a sad and troubled look in them.

“What is it, my Thyme? What is the matter? Are you in pain?”

“Is anyone else here, Master?”

“No, pet, there is no-one but me.”

“Master, I need to tell you what happened.”

“Very well, pet. Don’t distress yourself. I can wait.”

“No, Master. I fear I can’t wait. I don’t have much time.”

“I’m here, and I’m listening, my pet.” Rafael squeezed her fingers then bent his head to kiss her hand.




Jess stood up and she heard the rasp of cloth against his legs as he did as he was bid. It took a while, and she saw in her mind’s eye his thick and swollen cock and knew it wouldn’t be easy to push his tight boxers and fitted jeans over that hard erection. Then he gasped. Heather guessed that their Dom had taken the opportunity to caress Jess’s cock, which he seemed to do as often as he could.

“It seems that you are pleased to see me,” Master Rafael said.

So she’d been right. Jess moaned. She knew that sound. Master Rafael must be rubbing the head of Jess’s cock, which would be leaking pre-cum. “It seems you didn’t get enough at the club. I will remedy that later. Now bend over that desk.” Master Rafael caressed her quivering globes, and then his hand left her and she heard the soft intake of breath that told her he was doing the same to Jess.

“Such a beautiful sight I see before me. Soon you will be red and glowing. Now will it be the paddle, a crop, or my hand? Mmm, decisions.” At a whimper from her that she couldn’t contain, he chuckled again.

“I see you aren’t fond of either the paddle or the crop, my little pet. I will remember that for a future occasion. This isn’t such a severe infraction that it merits either. You could argue that I didn’t tell you not to break into my flat, so you haven’t really disobeyed me.” Heather judged it best to keep silent. She was in enough trouble already.

“I’ll use my hand. In any case, I love to feel the increasing warmth as I spank you.”

He began to pepper their behinds. The only respite was when he was spanking Jess. At first the blows stung, and she cried out. Jess managed to keep silent. Gradually as Master Rafael paused to caress her bottom after he’d spanked her, the feeling changed. The bite of pain and the tingling heat aroused her. She could tell that Jess was in the same state as he moaned and squirmed beside her.

“Well, Heather, my pet, you are enjoying this.” She blushed as she, too, could feel the cream running down her thighs. He leaned over and breathed deeply.

“What a glorious odour. Better than all the perfumes of Arabia.” As he spoke, he fucked her with his fingers, and she cried out as he massaged her G-spot.

She was dripping wet. He fucked her a few times with his fingers and loved her moans of appreciation.

“No, Master, please don’t stop,” she protested as he withdrew his fingers. But it seemed he was too eager to be inside her. He parted her pussy lips and thrust his hot, rock-hard erection deep into her pussy. She moaned again in pleasure as his dick stroked over her G-spot with every purposeful thrust. She pushed herself backward to receive every deep stroke and clenched her pussy muscles rhythmically, resisting his withdrawal. She was enjoying this every bit as much as he was. He growled his appreciation. Holding her firmly by her waist, he powered in and out of her until he stilled as she convulsed in orgasm around his dick. The ripples of her cunt muscles in aftershock drove him over the edge, and he groaned as hot, sticky ropes of his seed pulsed out of him and deep inside her. His legs went weak, and he collapsed over the desk, one hand on either side of her taking his weight as he struggled to remain upright on wobbly legs. His heart beat furiously for a while, but gradually he recovered, stood up, and pulled her to her feet. Turning her toward him in his arms, he tipped up her chin with one hand and kissed her long and deeply as she cuddled into his embrace and pressed herself against him.

“Ready for more, pet? Jess is unsatisfied and needs relief.” He lifted her onto the desk, and she lay back. Jess gathered her legs over his arms and fucked her long, deep, and hard as they both enjoyed. Turning her head to one side, she saw Master Rafael’s cock, softening now, but there was no condom on it. What did that mean? She couldn’t process it then as Jess stilled, and then she felt his hot release deep inside her and he let her legs fall. He collapsed over her, taking the weight on his arms until he recovered himself long enough to stand up.

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