Catriona's Golden Angel [Prometheus in Chains 6] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Clair de Lune Page B

cunt, like a limpet. Taking the hood of her clit in his teeth, he nipped her and lashed his tongue back and forth over the tiny bundle of nerves, sending her higher and higher. She clutched at his hair, and his golden mane flowed over her and tickled her pussy, as he used his talented tongue to bring her to completion. She exploded into his mouth, in a tremendous wave of release. She was a squirter, and her juices shot onto his tongue, and he swallowed them down in satisfaction. Her limbs shook, and she moaned as he continued to suckle and lash her with his tongue, until the aftershocks ceased. He led her to a comfortable chair, and placed a cushion on the floor. Then he settled on the cushion by her side, with his arms clasped about her calf, his head on one thigh, and gazed worshipfully at her. She, in her turn, bent her head and kissed him long and slowly, then released his mouth, and ran her still-trembling fingers through his glorious blond mane. She sighed in ecstasy.
    Later they ate the Knickerbocker Glory he prepared. She fed him with her long spoon as they both loved to do. They decided she would move in that week. She would need a couple of days to pack her things and dispose of any furniture, books, and CDs she didn’t want to keep. He had room in his kitchen units for all her lovely china, and showed her the space he’d prepared in his bedroom for her clothes.
    “You were so sure that I would say yes?” she asked playfully. “What would you have done if I’d declined to move in with you?”
    “Got on my knees and begged!” he said simply. She believed him. She’d wanted to move in with him, but had wanted it to be his request. Now she had all she wanted and could sit back and enjoy her life as never before.

Chapter Ten
     
    For days Catriona had been getting odd looks from some people at the club. She’d had no new clients for a while and that puzzled her. All the old faithfuls turned up, as regular as clockwork but she sensed there was something going on. She couldn’t put her finger on it but there was an atmosphere in the club and it seemed to involve her. She’d no idea why until she overheard a conversation, one evening.
    “I tell you it’s true, she almost killed someone. Had them tied up and suspended, didn’t check the ties until the woman passed out, then she had no EMT shears with her, she’d forgotten the bloody things. Had it not been for Master Roger, she’d have had a death on her hands.”
    “I can’t believe it’s true. She’s so careful and professional.”
    “She is now, because she had a close shave, so she plays it safe now.”
    Catriona was appalled. She wouldn’t tackle the sub. She didn’t trust herself. She might throttle the stupid cunt! Why this now? She loved the aesthetic of neatly tied rope. She’d always been careful not to have ties that constricted or cut off blood flow. With practice had come competence, and although she preferred the slow way in her private play, she could perform with speed and dexterity, but above all, safety, if that was what a client required.
    Where had this sub got such a rumour from? Had someone confronted her, she could have refuted the allegation. She would not deign to question the subs. No bloody wonder there was an atmosphere. No wonder there were some funny looks coming her way and no new clients had approached her. No one wanted a rope Top who might injure them or worse.
    She brought the subject up at the next weekly Doms’ meeting.
    “Someone is circulating rumours about my competence. I heard that new sub, Lulu telling one of the others I almost killed a woman by neglect and incompetence. I want this sorted. I can’t do it myself.”
    Llewellyn, the Dom in charge of training, had seen she was worried and had taken his concerns to Eric, who loved nothing more than to get his teeth into a problem. 
    “We all know that these rumours are just that, Catriona,” Prometheus soothed.
    “Well, you might, but others don’t.