Reconciliation [Prometheus in Chains 5] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Clair de Lune Page B

garden and the weather for the day. She glanced down and gasped. Master Llewellyn was in the garden in just a pair of sweatpants. He’d stayed the night before in the spare room. He and Master Angus had chatted over drinks until late. They’d had a lot of catching up to do, Master had said when he finally came to join her in their bed.
    Master Llewellyn was a sight for sore eyes. He was a huge man. He was tall and broad with a well-muscled back, and his chest was covered in curling black hair which grew to a point over his flat stomach and disappeared into his sweatpants. He had short black hair and deep blue eyes set wide apart under beetling black brows. His lips were full and sensual. His arms were covered in curling black hair, too, and were well muscled. His long, elegant feet were bare, and his legs were splayed, straining against the fabric of the pants and showing the corded muscles working. Now his back was to her, and tattooed upon it was the rampant red dragon of Wales, whose tail curled around his hip and disappeared around to the front. She could imagine where it went. Then he turned slightly, and she saw the erect cock in his pants, and from the look of it, that was where the tail of the dragon ended.
    “Oh my.” She breathed. She felt her eyes grow big and round, and her tongue snaked out to lick her lips. She couldn’t breathe, and she could feel her cunt drip moisture down her thighs.
    He was engaged in graceful controlled movements, and the muscles of his back rippled and bunched as he moved.
    “Tae kwon do,” a voice murmured in her ear, and she jumped and squeaked. She was startled, as she had not heard her Master get up or come up behind her. She had been far too absorbed in the sight they now both contemplated.
    “That dragon,” she managed to say.
    “If you ask nicely he’ll show you where the tail ends. Be prepared to be surprised,” he said and chuckled.
    They went downstairs together and began to prepare the breakfast.
    She had decided to give them all a full English breakfast. Master Llewellyn’s praise of the night before had given her something to live up to. She made porridge and fried eggs and bacon. Toast and oatcakes and marmalade would follow, and her Master made a huge pot of coffee. She preferred tea so he also made a pot of English breakfast tea.
    Master Llewellyn came in, and she heard his deep laugh when Master Angus spoke to him, in a whisper.
    “So you are curious, cariad?” Master Llewellyn asked.
    She blushed and looked down, but curiosity overcame her shyness. She peeked and squeaked when she saw him standing with his pants about his ankles and his huge erect cock emerging from its nest of curly hair, as black as the coal from the valleys of Wales, and bobbing in front of her. The tail of the dragon curled around his hip and ended partway along his cock. She felt her eyes grow round again, and her tongue snaked out to lick her lips. She couldn’t speak, and her pussy was wet. Both men laughed.
    “He usually has that effect,” Master Angus said.
    Llewellyn pulled up the sweatpants and tucked his cock back inside them. Master Angus took him upstairs to find him towels for his shower while she finished frying the bacon as best she could in the state she was now in. Fortunately Master Angus had a sense of humour, and he was sure of her devotion to him alone. She could look and admire his friend, but she had no desire for anyone but Angus, and he knew it. The three of them had breakfast together and Jane got to know Llewellyn better as they chatted.

Chapter Two
     
    That evening Jane and her Master went to Prometheus in Chains with Llewellyn, who had liked what he saw when he called in to see Prometheus. The quiet elegance of the entrance impressed him. Llewellyn knew Prometheus was proud of the club and happy to show him around and explain the facilities, and he was still talking as they went into the main room. Llewellyn breathed deeply of the smell he loved and