Catriona's Golden Angel [Prometheus in Chains 6] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Free Page A

sign. She realised, with a self-deprecatory smile, that her mood had improved a great deal.
    She had her coffee and was catching up on her chores when the phone rang. She answered it, expecting a “survey” or some other intrusion into her life, but the voice on the other end sent shivers down her spine.
    “Hello, Mistress Catriona. I was wondering if my flowers had arrived?”
    “Yes, Angel, they did. They’re beautiful, thank you.”
    “Thank you, Mistress Catriona, for a lovely lunch.”
    Catriona decided she must take charge now that he’d done all the correct things so far, just the way she liked it.
    “I’d like to see you again, Angel, why don’t you come to the club tonight?”
    “I’m not a member, Mistress Catriona.”
    “I’ll leave a note at reception that you’re my guest,” she offered.
    “Thank you, Mistress Catriona. Then it will be my pleasure.”
    She was pleased to hear he didn’t gush or grovel. Sub he might be, doormat he wasn’t, and she didn’t like doormats.
    She dressed with particular care that evening, laughing at herself as she looked in the mirror for the third time, and sprayed on a second application of her favourite perfume, Issey Miyake. That was a very appropriate perfume for a female rope Top. She hoped he liked it, as she didn’t want to give it up. She looked forward to the negotiations about such things, if it progressed so far. She had a feeling it would. She had thought he was the one when she first saw him, and nothing that had occurred so far had caused her to change her mind. Donning her emerald-green corset again, she settled it, and added her leather miniskirt and black patent boots with four-inch heels, reaching just over her knees. She put on a necklace of black jet, composed of layer after layer of beads, tapering to a final single bead that nestled between her breasts. She brushed out her long hair, and she was ready. Calling for a taxi, she donned the black raincoat, reaching down to her ankles. She buttoned it up and belted it tightly around her waist. She was ready!

Chapter Four
     
    Luckily, she was not on dungeon monitor duty tonight. Prometheus was in the process of rearranging the roster and would see that all Doms affected got one, by the next evening, he said. Eric was behind the bar, and he whistled as she stalked into the club.
    “Oh my, Catriona. Someone is in for it tonight.”
    She laughed at him as she looked around the room. It was early yet, so she didn’t expect Angel any time soon, but she was mistaken. Over in the uncollared subs area, he was sitting chatting to the other subs. She walked over, and they all fell to their knees.
    “Come with me, Angel,” she said. He got up and followed her over to a secluded armchair. Like several others, a Japanese painted screen provided a measure of privacy from the rest of the main room. She sat in the chair, and indicated the large cushion on the floor.
    “Kneel,” she said. He knelt on the cushion.
    “We have to talk tonight, Angel, and in the club, as it’s about us as Domme and sub.”
    She well knew what she wanted in a sub. She wanted honesty and intelligence, but above all a sense of humour. She needed him to be articulate and willing to try new things. She wanted him to respect her, but to want the respect going both ways. She’d found that men, in general, were more articulate, less passive, and more willing to ask for what they wanted. She’d had female subs but preferred a man.
    “Yes, Mistress Catriona,” he replied, as he gazed into her eyes. For a moment she lost the thread of what she had intended to say. She was lost in his large hazel eyes. Then the Domme took over, and she began negotiations.
    “You have no Dom?”
    “No, Mistress Catriona.”
    “Could you be happy with a female?”
    “Undoubtedly, Mistress Catriona. I prefer Dommes.”
    “Why is that, Angel?”
    “I prefer women to men. I’ve been with men, but vastly prefer a woman. I want a Domme. I know I’m