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

submissive and I need a Domme to guide me. My job is stressful. I have to make decisions which affect people in a positive, but also in a negative way. I want to have someone who will guide me, in my time at work and away from work.”
    She was pleased with his full answer. He’d thought about it, evidently.
    “I don’t want a slave,” she stated categorically.
    “I don’t want to be a slave, but I am looking for a 24/7 D/s relationship,” he replied.
    “I don’t share,” she stated.
    “I don’t want to share or be shared. I want one woman to serve, who will direct me, care for me, and accept that I am human and will make mistakes,” Angel stated.
    “That goes both ways. Dommes can make mistakes,” she said.
    “It takes a special Dom or Domme to admit that, Mistress Catriona.”
    This was going very well, in fact far too well. There had to be a catch somewhere. He’d given her perfect answers to all the questions she’d asked, and his opinions seemed to be in perfect synch with hers. Could he be the forever one? she wondered.
    “I have a collar here, a temporary one. Would you like to wear it?”
    “I would be honoured to wear your collar, Mistress Catriona.”
    “It will make things easier in the club. We can get a temporary membership for you, and meet here in the evenings. Do you want to ask anything?”
    She was pleased to see him pause and think, then he said, “I would like to see you outside the club, Mistress Catriona. If we are going to have the 24/7 D/s relationship, it makes sense to explore it outside, too. We won’t be in the club all the time, and there may be things about me, when I’m not in the club, that you don’t like.”
    How tactful he was. He hadn’t said there might be things about her he might not like. He was right, too. They had to know as much as possible about each other. She saw him look at the collar she had given him. A small smile made the corners of his mouth turn up as he saw the little cat etched on the disc. He seemed pleased with it, and, when he wore it, all in Prometheus in Chains would know he was hers !
    “It’s Friday today. Why not come and spend the weekend with me? You can return home on Sunday evening, or bring your business suit, and go to work from my flat on Monday. Whichever you prefer, unless you have previous commitments?” she offered.
    “I have only one thing I have to do this weekend, but maybe we can do it together? I have to go to the opening of an exhibition of pottery. A good friend is putting it on at her gallery. That’s on Saturday evening.”
    There was a twinge of something. Could it be jealousy? she asked herself. He said her gallery, but this was stupid. He must have friends and had had a life before her, so it would be better to go and find out about it. She accepted gracefully. It was decided between them that, when the club closed, he would drive her to his flat. She would go in and wait until he packed. She liked that idea. She would be able to see what his flat was like. The decor, the tidiness or otherwise, what his tastes in books, music, and films were, all would help her to know him better.
    Soon, but not soon enough for her, which was strange as usually she loved being in Prometheus in Chains, the familiar winding down chant of Alberto Turco was played, and they went to get their coats. He opened the door of the club, stood back to let her precede him, then he led her over to a large saloon car. Catriona knew little about cars, but she knew luxury when she saw it. The hand-stitched leather seats in dark blue and the clunk as the door closed told her this was top of the range. He made sure her seat belt was fastened, then he drove her to his flat.
    She watched him, as he negotiated the early-morning traffic. He drove smoothly, in control, and within the speed limits . A law-abiding man then? Will he be averse to taking risks? Or is he just careful in a car? She would have to explore that. She was excited and energised, as