Learning to Live with Her Master [Prometheus in Chains 4] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Free Page A

gracefully. Maybe disgracefully now he thought about those emerald toe and fingernails. She had very definite thoughts on what was right for her. He remembered her words, “No use dressing as a teenager and looking ridiculous. You may have to be old, but you don’t have to be boring. There is nothing wrong with making the best of what you have. Just do it with grace and avoid the ridiculous. Who would want to be a teenager again with all that angst?”
    Angus would always look at nice legs or pert breasts like any red-blooded man would, but he didn’t want that for himself. It was too much work, and there were too many tantrums. All he really wanted was his Jane. She still had problems with her shape and size, but in deference to his wishes, she tried not to let it show. He supposed most women felt the same, and airbrushed pictures of stick-thin “celebrities” did not help. He desired her and loved her just the way she was. She’d told him she loved to read erotic novels, even if the heroines were young, slim, and beautiful, so he had bought her the latest e-book reader to bring away with her and loaded it up with erotic novels. Laughing, she had asked if he thought she’d have time to read, and he had told her she could read to him. As she blushed, he’d told her, “In fiction, all subs are slim, petite, and beautiful with long, flowing tresses. In real life it takes all sorts, and you are my sort, never forget it,” and she’d smiled and snuggled up to him with her head on his shoulder and her hand fisted in his shirt. She smelled of summer and flowers and some sort of spice. Maybe it was cinnamon. She certainly ate enough of it.
    He thought back to their day. He’d booked tickets to see the Alhambra, choosing the first visit of the day so it would not be so crowded. They had ascended the slope out of the shop and ticket office with their audio guides tuned in. Once over the hill, the Alhambra lay below, and he had allowed Jane to hurry him down to see it. He had enjoyed looking at her as she was struck speechless by its beauty and the use of water as an art form. The sound of running water and the reflection of the ornately carved ceilings in the still pools of water made it a magical place.
    He’d taken her to lunch in the old town higher on the hill, and then they had gone to visit the cathedral. The small shops selling tea and spices in the arcades under the cathedral would have been there for centuries. She had surprised both him and the young man selling tea by her ability to speak Spanish. The young man had been charmed and paid her compliments. Not that Angus understood Spanish, but he saw her blush and say thank you as the young man gave her the tea she’d bought and a few sticks of cinnamon as a gift. He thought her adorable.
    He could smell the spices in the tea now. The whole room was redolent of orange and her beloved cinnamon. Then she awoke and smiled sleepily up at him and he stopped thinking and took her in his arms.
    “Time to get up and pack to move on to Cordoba,” he said. She protested, snuggling back under the covers, and he stripped them off her and swatted her bottom, until, moaning, she turned over and spread her legs so he could see how wet he had made her. He loved the way she offered herself to him now. She no longer worried about how she’d measure up. He had made sure she knew he fancied her. What can a gentleman do when his ladylove makes her desires so plain? He obliges her of course. Lowering himself onto the bed between her legs, he curled his arms around her thighs, anchoring her. He proceeded to lick away all the cream she had created due to his spanking. As fast as he licked, she made more so in the end he settled for nipping and suckling her clit until she came. He watched the usual rush of pleasure make her lift her back off the bed and clutch at his hair in her ecstasy.
    “Oh, Master.” She sighed, limp in his arms.
    He was not satisfied with one orgasm for her and