Secrets Uncovered

by Raven McAllan

  Attached to the waistband by a safety pin was a thong, and a note—

  Thought you might like this.

  He was right. Kath put the thong on and it sat snugly under her bump. Then she took the skirt and the corset and went back into the bedroom. Jeff waited for her, wearing what Kath called Dom delivering leather trousers and her favorite black T-shirt. She actually salivated at the sight. If she thought she could do it with any elegance and still be able to get up again without groaning, his stance would have made her be on her knees before you could say safe word.

  “Hello, pet, are you ready to get dressed?” He looked toward her new chair, but didn’t say anything. Kath wanted to fling her arms around him and tell him how much she loved him, and respected him and wanted to give him everything. But surely, she reasoned, actions spoke louder than words.

  “Yes, Sir.” She walked as best she could—seriously it was ridiculous to waddle so soon—across to the chair and sat down with her head bowed and her hands on her bump. Was that another flutter? Kath wasn’t sure but decided it was a sign that Bump, or maybe she should say Bumps plural now, were happy.

  Jeff stood in front of her and lifted her chin with his hand. “I love to see you like this, pet. Our children growing in you. You’re radiant and glowing. If I could show you off like this I would, but you know that will never happen. This is for us. Ours, no one else’s. But now you in that corset and skirt? That’s a different matter. So, maybe a short greeting, pet, before we go?” He sat on the bench, legs apart. The height brought his cock to her face level, and without thinking about it, Kath moved her head forward and rested it in his lap, before she brushed the length of his cock with each hand.

  “Good evening, Sir.” Her hair fell to either side of her head, and the kiss on her neck was as delicate as the brush of a butterfly’s wings. She shivered as the tiny nip that followed it sent tingles rushing over her skin and into her clit. Every day her libido rose another notch, and Kath couldn’t count how many times she’d heard his words in her head, ‘No coming unless I say so, pet’. She wriggled on the seat and he laughed. “Hell isn’t it, pet? You’re wet and need to come, and I’m saying you have to wait.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Kath did her best to sound upbeat.

  “Trust me, pet, it will be worth it. Now let’s get you dressed.” He helped her to stand and together they fastened her into the corset. Soft, designed to enhance her breasts and caress her tummy, with silken ties and tiny diamond buttons, it was both comfortable and sexy.

  “If we were stopping here, I’d prefer you without the skirt, but I reckon it will work perfectly for where we’re going. So, shoes for now and then barefoot.”

  So they were going to the club then? Kath wondered what for. She knew they wouldn’t scene, and as far as she knew it was a night where private parties happened, nothing else. So what did Jeff have in store for her? There was one sure way to find out. Get down there. The silk laces of her shoes were easily tied up her legs, and within minutes she was walking behind Jeff along the corridor to the door that led into the offices of the club. At least she didn’t have to go downstairs just to come up again. Jeff had promised their new house would be ready before the babies arrived, and she could hope and pray they’d move before she needed a stair lift to get into their flat.

  Jeff paused at the door and keyed the password into it, then stood back to let Kath precede him. His Dom demeanor dropped away as he shut the door and turned to Kath. “Are you sure you’re okay with this, love? Am I being fair to you?”

  She loved the way their dynamics worked. Whoever said there were as many ways of living a BDSM lifestyle as there were people living it was right. Purists might shout and say they weren’t being true to the precepts, but each to their own. They were happy.

  “How do you mean? Ohh that’s nice.”

  Jeff stroked her back and caressed the globes of her ass over her skirt, which was short and stretched around her like a second skin. His fingers tightened on her butt, and she sighed in pleasure. “Please, Sir, may I have some more?”

  “Minx, no. What I mean is you’ll have to watch what’s going on. No participating, no coming and knowing you, very frustrating. If it’ll be too much, we’ll go home.”

  “In your dreams. If I can’t do anything then at least let me get my kink by proxy. So when I’m in labor and thinking of ways to tie your cock in a knot, my imagination can take over and give me nicer pains to concentrate on.” She rolled her eyes and licked her lips.

  He laughed as she’d hoped he would. Jeff was always a worrier, even before he’d had her pregnancy on his mind. “So be it. Now, pet, shoes off, and may I have your hands.” It wasn’t a question. He held out a pair of soft Velcro cuffs, held about an inch apart by a silver chain. Never had a pair of shoes been shed so fast.

  Kath’s juices gathered in her channel and began to edge steadily onto her upper thighs. If he was going to cuff her, then she was going to soon be hot, wet and horny. Second to being restrained over a bench, she loved her hands fastened so she couldn’t use them, even if as now it was in front of her not behind. She held her hands out with an alacrity that had Jeff’s eyes twinkling.

  “Poor pet, you have been punished lately haven’t you? Never mind, let’s see what we have to tease you with tonight.” The look on his face told her he knew fine well what was on offer. He fastened the cuffs, and Kath linked her hands behind his neck. She couldn’t help herself. It had been a long while since she’d done that, as usually her hands were restrained behind her. He narrowed his eyes and bent forward to thrust his tongue against her mouth, demanding entry. Kath opened to him eagerly, tangling her tongue with his, sucking and nibbling. Her bound hands stroked the back of his neck, and she moaned into his kiss.

  The tap on her ass made her squirm in pleasure, and the finger he then slipped gently into her channel made the muscles there tighten to hold on to it. Kath felt herself teetering on the edge of her climax and shook with the effort of holding back. Jeff lifted his mouth an inch away from hers. His breath feathered over her skin as he spoke the words she so wanted to hear.

  “Come for me, pet.”

  He pinched her clit, and she flew.

  Chapter Nine

  Watching his love and sub fall apart was perhaps the most satisfying thing ever. Kath sagged against him, sobbing incoherently as Jeff brought her to climax. The chains on her cuffs dug into his neck as he used one hand to hold her up and the other to tease another climax out of her. The talk he’d had with Emma and her husband had been so worthwhile. Jeff had listened, taken mental note and pulled up his virtual boxers once more.

  “Kath needs to know you still want her as your sub,” Emma had said in her doctor knows best tone. Her husband Tom had agreed.

  “Deeds as well as words, Jeff. Everything is fine. Her blood pressure is spot on, there’s no hidden illnesses or scares, nothing. She’s having a model pregnancy. Okay, I’m not suggesting you Shibari tie her and swing her around or draw wax patterns on her tummy, but a nice gentle spanking or any other kink you think she’d like and you’re comfortable with is fine. This trimester is the one she’ll glow through. Now’s your chance to let her glow in other ways.” Tom had smiled. “Hey, I’m an obs-gynae guy, married to another one, and we worked it all out by trial and error. You’re lucky, because we’re removing that from you and giving you the benefit of our experience, BDSM and pregnancy as well as medical.”

  He held on to Kath as she received what he’d been taught.

  “Oh, Sir, oh my, oh yes, oh glory, oh…” Kath babbled as she took deep shuddering breaths. “Oh, Sir…”

  He chuckled. When Kath fell apart it was complete. “Better, pet?”

  She let her breath out in a whoosh. “Oh yes, Sir. But please, Sir, what about you?”

  “Ah, for a moment I thought it was going to be please, Sir, may I have some more and I thought my ability to sate you had diminished.”

  “Oh no,” Kath rushed into speech, and he w
as so tickled he didn’t try to stop her. “I’d have to say chief, because I feel as wrung out as a damp dishcloth, but as happy as a passed over chicken on a food farm.”

  “Where on earth do you get your analogies?” he asked. “No, spare me, pet. What about me, what?” She looked at his cock, which he reckoned had imprinted the weave of denim on itself. “Ahh. Now it’s my turn to wait. Let’s go.” He wished it wasn’t. Kath’s reaction had him wired. He knew it wouldn’t take much to set him off. Already he knew his pre-cum was coating his cock, and wished he’d put boxers on and not gone commando as they both preferred. Hindsight was a wonderful thing.

  After a swift adjustment of his dick under the leather, yeah, wet and slick, go figure. I hope to hell there’s no chafing, he pulled Kath’s skirt down and rubbed her belly.

  She giggled. “Are you all wet and sticky?”

  “Minx.” He scribbled circles over her bump. “Now then, little ones, time for sleep, Mummy needs to have some her time.”

  “Aw.” Kath kissed his cheek. “Jeff Sutherland, you are a really lovely man, do you know that?” She stroked his arm as he pulled her to his side. “I so needed that.”

  “Good, well if you’re a good girl, you’ll get some more later. Now let’s go and see what’s going on.” He opened the door that led into the club’s public area and Kath followed him. She stopped dead. It was empty.

  “Is there anyone here?”

  “Of course. Look.” Jeff opened the door into the club proper, and indicated the shadowed area at the far side of the room. “This is not a ‘let me get Kath so wet she’s going to want to come for a week and nothing more’, it’s also because Ross needs an audience, and we don’t want to overwhelm him or his sub. So it’s in the house, so to speak. Something’s amiss and David and I want a woman’s opinion. So you and Jess will watch as well.”

  Kath inclined her head. It still sounded weird to hear Jeff talk about Jess participating in a scene, even as an onlooker. She and Jess had accepted it a lot easier than Jeff, even though he’d said he was fine, and realized that Jess was a sub. Saying and accepting it was your twin trussed up and being caned by your partner and best friend was two very different things. Both Jess and Jeff had taken a while to be able to view each other scening with detachment. As Jess said on more than one occasion, they often felt each other’s pain, good or bad. Eventually they warned each other whenever possible, and learned to ‘embrace the pain’.

  Kath followed Jeff across the room to where David sat on a soft chair with Jess curled up on a cushion next to him. Jess looked up, her eyes twinkling, and as much of a smile as she could manage with a ball gag in her mouth and made several swift hand gestures. No one but she and Kath knew they’d perfected a way of communicating without words. They either used such gestures, or nips and pinches. It had worked to great effect the first time Jess had been brought to the club. David, as their driver, had insisted she follow the protocol of being blindfolded. It was something neither he nor Kath had known was at that time a hard limit. They’d compromised by Jess shutting her eyes, and Kath using their code to show her where they were going. Oh, so she’s been mouthy. I wonder what about?

  David nodded. “Jeff, pet.”

  Kath looked at Jeff who narrowed his eyes, but didn’t speak. It wasn’t very often they followed high protocol, but she guessed it was all due to the young Dom standing over by the St. Andrew’s Cross, and the woman with him. Kath didn’t recognize her, but then she hadn’t been around much lately.

  Jeff pinched her arm. “Pet, you may answer. That stool.” He indicated the seat in front of the chair set beside David. “That is yours. I’ll be your back rest.”

  “Thank you, Sir. Good evening, Sir David.”

  David smiled, and looked at Jeff. “My pet can’t greet you properly, Jeff. She’s been somewhat vocal about some of my decisions today, so a little reflection was needed.” He turned toward Jeff. “Can I have a word? Away from nosy subs.” He gestured toward the far wall and Jeff followed him.

  Jess’ fingers twitched. It was all Kath could do not to laugh.

  “I said Ross was too timid to be a Dom, and maybe he was a sub instead. I was told if I wasn’t careful I’d find out how much of a Dom he is.”

  Kath bit her lip to stop herself laughing and gave a quick “That would never happen” response before she sat on the stool and waited for Jeff to return.

  Whatever David wanted didn’t seem to upset Jeff unduly, because he smiled as he walked back toward Kath and down so she could lean against him. Her still cuffed hands she rested on the bump. It was comfy.

  It seemed their arrival was the signal for whatever Ross and the sub had decided on. Kath watched closely. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but somehow the scenario didn’t mesh. Oh, she thought Ross was a Dom, albeit green and not sure of his powers, but there was no chemistry between him and his sub. Even if it was a tutorial or a non-involved pairing, some spark had to be there. Otherwise you got what she sensed—mechanical and unfulfilling. She looked up at Jeff, who was frowning. He bent his head so as not to disturb the pair in the scene. The sub was manacled to the cross, and looked almost bored as Ross began to tease and sting her with a series of floggers. He untied her and turned her before he began to spank her ass with a crop. Still there was little reaction.

  Jeff spoke softly in Kath’s ear, just loud enough for her to hear, and not to disturb anyone else. “What, pet?”

  “Either she’s a pain slut and he’s not getting to her, or she’s on something. Something is all wrong.” She took a deep breath. Jeff excelled with floggings on the cross, but since they’d been a couple, he never played with anyone without Kath’s permission, and only then if he was tutoring and Kath was unavailable. “Sir, show him.”

  Jeff looked startled.

  “Seriously. Blindfold her, and show Ross how to flog her pussy. You’ll know if she’s here for the wrong reason.”

  “She’s right. If she’s a sub, she’s not been honest with us.” David had overheard their whispers. “You’re the best to gauge stuff like that. Do it.”

  Jeff kissed the back of Kath’s neck again. The sting as he bit before he moved his mouth from her reminded her she was his and he hers. She shivered. She loved that sweet sting only second to the way he pinched her clit to make her fly.

  The sway of his ass as he crossed the few yards between them and the scene made Kath’s juices gush. Taut and perfectly defined under the soft black leather, and made for her to hold on to—as she frequently told him.

  He spoke softly to Ross who handed Jeff the flogger before walking to sit behind Kath.

  “Lean on me, pet.” He touched her shoulder in a totally non sexual way. The intonation was Dom to the finest degree, and Kath responded without a thought. Jess was so wrong if she though Ross wasn’t a Dom. She did as Ross asked, knowing it was what Jeff would want, because he’d also want to know how she felt. Was Ross strong enough, did his actions match his words?

  Jeff untied the woman and retied her so she faced the others. He checked the bindings and raised his voice so the others could hear him. “Now, sub, you have your safe words?”

  She nodded.

  He tapped her pussy gently with the flogger. “Vocalize them, please.”

  She mumbled. “Red stop. Orange discuss, green okay.” Her voice was so low Kath strained to hear it. Something teased at her memory. Did she know the woman? She glanced at Ross with a question in her expression. He interpreted it correctly and bent his head. “Do you want to say something, pet?”

  “Do I know her?” Kath kept her voice low. Jeff was now telling the sub she would be blindfolded and was she happy.

  “I don’t think so. She uses the name Arperony. Does it ring a bell?”

  Kath shook her head. “No, Sir, but there is something. Ah well, maybe it’ll come to me.” Beside her Jess gestured to ask her opinion of Ross. Kath licked her lips and signed “Dom”. Jess seemed to relax, and as Kath watched, David stroked Jess�
�� hair, and she saw the ball gag fall to the floor.

  “So, sub, color?” It wasn’t very often anyone heard Jeff use that tone. The one Kath called ‘Bow down and lick my cock, feet and the floor for me, before your punishment begins’. He must have a reason for it.

  For the first time, some animation showed on the face of the unknown sub. “Green.”

  Jeff covered her eyes, and swished the flogger through the air before he started a set of very precise swats on her mound and clit. After each set of three he got the same response. “Green.”

  After fifteen he stopped. “Color, sub.”

  She swallowed. “G…Green.”

  “And that, sub, is the first lie you’ve told me.” Jeff’s tone was hard. “It would serve you right if I took the cane to your cunt now.” He picked up the long springy cane from the table and let it whistle through the air.

  Kath shivered and felt faint. Beside her, Jess jerked and shrank back against her Sir. Both Kath and Jess enjoyed a nice spanking and a good flogging, but the cane on cunt scenario was a big red no.

  Arperony—stupid name Kath decided—swayed as much as her bindings let her.