Secrets Uncovered

by Raven McAllan

  With a guttural groan, Jeff came with a rush inside her, filled her and felt her shudder as she screamed her own completion.

  If he thought she’d fall on top of him sated and replete, he was wrong. Kath milked him until he was empty, then licked her lips.

  “Um, I might need help now.”

  He rattled the cuffs.

  She stared at him, eyes wide and swallowed.

  “Ah, do you know the combination?”

  The look on Jeff’s face was priceless and Kath wished she had a camera. His Adam’s apple bobbed a couple of times as he swallowed. Finally he spoke. “Don’t you?”

  “Why should I? You’re the one who uses them usually, not me.”

  He was silent for several seconds before he exploded. “Of all the stupid, silly, idiotic, moronic, ridiculous…” He shook his head. “I can’t believe you’d do such a thing.”

  “Good,” Kath burst out laughing. “I didn’t, but it was worth letting you think it and getting you to add it to your list just to see your face. Hold on.” She eased herself off him, and grabbed the towel she’d left handy to rest on, so their mixed juices wouldn’t make too much of a mess. “Two seconds.” She rolled onto her side and tapped the combination into the cuff on his right wrist. “Voila. Let me do my version of the sideways roll so I can get to the other one.”

  Jeff laughed. “Brat, you had me worried there. Good one, pet, and yes it’s in the book. I’ll do the other one and get a cloth for you. It’s my privilege and I enjoy it.”

  Kath heard the tumblers move, a soft click and the mattress dipped as he got off. His feet made very little noise on the floor of the bathroom as Kath rolled onto her back and shoved the pillow into the hollow of her back. She was so relaxed she could fall straight asleep. But wanted to reassure Jeff she really was okay. Apart from the need to sleep the sleep of the sated.

  He was back within seconds and stroked her pussy and thighs with a damp cloth, before he dried her.

  “There now.”

  “My Master.” Kath knew she sounded smug, but really she was so darned lucky. A Master who looked after her every need and one who let her show how she loved and cherished him.

  “My precious pet.” Jeff pinched her earlobe and chuckled. “You look like a dormouse there ready to curl up and hibernate.”

  Kath yawned. “Maybe just for eight hours or so. You’ve worn me out beautifully, but I tell ya, I feel more alive than I have for ages.” She rubbed her tummy. “Can anyone get luckier? You. Our babies, a good f—er, loving, and a lie in tomorrow.” She grinned. “I decree we walk at ten.”

  “Go to sleep, pet. We’ll walk when we’re ready.”

  She thought he might have said something else, but her eyes closed, and Kath wasn’t certain.

  * * * *

  When she woke up, the bed was empty, there was an insulated mug on her bedside table along with a plate of crackers. How thoughtful was that, even though she didn’t need them. She felt fantastic. Kath stretched and threw the bedclothes back. As much as she wished she could spring out of bed, a lumber was probably a better description of her actions. She didn’t care. In her mind, it was a spring.

  Fifteen minutes after switching on the shower, she walked barefoot into the kitchen, somewhat self-conscious in maternity leggings and a loose, non-maternity but comfy tunic. The bump and she had decided comfort and practicality was to be uppermost. After the lovely stretchy skirt she’d worn in the club a few days earlier, Kath decided she’d be going shopping for similar skirts suitable for everyday use. Sequins weren’t that.

  Jeff was standing with his back to the sink talking on the phone. He waggled two fingers at her and pointed to the coffee pot. The weird thing about Kath’s pregnancy was her continuing need for strong coffee. She poured a mug for herself and refilled his before she sat on a chair at the table. All the remnants of the previous evening’s activities were tidied away, except for a red handled flogger next to the bread bin.

  Her eyes widened. It wasn’t something she wanted or needed with her toast and jam.

  Jeff finished his call, and saw where she was looking.

  “Ross found it outside this morning, near some bike tire tracks. Do you recognize it?” Kath got up and looked at it. Soft leather with a solid grip, it looked new.

  “Nope. Why would it be there?”

  He shrugged. “We think it’s something to do with our mystery non sub, but what or why? Goodness knows. However, we all need to be vigilant. It more than likely is to do with your run in with the white van. We don’t know yet. However, please, love, stay close to home when you’re by yourself. Just until we sort this out.” He took a deep breath. “Right. Good morning, pet. How are we?”

  Kath swallowed her mouth full of coffee and stood up head bowed. “Very well, thank you, Sir. How are you?”

  The soft kiss on her neck, the nip and the way he lifted her head told her more than words ever could.

  “I’m well, pet. And so proud of you. You conquered my demons for me and showed me what we have is good and strong. We can now go on to conquer Everest, or at least the buggers doing God knows what on our land. Anyway, it’ll all get sorted sooner or later, and there’s no point worrying.”

  She bet he would though, that was his nature. She’d just have to be there for him.

  “First things though,” Jeff said. “You really are okay? No extra aches or pains? Truly?”

  “Truly, I’ve had the best sleep I’ve had for ages, I feel loved, wanted and well sated.” She bit her lip. “You didn’t mind? Me taking over I mean? I’d checked it would be okay, and I wanted to show you it was. But I was scared witless you’d think I’d overstepped the mark, or wasn’t thinking about the babies or—” He put his finger over her mouth, and Kath sucked on the flesh.

  “Naughty, pet.” Jeff tapped her ass at the level he knew stung but didn’t really hurt.

  Kath giggled. “I couldn’t help it.”

  “Behave, brat. And I’ll say this for the last time. Watch my lips. I didn’t mind you taking charge at all. All you did was pre-empt me by a few nights. I’d decided to tell you to take over and do what you felt you needed. Originally it was going to be after our visit to the dungeon, but Miss Whoever-I-am scuppered that. Then I thought maybe the end of our Saturday night in. Well you know what I mean. For you to do it unprompted was perfect. I may well have to add it into my Dom demands.”

  Kath’s breath hitched and the familiar roll of heat slid over her skin, as her clit throbbed and her juices filled her channel. At that moment she knew life could only get better and better. They’d sort out the intruders, have their babies, get married and live happily ever after.

  “I can hardly wait, and anytime, Sir.”

  Also available from Totally Bound Publishing:

  Diomhair: Secrets Shared

  Raven McAllan

  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  “What do you mean this won’t do?” Jess looked down at her light gray silk racer back top and dark gray skinnies. They worked well with her pale skin and ginger hair. A typical Celt, she had to be careful of her color coordination. In her mind, her clothes were perfect for a night’s clubbing. “We’re going clubbing. Last time we went to a club I wore these and you said they were perfect.”

  Kath rolled her eyes. “There’s clubs, hon, and there’s clubs. A French Connection concoction, gorgeous as it is, won’t exactly hack it where we’re going. Not to mention you always wear those wherever we go. No, tonight you need to wear something like this.” She smoothed her hands over an almost-there mini skirt and a tiny bustier. Jess reckoned it would either cut off Kath’s circulation or pop her boobs out of the material like a jack in the box.

  “And here’s yours. A dress instead, though, as you seem to have an aversion to my tops.” With a smirk Kath handed over a tiny scrap of bright pink material.

  It was a beautiful clash with Jess’s hair and Jess winced.

  “Go on get changed. We haven’t much
time.” Kath held the material out to Jess, who ignored it. Kath stuffed the dress into Jess’s hands, smirking as Jess took it and held onto it automatically. Jess looked on as Kath took a deep breath and her boobs almost spilled over the top of the leather bustier then shook her head in mock despair. Surely it was mere willpower that held it up?

  “Kath, that top is almost indecent. What does my lovely twin say about you going out showing nearly your all?”

  Kath giggled. “Jessie, love, he chose it. And he’ll meet us at Diomhair later.”

  “Jeever?” Jess repeated, doing her best to copy Kath’s accent. “What’s that?” It wasn’t a name she’d heard before, and she’d bet her new handbag it wasn’t spelled how it was pronounced.

  Kath sighed and Jess got a strange feeling deep in her stomach. Scary, like the time Kath had persuaded her to bungee jump from the Finnieston Crane, or when they’d sky dived. In her opinion, Kath was sneaky. Jess replayed Kath’s words in her mind.

  “Hold on, you say Jeff’s meeting us?”

  Kath nodded.

  “Well I might as well not come then. He’s worse than our mum. If a guy even smiles at me he wants his life history. Heaven help me if one asks me to dance. Especially not dressed in a scrap of almost nothing.”

  Kath giggled. “Er, Jessie love, I maybe need to tell you exactly where we’re going. Before the car gets here.”

  Oh ho. Jess’s body clenched. She’d seen that particular look on her friend’s face before.

  “Go on.” She did her best to keep the wariness out of her voice and was sure she hadn’t. “And stop shoving that pelmet at me, no way am I going anywhere in that.”

  “Diomhair, it’s Gaelic for—”

  “I know what it’s for.” Why hadn’t she made the connection earlier? “Secret. Oh shit, don’t tell me it’s some weird pop up place, and we’re blindfolded to get in? Oh no, Kath, no, no, no, you’re not dragging me into anything weird. Not again. That shop in town was bad enough.” Jess blushed as she remembered the bondage shop Kath had dragged her into. She’d chosen to ignore the way her nipples had puckered when she’d seen clamps and chains designed for that part of the body, and her juices had gushed looking at a clit clamp and various jewelry to decorate it. Once she’d worked out what it was meant for, that was. She might have the idea she was fairly street wise, but Jess knew now, that whatever she’d done she was a babe in arms compared to a lot of people—Kath probably being one.

  Kath howled with laughter, then sobered. “Where do you think I got this from?” She ran her hands over the bustier. “Look, hon, you said you wanted to get out of your rut. Jeff and I decided this was the best way. Hell, I reckon if you’ll let yourself, you’ll not only enjoy the night, you’ll be more than interested to indulge.”

  “In?”

  “Whatever you fancy. Oh, Jess, don’t look like you’re going to watch an execution, you don’t have to do anything. Hell, you can stop in the bar and drink orange juice if that’s your preference, but you did say it was up to me to shake you up a bit.”

  “Hmm there’s shaking, and there’s shaking.” Jess knew she sounded less than enthusiastic. “So, what exactly are we going to?” The way Kath looked at her made her heart pound and her stomach churn. She wasn’t going to like the answer she was sure. “Fess up.”

  “BDSM play night.”

  She was correct, she didn’t.

  Jess just knew her mouth had dropped open and the heat that flooded her would show on her face. Damn it, no. Not that. Are they crazy? They don’t know, they do not know.

  “No, no way. Are you stupid or what? Not in a million years…and you’re saying Jeff is okay with this? He knows what you’re up to?”

  Kath rolled her eyes. “Well, duh. Whose idea do you think it was anyway?”

  Jess swayed, and her skin crawled as if someone was stroking her with a spider’s web. She closed her eyes to shut out the images that flashed into her mind, and counted to ten. They had no idea what those letters conveyed to her. How could they? She swallowed as the contents of her stomach threatened to leave her, and the horrible sour taste in her mouth increased. Spots began to dance in front of her eyes, and a rushing noise, like the wind on a wild winter’s day grew louder.

  “Hey, don’t look like that, there’s no need to faint.” Kath grabbed her friend’s arm and held her steady. Gradually the roaring in Jess’s ears faded, and she blinked rapidly.

  “Er, that’s a matter of opinion.” Jess knew her voice was shaky. She probably sounded like an old woman. Shit, she felt like an old woman.

  They don’t know. I can’t blame them. They don’t know. No one does. Jess kept reciting those few words under her breath, like a mantra. She’d blocked all questions about that time of her life, and in the end, to her relief, Jeff and Kath had ceased asking. Now she wished that maybe they’d nagged her a bit more.

  “Look, Kath, I honestly don’t think this is a good idea. I’m not into stuff like that. I’m a teacher for God’s sake, so I need to set a good example.” There, that sounds reasonable, surely?

  “Oh for heaven’s sake, you’re a university lecturer, not a corrupter of innocents.”

  Evidently not an acceptable answer then. Shit.

  “I’m an accountant and Jeff is, well, Jeff. We’re normal people who have a right to a healthy sex life. It doesn’t matter what you do, I even know a vicar and a magistrate who have a healthy—watch my lips—healthy interest in the lifestyle.”

  It wasn’t so much what Kath said, but how she said it that sent warning bells ringing, and a shiver down Jess’s spine. She didn’t care if the Prime Minister was interested, she wasn’t

  Liar, liar, pants on fire. She ignored the little voice that mocked her and concentrated on what Kath had said.

  “Jeff is what?”

  “Gorgeous.” Kath giggled. “Oh come on, Jess, lighten up. Look I promise you, if you can’t cope with what you see, you can leave, okay? There’ll be a car waiting for you. Do I lie? Well okay,” she added hastily. “I sort of did tonight, but do I over big and proper stuff? You know I don’t. Seriously? You have to come.”

  “Why?” Not to anyone would Jess admit to the gut-churning shivers that filled her. “There’s no have to about it. Weird stuff like that is so not my scene. Here take this back.” She almost threw the Lycra dress Kath had given her back at her. “You go, en…enjoy yourself but count me out.” She sat down on the bed behind her with a thump, trying not to cry. She’d been looking forward to a night out ever since she had told Kath she wanted to lighten up a bit. All work and no play had definitely made Jess a dull girl. But this? This was a step or twenty too far. She’d got the idea they’d go clubbing, dance until their feet hurt, grab a curry or a kebab and snigger about their evening’s antics all the way home in a taxi.

  “Actually, there is a must about it.” The tone of Kath’s voice was enough to make Jess cry. “Jeff said to tell you, if you don’t come willingly, then he’ll come and drag you. You need, in his words, to see where your money comes from.”

  Now she was in the twilight zone, surely? And there was a nest of serpents wriggling over her and nipping her skin. To say nothing of the spiders in her tummy. “How do you mean? Look, Kath, I’m seriously freaking here. My money comes from investing… Oh fuck. The sod, he said we’d move into new areas, and idiot that I am I didn’t press the bugger too closely when he said he was preparing a report for me. You mean I part own the building or something?”

  Kath raised her eyebrows, and the sympathy in her eyes was almost Jess’ undoing.

  “Or something.” Kath shrugged her shoulders in an uneasy gesture. “Hey, I’m not supposed to tell you, and you can bet I’ll suffer for it when I own up to spilling the beans, but you’re part owner of the club.” Her eyes cleared and twinkled. It was obvious the punishment didn’t worry her unduly.

  Jess shook her head to clear it. Her long red—no, not red—carroty hair spun around her face, and strands stuck to her cheek. She bru
shed them away impatiently. Had April Fool’s Day been transported to February? Instead of Valentine’s Day perhaps?

  “Now come on, Kath, I might look like I’ve come up the Clyde on a Tourist Boat, and be sweet and naïve, don’t you dare laugh.” Kath was giggling. “That’s a lie. I own the property business with Jeff, yeah, but do you think I’d not know if I was a partner in something like that? I’ve never heard of it before now.”

  “So you say, I know differently. But it’s not for me to say.”

  A car horn blared outside. Jess shivered and wondered why it sounded ominous.

  “C’mon that’s for us. Are you sure you won’t change?”

  “Positive, in fact I might go and get a jumper.” Jess turned to the wardrobe only to be pulled back from it and almost frog-marched to the bedroom door.

  “Oh no you don’t. You can take a coat to wear in the car.” Kath pushed her along the corridor, and picked a coat up from the hooks on the wall. She patted one of the hooks as if it was her favorite piece of furniture. “Mmm, just a good height these. You got your door key in case you need it?”

  Jess halted abruptly and stared at her friend. “You are screwy. Of course I’ll need it, else I’ll not get back in without pinching Jeff’s. And what’s a good height for what?”

  “Oh, er, nothing, come on or we’ll be late, and I’ll be the one who gets the punishment. Your brother is getting a lot too creative these days.” She put her hand in the small of Jess’ back. The soft touch made Jess tingle. It was a long while since they’d agreed enough was enough, but she could still appreciate the warmth and love it projected.

  “It’s still there, isn’t it?” Kath said softly. “You know we could…”

  Jess shook her head and took a step back. “No, not now, you’ve got Jeff, and well…” And well Jess didn’t know what to say. And well, it would crucify me all over again?