Secrets Dispatched (6 page)

By the time she returned to the lounge, Ross was once more sat on the sofa, legs stretched out in front of him with his ankles crossed and his arms behind his head. His shirt and jeans stretched tightly over his body gave Shane the perfect idea of how fit and well-honed he was. She risked a quick look toward his cock and bit back a groan. The outline there was one big, juice-inducing bulge. She swallowed as she salivated at the thought of that anywhere near her.

Oh, my yes please.

Ross looked up at her and smiled. “Feel better?”

Well, I do and I don’t. S
he didn’t think she’d say that though. “Yes, thank you. I hope you don’t mind me in the dressing gown? Those joggers slid off me as soon as I moved.” She didn’t mention the dress.

“Whatever you feel happiest in is fine by me.”

He didn’t mention the dress either. Had she hoped he would?

“Coffee on its way.” Ross stood up. “I’ve rustled up soup. Do you want it now?”

Her tummy had so many butterflies in it, she felt sick and she had to clench her fists to stop her hands shaking. She didn’t envisage her managing to drink soup without spilling it down her cleavage, and maybe a dash to the loo. “Later, I think.”

“No worries. I’ll grab coffee and biccies instead for now then. Oh, by the way, I’ve just had a phone call from Jess. She and David are stuck in town. They’ve had to take a hotel room. There was a really disgusted note in her voice. I think they’d earmarked one of the dungeons for themselves tonight, seeing as the club is closed. One of the perks of being co-owner.” He disappeared into the kitchen, and the clinks and chinks of crockery being moved drifted toward her.

It seemed Jess had gotten over her bad experience then. However, until she heard the lady tell her so, Shane wouldn’t settle, or decide what she might do. Stupid and irrational, she knew, but it niggled. And niggles weren’t something Shane ever chose to ignore these days, not since she had ignored her itch between the shoulder blades niggle over Pete. What a mistake that had been.

“Hmm, I guess.” Shane nibbled her lip as she sat on the sofa and pulled the dressing gown around her. How much could she say? She had to give some sort of explanation, but it was so difficult.

“Here you go.” Ross had re-entered without Shane noticing, and put her coffee and a ceramic biscuit tin shaped like a dick or vibrator on the table next to her. Shane looked at him and sniggered. It was so out of place in such a masculine room. “And this is yours?”

“Sadly yes. It was a housewarming present from Jess and Kath, who said I was getting staid.”

Staid wasn’t a word she would apply to him. “They have, ah, unusual tastes.”

“Weird sense of humor, more like. Bratty subs both of them. Even having her babies hasn’t slowed Kath down. Luckily, both David and Jeff have their measures.” His fondness for the two couples was evident in the way he spoke about them

Will he ever talk about me in that tone? Oh, God, I hope so. I want my chance now. Surely I deserve that?

“Anyway,” Ross continued. “The biscuits aren’t cock shaped.” He paused and winked. “I’ve eaten those. These are nipples.”

Shane stopped just as she was about to dip into the tin. “You prefer nipples to cocks then?”

Ross roared with laughter. “Every time, kitten, every bloody time.”

“You swore,” Shane said. “You won’t let me.” She pulled out a biscuit. A long oblong, ordinary shortbread. You lied as well. This isn’t a nipple.”

“I must have eaten all the nipples then.” Ross didn’t sound at all repentant. “I apologize for my language. Maybe I need pussies next?”

Pussy singular if I have any say in the matter.
For one awful moment, Shane thought she’d spoken aloud.
It was hard not to exhale heavily when she realized she hadn’t.

“Well, whatever turns you on.”

“You, it seems.” Ross looked down at the outline of his cock straining the denim of his jeans. “I hope this denim is a strong as the makers boast, or I’m in trouble. You’d never believe it was an accident.”

“I would so. I’m not that stupid,” Shane said, stung at his assumption she was so shallow. “No one would rip two-hundred dollar jeans on purpose. Well, not with their cock, think of the grazes you’d get.”

He winked.

“You sod, you’re taking the p…” She stopped mid-sentence. She wanted to try to not swear. “You’re taking the mickey.”

“Just a bit, kitten. Sorry.” However, he didn’t look the least bit sorry.

Ross leaned over her and selected a biscuit. “However, I stand by the fact these jeans are now bloody uncomfortable.” As he straightened up, his elbow hooked in the neckline of her dressing gown, and made it gape. A slither of red showed.

She tugged it back to where it was, but she should have known Ross would have noticed and put two and two together. Doms were trained to be aware of every nuance and action, and Ross wasn’t anywhere near unobservant.

“Kitten, what have we here?” He ran his finger across her neck and along the edge of the V. His knuckles grazed her soft skin then rubbed the material. It tightened over her breasts and her sensitive nipples peaked against the silk. That friction set up a corresponding tingle in her pussy and clit. Damned if she wouldn’t be dampening the stuff if she wasn’t careful. And wet red showed up so clearly.

“Ah…” Shane bet her face was the color of the material she’d intended to keep hidden until she was ready to reveal it.

“Ah’?” Ross asked her. “As in ah-tishoo? Ah-titchoke? Or, ah, well it’s like this?”

“The latter. The joggers really did fall off me.”

Ross nodded, that was why he’d left that particular set for her to use. He chose not to mention a short, to the point email he’d had from her brothers. Something along the lines of mess her up you’re dead, help her and you’re not. He’d thought the red dress was worth a try, and he’d bet she was stunning in it.

“So why the dressing gown? Don’t you like the dress?” There was no point in skirting the issue.

“I love it, but there’s not much of it, and well, it’s one thing putting it on and pretending it’s my nightie—another prancing around in it and B all else.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not much of an exhibitionist. Never was.”

You will be with me.
Ross loved
being able to show how fantastic his sub was. One of his preferred methods of making a sub fly was either by Shibari and rigging, or with a crop or flogger, and showing how she did so to whoever was around in the club. If Shane only wanted to play in private, he’d go for it, but a big chunk of who he was would be missing.

Hold on, she’s not even admitted she’s a sub, let alone said she’d sub for you or what her preferences were. It was all hypothetical, remember.
All he recollected she’d admitted to was the statement she didn’t do pain, which was a pity. However, hopefully he could show her there was pain, and there was
pleasure
in pain. If she let him.

“We’ll see,” Ross said, noncommittally. “Mind you, it’s warm in here, and there’s only me to see you.” He tugged at the messy knot in the gown’s sash. “So there’s no need to cover up.”

To his delight she let him undo the sash, and draw the sides of the robe apart. The red silk hugged her breasts like a lover and skimmed across her belly, emphasizing her feminine curves and the shape of her pussy, to end mid-thigh. Ross didn’t try to hide himself moving his cock away from the zip teeth of his jeans. “Stand up and let me look, kitten, please.” He couched it so they had a starting point to go on from afterwards.

Shane touched her nose before she slowly stood up, without letting go of the sleeves of the dressing gown.

“Drop it, kitten.” He did inject a note of command then, and Shane blinked before she unclenched her fingers from the cuffs of the material and let it fall to the seat of the settee.

She lowered her eyes and crossed her arms over her boobs. “I feel naked. And I’m not doing anything until I’ve spoken to Jess.”

Does she think that if she says that often enough we’ll both believe it?

“Uncross your arms. You look beautiful, and nowhere near naked, kitten. That can come later.”

Shane shook her head and didn’t move her arms. “I don’t do naked, I told you. This is almost as bad. It’s practically see-through. You can make out all of me through it.”

Ross took hold of her arms and placed them by her sides. “Rubbish, though I see a hint of hair that needs removing.”

“Ross.” Shane squeaked the word and blushed the color of her dress. Her arms moved.

“Keep them there.”

“R…o…ss. Sir.” She might sound embarrassed, but her nipples were still hard against the material and she pressed her thighs together.

“I like my pussy naked,” he said. “No clothes, no pussy hair. You’ll do it one day. Or I can do it for you.”

She shook her head. “Oh, blimey, Ross, don’t get your hopes up. Ah, how embarrassing, talking about my muff. Sheesh. Seriously, I might not get any further than this. This is a biggie for me. It’s been long skirts and oversized baggy jumpers these last few years. I will tell you why, soon, hopefully.”

Her toes scrunched up in the deep pile of the carpet until the shiny pink nail varnish he’d noticed couldn’t be seen anymore. “But not yet.”

He understood he’d get no more information. Therefore he’d move them forward in a different way.

“All right. Are you ready for a look around? Bearing in mind there’s only us here and no one else will see you.”

He held his breath.

Very slowly, she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

Chapter Five

Oh, Lord, what have I committed myself to? Nothing except to look around. I had to call him Sir. It would be disrespectful not to, especially as he’s showing me the club. But what if he thinks it means I’ll sub? Because I don’t know and, oh, fuck, I want to go home.

“Kitten, I can see your thoughts rushing through you like a whirlwind. Slow down. We’re walking through a closed club—no more, no less. Then we’ll come back up here for dinner, and for the rest of the evening, I’ll defer to you and your desire.”

“No Domming?” She couldn’t believe he’d agree to that. He showed he was a Dom in everything he said and did. It was an integral part of him, whether he knew it or not.

“No Domming,” he agreed, to Shane’s surprise. “Unless you say, Ross, please be a Dom to me. Okay?”

“More likelihood of a snowball surviving in hell than that.” As he’d been so accommodating, Shane decided she could meet him half way. “But I will call you Sir until we get back here.”

“That’s a good enough start for me.” Ross smiled and tilted his head downwards until he could kiss the nape of her neck. His fresh, minty breath swirled around her and filled her senses. The nip and suck was so slight she wondered if she’d dreamt it. Then he lifted his lips. “One day, kitten, I’ll bite you and leave my mark.”

“Not where it shows you won’t,” Shane said in as firm a tone as she could manage. Damned if the thought didn’t make her wet and her clit throb. “I hate hickeys.”

“You won’t when I give one to you. That first light nip, the deep pull as I suck, the final bite and the throbbing. Plus the knowledge I’ve marked you as mine as surely as if I’ve whipped your arse.” He lifted his head and winked. “Barefoot and bare arsed. Perfect.”

Damned if that wink doesn’t make me wet and go all gooey, every time.

“Hypothetically speaking, of course.”

“Oh, of course,” Shane said. She was beginning to hate that word—
hypothetically
.

“If we ever get together to play, I warn you it will be full on, Dom and sub—and more.”

There’s more?
Shane could no more stop the red, rosy hue suffusing her than she could have swam with a crocodile.

He laughed. “Come on. Let’s go.”

Ross took her arm and cuddled her into his side as he urged her out of the room and away from the direction of the lift. His other hand rested firmly on her buttocks, and she had an idea his pinkie teased the entrance to her arse. Surely he wouldn’t? Not here and now? He made no mention of how he held her as they moved together, and Shane decided to just enjoy the feeling of unity.

The warmth of his body was more than welcome. Embraced as she was, she felt safe and cherished and it hit her that the intensity of her emotions was unexpected. Why did the simple act of being cuddled as she walked matter so much? Shane hadn’t got a clue, but she wasn’t going to dismiss her feelings out of hand. They pleased her.

“I thought we were going to the club?”

“We are, but not by the lift. That takes us to the wrong place. Hold on a sec.” It was another fingerprint recognition pad. “We had these put in a while back when someone broke in. That was a doozy of a time. It ended okay, and one of our Doms and his sub are together because of it, but it was worrying. Still is, in one way, because not all the mystery was solved.”

“You didn’t catch the intruder?” Shane was interested. She loved a mystery—as long as it didn’t involve her. She’d had enough problems in her past to not want any more. “Or they wouldn’t spill the beans?”

“Nah, well, not quite. We caught an intruder, who was a goody, and missed catching the white van man—or woman—who was a baddy. No beans were hurt in the process.”

Shane snorted. His sense of humor was as wacky as hers. “That’s as clear as mud,” she said as they entered yet another corridor and Ross swiped yet another pad.

“Hold on.” Something he’d said rang a bell and she stopped dead and dragged Ross to a standstill. “White van?”

“Yeah, ba…er, bandits. Why?”

“I nearly got run off the road by a white van on my way here. Say around ten minutes before I turned into your drive. On the windy, crappy apology for a lane I used to get here from the main road. Why don’t they just call it unsealed and be done with it. All this uneven surface rubbish is so misleading.”

“Not if you live here,” Ross said. “It is uneven.”

“Hmm, if you say so. It was covered with snow, so I couldn’t tell.”

“The van?” Ross prompted her.

“The van. It came out of it like a bat out of hell, swerved in the slushy snow and drove off like crazy. Mind you, I didn’t see if it was a man or a woman driving. To be honest, I was more concerned with staying on the road and not getting close up and personal with the ditch or later on, your gatepost.”