Secrets Dispelled (13 page)

“Kitten, we’re safe and unharmed and we can get out.”

“We can? But what if they’ve locked us in?”

“I’m sure they think they have. But I’ve got the padlock in my pocket and the keypad can be activated from inside. Plus I imagine they know there’s no phone signal around here, so think we’re stuck until someone comes a-hunting for us. We should have electricity but I’m assuming the wire is cut.” He was right. “Ah well. What I’d guess they don’t know is that Jeff put in a walkie-talkie in here yesterday. Plus, we have lamps, water and I do believe a box of biscuits.”

Finn gave a shaky laugh as he found one of the battery-powered lights he kept as a backup, and switched it on. “All mod cons. But do we have a loo?”

He switched on another lamp and set it on his workbench.

“Ah, sadly no. But we do have a bucket.”

Chapter Thirteen

She would not have a hissy fit, even if the need to pee was urgent. A bucket was better than nothing. “Ah well.” Was that pathetic voice her?
Grow up and act like an adult for fuck’s sake. I am not a wimpy, whiny woman.
“As you say all mod cons. I, er, think you’d best push me in the direction of the bucket.”

“God, love, I’m so sorry about all this.” Coll gave her a brief hug and kissed her deeply. “It’s right in the corner behind that big cabinet. It’s clean, and actually it’s a porta loo, so at least…. Well, you know.”

“I don’t have to squat.”

“Yeah. Take a lamp. You can leave it this side of the cupboard if you’d rather.”

He turned his back on her and began to whistle loudly.

Finn hurried to the corner he indicated, left the lamp where he suggested—after all she would prefer not to pee with her shadow shown up on the wall—peed and came out from behind the cupboard, rubbing antibacterial wash over her hands. Coll was nowhere to be seen in the dim light. For one heart-stopping moment she panicked and then heard his voice.

“Okay, yeah, will do, right, yes, okay, ha, ha so you say.”

She realized he was on the walkie-talkie to someone, probably Jeff, grabbed her lamp and walked toward the sound of his voice.

“Yes, I’ll tell her and yes, please, sounds good.” He turned around as she reached him.

“The cavalry is on their way. Once they’ve maneuvered around our car and a white van stuck across the driveway and rescued the couple of occupants. Three blokes and a dozen Diomhair-stamped sheep.”

“So it’s over?” Relief flooded her and made her mouth dry. If it was over, she’d got other things to think about.

“Just about, I think. Oh, and we’re to be taken to Kath and Jeff’s for curry. Now what can we do to pass the time, eh?”

“Hmm, I think I have an idea.” Finn pushed his shoulders gently. To her pleasure he let her move him backwards until his arse hit his workbench. “Yep. I do have an idea.” She undid the fastener and zip on his jeans, put her finger between the metal teeth and his cock and began to lower the zip. By the time she’d eased half of him out he was hard and wet. By the time she pushed the sides wide and began to pull the denim—no underwear to hinder her—down over his thighs, her fingers were soaked in his pre-cum. Her pussy was wet, and her clit throbbed like crazy.

“Mine.” She had to say it as he shucked his jeans with her help and leaned back on his elbows on the worktable, naked from the waist down. His eyes were cloudy and his pulse uneven. She intended to make it even more uneven in a second. “How long have we got, Sir?”

“Half an hour maybe?”

“In that case I’d better get a move on.” Finn stood up tugged off her own jeans and pulled her top over her head. It took a second to unclip her bra and stand naked in front of him.

“Beautiful, kitten. Come here.”

“Please, Sir, can I do it my way?” It was important he let her worship him, just this once without any input.

His eyes narrowed and he spread his arms out wide. “Be my guest.”

She knelt down between his legs once more, leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth. Sucked, laved and nibbled. His cock hardened and pre-cum filled her mouth. The sweet, salty liquid was such a turn on her cunt throbbed and she wanted to touch her clit, rub it and give it relief.

“No coming, kitten, not unless I say so.” His voice was choppy but the Dom in it was absolute. His breathing sped up at each long lick and stroke.

Finn angled her head to take him farther and his hands held her skull as he encouraged her. She could tell when his control shattered. He pulled out of her mouth and hissed as her teeth grazed his long length. With one swift move, he hauled her to her feet, reversed their positions, spun her round and spread her from the waist up over the bench, her breasts squashed on the smooth wood.

He kicked her legs apart.

“My ‘no spanking’ is no longer an option.” Coll gave her arse several hard spanks with the palm of his hand and rubbed each globe. “Hot. You take my marks so nicely, kitten.”

She embraced the pain with glee. It was, she realized, something she needed. “That, Sir is oh so green.”

“Good.”

He spanked her several times more and then moved his hand. Finn groaned with displeasure and he chuckled. “Not ever to be used as a punishment, eh?”

“Hmm.” She hadn’t got the energy to say anything else.

“Next time, kitten. I’m going to take you here.” The tip of his cock pressed around her anal ring, and she shivered with anticipation.

“Oh my, kitten, you like that idea, don’t you? However waiting is good for you. Next time.”

It had never appealed to her before she met Coll. A swift thought passed through her mind. There was going to be a lot of BC—before Coll—and WC—with him. She’d maybe need new abbreviations there. At that moment, she stopped thinking altogether as Coll pushed hard into her pussy channel and began to move.

“So wet, so ready, so mine so… Fuck it, I’ve got to come, kitten, you come for me…”

Finn needed no further instructions. Her muscles tightened and as he gave one hard, long thrust, she screamed and flew, dimly aware he did the same.

The sound of the walkie-talkie squawking brought her back down to earth.

Coll grunted. “What the…ah fuck. Water in that big container.” He walked somewhat unevenly toward the noise. Finn watched for a second before she scrambled to her feet. They’d ended up on the hard but thankfully clean floor. Thank goodness he was a neat freak and there were no splinters.

That could have been embarrassing.
Well, I jumped my Sir and then he fucked me over his work table. Then I reckon we were so knackered we fell asleep on the floor, just for a second. But the walkie-talkie made us jump and I got a splinter in my bum. Yeah, definitely not the right sort of ouchy.

She managed a wash of sorts, dried herself on a wad of scratchy paper towels and made a note that if they were going to play here again, she’d bring flannel toweling and an air mattress. Lethargy clung to her but she scrambled into her clothes and ignored her bra. She hated the things anyway. Finn grabbed water and towels and walked across to her Sir.

“Five minutes,” Coll said. “Evidently Jeff thought it wise to warn us. I wonder why?” He took the water canister from her with a smile of thanks and unselfconsciously washed his cock and chest. “That’s better, thank you, kitten.” He dried himself and grimaced. “I must remember proper towels if we make a habit of this.”

She giggled. “I’ve just thought that. Plus an air mattress or something.”

“You mean my bench isn’t good enough?” He raised one eyebrow in mock horror. “Gutted.”

“Oh, I’ll never be able to look at the bench without grinning,” Finn assured him. “But the floor is darned hard. Clean but hard.”

Coll laughed. “True.” He snapped his jeans and took hold of her hand. “Your hair is a mess.”

Finn combed it with her fingers. “It usually is when I’ve been outside. Ah well. I’m under no illusions that Jeff won’t look at us, put two and two together and make whatever number he deems suitable. I blush at the drop of a hat, anyway, and this time I have plenty to blush about. In the nicest possible way of course.

“Of course.”

“I mean,” Finn said as they made their way across the workroom to the door. “What if he’d come in when we were, you know.”

“He couldn’t, kitten. It’s got to be opened with the code. Which I’m going to change today, right now, to your birthday so we both know it. Day and month and year please.” He pressed some buttons and looked at her.

Finn rattled the numbers off and concentrated as he told her how to work the lock.

“Not that I envisage getting locked in again, unless I choose to, but better to be safe than sorry. I’m just thankful I took the padlock inside with me or it would have been a lot worse. I think it’s time to ditch that.”

Finn stared at him in disbelief. “Do you mean we could have got out at any time?”

He nodded. “I did tell you, you ignored me so…”

She began to laugh. “Now I know why you’re such a good Dom, Sir. You’re prepared for every eventuality.”

He grinned and she fell a bit more in love with him, if that were possible. He looked as if a great weight had dropped from him. “Of course, kitten. It’s the first rule you learn in Dom School.” He winked. “After how to perfect the Dom look.”

She sniggered. In this silly mood, he was irresistible. “I bet you aced them.”

“Ah ha. I hear noises. Here they are. Well, I hope it’s them. We’ll hold back unlocking the door and wait until we know for sure.” He stood in front of her until Jeff’s voice came clearly through the door to them.

“Time to come out, you two. Curry is waiting for us, along with my oh so impatient wife and sister. And probably a few more people as well.”

* * * *

That was, Finn thought, the understatement of the year. Jeff and Kath’s house seemed full of people. Most she at least knew by sight but some she didn’t.

“Don’t worry, you’ll never get everyone straight, so don’t try,” Ailsa the policewoman advised her. “Some you’ll never see again with a bit of luck. Not now it’s all over.”

Finn sighed in relief. “It really is, isn’t it?”

“It seems so. You know as much as me now. Well, almost. The white van and its occupants were sheep stealing this year. Do you call it rustling? No matter. Evidently they’d tried a few pheasants last year, got away with it and moved on to bigger things. Donny was paid to turn a blind eye, and he did. The bugger. If he’d have owned up, a lot of hurts and sore heads could have been avoided. He didn’t because he thought he was onto a good thing. You see, as he said when he sang so beautifully earlier, no one reckoned on you coming back.”

“You, my dear,” Coll said from behind them, “were their spanner in the works. Now though, thanks to you, and your ability to keep your head in a crisis, they’re locked up. All is fine and dandy.” He kissed her cheek and she leaned into him, pleased with his quiet assurance that all would be well.

Alisa waved her hand in front of them. “Earth to you two. I’ll leave you to it, I see my lord and master is waiting none too patiently for me. I’ve got to go back to work later.” She wandered off toward the other side of the room, exchanging a few quips and the odd high five on the way.

A laugh rang out and someone whistled.

“Donny’s wife?” Finn asked urgently. “She’ll be okay?

Coll nodded. “My sweet, thoughtful kitten. She is staying with her mum. Jeff said their cottage was hers but she decided against it. Wants a clean break.”

“So it really is time to move on.”

Coll nodded. “Yes, kitten, so shall we? I believe there’s a little matter of some punishment due?”

Oh ho.
Why did that make her wet and aroused? Finn opened her eyes very wide. “There is?”

He flicked her nose. “If there isn’t, I bet there will be by the time we get home, kitten.”

She made sure there was.

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Excerpt

Chapter One

“Er, you want me to do what?” Dominique Leman—Mimi to her friends—stared at the ingratiating, smiling,
slimy
guy on the other side of the table and wondered if she kicked hard enough she’d reach his balls and knock some of the ‘great I am’ out of him. Mind you, knowing her aim, she’d get the inoffensive elderly gentleman next to him or the tall, talkative, younger woman on the other side.

Him, though? Talk about smug and self-satisfied. If there was an Olympic medal in it, he’d win the gold.

Eric Lonnergan, deputy head of the forum, rocked his chair on two legs, put his hands high above his head and stretched and smiled. His shirt—bright enough to give her a migraine and two decades too young for him, in an obviously slim-fit style—stretched over his luckily flat stomach. She’d hate to see him naked. Mimi reckoned he’d be pigeon chested and have spindly legs. That was as bad as a beer belly in her opinion.

Now that builder guy I saw on the roof next door would look good naked. I wish I’d seen his face.
She was sucker for a guy with shoulder length dark hair and a killer body.

“Are you listening or in a world of your own?” Eric snapped.

The woman next to him at the large oval table opened her eyes wide but didn’t speak. Two or three of the other people nearby shifted in their seats. Out of the eight adults in the tiny, cream-painted and overly bland room, only he seemed happy with his attitude.

He, of course, Mimi thought, was so full of himself he didn’t notice. He was more concerned with making sure he struck a pose.

With him sitting in such a position, the material of Eric’s shirt was sadly more than form fitting and she couldn’t take her eyes off one ‘shall I stay or shall I go’ button, half in and half out of its buttonhole. No wonder her mind had wandered.