Free Secrets Remembered by Raven McAllen Page A

upright and smiled.
    “Well now, Sir. Personally I don’t think we can have one thing without the other. I researched you. It’s amazing what you can find out when you have the might of a national government department’s computer behind you. And it all came up good. The one thing I did find, from various ‘I never divulge my sources’ places, was that you are a Master. More than a Dom, a good person to teach me all I want to know, and you don’t have a sub. Well, I’d like to make that maybe you don’t.” She slid to her knees and bent her head as she put her hands behind her. “I’m off duty now, Sir, and would ask if you’ll help me. Please show me how to be a good sub.”
    Aidan looked down at the top of her head. Her golden curls shined in the evening sunlight that streamed through the window with tiny motes of dust in its rays.
    “Any sub? Or my sub? What if I say I don’t want a sub?” He tugged her hair until she looked up.
    “Then I’ll say no thank you, Sir. Leave now and next time you see me it will be in an official capacity as I speak to those involved with Diomhair. I might be clueless, which you know anyway, but I am interested. However, it seems I’m like a baby duckling. Fixated on the first thing, or person, I saw that interested me in the lifestyle.”
    Aidan laughed. “I’ve never been a duckling’s Sir before. I guess that makes our safe word quack then.” He sobered. “Are you sure? I don’t want a twenty-four seven lifestyle, and I don’t think you do. But I do want to be sure that if we learn we’re right for each other, we both want the same thing. So let’s start by me saying, now, pet. Can you ride pillion?”
    Ailsa looked down at her pencil skirt and killer heels. Aidan reckoned she’d worn them as a confidence booster. For him, it made him ache to see what she wore underneath.
    “I’d rather drive, than be driven in this case. But yes, I can ride pillion, even dressed like this.”
    “Good, then let’s go. I think we’d be better off somewhere more comfortable. Where’s your car?”
    “At home. I got a lift and said I’d ring if I needed a ride anywhere later. But as of twenty minutes ago, I’m a free woman until eight a.m. on Monday, so”—she spread her hands wide—“I’m all yours.”
    “Trusting.”
    Ailsa shook her head. “Not really. Three people know where I am. One can track me, and I probably know as much about you as you do yourself.”
    “Then take your underwear off and get ready to ride pillion.”
    She shook her head and slowly lifted the edge of her skirt above her thighs so the lacy tops of her stockings showed.
    “I can’t do that.”
    Aidan’s heart plummeted and a heavy lump of disappointment wedged deep in his stomach. So much for saying she wanted to sub. Was it all just a game to her?
    “Why not? It’s not much to ask, and as my sub you’ll not wear underwear unless I say so.”
    “That’s a relief, Sir. However, I can’t take my underwear off for a very good reason.” She opened the top three buttons of her fine silk blouse, and let the sides gape until the valley between her breasts showed. Naked and braless. Then very deliberately, she turned her back on him and lifted the hem of her skirt higher until the tops of her legs were exposed and the edge of her rear showed.
    “You see, Sir, with regards to underwear? I’m not wearing any.”

Chapter Eight
     
     
     
    The way Aidan’s eyes widened and he blinked, just once, gave Ailsa hope. Hope that he’d understand and let her play.
    It had been a long week or so, talking and arguing with her boss, and finding out that whatever they were looking for had nothing to do with the owners or, as far as they could tell, the users of Diomhair. Not to mention discovering that Aidan’s father was only just on the right side of shady in his business practices. No wonder Aidan had been so wary. Oh, his father hadn’t broken any laws, but he wasn’t always totally open and