Free Secrets Shared by Raven McAllan

stretched the denim that covered his legs, and outlined the long firm length of his cock. Damn, if he didn’t have that shirt tucked in, I’d bet my wine his dick would be peering over the waistband to say hi. And I’d be shaking its head, er, hand, er… Fuck it…
    “That, buster, is none of your business.” And there was no way she was going to tell him how many years, months, weeks, days—and with a quick look at her watch—hours and minutes it had been. “Long enough to know what I do and don’t need. So, now I’ve told you, get whatever else you insist on over and done with, eh? A glass of wine, my e-reader and my bed are calling.” And I hope to hell I make it out of here in one piece. “I’m happy with my lot.”
    “So, if you’re happy, why are you running away? Surely if you’re happy, nothing here’s going to bother you. And if you’re not interested, why are your nipples boring a hole in my shirt, your pussy damp, your channel full and your clit throbbing like the drums at a rock concert? I don’t need you naked to know that—or that you’re lying to yourself, Jessica. And to me. If you want to kid yourself you’re not aching for me to show you how a proper Dom acts, that’s your problem. But you don’t lie to me about it. Do you understand?”
    With a humph , Jess managed not to cross her arms over her nipples. Her tight, and prominent as cherries on a cake, nipples. She daren’t answer him, so she nodded instead.
    “Good. So if I said after we’ve looked around, I’m happy to be your teacher, and show you just how amazing and perfect a true Dom-sub relationship is, what would you say?”
    He stared at her, his gaze penetrating and his face calm. Was he as unperturbed as he portrayed? A tiny almost unnoticeable tic at the side of his eye seemed to say otherwise. Jess was convinced he was willing her on to hand him her trust and move forward.
    Jess twirled her hair around her finger and studied the strands. She was convinced there were a few split ends that needed trimming. Her juices gathered as she considered his words. Did she want it? Oh, she knew to see the other side of the coin was the only way to kill the demons, but was she ready to go there? After all, she reasoned with herself, it’s only these last few hours I’ve remembered what happened and not thrown up.
    “Um…” Duh, articulate or what? “I don’t know. Look, David, just show me around and let me go. Don’t you think I’ve had enough angst for one evening? Two hours ago, I was under the impression I was off clubbing for a dance, a few drinks and a dissing of the too-young lads. Then I found I’d been tricked. By my own brother and my best friend. Oh, it’s okay, I accept that in actual fact they didn’t know, totally, why I had no interest in finding a partner, or as Kath so nicely put it, getting out of my rut and rutting.” She snorted. “They just came to the conclusion I’d met an asshole who’d come on too strong.” Her eyes hardened. “No?”
    “Ask them”
    She raised her eyebrows and bit her lip. “Don’t you worry I will. Even so, this is a bit of a leap. And you? Okay, yeah if it wasn’t for all the Master and sub stuff, I admit I might be attracted.” Oh grief did I actually say that? Talk about foot in mouth syndrome.
    David laughed. A deep, warm, wrap around her and think of chocolate laugh. It snuck inside her veins and circulated round her body in a zing of excitement.
    “Might. Come on now, Jess, think on. I might not be your Dom yet—which is perhaps as well, or you’d be finding out how you enjoyed a spanking for punishment not pleasure rather sooner than either of us anticipated. However, you owe it to both of us to be honest.”
    I do? Her knickers were damp between her legs, and her clit was clenched around one side of them as if it was the safely net between it and sudden death. The analogy made her laugh. Wasn’t a little death what she was hoping for at some point? Even