Free Secrets Dispelled by Raven McAllan Page A

as it touched his collar, and Finn itched to run her fingers through it.
    Shit, I have it bad. Now or never. Her skin was slick with perspiration, her hands clammy and her tummy churning.
    Finn stared at him and blinked rapidly. She took a deep breath. This was it.
    “With respect, Sir. No.”
    Coll stood up without taking anything out of the freezer, shut the door and leaned on it.
    “No, what?”
    “We’ll not put it off. Well,” she temporized as she thought fast. “I don’t mind putting off the club, but I do mind not getting even a wee taste of what you could do to me and for us, Sir.” Her heart thumped. Would he understand what she meant?
    “Elucidate, kitten.”
    “We’ve waited, Sir. We’ve talked and I know who you are. Now I need to discover who I am. What better way than now, when I need to get out of the mind-set I’m in? You explained how that can happen. I think I need to see for myself. I suggest it’s time you showed me how I’m to be yours.”
    Would he?
    If she hadn’t been studying him so closely, she wouldn’t’ve seen the rapid tic in his neck or the way he swallowed convulsively. Then he straightened up, put his hands into his pockets and smiled. For one brief moment she imagined she saw the signs of a predator in his expression before it immediately turned into one of dominance. It made the butterflies in her tummy dance about. She waited dry-mouthed as he took a long, leisurely perusal of her body.
    “Assume the position, kitten.”
    Those words made her knees tremble, her heart beat faster and her pussy muscles clench. Oh yes. She scrambled to do as he demanded, ignoring the usual aches and pains of the day. Food and a shower could wait but this couldn’t. As she knelt on the floor in front of her Sir and dipped her head, Finn heard his soft laugh.
    “Such a beautiful sight, my kitten. But we do need to shower. Shall I tell you to crawl into it and wait for me?”
    That was something she’d decided ages ago would be a great big red no. Now? Her juices gathered and under her dusty work trousers, her thighs were damp.
    “I would, Sir,” she said honestly and caught the swift look of amazement and pleasure that crossed his face before it became impassive once more. “Except,” she went on, “I’m a bit sore after a day’s work and I’d like to shower and then crawl. I’m not sure my knees would cope at the moment. The hot water works wonders.”
    I hope he understands.
    He did.
    “Good girl for being honest. Would you prefer a bath?”
    The pleasure in his voice made those abused knees go weak. “No, Sir, it’d take too long.”
    He laughed. “Then let’s go and shower together.” He lifted her into his arms and strode along the corridor to the big en-suite bathroom off his bedroom. Twice the size of the one she used and, she saw as he set her down, with a lot more attachments and fittings.
    Coll noticed where she looked. “Ah, the shackle points and grip bars. This used to be Jess and David’s place. They decorated it. Perfectly I reckon.”
    Finn grinned and blushed. “So do I, Sir.”
    “Good, kitten, then soon we’ll try them out for us. However not this time.” He turned on the shower and tugged his T-shirt over his head. Even though she was used to seeing him without it, this time as every other, the sheer male magnetism of him took Finn’s breath away. She stared dry-mouthed, and wondered for the umpteenth occasion just how they’d got to this point. That someone so overwhelmingly dominant had picked her to be his. They both knew it was more than a BDSM lifestyle choice and by choosing to move forward, they were setting the ground rules for a longer relationship. How it would pan out, she had no idea. Even Coll had agreed they needed to take everything one day at a time. After all she still didn’t know whether his needs would mesh with hers.
    Maybe tonight. She swallowed again.
    He noticed and beckoned her closer.
    “Unsnap my jeans, kitten.”
    Finn