Free Secrets Dispelled by Raven McAllan Page B

took the two steps to bring her to him.
    “Shut your eyes, kitten.”
    “Eh? But how….” He put his finger over her lips.
    “By touch. Shut your eyes.” His voice took on the Dom cadence that she responded to automatically. Each evening he’d spoken to her in that voice. She never knew when or what he would say, but she responded and did as he said. Every time. Just like Pavlov’s dog, she’d told him the previous day and only half in jest.
    “Never,” Coll had assured her. “You respond because it is your deepest desire to do so. Not by rote but by desire. There is a difference.”
    She accepted that, just as she accepted she wanted to close her eyes.
    “My good kitten. What’s your color?”
    “Green, Sir.”
    Why would it be anything else when at last they’d taken this next step?
    “Then, assume the position and maybe I’ll give you a helping hand.”
    She obeyed with alacrity, felt him take hold of her fingers, then she touched the snap of his jeans. Thank goodness he had helped. She would have put her hands much lower and…
    Embarrassed much? Heat flooded through her at the thought of how she would have felt if she’d fumbled with his cock not the snap. Not yet, not until…unless he says so. Not yet. Then, oh yes, but now… Finn wrenched her thoughts back to the task in hand. Strange how with your eyes closed, the simple act seemed so much more complicated. Eventually she felt the metal disc part company from its fastenings and she sat back on her knees.
    It was true just how heightened her senses were. She could hear her own breath, almost echoed by Coll. Somewhere a clock chimed the half hour, and the freezer clicked on with a whirr. Noises that wouldn’t usually have registered.
    There was a rustle and Coll’s voice came from near her left ear. “Perfect, kitten. Now take off your top.”
    That was easier, and with her eyes closed, she couldn’t tell whether a sweaty vest and no doubt a grubby bra would disgust him. Oh, he’d seen her in very little before but not in her ‘after a day’s work’ underwear, even if it was more seductive than sensible. Some things weren’t negotiable to her sensible self. Lacy knickers and thongs were one of them.
    “Shower time.”
    “I’m still in my trousers,” Finn said and he chuckled.
    State the obvious, why don’t you?
    “Not for long. Okay, you can open your eyes now.” She did as Coll bade, just in time to see him hook his hands in the waistband of her drawstring trousers and pull them down over her hips.
    “Everything else so sensible and red lacy undies,” he said with a laugh. “I love it.” To her amazement he pressed a hot kiss to the lace that covered her mound. “Now unless you want me to rip them, and that would be a pity, I suggest you take them off and get under the spray.” He took a step back and held his hands out. “I’m shaking.”
    He was shaking? She was a nervous wreck. Finn wished she knew how to be sultry or seductive. In all the books she’d read, the heroine would turn this simple act into something sexy. Ah well. She did as she always did and stepped out of her knickers with an insouciance she didn’t feel.
    “Now you please, Sir.” Was that husky voice really her? Nerves made her speak deeper. It was better than high and squeaky, at least, and she hoped it didn’t sound stupid and false. Finn wondered why she felt like a teenage virgin. She was neither. It was, she accepted, because this was the start of something so special and important she hardly dare think about all the ramifications involved. So, no virgin, but definitely virgin territory.
    “My pleasure.” Coll slid the zip of his jeans down, with, she noticed, his hand between the teeth and his cock.
    Sensible.
    He paused, grinned and in a parody of one of her unconscious tics, ran his tongue over his lips. Then he slowly pulled the soft denim downwards. His cock sprung free of its confines and stood out proudly from its nest of dark, wiry