Free Secrets Dispatched by Raven McAllan Page A

and how to give it to you.”
    “Ah, well, who knows? However, as an observer, your dungeon is very you,” Shane said somewhat cryptically. “Sir, can we go back to hypothetically again?”
    Shane pushed herself up off the door and stood straight in front of him, with her hands neatly tucked behind her back. She was, Ross decided, such a mass of contradictions. One moment scared, uncertain, questioning every last thing and looking as if she’d love to whip the subbie blanket off the back of the chair and cover herself, the next unconscious of her surroundings and state of dress, and so much a sub, it was beautiful to see. The sooner she spoke to Jess and got whatever it was sorted out, the better.
    “When we get out of here, why not?” If it was the way to get answers, Ross was all for hypothetical. “Have you seen enough, kitten?” He moved toward her and held his hand out. She took it and let him cuddle her in. Her hair tickled his arms, and her breath caressed his skin like a lover. Her hands at the base of his spine were warm, and gave him hope.
    “Because standing in here with you is testing my patience to the limit,” Ross went on. “This is my dungeon, where I know I can make you enjoy things you’ve probably never dreamed of. Show you what a perfect sub you are and how good we would be together.” Never again was he going to give her a chance to doubt his intentions. It would be will and when, not maybe or if. “Apart from that, I’m so fucking hard, I’m the one in pain. I can’t make up my mind in what order I’d like to do first. Fuck you or make you fly.”

Chapter Eight
     
     
     
    Well that was telling her his intentions with a vengeance. Shane put her arms around Ross, and decided naked or not, she liked being close to him. Of course it would be easier in clothes—her wet legs and damp pussy hair wouldn’t be so obvious then. Every word he’d said curled around her like a warm blanket and increased her arousal. It was getting harder and harder not to just give in and sub liked she wanted to.
    It was something she’d never thought could or would happen, and here she was denying herself the chance to experience everything her dreams were made of. One of the reasons she’d been attracted to Pete the Plonker was she’d thought he reminded her of Ross. Now of course she wondered how she’d deluded herself so easily. They were chalk and cheese.
    Shane almost bit her lip but stopped herself just in time. Damn it, why couldn’t Jess have been around? More to the point, why was it so damned important she made certain Jess had moved on and her brothers hadn’t scared or scarred her in any way, before she, Shane, moved on herself?
    “Sir, can you tell me honestly without sharing stuff you shouldn’t, how Jess is?” Shit, I sound needy and weedy and pathetic. And I can’t even say pull up my big girl panties, I’m not wearing any. “It’s really important.”
    “Hypothetically?”
    “No, really. Hypothetical is if I did say I’d sub, could we go slowly?”
    The look he gave her could shrivel leaves faster than the sun back home.
    “If you have to ask that, there’s no point in continuing.”
    Shane lost her temper. “Fuck you, Mr. up-his-own-arse-so-far-he’s-blind Mackie.” She screamed the words, pushed his arms off her, stalked stiff legged to the bed and thumped the mattress. It was that or him and at least the mattress wouldn’t hit back. As her hand met the surface, she wasn’t so sure. There wasn’t a lot of give in it, and the jolt went right up her arm. She bit back even more swear words.
    “I want to say yes. I want to roll over onto my back and shout, take me I’m yours, but I can’t, not yet. I want to keep saying, Ross, please be a Dom to me until you believe me and do it. But, how the hell can I have my happiness when I don’t know if Jess has hers? And if she hasn’t, is it all my fault for not speaking out? I need to know first. I need to know.”
    She sat