Secrets Uncovered
A Totally Bound Publication
Secrets Uncovered
ISBN #
978-1-78430-120-0
©Copyright Raven McAllan 2014
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright July 2014
Edited by Jennifer Douglas
Totally Bound Publishing
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
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Published in 2014 by Totally Bound Publishing,
Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN
Warning:
This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a
heat rating
of
Totally Sizzling
and a
Sexometer
of
1.
Diomhair
SECRETS UNCOVERED
Raven McAllan
Book two in the Diomhair series
Convincing a Dom that pregnancy doesn’t mean the end of all play can take some doing. Kath is horny and determined, but what does Jeff think?
Pregnancy should be the happiest time of your life. What’s a sub to do, however, when her Dom won’t touch her? Kath can’t understand why Jeff is being so difficult. After all, she’s pregnant, not ill, and she’ll combust with sexual frustration if she can’t seduce Jeff into play.
Jeff can’t help but worry over Kath’s health. It doesn’t matter what anyone, including the doctor, says about sex being okay, his mind tells him otherwise. It’s his duty to protect his sub, even if he’s giving himself blue balls in the process. He’ll do anything to keep her and their baby safe.
With the two of them at an impasse, tension runs high, especially when the future of Diomhair is threatened by an unknown enemy.
As they pull together to secure their home, and their workplace, can they also resolve their personal problems, or does pregnancy spell the end of their Dom/sub relationship?
Dedication
To, Paul, with love. To my fabulous editor Jenny, and to Doris, who both offer encouragement and virtual chocolate. To Totally Bound for giving me the opportunity to write this series.
Last but not least to everyone who reads this story. Thank you all
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Mini Cooper:
BMW AG
Sherlock: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
James Bond: Ian Fleming
Bittersweet Symphony
: The Verve
JCB: J.C. Bamford Excavators Limited
Mars bars: Mars, Inc.
Jo Malone: Jo Malone
Stinking Bishop: Charles Martell and Son
Janet Regers: Designs by Janet Reger Limited
Ford Transit: Ford Motor Company
Velcro: Velcro Industries B.V.
Chapter One
Her over-sensitive nipples should have raised red flags. If there was one thing Kath adored it was nipple clamps and chains on her when they played. Now she bit her lips to stop herself shouting red. Her arms were tied how she liked them—with soft buttery leather and pale pink silk covered cuffs, and her legs were spread wide, held by yet more comfortable restraints. Bent over the bench with the clamps weighted and dangling down into the air, Kath was wet with need and anticipation. This was her Dom and she loved how he made her feel. Usually.
You can do it. It’s fine, it’s what you want.
She did her best to breathe through the pain like Jeff had taught her, and to embrace the sensations. It wasn’t working. When the first thud of the flogger hit her ass, she screamed long and loud.
Oh, God, oh shit, oh fuck, ohhh it hurts.
She thought she shouted red, but her mouth was full of cotton wool, and she couldn’t frame the letters. Kath gave in, and let the void swallow her as the world went black.
She came back to consciousness to hear Jeff swearing. Words alien to him. Words her mum would have washed her mouth out for. The room spun as he picked her up and his footsteps changed from the splat as he trod on linoleum to the heavier thud that echoed around as he walked over the parquet of their hallway.
They’d left their playroom and were moving. Even in her woozy state she realized that. To the bedroom then? Kath couldn’t even rouse herself to be upset they hadn’t played out their scene and she was still as horny as hell. That was a problem she hadn’t gotten the energy to ponder. How could she still want to be fucked senseless at the same time as wanting to throw up? The second thought became uppermost and a priority.
“I need to be sick,” she said urgently, and Jeff changed direction to set her down next to the loo. He held her hair back as Kath, with no thoughts of embarrassment, upchucked everything in her stomach and then some. She felt wretched. Staring at the inside of the toilet bowl wasn’t one of the nicest things in the world. Even if it did have flowers on it.
“All done?” Jeff passed her a wet flannel, and she nodded as she wiped her face and hands.
“For now anyway.”
Kath watched as the lime green pine disinfectant that coated the sides of the toilet bowl disappeared and the water flushed the evidence away. Her stomach ached with the violent exercise she’d given it, and the piny smell of the disinfectant that she usually liked was nauseating. What on… Oh grief. Could she be? Things began to add up.
The sudden craving for strong coffee when she’d always been mocked for her weak as dishwater preference was something to wonder about. The aversion to the Stinking Bishop cheese and pickle with crackers she’d picked at and then decided she wasn’t hungry. To say nothing of an achy back, sore boobs and a dislike of her favorite perfume. Her bustier dug in and her jeans were bursting at the seams. Kath added up weeks on her calendar and decided a visit to the chemist was needed. The only thing was—when should she tell Jeff what she suspected? Children weren’t something they’d discussed in any detail, apart from taking the usual precautions against conceiving. It looked like the condom gremlins might have been at work, but when? There hadn’t been any occasion lately when as Jeff so poetically put it, ‘this raincoat isn’t fit for purpose’. Pregnant? Surely not. Along with marriage it was in the ‘yeah maybe one day file’, not the ‘for immediate attention’ one.
He sponged her forehead. “Okay now?”
Kath nodded. “I think so. Once I’ve cleaned my teeth and used the mouthwash.”
He scowled. “I said that fish smelled fishy.”
Kath giggled, and he looked sheepish as he put toothpaste on her brush and handed it to her. She took it gratefully, pleased to be able to freshen her breath and not feel as if she was twenty and experiencing the after effects of a boozy night out at uni. Jeff waited until she’d finished and lifted her into his arms. His cock bounced under her ass, and she smiled. He might think it was all over, but his dick didn’t.
There’s hope yet then
. She remembered Jeff’s last statement and sniggered.
“Duh, bad pun, hon.”
“Yeah well, you know what I mean. Okay, pet, bed and a drink of water. Will you be all right if I go to tidy up the playroom?” He tucked her under the duvet as if she were a child. It was both comforting and annoying.
“Of course. But, well…” Kath looked up at his cock still hard with tiny droplets of pre-cum coating it. “We haven’t finished.”
“Oh yes we have. I can cope for once.”
“Oh, well, good for you, but what about me?” She sounded like a petulant child, but dammit, she was wet, horny and wanted to come hard and fast. It made her irritated. Yes, she acknowledged, in their scene it wouldn’t have happened like that. However, deprived of the scene, she needed those feelings to overwhelm her and let her forget what she’d missed. Kath ignored the fact she’d tried to cry red. There was a reason for that.
Jeff raised one eyebrow, all Dom and all dominant, and Kath shivered. She loved that masterful ‘I know what’s best’ side of him, but at that moment she wished he’d sat on it. She needed to come, and if he wouldn’t fuck her, then bugger it, she’d do it herself.
“You can wait, it’ll do you good, pet. None of this bratty attitude now, please.”
It seemed he understood her expression.
“Not when I can’t give you the punishment it merits. Not unless you want me to remember and add it to the one you deserve for scaring me senseless and then me having to wait as well?” He grinned. Kath knew that grin. Wicked, evil and plotting summed it up nicely. Under any other circumstances, her brat-level would increase, just to see what creative punishment he’d come up with. Not tonight though. She gave a weak smile.
“Sorry, Sir.” She loved Jeff in every way possible, and to call him Sir gave her a delicious thrum deep inside her. He was her Master, and without him, her life would be colorless and bland.
He kissed the tip of her nose, and Kath wriggled it. His touch tickled and she knew that was one reason he did it.
“Ah, love, I’m cruel to be so stern, and you so ill. Try and sleep. I’ll be back as soon as I’ve cleaned up. If you’ve been good, I might give you a little treat.”
“A climax?” Kath asked drowsily. She felt as drained as if they’d scened in the club. Dimly she heard Jeff chuckle.
“Maybe a cuddle.” He untied the ribbon from her ponytail and stroked her hair back from her face in a loving gesture.
“Mm, ‘skay then. That would help.” She rolled onto her side and wrapped her arms across her tummy. She hardly dared believe it might be true. To be honest, she’d given up hope of conceiving. Endometriosis and irregular periods weren’t conductive to having children.
Nor is using a condom
. Even though the chances of starting on the next generation were small, they’d made the decision together not to take any chances.
Now, unless it
was
the fish, maybe that decision had been taken out of their hands. Kath began to add up numbers in her head. Usually she and Jeff’s twin sister Jess came on within days of each other. The last time Jess had flung herself into a chair and muttered about domming Doms and stomach cramp, Kath had commiserated, thinking she’d be doing the same thing before the week was out. But now she realized she hadn’t. They’d been busy overseeing the construction of a new dungeon, and she and Jess had been told to design a subs’ paradise to go nearby. In between berating builders who seemed the think a spanking bench was a necessity in a wax play area, and one shower in the subs’ paradise was enough, she’d forgotten all about her missed visit from ‘Fred’. So by her calculations, if she was right, she was almost four weeks overdue, and… Kath swallowed hard and did her best not to let her heart miss a beat. It
could
have been the fish.
