Secrets Uncovered

by Raven McAllan

  Too uneasy to sit, Jeff paced the room, before he forced himself to stand and sip his drink as he looked out of the window at the scenery. The private hospital was on the lower slope of the hills not far from the castle and he could see down the valley to the loch a few miles away. Between it and him, two doves flew across the valley. As Kath had told him often enough, doves signified hope. Jeff decided to take it as a sign that all was well.

  The noise of the door opening made him start and drop his cup—luckily now empty. The auxiliary who had let him in stood there.

  “They’re ready for you, Mr Sutherland. I’m here to take you to the scan.”

  Jeff swallowed hard and wondered if she could hear the way his heart thumped or see how scared he was. This was it. He picked his cup up—china he realized with an inward grin—and followed the auxiliary.

  Kath gave him a big grin as he stood next to her.

  “Everything okay?” He kissed her nose, and she wrinkled it.

  “That tickles. Yes, truly everything is fine. I’ve wrenched my ankle and it’s going to resemble a gay pride flag, but Bump is as snug as a bug in a rug.”

  “Thank goodness.” Jeff’s heartbeat began to slow to a normal pace, and the pulse that had been assaulting his neck gave one last jerk and resumed its proper beat. “Your ankle.

  “I barley felt it. I was more concerned about other parts of my body. Once I knew Bump was okay all the other aches and pains demanded sympathy big time. It’s a teeny weeny wrench, really.”

  “Hmm. So what now?”

  “Hey, Daddy, shall we see if it’s a him, a her or a them?”

  His heart began to mimic the samba again. “Oh yes.”

  “That’s good because I’ve a feeling you’re both going to be very happy soon.” Emma had re-entered the room unnoticed by either of them. “Right, let’s get started.”

  Kath stretched her hand out and gripped Jeff’s fingers. He used his other hand to stroke her arm. “Hey, Mama, let’s see what you do have in there.”

  He didn’t loosen their grip as he stood to one side, and Emma smoothed gel over Kath’s tummy.

  Jeff stood in awe as the grainy picture unfolded on the screen.

  “Here’s the head and here’s the spine. And here’s the other head here. See?” Emma traced a line across the screen with a pointer.

  “Two?” Jeff knew his voice wavered, but he couldn’t have stopped it if he tried. Kath gasped and made an indeterminate sound, something between a laugh and a cry.

  He cleared his throat, conscious of a big knot of emotion lodged in it. “Really? We’re having two?”

  “Yep and both fine, healthy, comfy and doing exactly as they should. You’re twelve weeks five days and all healthy.” Emma grinned. “I’ll get some pictures printed and we’ll get Kath settled in her room for the night.” Emma went out and Jeff lifted Kath’s collar from the table.

  “Oh, please, I feel naked without it.” Kath dipped her head to let him fasten it around her neck. “Thank you, Sir. But, oh, I forgot, I was supposed to get my present.” Kath’s face dropped.

  “Don’t pout, pet, you’ll get your present soon. As soon as it’s possible. Now do as you’re told, and I’ll bring Jess in with me to see you later. What do you need apart from the obvious?”

  Jess touched her collar in a gesture he remembered so well. As she often said, her collar was her comfort blanket. “Chocolate and my eReader?”

  “Now how did I know you’d say that?”

  Kath rolled her eyes. “Because you’re my Sir and you know everything I like and need?”

  “Minx.” He kissed her and groaned as her hand brushed his cock over his jeans and it responded with alacrity. “Stop that, I have to drive.”

  “You could just snuggle next to me and let Jess get my stuff?” Kath said in a hopeful tone.

  “Good try. No. I need to see what David and Ross have found out. I’ll be back as soon as I can, and I’ll either bring Jess, or she’ll come in first. Okay?”

  “Of course, Sir.”

  Kath smiled and in it he saw her love and her submission. To see it now meant more than she’d ever know. It had been such an awful day, with scare upon scare. That the good news of twins was topped by her showing him respect was the icing on the cake.

  “That’s my pet. Now you rest and I’ll be back almost before you realize I’ve gone.” I hope. It really was the last thing he wanted to do, but he had to remember he had a business to run, someone or something was messing on his land and he needed to secure their future. With another kiss and a further soft caress of his cock by Kath, Jeff pulled back and left the room. The sooner he went, the sooner he’d be back. Although maybe he’d let Jess go first so she and Kath could have a girly cry or whatever seemed to cheer them up.

  Jeff drove back to the castle on automatic. His mind was full of ‘what if’ scenarios and a deep down anger for what had happened. The ‘what if’ was horrific and his gut churned at the thought of someone messing about with his love, their home and their future. To say nothing of their livelihood. BDSM might not be for everyone, hell, he wouldn’t want it to be, people needed to be individuals not sheep, but as long as you followed the safe, sane and consensual route, it was no one’s business except your own. Why some so-called do gooders seemed to think otherwise was a mystery and an annoyance.

  One more annoyance awaited him, it seemed. Lachy was standing patiently, with Finn by his side, as Jeff drew up outside the castle.

  The young girl—really she looked as if she should still be in high school, not carrying an empty and open shotgun over the crook of her arm—glanced at him, then dropped her eyes.

  Interesting. It wasn’t a guilty gesture, more a subservient one. Something to ponder over at a later date maybe?

  “Come on in.” He had no idea what, if anything, Finn knew about Diomhair, after all she’d worked for Lachy for a relatively short time. They tended to say a private members club and leave it at that.

  Jeff unlocked the door that led directly into the foyer for his apartment and ushered Lachy and Finn up the stairs. Had he locked the playroom door? Was their bedroom shut off? Well, he’d find out soon enough. As they reached the top landing, David and Ross appeared from the door that led into the offices of the club. Finn glanced in their direction before she looked away. She stood back as Jeff turned his key in the lock and opened the door to the living quarters.

  “Take a pew.”

  Finn carefully set her gun down and perched on the edge of a dining chair. “I’m not exactly dressed for indoors.”

  Lachy grinned. “Nor me, but if Jeff says sit, you know it’s aright tae do it.”

  Finn still looked dubious. Jeff nodded. “They wipe down. Right, coffee?”

  A chorus of “yes please” sent him into the kitchen to turn on the coffee machine. While he waited for it to create five cups of coffee, Jeff found a box of biscuits and laughed at the label on them. ‘Emergency rations, one per day’, written in Kath’s elegant script. He made a mental note to buy some more.

  “Okay, coffee up. Who’s going to start?”

  Lachy took a hefty swallow and put his mug down on the carpet. “Well it’s Finn’s story really, but I reckon it started a few months ago. Back in the spring, when we were feeding the poults, I thought some bugger was poaching the chicks. But there was never any real evidence you know? Over the summer everything seemed as it should. Well with the light nights, anyone would be hard pressed to get up to no good. In June I can be out and about at any time it’s light enough to see. That’s most twenty odd hours of each twenty-four. Lately though, as we get busier, and the days get shorter, both Finn and I have seen a white van around, though we’ve never got close enough to see who’s driving it.

  “Then today I went to Keepers to measure for curtains.” Finn spoke in a clear voice although she still didn’t look anyone in the eye. “Someone’s been in it. I left a few bits and bobs after we scrubbed it out yesterday, and well…” She blushed. “
Someone’s been looking through it.”

  “It?” Jeff asked. “As in what?”

  Finn did look at him then. “Well, if you must know, I’d moved a wee chest of drawers and a chair Lachy and Alexina gave me, as well as some of my kitchen stuff. I’ve got more stuff coming today and tomorrow, and I’m wanting to move in at the weekend. Anyway.” She took a deep breath. “I moved some of my clothes and, well, and someone rooted through them. I have a pair of knickers missing.” She paused, and Jeff sensed that had been hard for her to say. Why, he had no idea, unless discussing underwear was new to her.

  “Anything else?” he asked gently but in the firm tone of voice he used on a new and hesitant sub.

  “Is that not enough?” she asked indignantly. “Some ape pawing through my lingerie and getting his rocks off over my Janet Regers? I had to fling the lot out.” She shuddered.

  Jeff blinked as David stood up and paced the room.

  “You’re saying someone left the evidence? Of jerking off?” David’s voice rose, and Jeff touched his arm in a calm down gesture. They needed to hear more before they decided what to do.

  “What? Oh, Lord, no, sorry. But why pinch my undies? Hell, they still had the labels on. I’m so not impressed, and neither will whoever it was be if I get my hands on them. I’ll stuff the knickers in their mouth and pretend it’s William Tell’s apple. I’m a bit rusty with my bow and arrow skills, but then I’m happy to brush up on them. Bastards.” The ferociousness of her voice was at odds with her five foot two, blonde hair, slim persona. “Not only that, the lock’s been messed with so even if I lock the door, it’s easy enough to slip the catch. Well.” She grinned a gamine, urchin grin that transformed her from a shy, hesitant young girl to a confident, young lady. “I reckon that’s what whoever it is thinks. I know differently. They might get in, but they sure as hell won’t get out. I’ve fixed the door to slam, and once it’s done that it’s locked by a combination that’s known by me alone. Everywhere else is secure. No one, but no one, messes with my stuff. And no one but no one disses with my job.” She bit her lip then went on. “I did ask Lachy if it was okay, and he said as long as I didn’t sort it so I blew anyone’s balls off.” Finn paused and the grin reappeared once more. “I told him he was a spoilsport.”

  Chapter Eight

  “I’m bored.”

  “Stop sounding like Kirsten Black in history classes.” Jess swatted Kath’s bum with the tea towel she was holding. “What’s up now?”

  Kath sighed. “Nothing, that’s the problem. Oh we’re sticking to our new protocol, but it’s all so blooming tame. I know we’re not going to scene or anything, but I just want to watch a nice spanking or a really good wax play session. You know, experience by proxy. And Jeff said he had a present for me over a month ago, and I’m still waiting. He just keeps saying soon. Well soon I’ll be the size of a bus, not merely the size of a Ford Transit.” She knew she sounded like a whiny, sulky, spoiled kid. It didn’t need Jess’ raised eyebrow to tell her that.

  “Talking of which, why has no one told me what’s been found out about that bloody van and my hermaphrodite? Has he-she-it just vanished into thin air? Aliens and all that?”

  Jess waggled her finger even as she laughed. “You know as much as I do. Poor Finn has had to move into the other lodge because they’re staking out Keepers Cottage. No one’s been near or by since she fiddled with the lock. Lachy is looking gray, bloody Donny has gone on the sick with, allegedly, a bad back and David and Jeff are working their asses off. Finn seems to have a shotgun permanently attached to her arm, oh, unless it’s a bow and arrow, and I won ten quid on the lottery. Term’s still got too much to run, and I swear students get thicker each semester. How’s that? Oh, and you’re whining.”

  “I’m sorry.” Kath sighed. “I’m being a brat. And even that won’t get me a good flogging. Oh shit, that sounds bad. I mean, I don’t really want one, well, I do but I don’t. But a few swats wouldn’t go amiss. I even asked Emma, and she gave me the go ahead. However, your lovely brother says no, and I can understand where he’s coming from. But I need the sting, Jess. Dammit, I’m not being sick, I’m well past the three month mark, and horny as hell. In fact, that state of body is permanent. I want to wear my new corset, do my nails, put on my fuck me gently new flats and show off my bump with pride.”

  “Very good, pet. Then you’d better go and do it then.”

  Kath spun round to see Jeff leaning on the doorjamb, and Jess making good her getaway. “Sir?”

  “You’ve been a good girl, pet, and waited almost patiently. So tonight you can have your present. Now I’m going next door so you can greet me properly. I’m early, but I thought you might need a little help to get ready.” His eyes glinted and Kath wanted to run and fling her legs around his waist and run her clit over his cock as they both loved so much. Except she knew it would be a lumber and Bump wouldn’t be too pleased at being squashed.

  “Yes, Sir.” Kath dipped her head. Her body on fire with the excitement of the unknown, unexpected, something that was going to happen, scenario. She followed Jeff into the lounge.

  Jeff sat in his chair and stretched his legs out. The stance emphasized the length of his thighs and the rigidity of his cock. Kath licked her lips. Seeing him in that position made her damp, and when he stroked his cock over his denims, tracing its length, she swallowed hard. She wanted him in her, and not just in her mouth. Her channel would have forgotten what it felt like to be full.

  She sat on her chair and noticed how much larger the swell of her tummy was. As Jeff began their evening ritual and touched her bump, Kath felt something strange. A soft flutter deep inside her.

  “Oh, God, one of them is moving. Here.”

  She grabbed his hand as he lifted his head to stare at her, a question in his eyes.

  “He or she’s moving. I felt a twitch. Oh shit, I know it says you won’t feel it yet, but I reckon whoever it was is saying hello, Daddy.”

  Kath wanted to cry. How perfect was that?

  Jeff blanched and rubbed his eyes. “Pet, that’s the loveliest thing. So would you like your present?”

  She grinned. “Oh yes, please, Sir, but what about the rest of our protocol?”

  “That’s part of the present. That chair is getting less comfortable for you, isn’t it?”

  Kath wrinkled her nose, she might have known he’d notice that. She wriggled. “Yes, Sir, but I can still get up from it.”

  “Just. Come on, let me show you what’s going to happen.” He held his hand out and helped her to her feet. “We’re going to do this now.” He walked to the bedroom door. “Close your eyes, pet, and let me lead you.”

  “No blindfold? Er, I mean no blindfold, Sir?” Kath giggled as Jeff tapped her bum and rubbed each larger-than-they-were-a-few-months-before globes.

  “I’m remembering these, pet. I’m jotting them all down in the notebook you gave me.”

  “Ohh good, Sir.” She shut her eyes. “I’m ready.” Jeff’s arm steadied her as he put it around her shoulder and urged her forward. She counted the steps. Even this small act of surrender to him made her skin tingle. She was in his hands and dependent on him for her welfare. The fact he trusted her to keep her eyes shut was more arousing than if he had blindfolded her. Kath loved it. Her pussy muscled clenched and unclenched with each step, and by the time she’d counted ten, she could feel moisture on her thighs. It was as well he stopped and turned her to one side, or she’d be rubbing her thighs together and trying to come. Even though each night Jeff played with her clit, and she sucked his cock until he shuddered and came, her climaxes were steady and beautiful but not explosive and body shattering. It was different, though no less beautiful, and left her sated. Generally those long, carefully built-up feelings suited her more mellow moods. Not at that moment. Now she was on fire and every step increased the heat by several notches.

  “Open your eyes, pet.”

  She did as he asked and blinked. The chair set near the fireplace was h
igher than most of the chairs she’d seen. It was the right height for her to sit on without bending over much. In front of it was a matching footstool and beyond that, a bench.

  “Sir?” It looked like a spanking bench, but surely not?

  He smiled. “Chair for you, bench for me to sit on for now, and to bend you over after the babies are born. It’ll go into the playroom. Just so you don’t think I’ve forgotten. The footstool will be used as and how I think fit. If, and only if you feel up to it, once I come home each evening, we’ll come and play for a while. Otherwise a kiss as I arrive will do me nicely. Remember though, all you need to say is ‘chief’, and I’ll know it’s tea and toast not cock and come.”

  She liked the sound of that. “So if it’s cock and come, what do I say?”

  He stroked her nipple and she nearly hit the roof. The gesture was as unexpected as it was arousing.

  “How about, please, Sir? Can I have more?” He twisted an imaginary mustache with one hand and mimed the swish of a cane with the other.

  Kath burst out laughing. “Then, please, Sir. May I?”

  “No, get dressed in that sexy new corset, and let me fasten you in it. Then cover it with the skirt I’ve put in the dressing room for you. Put on those fuck me flats and let’s go and party.”

  He winked, whistled and walked out of the room, leaving Kath to stare after him with her mouth open. Jeff in his playful, but still all out masterful mood wasn’t something she’d seen a lot of over the past few months. To see it back was brilliant.

  “And let me watch you get into the corset.” He called back from the other room. “We have half an hour or the party will start without us.”

  It better not, and it’ll take me half that time to paint my toes.

  Maybe bare nails were the way to go? Kath looked longingly at her shelf of nail polish and turned away. Just for once, her toenails could see the world without armor. Anyway, at the rate she was growing, they might as well get used to it. To see them, let alone reach them was soon going to be a fond memory. Thankful she’d showered and washed her hair earlier, and Jess had styled it for her, Kath put on the minimal make up Jeff liked and took her corset out of the cupboard. She ran her hands over the soft velvet, reveling in the luxurious texture as it crossed her fingers. The deep midnight blue shimmered in the lamplight, and the silk ribbons slid over her palms like the finest wine. The skirt he’d put over the ladder back chair was new to her. Softly paneled, it glittered with tiny sequins and made her mouth water. How much of her it covered was debatable. So what if she did look like an elephant at a festival? She was proud of her bump and pleased Jeff was too.