Secrets Remembered

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by Raven McAllen


  “Nothing, except you admitting you want someone as your sub,” David answered him. “This from the man who is adamant he wants no ties.”

  “Yeah well, hasn’t it hit all of us at one time? You think you’re really happy, and then, wham, you find out you aren’t. That something is missing and you don’t realize it until it, or in my case she, appears and affects you like a punch in the gut.”

  “True,” Kath said as she looked from one baby to another, where they slept side by side in two carrycots. “And I realize I need food. Or maybe gummy bears. Yep, definitely gummy bears, after all they’re fruit flavored so they have to be one of my five a day, yes?”

  “Sorry, honey. The clue is in the word flavor. Have some milk instead.” Jeff handed her a glass.

  Kath made realistic retching noises but drank the liquid and handed the glass back. Then she took up the laptop and began to type. “Okay, good to go. But I’d still like gummy bears.”

  Aidan laughed. “I’ll buy you some in the village when I get my paper in the morning. How’s that?”

  “Good, thank you. Can you sketch and talk?”

  “Of course. Right, so my father and his threats to us all.” Rapidly Aidan spoke of his father’s attitude and ultimatum. “I wondered at first if Ailsa had been sent by my father for some underhanded something. Then I accepted not even he could get things in place so fast.”

  “Ailsa?” Jess spoke for the first time since she’d returned to the lounge with the sketchpad and charcoal. She walked toward Aidan and peered over his shoulder.

  He shaded part of the sketch, tore it off the pad and handed it to Jess. “She said her name was Alisa Mac something, and she used to know you. To be honest, there was so much going through my mind, I was more concerned with trying to fathom out why she was here, because I was damned sure it wasn’t to sub, than listening to her name. I was somewhat annoyed and confused as well, because I thought Ross hadn’t locked the door.”

  Jess picked up the sketch and took a brief look at it.

  “Ailsa McLagan. I met her in the village a few weeks ago after not seeing her for years. We were friends when I lived here and… Fuck, shoot and bollocks. Oh, sorry, cover the babies’ ears and don’t wash my mouth out, Sir. She knows about the passage. We used to play in it as kids, and hide from Jeff in there because he could never find the mechanism. Is that it? Is it Ailsa who’s been wandering around and checking out stuff? Why, though?”

  Jeff took the sketch from her. “Are you sure this is your sometime mate? I don’t recognize her.”

  “You wouldn’t. You ignored her after she broke your spaceship, and Dad said you couldn’t tie her up and spank her. Grief, I’d forgotten that. It seems you had Dominant tendencies even at nine.”

  Kath looked up from the laptop. “Before my time. We were in Stirling until I was about thirteen. There’s no Ailsa McLagan on the members’ list, I’ve checked. Nothing remotely like it.”

  “I didn’t think there would be,” Aidan said. “She was clueless. I pushed, went all out Dom and teased her as well, but if Ross and Connie hadn’t come back then, I wouldn’t have played. There’s no way I’m causing any problems for Diomhair when some wannabe or not sub cries assault. Do you know anything about her now?”

  Jess shook her head. “I hadn’t even thought of her for years. When I saw her in the village I could have sworn she was as surprised as me to meet up. Is she on any social network, Kath?”

  Kath pressed some keys on the laptop and shook her head. “Not that I can see. Mind you neither are you, and lots of teachers, police or firemen, et cetera, et cetera choose not to have a profile or go for something stupid. Hold on… Blimey, now then… Oh yes…” She typed rapidly. “Got you, you bitch. Well, I think so. Look.” She turned the laptop toward the others.

  As if on cue, one of the babies began to grizzle. “Grub time. I need to feed Lola, because as sure as eggs are eggs, Grey will wake up any—” A wail from the other baby made her pause. “Told you. Someone pass me Lola and cuddle Grey whilst I get Lola latched on, and then I can get him attached as well. What someone does with more than two children who want feeding, I have no idea.”

  Aidan went to the Moses baskets, and peered in. “Who is who? I’m a clueless male who needs visual confirmation as to who is a she and who is a he.”

  “The one red in the face and screaming like he hasn’t been fed for a fortnight, which as he’s only twelve days old is impossible, is of course Grey. Typical male. He’ll have to wait. I got him latched on first last time.”

  It took a few seconds to sort out both babies. Then Kath looked up. “Well?”

  “Like an old hand,” Jess said. “Oh, you mean the article. Something’s rotten in the state of Denmark. Well, in the district of here anyway.”

  David whistled. “A policewoman, eh? Decorated for bravery and an inspector to boot. Now why didn’t we know that?”

  “Because she isn’t a member,” Aidan said. “Where’s the entrance to the passage?”

  “Leading question—and I feel sorry for your sub if you don’t know that,” Jeff replied and burst out laughing. “Sorry, couldn’t resist. It’s in the room we store furniture and use as an extra lounge if we need it. In what was David’s flat before we configured stuff. But damned if I can work the mechanism. Even now.”

  “You lot go and play detective,” Kath said. “Then come back and tell me what you find. I’ll get these two settled then we can have food and plot.”

  Chapter Seven

  “Aidan, there’s a policeman here who wants to talk to you.” Jackie poked her head around his office door. “You forgotten to pay a parking fine?”

  Aidan shook his head, although the way his mind had been working lately, he reckoned it could have happened. He checked the time. Almost five. Where had the day, or even the last week or so, gone? He needed to get his act together, forget about missing subs, and move on. It wasn’t easy, though, not when a certain scent, or a woman with short blonde hair, made his heartbeat speed up and his Dom side itch to punish someone. No, not someone, just her.

  “Aidan?”

  He’d forgotten Jackie was waiting for a reply. “Sorry, Jacks, I was wool gathering. Not that I know of. What’s his name?”

  Jackie snorted. “Chauvinist. He’s a she, an Inspector McLagan.”

  “Well, well.” Aidan pushed his chair back from the desk and tucked his T-shirt into his jeans. The anger that filled him surprised him, especially as he was wise enough to accept that it stemmed from hurt. “Tell her I’m busy.”

  “It’s an inspector of the police, Aidan.” And needs to be seen, her tone implied.

  “So? I guess she pees, farts and tells lies like the rest of us. I’m busy. End of.” Aidan stood up and waved his hands in the general direction of the outer office, even though the door between it and him was closed. “It’s almost time to shut up shop for the week. I have work to do so I can go home with a clear conscience. I’m serious, Jacks. I have no time for her.” Not now, not ever. “Any explanations or questions can be made in writing to Diomhair, not me.”

  Jackie’s eyes widened, but she merely nodded and shut the door behind her. She knew enough about Aidan’s life to know what Diomhair was.

  Within a few seconds, the door opened. As Aidan expected, his visitor was known to him.

  “Well, what have we here?” He knew his tone bordered on insolent and his visitor reddened. “It’s the wannabe, lying through her teeth, not really a sub, who doesn’t listen when she’s told I’m busy, big lady policewoman. So, Inspector, what can I do for you?”

  Her face was the color of the knickers he’d caught a glimpse of all those weeks ago.

  “Cut the crap, be an adult and let me explain, maybe? Or is your dick in an ‘I am the boss’ mode and not going to give in?” Her tone was scathing.

  Well that was coming to the point with a vengeance. Aidan felt about two inches tall and ashamed, but not for long. She was the one in the wrong, not him.
r />   “Fuck you.”

  Much to his surprise she giggled, and looked a lot less austere, and more like the lady he’d topped.

  “I so hope so.”

  “Well, maybe.” His respect for her, although grudging, crept up a few notches. “Now it’s ‘put your cards on the table’ time. Who the hell are you?” God, how it hurt to ask that. Aidan would have loved to continue whatever charade she had played, and see just how far she was prepared to continue, but not when the reputation of Diomhair was at stake. “You lied.”

  She dipped her head in agreement. “I did. But in my defense, I was at work. Legal and signed off by the necessary people to allow me to in effect break in. Yes, it can be done legally. It doesn’t happen often, and it has to be agreed by the Advocate General, but in certain circumstances, it’s agreed on. This was one of those times.”

  Aidan shut his mouth and bit back the sneering retort he had been about to make.

  “Like it or not, you, all of you, were suspects. Now you’re not. Not even your father, although I would like a few words with him over some asshat who works for him and alleged intimidation. But that can wait. However, I have permission to talk. It’ll be up to you where we go, if anywhere. But can you get me a chance to speak to the owners and so on?”

  “Are you going to let me be a Dom? Play and screw?” He cringed at his crudity. To his astonishment she laughed.

  “Maybe. Who knows? If you give me a good reason.”

  Aidan gave in to temptation. Sod it. He’d pay the price later—if he had to. Maybe she had her handcuffs with her…

  He grabbed Ailsa by the shoulders, kissed her hard on the mouth and drew back before she had time to respond. Her eyes were bright, and even from such a short contact, her skin was flushed. As she didn’t kick him in the balls or punch him in the face, Aidan took it as a good sign, spun her round and began to bend her over his desk.

  “Aidan, is everything okay?” Jackie’s voice came over the intercom.

  Shit. He’d been so caught up in the moment he’d forgotten Jackie was next door, and liable to enter at any minute.

  Ailsa giggled. He put his hand over her mouth and almost groaned when she sucked, licked and nipped the soft flesh of his palm.

  “Yeah, the inspector and I are old friends, with business to sort out. We’ll be a while, so er, you can knock off now. Just lock the door behind you.”

  Jackie sniggered. “That’s one way of putting it I guess. Okay, enjoy sorting, and see you on Monday.” She clicked the intercom off and a few seconds later he heard the main door bang. Evidently Jackie had been ready to leave on time.

  “Now where were we?”

  “Mrmp nmdrd,” Ailsa said behind his hand.

  “Really? Is that cop speak for a punishment spanking? I reckon I can obli— Fuck it, Ailsa, that hurt.” She’d bitten his palm, hard. He removed it from her mouth, and inspected the puncture holes. “If you were my sub, you’d not sit down for a week after that. You really do need to learn how to give respect.”

  “Ha. Pot, kettle and black.” Ailsa twisted around and leaned back on the desk. “You have to give it to get it.”

  She had a point.

  Aidan picked up one of her curls and wound it around his finger. “True enough. So shall we start the last ten minutes again? I was an arse, granted, but I never, ever lied about who I was.”

  “And I did, yes.” She leaned into his hand. “I’m more sorry than you’ll ever know, I had to do that. However, like I told you, I was at work and there were extenuating circumstances. So do you give me the chance to explain to everyone involved?” She straightened up, but not enough to dislodge his hand.

  “Do you give me the chance to take you? However I want? Now?”

  Why was he pushing her like that? Because I want her submission. All of it.

  “Is this ‘you show me yours and I’ll show you mine’ time?” Ailsa’s voice was laced with humor. “I’ve read up on safe words and stuff. I’m not as green as I was. Or maybe that should be I’m more green? Anyway, what do you want?” She paused and very slowly dipped her head, then looked up to stare him directly in the eyes before she briefly closed one eyelid. “Sir.”

  Aidan grinned. This could be fun. His body was taut with the thrum of anticipation that rushed through him and his dick swelled and hardened under its cover of denim.

  “What I want to do is bend you over the desk and rip off anything that hides you from me. Lift your skirts, tie your hands and feet so you’re nicely spread-eagled and open for me, and spank your arse until it’s rosy red and warm. But I won’t, not yet, not until you’re willing to see if we have the makings of a good Dom/sub relationship, and I know what was going on. What I will do is ask you if I can make love to you. Here, now and, yeah, probably over the desk.”

  Where had the words come from? Aidan was damned sure he hadn’t been going to say that. However, he admitted that he wanted her in any way possible, and he wasn’t going to even try the Dom/sub route until everything had been explained. Why he thought making love was different he didn’t know. It didn’t mean any less than dominating her, it was just different.

  Her eyes widened and again her skin suffused with color. She opened her mouth, closed it and swallowed.

  “How?”

  “Oh, the usual way, cock in pussy, with a condom. Nothing weird or untoward.” Aidan cringed once more at the words he’d spoken. He was usually a little less crude. “Sorry,” he apologized. “That’s crass. I’m off-kilter more than I thought, it seems. But I do want to make love with you and I do have protection.” He blessed the action that had him picking up a pack of condoms along with his meal deal at lunchtime. “I want to get to know you.”

  Ailsa was silent for the best part of a minute. She nibbled her thumb, and he bit back the words to tell her to stop. Then, slowly, she pushed herself upright and smiled.

  “Well now, Sir. Personally I don’t think we can have one thing without the other. I researched you. It’s amazing what you can find out when you have the might of a national government department’s computer behind you. And it all came up good. The one thing I did find, from various ‘I never divulge my sources’ places, was that you are a Master. More than a Dom, a good person to teach me all I want to know, and you don’t have a sub. Well, I’d like to make that maybe you don’t.” She slid to her knees and bent her head as she put her hands behind her. “I’m off duty now, Sir, and would ask if you’ll help me. Please show me how to be a good sub.”

  Aidan looked down at the top of her head. Her golden curls shined in the evening sunlight that streamed through the window with tiny motes of dust in its rays.

  “Any sub? Or my sub? What if I say I don’t want a sub?” He tugged her hair until she looked up.

  “Then I’ll say no thank you, Sir. Leave now and next time you see me it will be in an official capacity as I speak to those involved with Diomhair. I might be clueless, which you know anyway, but I am interested. However, it seems I’m like a baby duckling. Fixated on the first thing, or person, I saw that interested me in the lifestyle.”

  Aidan laughed. “I’ve never been a duckling’s Sir before. I guess that makes our safe word quack then.” He sobered. “Are you sure? I don’t want a twenty-four seven lifestyle, and I don’t think you do. But I do want to be sure that if we learn we’re right for each other, we both want the same thing. So let’s start by me saying, now, pet. Can you ride pillion?”

  Ailsa looked down at her pencil skirt and killer heels. Aidan reckoned she’d worn them as a confidence booster. For him, it made him ache to see what she wore underneath.

  “I’d rather drive, than be driven in this case. But yes, I can ride pillion, even dressed like this.”

  “Good, then let’s go. I think we’d be better off somewhere more comfortable. Where’s your car?”

  “At home. I got a lift and said I’d ring if I needed a ride anywhere later. But as of twenty minutes ago, I’m a free woman until eight a.m. on Monday, so”
—she spread her hands wide—“I’m all yours.”

  “Trusting.”

  Ailsa shook her head. “Not really. Three people know where I am. One can track me, and I probably know as much about you as you do yourself.”

  “Then take your underwear off and get ready to ride pillion.”

  She shook her head and slowly lifted the edge of her skirt above her thighs so the lacy tops of her stockings showed.

  “I can’t do that.”

  Aidan’s heart plummeted and a heavy lump of disappointment wedged deep in his stomach. So much for saying she wanted to sub. Was it all just a game to her?

  “Why not? It’s not much to ask, and as my sub you’ll not wear underwear unless I say so.”

  “That’s a relief, Sir. However, I can’t take my underwear off for a very good reason.” She opened the top three buttons of her fine silk blouse, and let the sides gape until the valley between her breasts showed. Naked and braless. Then very deliberately, she turned her back on him and lifted the hem of her skirt higher until the tops of her legs were exposed and the edge of her rear showed.

  “You see, Sir, with regards to underwear? I’m not wearing any.”

  Chapter Eight

  The way Aidan’s eyes widened and he blinked, just once, gave Ailsa hope. Hope that he’d understand and let her play.

  It had been a long week or so, talking and arguing with her boss, and finding out that whatever they were looking for had nothing to do with the owners or, as far as they could tell, the users of Diomhair. Not to mention discovering that Aidan’s father was only just on the right side of shady in his business practices. No wonder Aidan had been so wary. Oh, his father hadn’t broken any laws, but he wasn’t always totally open and honest about any pitfalls that might occur. Then a chat with someone called Lynette had given her another reason for Aidan’s unease. Finally, she’d gotten the agreement that she should be the one to explain and see if Jeff and co could help.

 

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