“Color?”
“Green.” She sounded surprised that he’d asked.
“Green what, pet?”
He wondered if she’d reply as grass, or grow the rushes oh, but she snapped back at him.
“Oh, hell, sorry, Sir. Green, Sir. I’m crap at this. You might as well just give up.”
Aidan spoke softly into her ear. “That won’t work, pet. You want to sub, or you wouldn’t be here like this. It’s a learning curve, and I won’t start punishment for things like forgetting the Sir, yet.” He blew into her ear and she squirmed. “Not until tomorrow.” He stood up and let the strands of the flogger trail over her back and across her rear. “Now, count.” He brought the strips of leather down onto her arse, hard enough to make her gasp, not too hard to put her off. The second stroke he knew would sting a little more. She still didn’t speak so he added a third on top of the first. Already a nice gentle glow was appearing on her skin. He loved seeing it, and knew damn well his dick—which he often thought had a mind of its own—would be trying to peer over the top of his jeans, and adding pre-cum to his sweat slicked skin.
“Count or I’ll have to start again.”
“Eh?” Her voice was slurred.
“Count the strokes, pet. Let the sting play with you, but count the strokes.” He swung the flogger. “Like this, one.”
“One,” she repeated the word.
With each stroke he chose the landing spot with care and consideration, and increased the pressure. After each set of two, he rubbed her arse, which he reckoned would be getting tender. By twenty he knew the sting would be harder, prolonged and leave more of a mark. He’d deliberately underplayed the results when he’d reassured her earlier. There was no need to enable panic to set in.
Ailsa counted out the hits in a steady voice, and when they got to twenty, Aidan put the flogger down, untied her and held her close. She gave a shudder, as he wrapped her in a soft mohair throw he’d left handy.
“Well done, pet. I’m proud of you.”
“Really? I didn’t do much.” She snuggled into him and rested her head on his sweaty chest.
“You did, you know.” Aidan handed her a sports bottle of water, and wiped the bits of chest he could reach with a towel. “Here, sips, not gulps, please. You took those blows like a pro. I’m going to enjoy seeing how far I can push you.”
Ailsa sipped some water and held the bottle out to him. “Thank you. You know it’s such a relief just to let you take control. I have to make decisions all day at work, some which aren’t very nice. To know you’ve taken our decisions out of my hands, that my only job is to obey you, well it’s a real turn-on. The minute you say pet to me, I go all gooey inside, and want to roll over for my tummy to be tickled.” She giggled. “Or it seems my arse to be spanked. Me who hates nicknames like pet, or lamb and stuff. Now I don’t even mind being bound, and ever since my cousin Sandra tied me to a tree and left me when we were playing cowboys and Indians the thought has terrified me. I was there for what seemed like hours. Mum said it was twenty minutes, because Sandra had forgotten where I was.”
Aidan laughed. “I’d never forget you.”
“Mmm, I know, Sir. I trust you.”
“If I say, pet, now I’m going to make love to you?”
“Definitely then, Sir. Yes, please, Sir. As long…” she hesitated.
He knew what she was going to say. “With protection. Every time.”
She let her breath out in a long whoosh. “Thank you. What would you like me to do?”
Aidan stood up and put her down carefully onto the mattress. She gasped when her bum met the cold covers and winced. “Ouch. Blimey that nips.”
“Roll onto your tummy, and when you’re ready, get onto your knees. I’m going to get some cream to rub in and then I’m going to take you from behind. Oh, don’t worry.”
She’d got halfway into the position he’d demanded, stiffened and turned to look at him. He understood the questioning look on her face.
“No anal, pet. Not yet. I think a sore arse on the outside is enough for you to cope with for now. Yes?”
“Yes, Sir.” The relief was evident. It seems anal needs to be discussed. Aidan filed that information away, to be discussed at a later date. If Ailsa didn’t like it, he’d do his damnedest to change her mind. It struck him how little they knew about each other, but how accepting they’d become in such a short time. Was that a good thing? Only time would tell.
He patted her bottom gently. “Breathe and relax, lie down if you want. I won’t be a second.”
He went into his playroom via the narrow door at the side of his bed, tugged off his jeans and picked up the lotion he wanted, along with some condoms. His cock was hard and jutted out from its bed of hair, swaying as he walked. Aidan gathered the droplets of pre-cum on the head and licked them absently. Next time he hoped it would be Ailsa that gathered them and tasted them, not him.
When he returned to the bedroom, she was flat on her tummy. As he approached the bed, she went onto her knees and rested her head on a pillow.
Aidan smoothed the cooling lotion over her reddened arse.
“Hmm, that feels so good, Sir.” Her voice was soft and sleepy.
He ran his fingers between her legs and rubbed her clit. She was wet, and when he put one finger inside her, she clenched her muscles to hold him there. Aidan pulled the digit out and she moaned. He pinched her clit, just enough for her to hiss.
He chuckled. “I’ve got something better, pet.” Aidan made short shrift of donning a condom. Next time he’d ask her to do the honors—however, this time he knew fine well he’d not last if she touched his cock.
“Open your legs a bit, yes like that, good girl.”
She moved her knees apart. With infinite care, Aidan guided his cock into her then waited for Ailsa to adjust to the intrusion.
She sighed and she sounded so satisfied that Aidan rested on one hand and used the other to pinch the nearest nipple.
“Don’t fall asleep,” he teased her, and she snorted.
“Not much likelihood of… Ohh my, no definitely no likelihood.”
Aidan began to move inside her. With each thrust she pushed back into him, clenching her muscles to increase the friction. He blessed the time he’d used to strengthen his arm muscles and still only using one hand for balance began to play with her clit, alternating between rubbing and nipping the sensitive nub.
“Ohh, aahh, sheesh, I’m going to come.” Ailsa’s agonized moan was enough for Aidan to know they’d be neck and neck in the coming stakes. Now wasn’t the time to practice orgasm denial.
“Come then.”
Oh how he wanted to hold back. To build the tension and add to the heat and pain and tingles and sheer exuberance that hit him, and share every last experience with Ailsa. But that was as useless as an ice cube in a hotpot. He couldn’t help himself. Her touch, and her presence, took precedence over everything else. He had to move in her, to accept the way her muscles held him and relaxed to let him glide slowly then faster as he filled her channel. Light flashed in front of his eyes, and their scents and musky arousal filled his nostrils, edging him ever nearer the abyss.
Aidan bowed to the inevitable and gave one last powerful thrust into her. His orgasm ripped through him like an express train through a tunnel.
“Nooo… Yess… Shit, ohh grief, yeesss…” Ailsa stiffened and cried out, before she began to shake and slip forward onto the mattress.
For a brief moment, Aidan gave himself the luxury of slumping on top of her, before he lifted himself slightly.
Ailsa moaned her annoyance. “I like you there.”
“I’ll squash you, pet. And anyway, we have places to go and people to see. This was a quickie I couldn’t resist.” He pulled out of Ailsa and rolled off the bed. “I’ll go and dispose of the condom, and then the bathroom is all yours.”
“Can’t we share?” she called after him. “The bathroom, not the condom, you can get rid of that now.”
“It’s an economy,” she said. “I bet you’re on a water meter.”
He shook his head. “Nice try, but not this time. We have to be at Diomhair in thirty minutes. They’re waiting for us.”
“What? And you let me rest when I could have been doing something?” She scrambled up off the bed, no trace of the sleepy sub left. “Are there towels and stuff out? And a shower cap?”
“Yes and yes, and it’s only a ten minute ride, we’ve ages.”
Ailsa turned and glared at him.
“Not when you don’t want to look thoroughly Dommed and sexually sated.” She disappeared into the bathroom, banged the door shut and the sound of the shower on full filtered through the wood.
Aidan grinned as he donned a clean T-shirt and jeans, and raised his voice. “Why not? They all know what it looks like.”
The water went off and Ailsa appeared swathed in a towel.
“Exactly. I need to be professional. It’s hard when everyone else in the room is imagining me as a tied down sub with a red arse and stripes on my back, or more.”
She had a point. Aidan went to make some coffee and ring his mum.
Chapter Ten
Ailsa reckoned it was in deference to the fact that she needed to look tidy and professional that instead of guiding her toward the bike, Aidan handed her an insulated mug of coffee and an oat bar—“To keep your strength up until we get fed”—and took her to the garage, where a top of the range sports car sat. With the top up.
With a wink and a bow, Aidan opened the door and helped her into the low-slung passenger seat.
She stroked the soft leather interior. “Oh nice, I love leather.” The car had the scent of new hide and wood found in vehicles that weren’t used a lot. Ailsa inhaled deeply and sighed. “Oh, yes.”
“Good, because I have a fancy to see you in a leather bustier and thong someday. Have you fastened your seatbelt?” Aidan glanced down at her, and seeing she had, set the car in motion.
Ailsa was sure her mouth was wide open like a fish at his words. Bustier in leather? Oh my.
“What did you say to Jeff and the others?” She couldn’t say anything about leather bustiers. Even rolling the words around in her mind was orgasm-inducing. “Who is going to be there?”
“Jeff and Kath, Jess and David. They’re the people who own and run Diomhair. No one else needs to be involved in anything else yet.”
That was a relief. Ailsa didn’t really want to have to involve Connie if she didn’t have to.
She looked out of the window with interest. The distance to Diomhair wasn’t far, but she guessed in the sports car, Aidan would have to be careful which roads he chose. A lot of the smaller ones would cause the car to bottom out on the bumps and holes. Each time she’d been to Diomhair it had been by a circuitous route. It was a novelty to turn up the main drive and enter the estate that way.
“Who lives there?” she asked as they passed a tiny cottage with an overgrown garden.
Aidan took a brief glance toward the stone building. “No one as yet. It’s been empty for ages, ever since the old couple that used to ‘do’ for Jeff and Jess’ parents moved into Aberfoyle and as they put it ‘a wee bitty civilization’. As Mairi says, now she has the library van, the doctors and the store all within walking distance. They offered it to me, but I’m settled where I am. Why?”
“There was a white van parked behind it last time I was here. But I thought the place seemed deserted.”
“It is, and we’ll need to look into it. We’ve had problems. I honestly thought it was all down to you. Now I know it wasn’t. Well, I reckon it isn’t. Oh and guess what? I rang mum. We didn’t have long to chat, but she’s been keeping a secret for years.” He paused and began to whistle.
“And? Or is not for my ears?”
Aidan laughed. “Oh it is. It seems Dad is so anti-kink and all things BDSM because mum is a Domme. As she put it, ‘Your dad’s got about as much authority in the bedroom as a drunken gnat, and resents it’. He hated her taking charge, but wouldn’t or couldn’t do it himself. If they ever did anything, she had to say what, how and when, and then afterwards he’d rant and rage about the fact she was domineering, and not a woman or a wife. She said he would ask to be flogged, or restrained and then threaten to report her for abuse. I believe her. It explains so much I didn’t understand when I was growing up. Bastard. No wonder she retreated into herself. He’s an out and out shit, but at least I can now see why he’s such a prick regarding my lifestyle.”
“Are you okay with it?” Ailsa asked as Aidan stopped the car outside a door marked with the number one. “And about your mum?”
“Yeah. It explains a lot, I reckon. Poor Mum. She did say now, since she’s met the perfect man, she’s a switch. It was a bit of an ‘oh-ho, too much info, Mum’ moment, but then I’d just confirmed what she thought about me, so in the end we’re both happy each other is happy, if you get my drift. Right, let’s go in and you can spill the beans about everything. I’m itching with curiosity.” He made a show of scratching his arms, before he got out of the car to walk round as Ailsa struggled out of her seat.
He stopped her by the simple method of holding her arm. “It’s my job and desire to help you, pet. Please wait next time.” It was like someone had flipped a switch and a sign saying ‘Dom mode’ lit up over his head.
“No need. I’ve been getting in and out of cars by myself for a long while now.” She straightened and put her hand over his on her arm, in what she hoped was a gesture he understood to be conciliatory.
Aidan tugged her hair to just the enjoyable side of pain. “I want to.”
Ah, now she understood.
“With respect, Aidan.” Alisa used his name deliberately and hardened her heart to the cloud she saw in his eyes. “I can’t promise I’ll always remember. And I’m not accepting the Dom card out of the bedroom so to speak unless we’ve pre-agreed it. Like now, for instance. In effect, even though I told you I was off duty, for now this is official business. So no Dom/sub unless we reverse our roles.” She bent down to the floor of the car and picked up her handbag.
“Point taken, but seeing you like that sure brings the Dom out in me.”
Ailsa nodded and let him help her out of the car. She turned around and stood on tiptoe to kiss Aidan on the cheek.
“Good, and please, Sir, hold that thought. For now I need to get my scattered thoughts together and forget all about you, me and subbing. I want to get this sorted as best I can, and then enjoy what’s left of the weekend. Well, if you want me for a sub after I’ve told you all everything?” Damn, I sound all pathetic and whinging. I’m a bloody police inspector with a job to do. So if he decides his Domming of me is over almost before it’s begun, suck it up buttercup.
Aidan hugged her. “You’re not getting out of me scribing you that easily. Come on, let’s go in and you can get your confess-fest over and we can drink wine and bitch about arsehole fathers and whatever.”
He went to the door and rang the bell.
“They might not want me within a hundred miles of Diomhair once I’ve told them everything. Nor might you. But this is my job, and it’s better I do it than someone unsympathetic to your lifestyle.”
Aidan swung her around and gave her two short and hard smacks on her bottom. Even through the linen and her knickers—they were firmly back in place—it hurt.
“Enough already. Stop whining. We’re better people than that and you do us all a miscarriage of justice.”
The door opened and Jeff stood back to let them in.
“I have a wife who is eaten up with curiosity, a sister blaming herself because she knows you and a mate who hopes Aidan has the balls to show you the error of your ways,” he said. “For myself, the jury is out, but if you upset my wife, it sure won’t be.”<
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Ailsa took a step back. Okay, she hadn’t thought it was going to be a walk in the park, but such out and out antagonism was hard to accept.
“And I don’t have a warrant, but I’m sure I could get one for something or other, and a Dom who is backing me one hundred percent.” Well, she hoped he was. “Plus a job to do, so thank your lucky stars it was me, who could check for things without exposing everyone and everything to those wolves otherwise known as journos. Because believe me when I say they have contacts everywhere, and seem to get in and out of anything and anywhere like a bloody midge. Swift and unseen. At least I can keep my mouth shut. As can my boss. So it’s up to you. I have permission to come and talk to you all, ask for your opinions and such. However…” She shrugged. “If you’d prefer for it to be all official, I can arrange for that, no problem. Then I can dump your problems onto someone else, go away with my Sir and have a great weekend.” She looked at Aidan who seemed to be doing his best not to laugh, then at Jeff. “Up to you, Mr Richie.”
“Oh, come in.” Jeff’s tone had no invitation in it whatsoever. “No need to go all official on me. Aidan vouches for you, so we’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.” He stood back to allow Ailsa and Aidan to enter.
It was a grudging acceptance, but under the circumstances Ailsa didn’t think she was badly off. She walked past him and stood to one side.
“After you.”
Jeff glared. However, he led the way upstairs.
“You, pet, are pushing your luck. He doesn’t lose his temper often, but when he does, we all duck,” Aidan said in a low voice as he patted Ailsa’s bum to urge her upwards.
“Likewise. I’m trying not to be rude or offensive or officious, but if he carries on that way, I can go exactly by the book. Tedious, time consuming and a lot of paperwork. I’ve been given the opportunity to, shall we say, tell a few tales out of school, but I don’t have to, not if I think it will cause trouble.”
“It won’t, not if you’re honest.” Jeff had overheard her. His tone implied that he thought she’d be anything but.
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