Secrets Shared by Raven McAllan Page B

“I think anyway. But If I’m going to get all flustered or embarrassed, I’d rather it be for being overdressed than cos my bits are on show. Seriously, I don’t do underdressed well.”
    David smiled and lifted their linked hands to pull her head closer. His breath was warm on her cheek again, and he tugged her hair to lift her face upwards. “With me you will.”
    He spoke with such certainty, that Jess believed him. Her channel was practicing the hokey-cokey. The muscles pulled in and out and definitely shook her all about.
    “But not now,” he said, and opened the door.
    The pale gray walls and classic sketches were more like what Jess thought she’d find in a very expensive hotel or private home. Not in a BDSM club. Oh, you stereo-typer you. What did you expect? You’ve never set foot in one, so how can you judge?
    “This is gorgeous,” Jess spoke sincerely.
    “You expected all bordello pink and nude pictures? Whips and chains and naked women?”
    “Ha, why not and naked men?”
    “Oh we have those as well.” David spoke straight-faced. Only the twinkle in his eyes showed her he was teasing—she thought. “Ready to serve.”
    “Oh good, then let’s hurry to the dining room”—Jess hoped her face was straight as well—“and get served.” She loved David’s teasing. She felt cherished and wanted. That was something she knew she’d never felt before except from her family. The notion that perhaps those feelings might grow into something different, made her choke and cough. Her nipples tingled and stiffened and the tips were sensitive against the lace of her bra. Jess risked a sneak peek down at them. As she’d surmised, there was no mistaking her arousal. They were doing their level best to poke a hole in David’s shirt. Such exquisite silk definitely should be treated better. She took a deep breath and coughed again.
    “Careful, we’ll get you some water in a sec.” David patted her on the back. “If the thought of being served does that to you, I’ll always be here to serve you, Jess. Oh, and I’ll install a water fountain.”
    She felt a hand stroke her spine. All of a sudden her bra seemed suspiciously loose. Jess looked up at him and he winked.
    “But let’s get some air into your lungs eh? And, oh dear, your bra seems incredibly loose. Maybe you should take it off? It can’t be comfy like that.”
    Jess spluttered, and bit her tongue. “Ouch. I bit my tongue,” she explained as he looked at her with a query in his expression.
    “Right. So?”
    It was obvious what happened next was up to Jess. What difference does it make? I’m not stripping this shirt off for anyone, but my bra? Go on, be brave. Before she had time to talk herself out of it, Jess pulled her bra straps down her arms and slipped them over her hands. Then in one swift tug she pulled it up and out of the neckline of the shirt and handed it to David. “You seem to want this, so maybe you could take care of it?”
    He lifted it to his face and took a deep breath as he ran it around his mouth. “It has your scent on it.”
    Ha, that could be taken two ways. “Are you saying I smell?” she asked as straight faced as possible.
    “We all do, each and every one of us has our own individual essence. Yours calls to me.” His eyes sparkled over the top of the scraps of lace and wire. “And thank you. I don’t want to lose all my Dom cred, do I?”
    She hadn’t even thought of that properly. “Oh, Lord, David, will it harm your reputation to be with me like this?” She sketched a wave over her body.
    He burst out laughing. “You have been reading too many iffy books, love. Wait until we go into the dining room. It’s as near vanilla as you’ll get. We’re all ordinary people from all walks of life. What we see and do within these walls stays within them. Which reminds me, we need to detour into my office first. For everyone’s sake, be you the co-owner or not, you need to sign your copy of acceptance of the