Diomhair—secret.
What happens there stays there.
Well, unless I write about it,
but hey you won't mind will you?
I hope not because Secrets
Uncovered is book two of six planned, all about a BDSM Club in a renovated
Scottish Castle.
Writing about normal people and
their hopes and needs is great fun. Being with them as they work through their
problems and try to understand what they and each other want can be stressful,
and boy can it give me hours of angst. However, as I'm character driven
eventually we come to an understanding, and work through it.
Kath and Jeff gave me more than a
few moments when I wondered if we'd ever get to a happy for now, let alone a
happily ever after. They had such different opinions about something that
loomed large in their lives. To whit, just what was okay to do when Kath was
pregnant.
And oh boy did their ideas
differ, except in one way of course. They both wanted what was best for the
baby. However what was best, shall we say, caused a massive difference of
opinion.
I guess it was inevitable. A Dom
and a sub. A man and a woman. And both strong personalities.
Eventually they get things sort
of sorted, but that's not their only problems.
Life at Diomhair is never
peaceful. But it is fun… and at times tense… and, well you'll need to read it
yourself…
Here's the blurb…
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?
And a wee tease…
“Boy
have I enjoyed myself, but, ohh, now my feet ache, and I’m dying for a cuppa.
You should see what I’ve bought.” Kath kicked her shoes off and dropped several
carrier bags on the floor. “That new shop is enough to set any woman drooling,
pregnant or not. And I got some kick ass flats like you said. Though I have
earmarked some fuck me heels for after Bump arrives, and you should see…” Her
voice trailed off as he stood with his arms folded and grinned at her. “I
distrust that grin, Jeff Sutherland. What have you been up to?”
“Is
that anyway to great your Master, pet?”
Her
eyes widened as she took in what they called his Dom attire. The soft leather
trousers she stroked like they were alive and his tight back T-shirt she almost
drooled over. He’d deliberately left them in the wardrobe of late, feeling it
would be unfair to remind both of them what they couldn’t have. Now in his new
mindset—partly due, he admitted, to a strong talking to from David, but more
from a need and a desire to reassert their way of life—Jeff realised how much
he wanted to wear them and see her reaction once more. Kath had said her
response to those clothes was almost Pavlovian. He wore. She drooled. He said
jump, she said how high? They were, she admitted, her trigger. Now, her grin
almost split her face before she dipped her head.
“No,
Sir.”
“Exactly,
pet. I’ve been somewhat remiss lately, and I have to remedy that. I don’t want
my pet to think I’ve forgotten her.” He slid back into their dynamic like a
knife through softened butter. It seemed so right, and so perfect. Now all he
had to do was convince Kath to be happy with the changes he’d decided on. “I’ve
thought things over, and we’re going to rewrite some of our protocols.
Remember, you can traffic light me, but for now I’m going to ask you to listen
to what I want before you comment. All right?” Jeff held his breath. If it
wasn’t, there was no way he could force anything on her. Force in any form had
never formed part of their dynamics, not even in role-play. It wasn’t them, and
never would be.
Kath
looked from him to the cushioned chair he’d added to the room. He'd placed it
in front of the chair he himself preferred to sit in, right over the spot Kath
usually liked to curl up on and cuddle his legs. Then she looked across the
room to where he’d put a new sofa. Jeff didn’t dare think of the strings he’d
pulled or the favours he now owed so he could have it in place and waiting for
Kath’s return.
“Yes,
Sir. Green, Sir.” She grinned, then looked down in a hurry.
“That’s
my good pet. Now as you get less…” He chuckled. “I’m not sure how to put this
any way subtly, so I’ll just say, less svelte-like and more uncomfortable, it
wouldn’t be practical to kneel as we have done before. So our new protocol
involves this chair.” He took her arm and helped her sit. A soft smile played
over Kath’s face, but she didn’t say a word. When they did play like this, she
always waited to speak. “Instead of kneeling, pet, you’ll sit on here and face
me. Then I’d like…” He hesitated. This could be sticky. He didn’t want Kath to
think she mattered less than their baby. “I’d like for you to accept me
touching our child. To feel the swell of your stomach, the flutters and kicks
as you get bigger, and rest my head on you so I can engage with you both, I
guess is the best way to put it. However, your greeting to me will be equally
as important. I want, while it’s still comfortable, for you to dip your head
and accept my kiss on your neck. Then, eventually, once it’s time, we’ll move
on to our normal greetings. The new sofa is for our evening together. We’ll
have none of the sitting at my feet. I don’t think either of us would find it a
turn on if I had to haul you up like…”
“Using
a JCB?” Kath giggled. “No, Sir. I’d be honoured to sit next to you. Oh, sorry. Mind engaged and mouth opened.”
She wriggled her butt, in a way he well knew meant ‘spank me’.
“Behave.
The punishment won’t be physical, not now. Maybe I need a book? To write your
misbehaviour in.” She nodded eagerly, and Jeff had to laugh. Kath in this mood
was incorrigible and nigh on irresistible. “Colour?”
“Green
and green. And may I say the day I can start touching you in our greeting again
can’t come soon enough, Sir.”
She’s up to something. The look on Kath’s face was so innocent he distrusted
it.
“That’s
a maybe. However it isn’t yet. Not until we pass the three months. So behave.”
He lifted her chin in a light grip. “Understand, pet?”
She
sighed. “Only too well, Sir. By God you’re infrangible when you want to be.”
“I’m
a Dom. It goes with the territory.”
You
can buy Secrets Uncovered here…
For a chance to
win a copy of the first book in the series, Secrets Shared, just tell me, where
you think is the prefect place for a BDSM club and why. I'll chose a winner
from the comments at random.
Happy Reading,
Love R x
Well what can I say?
I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle
around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up
when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane.
I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only
looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the
bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the
yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to
be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get
pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.
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