Authors: Raven McAllan
Tags: #Erotic Romance Fiction
A Totally Bound Publication
©Copyright Raven McAllan 2014
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright May 2014
Edited by Jennifer Douglas
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Book one in the Diomhair series
They say never share a secret. Sometimes, though, it’s the only thing to do.
Jess is looking forward to her night out clubbing with her best friend, but her anticipation turns to dismay when she realizes the venue is a BDSM club not the disco she’d envisioned. After a disastrous experience with the lifestyle in her past, she’s adamant she wants nothing to do with it now.
David agreed to pick up his friend’s sister as a favor, and is surprised to find himself instantly attracted to the fiery Jess. The experienced Dom recognizes Jess’ bluster for what it is—fear. There is no doubt in his mind that Jess is submissive, but getting her to accept that fact will take some doing.
David is determined to help her, but it is up to Jess to accept. When Jess does give in to her secret desires, can she truly let go and be the sub David is looking for, or will she hold onto her secrets?
At Diomhair you never know what will happen in the end.
To everyone at Totally Bound, especially Jenny, for their faith in me. And Paul for his, (not to mention ignoring the dust bunnies.)
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“What do you mean this won’t do?” Jess looked down at her light gray silk racer back top and dark gray skinnies. They worked well with her pale skin and ginger hair. A typical Celt, she had to be careful of her color coordination. In her mind, her clothes were perfect for a night’s clubbing. “We’re going clubbing. Last time we went to a club I wore these and you said they were perfect.”
Kath rolled her eyes. “There’s clubs, hon, and there’s
. A French Connection concoction, gorgeous as it is, won’t exactly hack it where we’re going. Not to mention you always wear those wherever we go. No, tonight you need to wear something like this.” She smoothed her hands over an almost-there mini skirt and a tiny bustier. Jess reckoned it would either cut off Kath’s circulation or pop her boobs out of the material like a jack in the box.
“And here’s yours. A dress instead, though, as you seem to have an aversion to my tops.” With a smirk Kath handed over a tiny scrap of bright pink material.
It was a beautiful clash with Jess’s hair and Jess winced.
“Go on get changed. We haven’t much time.” Kath held the material out to Jess, who ignored it. Kath stuffed the dress into Jess’s hands, smirking as Jess took it and held onto it automatically. Jess looked on as Kath took a deep breath and her boobs almost spilled over the top of the leather bustier then shook her head in mock despair. Surely it was mere willpower that held it up?
“Kath, that top is almost indecent. What does my lovely twin say about you going out showing nearly your all?”
Kath giggled. “Jessie, love, he chose it. And he’ll meet us at Diomhair later.”
“Jeever?” Jess repeated, doing her best to copy Kath’s accent. “What’s that?” It wasn’t a name she’d heard before, and she’d bet her new handbag it wasn’t spelled how it was pronounced.
Kath sighed and Jess got a strange feeling deep in her stomach. Scary, like the time Kath had persuaded her to bungee jump from the Finnieston Crane, or when they’d sky dived. In her opinion, Kath was sneaky. Jess replayed Kath’s words in her mind.
“Hold on, you say Jeff’s meeting us?”
“Well I might as well not come then. He’s worse than our mum. If a guy even smiles at me he wants his life history. Heaven help me if one asks me to dance. Especially not dressed in a scrap of almost nothing.”
Kath giggled. “Er, Jessie love, I maybe need to tell you exactly where we’re going. Before the car gets here.”
Jess’s body clenched. She’d seen that particular look on her friend’s face before.
“Go on.” She did her best to keep the wariness out of her voice and was sure she hadn’t. “And stop shoving that pelmet at me, no way am I going anywhere in that.”
“Diomhair, it’s Gaelic for—”
“I know what it’s for.” Why hadn’t she made the connection earlier? “Secret. Oh shit, don’t tell me it’s some weird pop up place, and we’re blindfolded to get in? Oh no, Kath, no, no, no, you’re not dragging me into anything weird. Not again. That shop in town was bad enough.” Jess blushed as she remembered the bondage shop Kath had dragged her into. She’d chosen to ignore the way her nipples had puckered when she’d seen clamps and chains designed for that part of the body, and her juices had gushed looking at a clit clamp and various jewelry to decorate it. Once she’d worked out what it was meant for, that was. She might have the idea she was fairly street wise, but Jess knew now, that whatever she’d done she was a babe in arms compared to a lot of people—Kath probably being one.
Kath howled with laughter, then sobered. “Where do you think I got this from?” She ran her hands over the bustier. “Look, hon, you said you wanted to get out of your rut. Jeff and I decided this was the best way. Hell, I reckon if you’ll let yourself, you’ll not only enjoy the night, you’ll be more than interested to indulge.”
“Whatever you fancy. Oh, Jess, don’t look like you’re going to watch an execution, you don’t
to do anything. Hell, you can stop in the bar and drink orange juice if that’s your preference, but you did say it was up to me to shake you up a bit.”
“Hmm there’s shaking, and there’s
.” Jess knew she sounded less than enthusiastic. “So, what exactly are we going to?” The way Kath looked at her made her heart pound and her stomach churn. She wasn’t going to like the answer she was sure. “Fess up.”
“BDSM play night.”
She was correct, she didn’t.
Jess just knew her mouth had dropped open and the heat that flooded her would show on her face.
Damn it, no. Not that. Are they crazy? They don’t know, they do not know.
“No, no way. Are you stupid or what? Not in a million years…and you’re saying Jeff is okay with this? He knows what you’re up to?”
Kath rolled her eyes. “Well, duh. Whose idea do you think it was anyway?”
Jess swayed, and her skin crawled as if someone was stroking her with a spider’s web. She closed her eyes to shut out the images that flashed into her mind, and counted to ten. They had no idea what those letters conveyed to her. How could they? She swallowed as the contents of her stomach threatened to leave her, and the horrible sour taste in her mouth increased. Spots began to dance in front of her eyes, and a rushing noise, like the wind on a wild winter’s day grew louder.
“Hey, don’t look like that, there’s no need to faint.” Kath grabbed her friend’s arm and held her steady. Gradually the roaring in Jess’s ears faded, and she blinked rapidly.
“Er, that’s a matter of opinion.” Jess knew her voice was shaky. She probably sounded like an old woman. Shit, she felt like an old woman.
They don’t know. I can’t blame them. They don’t know. No one does
. Jess kept reciting those few words under her breath, like a mantra. She’d blocked all questions about that time of her life, and in the end, to her relief, Jeff and Kath had ceased asking. Now she wished that maybe they’d nagged her a bit more.
“Look, Kath, I honestly don’t think this is a good idea. I’m not into stuff like that. I’m a teacher for God’s sake, so I need to set a good example.”
There, that sounds reasonable, surely?
“Oh for heaven’s sake, you’re a university lecturer, not a corrupter of innocents.”
Evidently not an acceptable answer then. Shit.
I’m an accountant and Jeff is, well, Jeff. We’re normal people who have a right to a healthy sex life. It doesn’t matter what you do, I even know a vicar and a magistrate who have a healthy—watch my lips—healthy interest in the lifestyle.”
It wasn’t so much what Kath said, but how she said it that sent warning bells ringing, and a shiver down Jess’s spine. She didn’t care if the Prime Minister was interested, she wasn’t
Liar, liar, pants on fire
. She ignored the little voice that mocked her and concentrated on what Kath had said.
“Jeff is what?”
“Gorgeous.” Kath giggled. “Oh come on, Jess, lighten up. Look I promise you, if you can’t cope with what you see, you can leave, okay? There’ll be a car waiting for you. Do I lie? Well okay,” she added hastily. “I sort of did tonight, but do I over big and proper stuff? You know I don’t. Seriously? You have to come.”
“Why?” Not to anyone would Jess admit to the gut-churning shivers that filled her. “There’s no have to about it. Weird stuff like that is so not my scene. Here take this back.” She almost threw the Lycra dress Kath had given her back at her. “You go, en…enjoy yourself but count me out.” She sat down on the bed behind her with a thump, trying not to cry. She’d been looking forward to a night out ever since she had told Kath she wanted to lighten up a bit. All work and no play had definitely made Jess a dull girl. But this? This was a step or twenty too far. She’d got the idea they’d go clubbing, dance until their feet hurt, grab a curry or a kebab and snigger about their evening’s antics all the way home in a taxi.