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  “We will go and socialize, though,” Coll said. “Meet our friends for coffee and a chat.” He kept any hints of a question out of his voice.

  “Oh yes, of course, but not to play or watch. Not yet. Please.”

  “All right, kitten, not yet. Those two words, ‘not yet’ seem to be a theme with a lot of our subs. No public play until they’re comfortable.”

  “Not just me?” Her relief was palpable.

  Coll shook his head. “Ask the others. For us, I’m fine with it. We best get this playroom kitted out, yes?”

  “Oh yes, Sir.” Her relief was obvious for him to hear in her voice.

  “Then let’s go and measure it up, and then check out what’s stored in my workshop.”

  Coll was pleased to see how little else needed doing to the house before they—he hoped it was they—he still had to broach when she’d join him—moved in.

  Finn joked about the siting of his scribing table. “In front of a mirror so I can see what you’re doing,” and “how many cupboards he’d need for floggers”. She’d asked for purple Shibari ropes—her favorite color, it seemed—and agreed not to have baby doll pink anywhere. They’d both decided a super king wooden sleigh bed with certain additions would be perfect, and Coll admitted there was one he’d started in his workshop. That did it. Within minutes they were out of the house—Finn said it couldn’t be called a cottage—in the car and on their way to his workshop not far away.

  “When will you move in with me properly?” he asked. “No pretense.”

  “When you ask me,” Finn said promptly.

  “Now.”

  She laughed. “Now it is.”

  That was how simple it was. “Then once we can empty your cottage, we’ll sort stuff out. Alex, the builder, says three weeks to get into the co…house. Damn, we need a name for it.”

  “Alex the almost but not quite sadistic Dom builder? Your mentor?”

  “That’s the one.” They drew up outside his workshop. “Right, let’s go see what you think of it all. Wait until I come round and help you out.”

  “You…oh, right.” She sat still whilst he walked around the bonnet, opened the passenger door and held out his hand.

  “Carver’s Cottage,” Finn said. “That’s the name for the house. Or, The Scribe’s House.”

  Finn grabbed hold of it and swiveled around on her chair to put her legs out. He watched, as, as usual she just reached the ground with her tiptoes and slipped gracefully off the seat and stood on the ground.

  “Kitten, I like both of them. It’ll be your choice.”

  “I’ll ponder then. Didn’t Jeff arrange for a guard or something here?” Finn asked as he walked toward the double roof-high doors. “After all isn’t it known as yours? And by now probably and I do hope so, so am I. Known as yours.”

  Coll shook his head. “You’re mine whether anyone knows it or not. But this shed? We never let it be known, because it’s so far away from anything else. If anything I guess… Oh fuck, yeah, I was going to say only the estate workers know. But Donny was one.”

  “Yeah. Hold on.” Finn turned back to the four-wheel drive vehicle they’d arrived in, and rummaged in the big carryall she’d insisted on bringing out with her. She emerged from the car and waved something in the air. “Better lock up, Sir.”

  He pressed the lock button on the key fob and heard the locks snap into place.

  “All done.” He saw what she carried and swore his mouth dropped open. “An umbrella?”

  “Yes, Sir, but what an umbrella. This was my granddad’s dad’s. Or one more dad back, I’m not sure. Evidently it was ahead of its time. Not only is it an umbrella, it’s”—she twisted the handle—“a sword stick, or if I keep in short, a cosh. I think the least said about that relative, the better, but I’ve carried this around ever since I went away to uni.”

  “For God’s sake, don’t kill anyone with it,” Coll said, somewhat alarmed at the weapon. Was it illegal to carry it in public without a license or something?

  “Nah, just chop their balls off,” Finn said with relish. “Or hit their gun arm. Or…well anyway I feel happier with it handy.” She shortened it to look like an innocent umbrella once more. “Right, lead on, my Sir.”

  He took they keys out of his pocket and walked over to the building. “If it’s what you like then, it’s just a case of final sanding and staining or whatever we fancy. I must have known I needed to get it done as soon as I could. It’ll be done for us to move in.” He unlocked the padlock and keyed in the security code. It was the first time he was happy he’d gone over the top with his security. With an effort he pushed one of the heavy doors back and moved to one side to let Finn in. Force of habit had him pocketing the padlock in one pocket and the key in another.

  “Sounds spot on. Oh my…” Finn stood still in the doorway and then ran across to where the bedframe was. “This is perfect. Oh yes, such interesting carvings. It’s, it’s…well, it’s ours, isn’t it?”

  “You like it?”

  She gave him the sort of look he suspected she’d give a not very bright child. “Well duh, Sir. Can you get it done quicker?”

  “I wish. However, sadly not if we’re still on alert for those fuckers, no, not really.”

  “Then the sooner we get them, the better. I just wish we knew what all the shit was about.”

  Coll took her hand and drew her farther inside. As ever his touch made her wet and her clit throb and demand attention. She blocked the erotic thoughts and arousal. Now wasn’t the time.

  “This is the wood I think would be perfect for your butcher block once you’ve sketched it out for me,” Coll told her. “What do you reckon?”

  “Oh yes.”

  Finn dropped to her knees and stroked the large piece of oak he’d found several years earlier and saved for something special. He hadn’t known what the special thing was until that day. She looked up at him, grinned and swallowed. Then her eyes widened as she tilted her head slightly and spoke under her breath. “Didn’t you say the doors were a bugger to move?”

  “Yeah, why…what the?” The light from the aperture behind him decreased dramatically. Coll spun round just in time to see the door slam shut and the barn plunge into darkness.

  The lack of windows had always seemed a positive point before.

  “Is this where I put on my pitiful, fag-scarred, croaky voice and ask if you’ve got a light, guv?” Finn’s query and the tone she used was semi-humorous, but the fear in it made him want to commit murder.

  “And it’s where I should say I don’t smoke but hell on wheels, I’ve got smoke coming out of my ears. Don’t move.”

  “I hadn’t intended to. I don’t think I ate enough of my greens or carrots or whatever you need to be able to see in the dark.”

  “You’ll have light in a sec. I just want to make sure no one is standing outside waiting to see what we do have to help us.” He kept his voice low and stood, straining to hear any noise from outside.

  The faint sound of two engines faded and then there was silence.

  “Okay, I think that’s our transport gone, and theirs as well. Hold on, let me get my phone out first.” He fished it out and switched the torch on. The tiny beam lit up Finn’s white face.

  “Kitten, we’re safe and unharmed and we can get out.”

  “We can? But what if they’ve locked us in?”

  “I’m sure they think they have. But I’ve got the padlock in my pocket and the keypad can be activated from inside. Plus I imagine they know there’s no phone signal around here, so think we’re stuck until someone comes a-hunting for us. We should have electricity but I’m assuming the wire is cut.” He was right. “Ah well. What I’d guess they don’t know is that Jeff put in a walkie-talkie in here yesterday. Plus, we have lamps, water and I do believe a box of biscuits.”

  Finn gave a shaky laugh as he found one of the battery-powered lights he kept as a backup, and switched it on. “All mod cons. But do we have a loo?”

  H
e switched on another lamp and set it on his workbench.

  “Ah, sadly no. But we do have a bucket.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  She would not have a hissy fit, even if the need to pee was urgent. A bucket was better than nothing. “Ah well.” Was that pathetic voice her? Grow up and act like an adult for fuck’s sake. I am not a wimpy, whiny woman. “As you say all mod cons. I, er, think you’d best push me in the direction of the bucket.”

  “God, love, I’m so sorry about all this.” Coll gave her a brief hug and kissed her deeply. “It’s right in the corner behind that big cabinet. It’s clean, and actually it’s a porta loo, so at least…. Well, you know.”

  “I don’t have to squat.”

  “Yeah. Take a lamp. You can leave it this side of the cupboard if you’d rather.”

  He turned his back on her and began to whistle loudly.

  Finn hurried to the corner he indicated, left the lamp where he suggested—after all she would prefer not to pee with her shadow shown up on the wall—peed and came out from behind the cupboard, rubbing antibacterial wash over her hands. Coll was nowhere to be seen in the dim light. For one heart-stopping moment she panicked and then heard his voice.

  “Okay, yeah, will do, right, yes, okay, ha, ha so you say.”

  She realized he was on the walkie-talkie to someone, probably Jeff, grabbed her lamp and walked toward the sound of his voice.

  “Yes, I’ll tell her and yes, please, sounds good.” He turned around as she reached him.

  “The cavalry is on their way. Once they’ve maneuvered around our car and a white van stuck across the driveway and rescued the couple of occupants. Three blokes and a dozen Diomhair-stamped sheep.”

  “So it’s over?” Relief flooded her and made her mouth dry. If it was over, she’d got other things to think about.

  “Just about, I think. Oh, and we’re to be taken to Kath and Jeff’s for curry. Now what can we do to pass the time, eh?”

  “Hmm, I think I have an idea.” Finn pushed his shoulders gently. To her pleasure he let her move him backwards until his arse hit his workbench. “Yep. I do have an idea.” She undid the fastener and zip on his jeans, put her finger between the metal teeth and his cock and began to lower the zip. By the time she’d eased half of him out he was hard and wet. By the time she pushed the sides wide and began to pull the denim—no underwear to hinder her—down over his thighs, her fingers were soaked in his pre-cum. Her pussy was wet, and her clit throbbed like crazy.

  “Mine.” She had to say it as he shucked his jeans with her help and leaned back on his elbows on the worktable, naked from the waist down. His eyes were cloudy and his pulse uneven. She intended to make it even more uneven in a second. “How long have we got, Sir?”

  “Half an hour maybe?”

  “In that case I’d better get a move on.” Finn stood up tugged off her own jeans and pulled her top over her head. It took a second to unclip her bra and stand naked in front of him.

  “Beautiful, kitten. Come here.”

  “Please, Sir, can I do it my way?” It was important he let her worship him, just this once without any input.

  His eyes narrowed and he spread his arms out wide. “Be my guest.”

  She knelt down between his legs once more, leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth. Sucked, laved and nibbled. His cock hardened and pre-cum filled her mouth. The sweet, salty liquid was such a turn on her cunt throbbed and she wanted to touch her clit, rub it and give it relief.

  “No coming, kitten, not unless I say so.” His voice was choppy but the Dom in it was absolute. His breathing sped up at each long lick and stroke.

  Finn angled her head to take him farther and his hands held her skull as he encouraged her. She could tell when his control shattered. He pulled out of her mouth and hissed as her teeth grazed his long length. With one swift move, he hauled her to her feet, reversed their positions, spun her round and spread her from the waist up over the bench, her breasts squashed on the smooth wood.

  He kicked her legs apart.

  “My ‘no spanking’ is no longer an option.” Coll gave her arse several hard spanks with the palm of his hand and rubbed each globe. “Hot. You take my marks so nicely, kitten.”

  She embraced the pain with glee. It was, she realized, something she needed. “That, Sir is oh so green.”

  “Good.”

  He spanked her several times more and then moved his hand. Finn groaned with displeasure and he chuckled. “Not ever to be used as a punishment, eh?”

  “Hmm.” She hadn’t got the energy to say anything else.

  “Next time, kitten. I’m going to take you here.” The tip of his cock pressed around her anal ring, and she shivered with anticipation.

  “Oh my, kitten, you like that idea, don’t you? However waiting is good for you. Next time.”

  It had never appealed to her before she met Coll. A swift thought passed through her mind. There was going to be a lot of BC—before Coll—and WC—with him. She’d maybe need new abbreviations there. At that moment, she stopped thinking altogether as Coll pushed hard into her pussy channel and began to move.

  “So wet, so ready, so mine so… Fuck it, I’ve got to come, kitten, you come for me…”

  Finn needed no further instructions. Her muscles tightened and as he gave one hard, long thrust, she screamed and flew, dimly aware he did the same.

  The sound of the walkie-talkie squawking brought her back down to earth.

  Coll grunted. “What the…ah fuck. Water in that big container.” He walked somewhat unevenly toward the noise. Finn watched for a second before she scrambled to her feet. They’d ended up on the hard but thankfully clean floor. Thank goodness he was a neat freak and there were no splinters.

  That could have been embarrassing. Well, I jumped my Sir and then he fucked me over his work table. Then I reckon we were so knackered we fell asleep on the floor, just for a second. But the walkie-talkie made us jump and I got a splinter in my bum. Yeah, definitely not the right sort of ouchy.

  She managed a wash of sorts, dried herself on a wad of scratchy paper towels and made a note that if they were going to play here again, she’d bring flannel toweling and an air mattress. Lethargy clung to her but she scrambled into her clothes and ignored her bra. She hated the things anyway. Finn grabbed water and towels and walked across to her Sir.

  “Five minutes,” Coll said. “Evidently Jeff thought it wise to warn us. I wonder why?” He took the water canister from her with a smile of thanks and unselfconsciously washed his cock and chest. “That’s better, thank you, kitten.” He dried himself and grimaced. “I must remember proper towels if we make a habit of this.”

  She giggled. “I’ve just thought that. Plus an air mattress or something.”

  “You mean my bench isn’t good enough?” He raised one eyebrow in mock horror. “Gutted.”

  “Oh, I’ll never be able to look at the bench without grinning,” Finn assured him. “But the floor is darned hard. Clean but hard.”

  Coll laughed. “True.” He snapped his jeans and took hold of her hand. “Your hair is a mess.”

  Finn combed it with her fingers. “It usually is when I’ve been outside. Ah well. I’m under no illusions that Jeff won’t look at us, put two and two together and make whatever number he deems suitable. I blush at the drop of a hat, anyway, and this time I have plenty to blush about. In the nicest possible way of course.

  “Of course.”

  “I mean,” Finn said as they made their way across the workroom to the door. “What if he’d come in when we were, you know.”

  “He couldn’t, kitten. It’s got to be opened with the code. Which I’m going to change today, right now, to your birthday so we both know it. Day and month and year please.” He pressed some buttons and looked at her.

  Finn rattled the numbers off and concentrated as he told her how to work the lock.

  “Not that I envisage getting locked in again, unless I choose to, but better to b
e safe than sorry. I’m just thankful I took the padlock inside with me or it would have been a lot worse. I think it’s time to ditch that.”

  Finn stared at him in disbelief. “Do you mean we could have got out at any time?”

  He nodded. “I did tell you, you ignored me so…”

  She began to laugh. “Now I know why you’re such a good Dom, Sir. You’re prepared for every eventuality.”

  He grinned and she fell a bit more in love with him, if that were possible. He looked as if a great weight had dropped from him. “Of course, kitten. It’s the first rule you learn in Dom School.” He winked. “After how to perfect the Dom look.”

  She sniggered. In this silly mood, he was irresistible. “I bet you aced them.”

  “Ah ha. I hear noises. Here they are. Well, I hope it’s them. We’ll hold back unlocking the door and wait until we know for sure.” He stood in front of her until Jeff’s voice came clearly through the door to them.

  “Time to come out, you two. Curry is waiting for us, along with my oh so impatient wife and sister. And probably a few more people as well.”

  * * * *

  That was, Finn thought, the understatement of the year. Jeff and Kath’s house seemed full of people. Most she at least knew by sight but some she didn’t.

  “Don’t worry, you’ll never get everyone straight, so don’t try,” Ailsa the policewoman advised her. “Some you’ll never see again with a bit of luck. Not now it’s all over.”

  Finn sighed in relief. “It really is, isn’t it?”

  “It seems so. You know as much as me now. Well, almost. The white van and its occupants were sheep stealing this year. Do you call it rustling? No matter. Evidently they’d tried a few pheasants last year, got away with it and moved on to bigger things. Donny was paid to turn a blind eye, and he did. The bugger. If he’d have owned up, a lot of hurts and sore heads could have been avoided. He didn’t because he thought he was onto a good thing. You see, as he said when he sang so beautifully earlier, no one reckoned on you coming back.”