Secrets Remembered by Raven McAllen

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