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while since the last time he’d been in the line of fire and he wondered if this was the next round.
    Previously there had never been any real emotions involved on either side, and Aidan had always been canny enough not to admit to either the women or his father that he knew what had been going on. Therefore, since the last time, he’d been waiting for another attack somehow.
    The recent phone call confirmed what he thought. His father was on yet another mission to reform his son. Aidan hadn’t thought the occasion would happen quite so soon. He’d bet his parent didn’t know he’d sent a natural sub, though. She might be as innocent as they come, and he doubted she’d know a Shibari rope from a clothes line, but he’d seen the way she looked at him and her inclination to please.
    How on earth had she been vetted and admitted to the club beforehand, though? That phone call had only occurred that day, and it had been several months since Aidan had received any other communication from his father. Something didn’t add up. It wasn’t like Ross to not check the door was secure when he left, but here she was inside the castle. Something stank.
    Aidan knew he wasn’t going to play with Ailsa that evening. He didn’t know her, there was no one else around as back-up, and he wasn’t setting himself or Diomhair up for any trouble. But he did intend to see what information he could get out of her. He didn’t believe for one minute that she’d just wandered around looking for someone. To snoop, maybe.
    The question was how far could he push her and still maintain the upper hand without being liable to any trumped up charges she or his father could manufacture?
    “As you’re unable to crawl, pet, we’ll leave that for later.” Her indrawn breath gave him some satisfaction. “Follow me. We need to talk.”
    He turned and walked down the corridor toward a large open area where people could gather to chat without waiting to see if she followed him or not. Behind him, he heard her shoes tapping over the parquet. That in itself told him something wasn’t quite right. Any sub who played or socialized at Diomhair knew that their shoes were left in their locker unless specifically requested to be worn by their Dom. Jeff wouldn’t make such a request when he was training.
    Aidan walked toward a large, soft armchair with a footstool next to it. In the later part of her pregnancy, Kath had sat on it rather than on the floor next to Jeff when they were together, and watched a scene or chatted to friends. It seemed the obvious choice now. Aidan pointed at it, amused rather than irritated when her eyes flashed before she moved forward.
    “You’re learning, pet. I’m going to sit on this seat. Sit on that stool and face me. Once you’re seated, bow your head and put your hands on my knees.” Aidan sat down and watched as she did as he asked. The heat of her palms traveled through his trousers and warmed his skin. Almost like a tattoo, he thought, as he imagined her handprint embossed on his leg. The simple gestures gave him a warmth inside himself that he hadn’t experienced for so long he’d forgotten how arousing it was.
    “Such a good pet. So if I tell you to strip and stretch out on that table over there, you will of course do it.”
    Her head came up so fast it was a wonder she didn’t pull a muscle in her neck.
    “Um, what was it we needed to discuss about safe words and stuff?”
    Ailsa sounded both hesitant and, he reckoned, not uninterested. He’d wondered when she’d think of that. He waited just long enough for her to let her head fall a little, then spoke.
    “You tell me.”
    Her head jerked up once more and her eyes were wide as she stared at him. “I don’t know what you mean, Sir.”
    He wasn’t letting her get away with that. “Don’t lie, pet. You know and you understand. Blonde hair and blue eyes don’t spell silly or bimbo to me. You can’t disguise the intelligence in your eyes, however much