To Love and Obey (Boundaries) (11 page)

I’ve got to stand my ground,
she thought determinedly. Mandy was right. If neither of them were happy it would only destroy their relationship in the end and that was unthinkable. But losing him now was unthinkable too. Oh why couldn’t he just be a nice, normal vanilla guy? But she knew she wouldn’t have him any other way. If he’d been vanilla, he wouldn’t have owned a kink club and have orchestrated their meeting there for a start.

And anyway, she loved the kink. How she could have spent all these years not knowing she was into kinky sex was beyond her. Oh sure, she’d had dreams about being tied up and spanked, but surely most people had those, didn’t they? Whatever happened with Adam tonight though, she knew she’d never be able to go back to a vanilla relationship. She loved the rough sex, that lovely submissive melty feeling she got from being dominated and the delicious pain that came with it.

Adam still wasn’t back when she let herself into the house, so she ran a bath and settled into it with a glass of chilled pinot grigio from his fridge. She sank back and closed her eyes, her body relaxing in the hot, bubbly water. She wondered what Adam had planned for her tonight. Hopefully he’d want to play a bit before tackling the TPE issue, and her body heated at the possibility of a good flogging.

She was just fantasizing about being strapped naked to a spanking bench, when the bathroom door opened with a creak and a moment later she felt Adam’s thumb rub over her soapy nipple. Hmm, nice. He pinched it hard. Oh yes, even nicer.

“I’d love to jump in with you and fuck you senseless,” he said. She shivered slightly in the warm water. “But, we’ve got to get ready. I’m opening up tonight, so we need to get there early again. We can have a quiet drink before the members arrive. It’ll give us a chance to talk before it gets busy.”

Oh, yes. ‘The talk’.
There went any chance of a nice flogging before he dumped her then.

“By the way, I’ve left a present for you on the bed,” he said as he continued teasing her nipples. “See you downstairs.”

She sighed as he left the bathroom and headed downstairs. God, she was going to miss him. At that moment, she came very close to giving in and letting him demand anything he wanted from her. She climbed out of the bath and absently rubbed herself dry, completely lost in her thoughts. A sense of doom seemed to follow her through to the bedroom. Would this be their last night together?

When she saw the dress he’d left for her, she gasped, her gloomy reverie briefly forgotten. It was a very expensive looking designer evening dress and was made from the softest high quality leather she had ever felt. She slipped it on and studied herself critically in the mirror. The skirt reached the ground, but had a long slit all the way up the side, exposing most of her right thigh when she moved. The bodice was tight and both pinched her waist in and pushed her breasts up. The front of the bodice was decorated in tiny, twinkling rhinestones and looked like something a Hollywood actress would wear to the Oscars, except for the fact that it was leather, of course. It must have cost a bloody fortune.

Adam whistled when he came back into the bedroom and, in response, she did a flirty little twirl for him. She felt beautiful tonight, which wasn’t something she experienced very often. The dress fitted like a glove and she guessed he might have had it made especially for her. Her legs were bare and looked long and sleek in the high stiletto shoes he’d bought to go with the outfit. Her makeup was subtle, with pale foundation and just a little smoky eyeliner and mascara on her eyes, but her blood red lipstick was bold and striking in comparison.

“You look gorgeous,” he murmured, and ran his hand over the soft flesh of her bulging cleavage.

“Thank you.” She smiled as he kissed the back of her neck. She’d put her hair up into a classic chignon exposing her slender neck to Adam’s lips.

Regrettably, his lips left her neck all too soon. “Come on, Rob’s waiting.”

She greeted the driver warmly as they climbed into the car. Although he wasn’t the most communicative person she’d ever met, he made her feel at ease and she appreciated that.

As Rob drove them through the streets of London, Rachel stared distractedly out of the window, silently rehearsing her speech for later. She jumped when, suddenly, he leaned toward her, ran his hand up the inside of her thigh and playfully pinched her clit. “Oh!” she cried. Her body responded immediately and when he took her mouth in a hard, forceful kiss, she forgot all about her speech and could only think about Adam’s finger, which was now seeking its way through her wet folds.

There was no gentle teasing this time, he finger-fucked her hard and fast and she whimpered into his mouth as her body begged for more. He brought her close, so close to orgasm, but never actually let her come. Instead he pulled away and growled in her ear, “Enough. I want you nice and horny for tonight. Get on the floor.”

Oh, yes!
Her blood heated as his order sent shivers of lust through her body. She slid silently and obediently to the floor then knelt between his legs. When she reached for his zipper she smiled in the darkness when she saw how hard he was. She eased his solid cock out and leaned forward to kiss the tip before taking him into her mouth.

He let out a groan and a surge of pleasure soared through her that she had the power to evoke such a strong reaction so quickly. She loved to do this for him, loved the taste of him and the feel of the thick veins throbbing in her mouth. She pulled away slightly and ran her tongue along the length of his cock, first along the top then the bottom before teasing him with her teeth at the bulging tip. She could taste the salty pre-cum and her pussy clenched as she became increasingly excited.

Then he took hold of her head, holding her in place. She prayed he’d run them roughly through her hair and pull it hard, but he didn’t, which was probably just as well considering the effort she’d gone to with that damned chignon. But his hands were enough to make her feel controlled and she groaned in pleasure as he pushed her head down, forcing her to take more of him into her mouth and throat.

She sucked, licked and massaged his cock with her tongue and when he pushed her head farther down, she relaxed her throat muscles enough to take the whole length of him inside her. She couldn’t breathe—he had complete control over her, even over her next breath. He kept her head down until finally, just as she started struggling for air, he released her and let her gasp huge breaths of air back into her lungs.

“Get up,” he said, his voice low and husky.

“But…”

“You don’t want to spoil that lovely makeup,” he said, with a hint of a smile in his voice. “Straddle me and ride me till I come inside you. I want my cum to trickle down your legs as you walk into Boundaries.”

“Yes, Sir.” She smiled and climbed up. As she hitched one leg over him and eased herself onto his hard cock, she was amazed at how little she was bothered now by the fact that Rob could be watching. She sighed as she slid deeper onto him until she couldn’t go any farther. He was so big, so hard, and the feeling of being filled with his incredible shaft gave her such a thrill that it made her ride him with complete abandon. Faster and harder, deeper and rougher, she rode him until he groaned and pulled her down hard by her shoulders, forcing her to keep still while he filled her with his hot cum.

“Don’t you dare come,” he growled, when he was able to catch his breath again. “I want you desperate and begging for your orgasms tonight.”

“Yes, Sir,” she hissed and forced herself to repress her pleasure before she lost control completely. When she eventually climbed off him, her clit was throbbing so much that it brought tears to her eyes and when a few drops of his cum slipped out of her pussy and ran down her thigh, she gave a little sob of frustration.

By the time they pulled up outside Boundaries, Adam had the smile of a satisfied man whilst Rachel had the glare of pent up frustration as her increased arousal at pleasuring Adam had gone unreleased.

“Be patient, sweet thing.” He grinned, as he helped her out of the car. “It’ll be worth the wait.”

She scowled at him as she stepped away from the car and straightened the skirt of her dress. They made their way around to the back door and she watched sulkily as Adam unlocked it and switched off the alarm system.

“I’ve got to sort out a couple of things, but Chrissie will be here soon and she can take over. Then we talk.”

Adam strode over to the bar and, as she followed him, warm moisture trickled down the inside of her thighs. But, instead of making her smile, it only brought tears to her eyes. This should have been such a sexy moment, but instead, she felt like she was about to be led to the gallows. He poured her a cola and kissed her softly before disappearing into the office, leaving her alone with her melancholic thoughts.

* * * *

She’d no idea how long he’d been gone for, but suddenly Adam gripped her shoulders and kissed her on the back of her neck.

“Chrissie’s here now so we’ve got a bit of time alone. Do you want another drink?”

Yeah, a triple bloody brandy, she wanted to say, but shook her head instead.

“Are you all right?”

Rachel turned around and smiled at Adam. “I’m fine,” she lied, and forced a cheerful smile onto her face. Adam didn’t look convinced. She closed her eyes when he started gently massaging her shoulders but not from the enjoyment of his touch. She didn’t want him to see the tears that were gathering behind her lids, so she kept them closed and tried to look like she was relaxing.

“You will get your release tonight, I promise,” he whispered in her ear. “I want you to explode like a firework when I finally allow you to come.”

She smiled again, still silent. If he wanted to think she was quiet because she was frustrated at not being allowed to come earlier then let him think that.

Her eyes ran over his body—shit, he looked hot. He was back in his leathers, his black T-shirt showing off his bulging muscles and tribal tattoos. He hadn’t shaved, so his face was framed with sexy dark stubble and his hair was ruffled and unkempt. He looked every part the perfect Dom, in fact, he
was
the perfect Dom. If only he wanted her for who she was and not what she could never be.

He leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck again and it took all her strength to hold back the sob that threatened to give her away.

Her mind felt like it was spinning out of control, tormenting her with images of Adam’s angry reaction when she told him she wouldn’t agree to be his slave. She knew deep down that no matter how much she loved him, she wouldn’t give in on this, but she also knew that he was a man that generally got what he wanted. It didn’t bode well.

Why had she even agreed to come tonight? She’d known that this was on the cards and yet still she’d still obeyed him and, damn it, loved him. She knew why though. Until she heard him say the words out loud, there was still hope that they could come to some sort of mutual understanding.

It was at that moment she realized that she could never love anyone else but Adam Stone. If their relationship was to end tonight, if he was to leave her because she wouldn’t agree to his demands, then she’d be single for the rest of her life, she knew that now. Another uncomfortable thought crossed her mind then. If she was so adamant that she wouldn’t compromise, how could she hope that he might do so?
That smacks of double standards, Rachel Porter,
she scolded herself, and her heart sank even further with her acknowledgment that the end was inevitable.

A tear ran down Rachel’s cheek, and Adam reached out and gently wiped it away.

“Hey,” he said softly. “What’s the matter?”

This was it. The moment she’d been dreading, and avoiding, but there was no avoiding it anymore. But now that the moment had come, she couldn’t find the words she needed to explain how she felt. She loved him so very much and she needed him, but she could never be what he needed her to be. Why couldn’t she just say it like that?

Adam’s voice hardened slightly as he said, “There’s something very serious I want to ask you tonight, but I know something’s bothering you. You need to tell me what’s wrong before we can go any further.”

His face blurred as tears filled her eyes. Why couldn’t he just be happy with what they had? Wasn’t it enough? Anger suddenly replaced her sorrow as the unfairness of it all hit her. Why should she be the one to give everything up?

She stood up abruptly, scraping the chair back loudly in the silent club. “Fuck you, Adam,” she shouted, unable to control herself anymore. All her pent up anger and frustration now boiled to the surface and started spilling over. But when she looked defiantly back at Adam, instead of seeing anger, she was shocked to see the look of stunned disbelief on his face, and suddenly all the anger drained out of her and the only thing she could think to do was run.

She turned and ran away from the bar as fast as she could. She didn’t know where she was going, she didn’t care, she just needed to get away from Adam before he broke her heart completely and destroyed the wonderful love they shared.

She ran blindly down across the room, feeling like a hunted rabbit, but just as she thought she’d escaped, a firm hand gripped her arm and threw her against the wall. She closed her eyes and screamed as hysteria gripped her, until she was pulled into strong arms and held with an iron grip.

Slowly, she pulled away and opened her eyes to find Adam glaring at her, not with anger she realized, but with concern. Suddenly, the last fight drained out of her and she resigned herself to the fact that she would never be able to resist his power over her.

Adam didn’t say a word, he just led her back across the room, into the aftercare lounge, and sat her down on one of the sofas.

“Better now?” he asked, as he sat down next to her. His voice was calm, but the look in his eyes told her he was anything but calm.

She nodded slowly and took a deep breath.

“Good. Now tell me what the hell that was all about,” he demanded.

The tears spilled then, and through the sobs, she was finally able to say what she so badly needed to say. “I can’t be your slave, Adam. I love you so much, I really do, but I can’t—
won’t
give up my freedom.”