To Love and Submit (6 page)

As Rachel watched Michael scurry out of the office, she felt awful. This was all her fault. If only she hadn’t said anything, Michael would probably have left the contract on her desk in the morning and Adam Stone would have been none the wiser. She was also painfully aware that it was very likely she would also be on the receiving end of his rage at some point as she was bound to screw up at least once in the next three months. Yesterday had proved that.

“Please don’t be too hard on him, Mr Stone,” she pleaded. “I’m sure it was only an oversight.”

Mr Stone shot her an angry look. “There’s no excuse for incompetence, Rachel. If someone’s not capable of such a simple task without screwing it up, they don’t belong at Stone Media.”

Oh great, that’s me gone then
. She fiddled nervously with her bracelet and tried to look unconcerned.

As if reading her mind, he gave her an intense stare and added softly, “Don’t look so worried. I think you’ll find that I discipline my staff fairly, unless of course…” He raised an eyebrow leaving the unfinished sentence to speak for itself. She had a quick flashback to his words yesterday, something about putting her over his knee.

Oh. My. God.
Burning heat rushed to her cheeks as she digested his words. He gave her a subtle smile when he saw her flush and she knew she had just given the game away by reacting the way she had. His dark eyes continued scrutinising her and she quickly averted her own eyes to the window behind him. He didn’t say anything else, clearly not bothered by the uncomfortable silence, but for her it was unbearable. Every second that passed felt more difficult as it became harder not to return her gaze to him. She coughed softly and focused her attention on a smudge on the window as minutes ticked endlessly by.

Thankfully, Michael returned, apologising profusely as he handed the contract over to Mr Stone, who then had the grace to thank Michael for bringing it up. Michael, still flushed, made his exit as quickly as he could and Rachel made a mental note to pop down to HR tomorrow to personally say how sorry she was about the whole stupid incident.

She read the contract through, signed it and thanked Mr Stone before saying goodnight and making her own hasty exit. She needed to get out of the office, away from Adam Stone as quickly as possible. The man terrified her, and yet she was so damned attracted to him.

* * * *

Back home, Rachel made herself a bowl of cheese and tomato pasta and settled onto the sofa to watch
EastEnders
. It was quite nice having the flat to herself for once—it gave her time to think. Think about Adam Stone. How did he seem to know her so well? He’d been dead right when he’d picked up on her lack of confidence earlier, which had surprised her because she’d thought she hid it pretty well. Her lips hardened into a thin line, but she quickly swallowed any thoughts of bitterness and resolved not to discuss her past with him if she could get away with it.

Her mind drifted back to their lunch and the way he had asked about her preferences for ice cream and had firmly told her that, in time, she would obey him without question. Wow, that was the sort of thing a Dom would say, wasn’t it? She smiled as she imagined him standing over her, flogger in hand, demanding she do all sorts of delicious things to his body, and was immediately rewarded with a rush of dampness between her legs. Hmm, Adam Stone would make a shit-hot Dom. Scary, but very sexy.

Thinking of scary Doms reminded her of the website she’d joined yesterday. She hadn’t yet checked to see if there were any new messages and the thought that someone might have liked her profile enough to want to contact her sent a bolt of excitement through her. She jumped up from the sofa and quickly made her way over to the bright pink computer desk.

The computer seemed to take forever to fire up, but finally she was on the page Mandy had bookmarked for her the day before. She typed in her password and held her breath as she waited for her profile page to show up and when it did, she gasped in delight as she saw there were sixteen new messages for her.

She quickly scrolled through the list and was immediately able to disregard about half of them. Like last night, a lot of them were either too scary or just plain weird.

The first of the remaining messages she clicked on was from someone called JSP0171.

Hi, Rachel, you sound delectable. Please send me some pics of yourself without your clothes on.

Yeah, right, you perv
, she thought, and deleted it without reading any further. The next one was from HotTash.

Hello. I know you said you wanted a man but if you fancy a hot, sexy Domme then let me know
.

“No, when I said I wanted a man, I meant I wanted a man, you silly cow,” she grumbled, and deleted that one as well. Oh, dear, this wasn’t going to be as easy as she had first thought.

The next one sounded a bit more promising.

Hi there, my name’s Ted. I’m 34 and a teacher from Croydon. Would love to show u the scene so if u r interested pls get in touch. The next local Munch is next week so if you’d like to come along and meet some of our crowd, I’d love to bring u as my guest
.

Rachel smiled as she looked at his picture. He didn’t look particularly scary or weird so she put him into her favourites and decided he might be worth a reply.

The next three weren’t that interesting so she deleted them straight away, which only left two more. She clicked on the first of the two.

Hi Rachel, I’ve just seen your profile and picture and I must say, you look gorgeous, I love blondes! I’ve always been a Dom, but my last girlfriend of two years was definitely vanilla, so, now that I’m a free agent again, I’m looking to rediscover my Dominant side. I would love to meet someone like yourself, who is new to the scene so we can learn and grow together, so if you think you might be interested in chatting, I’d be delighted to hear from you. All the best, Luke, Notting Hill
.

The picture in the profile was of a good-looking, dark-skinned man in his thirties. This was more like it. Rachel grinned and marked him as a favourite—she would definitely reply to him.

The last one was a young boy of nineteen who was looking for a female sub to train him up as a Dom. She quickly declined that one. That left the two in her favourites, Ted and Luke. They both sounded nice so she decided to reply to both of them and see if they came back to her. She giggled at the thought that she might actually get to meet a real Dom who could finally make her fantasies come true.

She quickly started typing a reply to Ted in Croydon.

Hi Ted, Thanks for your reply and for your invitation to your local Munch—sorry, but what’s a Munch?

She wrote a bit about herself and ended the message by saying she hoped to hear back from him soon.

Next was Luke. She really liked the sound of him and he was cute too.

Hi Luke
, she wrote,
Thank you for your message. It was a pleasant change to receive a message from someone who sounds normal and sane. I must admit I’ve had some pretty strange responses!

She decided to be completely straight with this guy—she had a feeling he would appreciate it and if he didn’t, then she didn’t have anything to lose.

I live in North London with my flatmate—it’s thanks to her that I’ve finally had the courage to join this site. I’ve had fantasies about finding a Dom for a while now, but this is the first time I’ve acted on it and I must admit, it’s a bit scary. My only experience of BDSM is from the Internet so I’m afraid I’m a complete novice. I’d love to hear more about you so if I haven’t just scared you off then I’ll look forward to hearing back from you. Rachel. X

She had no idea if that was the sort of thing you were supposed to write in response to these posts, but it would have to do and if he didn’t like her, then tough. She clicked send.

With the dating site done, she decided to do a bit more reading up on BDSM and found a great site titled, ‘What Makes A Good Sub’? She found herself becoming more and more turned on as she read the article and could completely identify with the author. It certainly left her more certain than ever that she really was a submissive and all this wasn’t just some passing phase.

Finally, she stood up, stretched and checked the time. Shit, it was nearly midnight. She’d been on the computer for over three hours. With a yawn, she logged off and made her way to the bathroom, wondering idly what time Mandy would be back. Not that she was that bothered, as long as Mandy was quiet when she came back so she wouldn’t wake her. She needed all the beauty sleep she could get so she wouldn’t have to face Adam Stone tomorrow with bags under her eyes. Thinking about him made her smile and it was with sexy thoughts of him that she drifted off to sleep within five minutes of crawling under her duvet.

“Pull your knickers down.” The order was clear and Rachel felt a thrill shoot through her as she slowly lowered her knickers to her ankles.

“Good girl, now get across my knee. Now!” The voice was deep and commanding.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, and quickly laid herself over his knees. She felt his hand, so strong and large, caressing her bare cheeks. “Hmm, that feels sooo good, Sir.”

“Are you sorry you disobeyed me?”

“Yes, Sir.” His hand landed on her right arse cheek with a loud, stinging blow.

Ouch!

“How sorry?”

“Very sorry, Sir.” Slap—another blow, this time harder than the first. Her clit was throbbing hard now and she tried to shift herself on his knee to see if the friction might rub against it.

“Did I say you could move?”

“No, I’m sorry, Sir.” Another slap, even harder. Her arse was beginning to burn and it felt so deliciously sexy that she nearly came.

“Don’t you dare come until I say you can,” the man growled.

“Please, Sir, can I come now?” The throbbing was becoming unbearable and as his hand came down again in a loud, heavy slap, her body surrendered and she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from coming
.

“Oh, shit,” she groaned, as she slowly woke and acknowledged that, once again, it had all been a dream. Only this time it was different, she realised, as a smile spread across her face. This time her fantasy lover had had a face. She closed her eyes again and recalled the image of the man who had so mercilessly spanked her in her dream. The face of Adam Stone.

Chapter Six

It was gone two o’clock in the morning and Rachel was alone and very aroused—again! Normally she’d reach for the Rabbit but, for once, she didn’t think it would be enough. Besides, she still hadn’t got round to replacing the batteries. No, what she needed was a real man, Adam Stone ideally, but seeing as that wasn’t possible, the next best thing would be to see if either Ted or Luke had responded to her messages.

She tiptoed through the flat, carefully stepping over Mandy’s coat and shoes, which had been carelessly strewn across the hallway floor, and made her way to the computer. She was wide awake now and knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep for a least another couple of hours. She might as well use the time to search for more information on BDSM while she had a bit of privacy. Maybe she could find some erotic BDSM novels to download onto her e-reader—she would be able to read them anywhere and no one would know what she was doing. She grinned as she imagined reading about raunchy Doms in their dungeons while on the Tube going to work. There were advantages to owning an e-reader.

She logged on to the dating site and saw there were three new messages. Two of them were from people she didn’t know—she’d get to them later—and the third was from Luke, the cute one. With an excited grin spreading over her face, she clicked on his message and read—

Hi, Rachel, Thanks for your reply and no, you haven’t scared me off. In fact, I like your directness, that’s very refreshing. You’re right about some of the people on here
—
sometimes I wonder if they’re really real or just kids having a laugh. You mention you haven’t yet had any experience with BDSM, do you mind if I ask what made you think it was something you might want to explore? Hope to hear from you again. Luke x

Rachel couldn’t stop smiling as she re-read the message. Luke sounded really nice and she couldn’t wait to hear more from this potential Dom. She quickly typed a reply.

Hi, Luke. Thanks for your message. I don’t mind you asking at all and I’m very happy to tell you more about myself. I’ve been single for just over a year—please don’t ask about that—and have recently been having some very vivid dreams where I’ve been tied up and spanked by a gorgeous man. I’ve been doing a bit of research on BDSM and feel that I’ve finally found something that has been missing from my life—does that sound corny? Rachel X

Once she’d pressed send, she decided to make herself a mug of tea before looking on Amazon to check out some saucy novels. She wondered what Luke was doing now—probably asleep as it was nearly half past two in the morning. Would he check his inbox when he woke up in the morning or would he wait and reply when he got back from work? If he replied at all, of course. With her tea made, she sat back down in front of the computer and was about to leave the site when she noticed a new message.

It was a reply from Luke.

Hi Gorgeous, What are you doing up at this time of night? Don’t you sleep?

Grinning, she quickly typed,
Hi, I could say the same about you! I couldn’t sleep! Rx

Why, did you have another dream?

Lol, how did you guess?

Wish I could help you with that!

Ooh, this is so bloody sexy, she thought in delight. She decided to throw caution to the wind and replied,
So do I!!

A few seconds later and a reply came back,
It sounds like you could do with some practical research ;-) If you’re free tomorrow night I’d be happy to take you to a BDSM club I know. Nothing heavy, just drinks and a chat and if you’re not up for anything else, that’s fine. Are you interested?

Was she interested? Too bloody right she was. Her normally sensible and cautious side had been well and truly buried and her hands were shaking as she typed her reply,
I might be. Where were you thinking of? BTW, I don’t normally arrange to meet strange men in kinky nightclubs—just so you know.