To Love and Trust (Boundaries) (16 page)

Amelia walked past with her Dom and winked at her, and Rachel felt an overwhelming feeling of coming home. This was where she belonged, here with these people and, especially, with Adam. She barely joined in the conversation, she was just happy to sit back and enjoy the friendly atmosphere. Every now and then Adam would brush his hand along her leg, sending little tingles through her body and her feeling of contentment deepened.

She didn’t mind when Adam told her to kneel on the floor by his feet, and when Dawn knelt down by Mandy’s feet, she gave her a warm smile.

“So, how are you enjoying London?” whispered Rachel. She knew that, technically, she wasn’t supposed to speak, but she also knew that Adam wouldn’t be enforcing the protocol on her too much. He might even have orchestrated their positions on the floor to give them a chance to talk.

“Oh, I love it.” Dawn tried to keep her voice down, but the enthusiasm, tinged with her strong New York accent, was clear to hear. “It’s such a vibrant city, isn’t it?”

Rachel laughed. Vibrant was certainly one word to describe it. Dirty, crowded, expensive were a few others. But she knew what Dawn meant. There was something special about the city that made it addictive.

“Yeah, it’s a cool place.”

Dawn grinned and snuck a quick look up at Mandy. “Mandy’s been great. She’s shown me all her favorite places. I especially love Camden Town, it’s such a unique place.”

“Yeah, Camden’s cool. Well, if Mandy ever gives you any grief, just let me know and I’ll sort her out for you.” They both laughed and Rachel silently put her finger to her lips as Mandy looked down to see what they were laughing at.

When Mandy returned her attention to her conversation with Adam, Dawn whispered, “I understand you haven’t been with Adam long, either.”

Rachel grinned. “No, not long at all. He’s my boss, which makes work a more interesting place than it used to be.”

“Luke has told me all about him. He’s meant to be a tough Dom.” Dawn looked almost sympathetic and Rachel laughed.

“Adam? Nah, he’s a pussycat. Well, okay, he may have his moments, but he’s a great Dom.” Rachel’s insides warmed as she spoke about him and a quick glance up at him made her pulse quicken.

“So, are you really his slave?” asked Dawn, with wide eyes.

Rachel frowned. “No. What makes you think I’m his slave?”

Dawn looked uncomfortable and coughed slightly. “Sorry, it’s just that Luke told me about his ex-wife and how she was his slave. He said that Adam’s a demanding Master and would never settle for anything less than complete submission.”

The sense of unease suddenly returned and Rachel’s frown deepened. Was the subject of a TPE ever going to go away? Not if it was what Adam really wanted, she realized. Her heart sank.

“That was a while ago, though,” said Dawn hastily, obviously seeing the look on Rachel’s face. “Before he and his wife split.”

They didn’t have time to talk anymore then because Adam and Mandy told them both to sit back up with them. Adam, much to Rachel’s shame, then had them all laughing hysterically when he told them about Rachel throwing herself to her knees when she’d mistaken him saying Neal for kneel. Even Rachel now saw the funny side and joined in the laughter. After a good half an hour or so of light-hearted chatting, Luke offered to show Mandy and Dawn around the club, telling them he’d reserved a spanking bench for them. Mandy’s grin matched Dawn’s blush as they followed Luke across the dance floor.

Adam pulled her close. “They’re a lovely couple.” He nuzzled his nose against her ear and gave her earlobe a little nip.

“Yes, they are. Dawn’s nice, isn’t she?” She snuggled closer to him and breathed in his scent of leather and soap.

“Hmm, yes, she is. Okay, it’s time to get into the right headspace. On your knees.”

Those three words were enough to make Rachel feel giddy and she slid effortlessly off the sofa and onto her knees by his feet.

Adam grabbed a handful of her hair and gently pulled her head back so she was looking up at him. His eyes glinted with an irresistible mixture of dominance and warmth.

She melted like butter in a hot pan.

“I promised you a night of pleasure,” he said, his voice laced with the same mood as his eyes. “I’m going to take you upstairs now and introduce you to the St Andrew’s Cross. You do not have permission to speak unless spoken to, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” She could hear the excitement in her own voice and when Adam gently pulled her up to stand, her legs had melted along with her stomach, making her wobble slightly as she stood.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes, thank you, Sir.”

He took her to one of the rooms upstairs and walked her over to a large wooden X with metal rings and straps attached at each corner. Adam turned her so she was facing away from the cross and nudged her gently backwards until the back of her body touched the cool wood. He deftly clipped her ankle and wrist cuffs to the rings, so her arms were raised above her head and her legs were spread open—her body almost melded with the shape of the cross. She felt a shiver run through her as she tugged at the restraints and found herself, once again, completely helpless.

Adam kissed her softly on the lips then turned and walked over to a table nearby. Rachel used the moment to quickly scan the room. It was similar to the one Adam had taken her to for her first flogging, with chains dangling from the ceiling and large hooks and rings secured to the floor. On the wall to her left was a chair, a pile of blankets and a small glass-fronted drinks fridge filled with bottles of mineral water.

When she turned to look to her right, her stomach twisted nervously as she stared at a large selection of whips, floggers, paddles and crops hanging neatly along the wall. Was he going to use one of those on her now? She felt a strong shudder and her pussy tightened as she imagined which one he might use.

Adam came back toward her with a smile and placed a blindfold over her eyes, plunging her into complete darkness.

“I want you to relax, sweet thing, and just enjoy the sensations. I don’t think you’ll need it, but use your safe word if it gets too much. Okay?” His voice, although firm, caressed her ears and soothed her nerves.

“Yes, Sir.” She’d barely got the words out when his lips, hard and uncompromising, crushed her own and his tongue forced its way into her mouth to take control. He kissed her hard and when he pulled away, her lips felt swollen and almost bruised. Then he removed the frilly apron of her outfit and she was left wearing only the corset, which exposed both her breasts and pussy. She sighed happily and knew instinctively that she was going to enjoy this.

She waited for his next move, but nothing happened, just black silence enveloping her as she blocked out the thumping music from the club. She waited for what seemed like several minutes before anxiety started gnawing at her stomach. Had he left her?

“Adam?” she whispered, knowing she was disobeying him for speaking.

“Sssh, I’m here.” His reassuring voice was all she needed to settle her apprehension. As long as he was still here with her, she was okay.

Then a slight breeze brushed against her as if someone had moved in front of her, and a hand ran through her hair, making her jump. The hand was softer and smaller than Adam’s and had long fingernails. Shit, it was a woman. Then a delicate fragrance teased her nostrils, not a strong perfume smell, more a feminine mix of girly soap, shampoo and deodorant.

The finger moved from her hair, down her face. When it reached her mouth, it traced her lips so lightly that she wasn’t sure if she’d imagined it. Then it continued down her neck and onto her chest, finally resting on her breasts, which were pushed up and exposed over the top of the tight corset. The fingers flipped briefly over a nipple making her gasp before reaching down and tugging on the lace holding her corset together.

Finally, the corset was loosened before falling at her feet, and she was naked. Then soft, sweet lips brushed against her own before a tongue gently probed its way into her mouth. It felt so different from Adam’s rough, stubbly kiss, but it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, it was rather nice—different. The fingers were caressing her again, gently rubbing against her nipples until they hardened under the soft touch.

When the lips, tasting of expensive lipstick, finally left her own lips, she gave a little groan of disappointment until the moist warmth of a mouth covered her right nipple and sucked hard. Teeth gently bit the tender nub and pulled at it until she felt a stab of pain followed immediately by a rush of pleasure.

Rachel was shocked to find that she was becoming aroused, seriously aroused, which was odd because she wasn’t gay. Her whole pussy was heating up and her clit throbbed with need. As the owner of the soft lips continued to nip her nipple between their teeth, her excitement increased, especially as the fingers made their way over to her other nipple and tweaked it, making that one as hard as the first.

Rachel’s body was coming alive, nerve ending by nerve ending, and as the soft lips continued teasing her delicate nipple, she wondered what the woman giving her such a sensuous treat looked like. She sighed again as a little shiver ran down her spine and gasped when the long fingernails suddenly walked provocatively down over her stomach and stopped on her bare mound.

“Oh,” she cried, when the nails gently scratched the sensitive skin in circular movements, sending an electric current straight to her clit. The pressure eased slightly, making it tickle and Rachel couldn’t help letting out a little giggle. Then the nail moved farther between her legs and gently scratched the silky skin of her labia and her giggling turned to groans as she moved her hips forward to increase the pressure.

“Remain still, Rachel.” Adam’s voice reminded her of his presence and she was shocked to find that she had momentarily forgotten about him. Somehow, knowing he was there watching turned her on even more and the gentle throbbing became almost painful as her clit hardened.

Rachel’s body sagged slightly on the cross as she surrendered to the sensory overload of the soft lips on her nipples and the sharp nail on her clit. The muscles in her neck weakened and she hung her head as she gave in to the delicious sensations.

Then the lips moved away from her nipple and a tongue moved slowly down her stomach, stopping at her belly button where it circled a couple of times before moving down to her sizzling pussy. The tongue flicked over her mound, teasing her, tickling her and arousing her and Rachel bucked her body forwards, wanting more.

She heard a couple of male voices chuckle, but wasn’t really bothered—she was enjoying this far too much to worry about anyone watching her. How had she lost her inhibitions so quickly? She didn’t really care, though, and returned her focus to the hot, wet tongue that was now moving toward her clit.

“Yes, yes,” she cried as the tongue flicked against her clit making her body spasm with the beginnings of an orgasm.

“You may come, Rachel.”

She’d forgotten she had to wait for permission and groaned her thanks.

When the nail gently probed her vagina and scratched her swollen internal walls softly, the lips closed on her clit, and it all became too much. Her body jerked and she was consumed with an orgasm so beautiful and intense that tears ran down her cheeks and waves continued rolling over and over until finally she went limp and hung on the cross like a crucified angel.

Slowly she became aware of her surroundings again and when the blindfold was removed she opened her eyes and found herself staring into the softest, smiling eyes.

“Amelia?” she whispered, feeling her eyes widen with surprise.

Amelia winked at her and stepped away. Rachel watched in awe as her friend returned to her Dom, who was waiting for her with Adam, and knelt graciously by his feet. He touched her head lightly and nodded at Adam.

“Thank you, Amelia,” said Adam. “I’m sure Rachel will be happy to return the favor one day.”

Rachel felt her face burn when her body shuddered, giving away the fact that she found that idea exciting. When they’d left, Adam walked over to her and kissed her, reminding her of the strong, rough feel of his lips and she felt fresh sparks burst to life deep inside her still-burning core.

“Did you enjoy that, sweet thing?” Adam ran the back of his hand over her hard nipple and she groaned as she fought to give a comprehensible answer.

“Yes, Sir.” She struggled to find something to add to that, but what else was there to say?

“Good. We’re going to change the sensations a bit now, but don’t worry, you’ll enjoy this as well.” He was holding something in his hand, but before she could look down and see what it was, he leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking hard until she whimpered with need.

When he pulled away, her eyes were closed so she didn’t see the metal clamp until she felt a sharp pinch on the hard nub.

“Ow.” Her eyes shot open just in time to see a mischievous glint in his eyes as he took her other nipple into his mouth and sucked it as hard as the first one. When he pulled away this time, she knew what to expect and held her breath as the clamp closed and pinched her sensitive nipple. The clamps hurt like hell, sending pulses of agony through her breasts and when he tightened the little screw on the side of each one, tears sprang to her eyes and she let out a little yelp.

“Sssh,” said Adam. “You’ll get used to the pain and you’ll enjoy it.”

She doubted that very much and frowned as he took hold of a chain connecting the two clamps. He pulled slightly and she gasped as fresh agony tore through her breasts. She wondered how the hell she was supposed to put up with this for too long. It hurt more than she’d imagined it would and it didn’t feel erotic at all, until, finally, the sharp stabbing sensations started to subside and she realized that the lingering dull feeling matched the throbbing between her legs.

Adam grinned and brought his hand down. He probed her pussy with a finger and she was shocked at how easily it slid in. She closed her eyes and savored the delicious sensations taking over her body. Adam had promised her a night of pleasure and so far he was living up to his word. She wondered what other tortuous delights he had in store for her, and when he pulled away and she opened her eyes to look at him, she knew she was about to find out.