To Love and Obey (Boundaries) (10 page)

“Not yet, Rachel.”

His voice, although husky and sexy, told her he was serious.
Bastard!

Again he waited until her body had calmed down then started again, only this time, he inserted his finger into her pussy at the same time as licking her clit. It took all of two minutes before she was back up on the edge of the cliff again, ready to tumble over, and yet again the bastard stopped just as she was about to fall off.

“Pleeaase,” she cried, now so desperate that tears were filling her eyes under the blindfold. “Please let me come.” The frustration was making her whole body ache for release and she groaned as it shuddered with need.

“Are you begging, Rachel?” He had her, she knew it. He controlled every last bit of her body, her mind and her pleasure and she surrendered completely as she welcomed his omnipotence.

“Yes, Sir. I’m begging. Please, please may I come?”

“Okay, but tell me that you love me, first.”

What?
“That’s not fair,” she gasped.

“Look, we both know you love me so there’s no point in acting all coy. Tell me you love me—admit it, and I’ll let you come.”

She could tell he was serious. Damn him, if he was so sure she loved him, why did he have to force her to say it? But she knew why. By making her say the words aloud, he would come one step closer to breaking down the steel wall she had erected around her heart.

“All right, you bastard, I love you,” she cried, her body tensing as she heard herself say the words aloud.

“Now say it without calling me a bastard.”

Bastard!
“I love you,” she whispered, finally acknowledging what she had known all along.

“Good girl,” he whispered back. “I love you too.” His voice, although still hoarse with sexual tension, now held a tone of something else. The tears behind the blindfold finally spilled as she recognized the love in his voice, and the relief.

“You can come now, baby,” he said, and clamped his mouth around her aching clit. He pulled it and sucked it hard while with two fingers fucked her pussy until she started seeing stars in the darkness.

“Argh,” she screamed as she finally went over the edge, her body racking violently with every glorious wave. He inserted his tongue into her pussy again and she cried out as fresh waves pulsed through her shaking body.

Finally, when her body was completely still, Adam moved away and pulled off the blindfold. “I knew it.” He grinned and kissed her hard on the lips so she could taste her own arousal.

“You bribed me,” she said, with a feigned frown, although she knew he could tell it wasn’t real. As if she would be capable of frowning after an orgasm like that.

“Tell me you meant it,” he demanded, as if needing to hear it again before he really believed it.

“Yes, I meant it.” She looked up into his eyes and saw the love reflecting back at her. Then they became darker as they filled with lust again and, without another word, he reached up and unclipped her wrists. Once he’d released her ankles, he pulled her up and flipped her onto her front.

“On your hands and knees,” he growled, sounding once again every bit the demanding Dom she loved so much. She rose as ordered and was rewarded with a fresh wave of arousal as his cock probed her slick entrance from behind. With one strong thrust, he drove into her, filling her completely.

“Oh, yes,” she cried, as he grabbed her hair and held her in place. He was fucking her so hard, she could barely catch her breath as he repeatedly drove his cock into her, faster and harder every time. Oh, how she loved this, the feeling of being taken, overpowered and completely dominated in every sense.

When his cock swelled inside her, she knew he wasn’t far off coming and her own excitement escalated. He drove into her, rubbing against her G-spot and she knew it was only a matter of time before she would succumb. Thankfully, just as she teetered on the edge, she heard him growl, “Come now,” and everything blurred around her. They came together, their bodies in perfect sync with each other.

It was several minutes before either of them could speak. They just lay in each other’s arms, hot, sweaty and deliciously sated.

“Let me hear you say it again,” he said softly.

“I love you,” she whispered, and fell into a blissful sleep.

She woke a little while later to find Adam standing next to the bed, looking down at her. He’d just come out of the shower, tiny water droplets hung from his hair and clung to his skin. She wanted to lick them off and unconsciously ran her tongue over her lips.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” He smiled, his dimples sending butterflies fluttering through her belly. “I’m going to prepare breakfast while you shower and dress.” He leaned over her and planted a light kiss on her forehead. It was an affectionate, gentle gesture.
No more sex then?

* * * *

Half an hour later, she was enjoying the pancakes and scrambled eggs Adam had made. The cats were curled up in their favorite place, a large beam of sunlight near the window. She sipped her coffee and wondered if things could be any more perfect.

“We need to talk.”

Adam’s voice broke her little bubble of contentedness and she realized that this was probably going to be the ‘talk’ where he told her how pissed off he’d been with her then he’d probably give her an ultimatum—be his slave or leave. The trouble was, although she loved him with all her heart, she still wasn’t prepared to give up her independence and freedom, even for him.

Her heart sank and started hammering furiously. She looked away for a moment and tried not to appear too nervous as she waited for him to speak.

“I’m sorry I hurt you last night,” he said quietly. “I thought you were enjoying it. I was trying to build the intensity up slowly so it wouldn’t be such a shock for you. I didn’t hear you say the safe word at first, it was only when I saw the way you were reacting that I stopped and listened more carefully.”

“But you did stop. In fact, you were so in tune with me that you stopped before you even heard me calling my safe word. It’s not your fault, Adam, it’s mine. I’m the one who should be apologizing to you. I deserved that punishment and had resolved to take it for you no matter what, but I wimped out as soon as it became too intense.” She could hear the remorse in her voice and hoped he would hear it too and forgive her.

“What do you mean you deserved the punishment? It was role play, Rachel.” Adam’s sharp voice interrupted her, leaving her momentarily speechless.

“I…er… Well, I thought you were just using the role play scenario to make it more formal.” She faltered slightly when she saw the frown on his face. Shit, this was coming out all wrong. “I mean, you used what happened about lunch on Wednesday as the reason for the punishment and I thought you meant it for real…” She trailed off, feeling suddenly very uncertain. Had she got it wrong?

“Rachel, let me make one thing very clear. Whatever takes place at work, remains at work. I will never punish you for anything you may or may not do in the office, at least not seriously. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“I thought you’d find the whole scene rather amusing,” he said, looking a bit affronted. “Let me also put you straight on another thing. I’m damned proud of the way you dealt with things on Wednesday. You remained calm and sorted the problem quickly and easily. No one in that boardroom, except for me, knew what had happened and that’s because of your unflappable and prompt actions. Why would I punish you for that?”

Rachel shrugged. “I’m sorry. You were so mad after the meeting and then you flew out to Amsterdam without talking to me and I thought…”

Adam laughed. “You thought I went to Amsterdam because I was mad at you for rescuing the lunch?”

The heat of a blush stained her cheeks. Now that he’d put it like that…

“The reason I had to fly out to Amsterdam at such short notice was because Lord Granville drew something to my attention during the meeting. It turns out that one of our employees in the Dutch office has been trying to sabotage our client accounts. I found out that one of our rivals had planted him to make several serious mistakes on our biggest account and he would then divert the client to them.” Adam’s face showed the strain of the last couple of days as he spoke and Rachel’s heart went out to him. She had, as usual, assumed the worst and not stopped to think that there could be a perfectly good reason why he had acted the way he had. And, instead of being supportive of him, she’d let her own insecurities stop her from giving him that support. Mandy had been right to smack her.

“Did you find out who it was?” she asked in a small voice.

“Yes, it was easy to trace things back to him. Needless to say, he’s out on his ear and facing serious charges. I spent the rest of the trip trying to win back the confidence of our client.” That explained the exhaustion she’d seen on his face.

“Did you manage it?” she asked, and reached for his hand across the table.

He nodded. “Yes, when I’d explained what had happened they were very understanding and have resumed their business with us.”

“I’m so glad.” She squeezed his hand and smiled.

“Now, forget about that, that wasn’t what I wanted to talk about. Tell me how you felt last night during the scene. I want to know where it started to go wrong so we can avoid it happening again. Was it purely the pain?”

She shuddered slightly as she remembered the fiery sting of the cane. “Yes, it was mostly the pain, it was just too much.”

“You were turned on though,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Yes, but like last time, it was the fact that I was being punished that turned me on so much. I liked the feel of the flogger and even the first strokes of the cane, but when you hit harder, it became too much.” Oddly enough though, now that she was thinking back to it, she did sort of like it in a perverse sort of way. She had to admit that even though it had hurt so badly, she had been very turned on at the same time. Was it just the punishment scenario that had aroused her so much, or had the pain played a part in it?

Adam must have read her thoughts because he said, “I think you like pain more than you realize. It could have been the fact that you thought the punishment was for real that made you tense up, which would have made it far more painful for you. If you were truly relaxed and warmed up, you might find you’ll enjoy it.” A slow smile spread across his face as he added, “And, if you don’t, I’ll just have to keep the cane for real punishments in the future as a deterrent.”

The blood drained from Rachel’s face. Was he serious? She remembered what he’d said about punishments not being about pleasure and felt a frisson of fear as she studied his face, looking for a sign that he had been joking. But his face remained deadpan and she resolved never to risk pissing him off so much that he might keep his word.

Chapter Eight

Adam grinned at her across the breakfast table. No doubt he had seen the look of fear that must have shown on her face. “Don’t worry, I’ll never go beyond your limits. Going back to what happened on Wednesday,” he said, solemnly, “I must take some responsibility for it.”

Rachel laughed. “Adam, how could it possibly be your fault that I forgot to confirm the order?”

“If I hadn’t distracted you, you probably wouldn’t have forgotten. I normally never mix business with pleasure and now that I have, we’re both suffering the consequences. The trouble is, I don’t seem to be able to resist you,” he said, with a sexy smile playing on his lips. A memory flashed through her mind of the fierce and angry Adam Stone who had scared the living daylights out of her on her first day working for him and yet, here he was, admitting he was partly to blame. She was glad that he had distracted her, even if that meant making mistakes that would normally have gotten her fired.

She had intended to wait for Joanne to tell him about her new job, but suddenly now seemed as good a time as any to mention it. “I might have a solution to that problem,” she said nervously.

Adam raised his eyebrows. “Oh?”

“Well, you see…” She coughed slightly to clear her throat. “Joanne Baker has offered me a job.” There, she’d said it. “Only after Lucy’s replacement starts, of course,” she added hastily.

She held her breath as she waited for the imminent explosion but he just smiled and squeezed her hand.

“Good, I’m glad.”

“You don’t sound surprised.”

“Joanne had mentioned that she wanted you to work for her one day. She’s very impressed with your ability with numbers. She asked if I would have any objection if she hired you once the new girl starts. I’m really pleased for you, Rachel. And for me. It’ll be so much easier not having you under my nose all the time to torment me.”

“Me torment
you
?” she laughed.

Adam laughed back and leaned over the table to kiss her. “Congratulations,” he said. “You deserve it. I didn’t tell you before, but the new girl can start sooner than expected, so you can start your new job next month if you like. To be honest, I wasn’t too pleased when HR told me about Lucy’s replacement starting early because I was enjoying you so much, but it looks like it’s worked out for the best. Maybe I can get some work done now,” he added with a chuckle.

Adam rose from his chair and put some more coffee on. “Look, there is something else we need to discuss, but I’ve got to go into the office this afternoon. Why don’t you go shopping while I’m gone, I shouldn’t be long. Tonight, we’re going back to Boundaries, and then I want you to stay with me for the rest of the weekend. I want to spend as much time with you as possible.”

He may not think that once they’d had their chat later, she thought silently, but smiled and forced herself to look happy at the idea of a bit of leisurely shopping.

* * * *

Rachel had spent the afternoon browsing the boutiques in Hampstead High Street. They were way out of her price range, but it never hurt to dream. She’d had a coffee in a cute little coffee shop and had had a freshly made crepe outside a pub. She was relaxed and had enjoyed her afternoon, but now that she was walking back to Adam’s house, the nervous flutters in her stomach started niggling again. Tonight, they would have the talk that would determine their future together. Would he compromise and offer to give her a little more freedom than other slaves might have, or would she cave in and agree to everything he demanded because she was so scared of losing him?