To Love and Obey (Boundaries) (2 page)

Once back in the office, Rachel closed the outer door to her office and dialed Adam’s number on her mobile. He answered immediately.

“Are you alone?” Yep, there was definitely a sexy dose of Dom in his voice.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, as her stomach fluttered with excitement. God, he wasn’t even there and he still had the power to make her insides melt.

“Good. Now, go into my office, open the third drawer down in my desk and take out the box at the back of the drawer.”

What the hell was he up to? She did as he’d said, and when she’d found the box, she told him so.

“Good. Now, go into the boardroom, lock the door and strip.”

Strip? Had he just told her to strip in the fucking boardroom? “Adam…”

“Wrong answer,” he snapped. Even though she couldn’t see him, she knew he was frowning.

She sighed. “Yes, Sir.” Oh boy, this was going to be an interesting afternoon.

She tentatively made her way to the boardroom, locked the door, double checking it to make sure it really was locked, then turned to face the windows. Oh, God, there was an office building directly adjacent. Why hadn’t she noticed that before? What if someone saw her through the window? Bit late for that, she thought as a memory replayed itself in her head. She’d been bent over the table as Adam had spanked her. Hard. She felt herself moisten at the memory.

“What are you thinking about, Rachel?”

“Er… Well, I was thinking about the building opposite, Sir.” She blushed at the thought of anyone seeing her.

“And?”

Bloody hell. Did he know what she had been thinking?

“And about the time you spanked me in here, Sir.”

She heard him chuckle and couldn’t help smiling as she pictured him standing over her, arms on his hips, ready to master her.

“Are you naked yet?”

What? “But, Adam…Sir… What if someone in the other building sees?” she stammered. Surely he wouldn’t…?

“Screw them,” he growled. “They’ll get an afternoon treat. If I have to say it again, Rachel, I will punish you.”

The word ‘punish’ was all it took to send a little electric shock down to her pussy, but before she’d had a chance to process the feeling, Adam spoke again, “Don’t even think about it. You wouldn’t enjoy this punishment. Trust me.”

How the hell did he know her so well?

“Okay, Sir. I’m undressing now.” As she hastily unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open to expose her bare breasts, she glanced nervously at the window. There were two men sitting at their desks near the big wall of glass. Their backs were turned, but all it would take was…

“Are you ready?” Adam sounded impatient now.

“Nearly, Sir,” she said, as she hurriedly slipped her skirt down and stepped out of it, leaving her naked, except for her shoes. Adam had forbidden her to wear underwear to the office. “Okay, Sir. Ready.”

“Is anyone looking at you from the opposite building?” he asked.

She looked again. Luckily, they were still facing away from the window. “No, Sir,” she replied, through gritted teeth.

“Shame.”

Bastard!
As Rachel stood in the boardroom, completely naked and exposed to anyone who might look across from the other building, she felt an overwhelming sense of shame. And arousal. Damn, how could she be getting turned on by the thought of someone seeing her naked?

Then Adam spoke again, leaving her in no doubt as to his intentions, “Lie down on the table. Put your phone on speaker and leave it next to you. Spread your legs and imagine that I’ve tied them to the corners of the table.”

“But…”

“Do it.
Now!
”

Oh, God.
If she’d ever wanted to die of shame, it was now. She climbed slowly onto the table, never taking her eyes off the window, put her phone on speaker and slowly spread her legs.

The cool breeze from the air conditioning brushed against her damp pussy, reminding her that she wasn’t normal. How could anyone get turned on by the risk of getting caught like this? What if someone across the road took a picture?
Shit.

“Pick up your phone and hold it above you. Take a picture of yourself and email it to me.”

“Adam Stone, you are one sick perv,” she groaned as she picked up the phone. And to think that less than half an hour ago, she’d been pretending she knew nothing about his kinky habits.

She stuck her tongue out and took a picture, which she quickly emailed to him. Within seconds she heard Adam’s approval.

“Good girl. You look gorgeous. I wish I was there now.” His voice was soft, sexy.

“So do I, Sir,” she whispered and closed her eyes. God, how she wished he was there with her now. Then he’d be just as fucking likely to get caught.

“Touch yourself, Rachel. Are you wet?” A memory from Hampstead Heath sprung to her mind, and she shuddered.

She slipped her hand between her outstretched legs and ran a finger along the opening to her pussy. She was soaked.

“Yes, Sir. I’m wet.”

“Good. Now, with one hand I want you to play with your breasts. Pull and squeeze your nipples, I want to hear groans of pain. With your other hand, I want you to fuck yourself. You may use as many fingers as you like,” he added, with a chuckle.

“Oh, how kind of you, Sir,” she snapped, and reluctantly obeyed.

As she probed her damp entrance with her fingers, she wanted to know if he was just as turned on. “Permission to ask a question, Sir,” she said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

“Go on.”

“You asked if I’m wet. Are you hard, Sir?”

The sound of his laugh rang through the boardroom and she grinned. How she loved that laugh.

“Yes, sweet thing. Rock hard.”

Good, although she’d bet he wasn’t splayed out on a table in front of a bloody window.

“Fuck yourself, Rachel. I want to hear you.”

There was only one thing for it. She closed her eyes and imagined Adam standing over her, fully dressed in his Dom’s leathers. She envisioned a flogger in one hand and his hard cock in the other.

She pinched a nipple and groaned as the pain sent a little bolt of sensation down between her legs. She pinched harder then pulled on the nub, which was now hard and engorged. She thought about Adam’s face, watching her, waiting for just the right moment to plunge himself deep inside her.

She used two fingers to pleasure herself with, every now and again bringing them out to rub against her clit. Unbelievably, she almost forgot where she was as she imagined Adam’s flogger draping over her body. She could almost feel the soft leather fronds tickling her. She groaned.

“Stop!”

Huh? Had she just heard right?

“Rachel. Did you hear me? I said stop,” said Adam, brusquely.

She almost growled her reply, “Yes, Sir.”

“Are you horny?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Well, you can’t. You do not have permission to come. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she hissed. Her hand was still between her legs. All it would take would be a little…

“Good. Now sit up, slide over to the edge of the table and climb off. Oh, and make sure you climb off on the window side.”

No way! She turned her head and to her horror, saw two people standing right by the window opposite. They were deep in conversation, but if one were to glance out…

Shame burned through her body and, for the first time, she considered using her safe word.

“Rachel? Did you hear me?” Adam’s insistent voice reminded her of how much she wanted to please him. He wouldn’t be happy if she chickened out by safe wording when, to be honest, it wasn’t really necessary. She knew he respected her right to use her safe word, it wasn’t that, but she also knew that he expected her to use her best judgment and only use it if she really couldn’t cope with a situation. And to be fair she could cope with this, no matter how uncomfortable it made her feel.

“Yes, Sir, I heard but… Sir? There’s someone standing right by the window.”

“Are they looking out?” he asked.

“Well, no. Not right now, but…”

“In that case, do as I say. You’ll just have to hope they’re too engrossed in their conversation to notice a naked woman in the window opposite them.” Adam’s voice didn’t give anything away, except for one thing. He was serious.

It occurred to her that she could just slip discreetly off the table and hide on the floor where no one would see her. After all, Adam wasn’t there to check. He’d never know. But she would, and she knew that he would work it out. He was so damned perceptive.

So she gritted her teeth, sat up and slid toward the edge of the table. As she climbed down, one of the people opposite turned their head and Rachel instinctively ducked down. She waited a moment or two then peeped up to check that the coast was clear. The man had looked away again. Thank God.

“What are you doing, Rachel?”

“Standing by the window like you said, Sir,” replied Rachel with a slightly brittle edge to her voice. She couldn’t help it—this was just too bloody embarrassing. So why was she so turned on?

“Good girl,” he said.

The approval in his voice confused her body. What was more important? Adam’s approval, or her modesty?
Damn him.

“Get the box you took out of my drawer and open it.”

When she opened the box, she groaned. She knew what was coming next.

“Take the bullet vibrator out and insert it into your vagina.”

Jesus, he was going to make her wear a bloody vibrator for the rest of the day. Well, the one advantage she had was that he wasn’t there to activate it. Small comfort, but still… The bullet slipped in easily thanks to her being so wet from pleasuring herself. She wondered if there was a little switch on it. He’d never know if she experimented a little and…

“Is it in?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now listen carefully. Don’t even think of trying to activate it yourself, there are no controls on it. It’s connected to my mobile phone using Bluetooth. Only I can activate it.” He sounded smug, as if he knew what she’d been thinking.

Rachel shook her head. A phone activated vibrator? Whatever next?

Adam continued, “I want you to keep your phone next to you all afternoon. Every time it bleeps with a text, the vibrator will be activated. You will not come. Understood?”

“Yeah,” she groaned. “
Sir
.”

“Good. You may get dressed now.”

Rachel was just about to move away from the window, when he added, “In front of the window.”

She scowled at the phone. Should she move away? Damn him, but she couldn’t disobey him, he had her over a barrel.

When she was dressed, Adam spoke again, “I want to test the vibrator. Brace yourself.” A moment later, her phone vibrated, alerting her to the fact that she had a text. A second after that, the bullet sprang to life and she groaned as powerful vibrations stirred up her earlier arousal.

“Ahhh,” she cried, and clenched her legs together.

“Good, I hear it’s working. Excellent. Remember, do not come at any time.”

“Yes, Sir,” she growled, her legs buckling slightly as the strong sensations buzzed through her body. She silently cursed the vibrator, it was bloody powerful. How on earth was she going to control herself with this thing going off intermittently and unexpectedly?

“By the way. The windows are covered with a special reflective film, they’re one-way. No one can see in.” He laughed at her gasp. “Oh, and Rachel?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“I love you.”

The phone went dead and she was left staring at the window in disbelief. He’d made her suffer by letting her think that anyone looking in would be able to see her. She smiled as she realized that she should have known he wouldn’t have put her in such a compromising position. She grinned and unlocked the door. The vibrator had thankfully stopped again, but she couldn’t ignore the reminder of its presence as she sat down on her chair.

She sighed. This was going to be a long afternoon.

Chapter Two

An hour passed with no activity. The phone only rang once and Rachel was bored. She’d even done some of the filing. She didn’t dare go on the Internet, even for non-kinky stuff, knowing that IT kept an eye on all employees’ internet activity.

She played a game of solitaire on her computer and was so engrossed that she didn’t notice her phone bleep. The vibrator sprang to life, making her jump with shock. She’d actually forgotten about it. A few seconds later, her mobile rang. Adam’s name on the caller ID told her he was going to torment her some more.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he purred through the earpiece.

“Hello, Sir.” The vibrations were very strong and it didn’t take long before the familiar first sensations of arousal stirred back up inside her.

“Are you alone?”

“Yes, Sir.” She groaned as the vibrations increased.

“Good. Close your eyes and imagine yourself kneeling naked in front of me.”

She closed her eyes and listened to the velvet tones of his voice seducing her.

“What can you see in your mind, Rachel?”

Oh, yes. A shudder ran through her body as she imagined herself kneeling, naked, before him in his office, like an offering to be used for his pleasure.

“I see you standing in front of me, Sir. You’re wearing your black leather boots and leather trousers.” The more the vision became real, the more the vibrations inside her pussy aroused her.

“Good girl. Now reach down and touch yourself, but don’t come.”

Her clit was starting to throb in time with the vibrations and she wasn’t sure she would be able to stop herself from coming if she touched herself. But she needed to obey Adam, so she opened her legs, reached down and pushed her fingers between her warm thighs. She groaned as she rubbed them against her pulsing clit. She knew release wasn’t far away. The need was still lingering from her time in the boardroom. She pressed a bit harder and her muscles tightened.
Oh, yes. Nearly there
.

“Don’t come, Rachel.”

Adam’s voice abruptly brought her back down and she quickly removed her hand to make sure she wouldn’t come.

“Tell me how you feel,” he said.

“I…I want you to fuck me. I’m wet, Adam. Wet, for you. Please let me come.” She knew she was whining, but she couldn’t help it. Her earlier denial was making it so much harder this time.