To Love and Obey (Boundaries) (3 page)

“Not yet.” His voice was unsympathetic and uncompromising.

The vibrations stopped just after he rang off and Rachel was left with an empty ache. She tried to get back to her solitaire, but she was restless and distracted. Her pussy was still wet and the ache just wouldn’t go away. Sitting down only made her more aware of the bullet so she ended up pacing the floor reciting the times tables as a distraction.

Nothing worked. She was horny, agitated and frustrated. And bloody close to giving in to temptation. Adam would never know if she snuck into the boardroom and played with her clit just enough to take the edge off. But she knew she couldn’t lie to him. Apart from the fact that he’d see right through her, she would feel so guilty that he’d know something was up.

So she gritted her teeth and continued to pace until she heard her phone bleep.
Oh shit.
She rushed back to her desk, ready to grab the phone when Adam rang, and braced herself for the vibrations to start. But nothing happened. She was almost disappointed.

She picked up the phone and glared at it, her frustration making her cack-handed as she keyed in her password. It was only a text from Mandy. She asked if she’d be home tonight because Dawn was coming and would she like to join them for dinner? She quickly replied that she’d love to and put the phone down again.

She had to wait another agonizing twenty minutes before her phoned beeped again. This time, the vibrations did start and, like before, shortly after, it rang.

“Have you touched yourself?” Adam wasted no time in getting to the point.

“No, Sir,” she growled. Thank God she’d abstained.

“Good girl.”

The vibrations reignited her arousal so quickly that her legs weakened and she had to sit down quickly before they buckled. Unfortunately that only made the vibrations feel stronger and she closed her eyes as she tried to hold onto what little self-control she had left.

“Rachel?” Adam’s voice sounded impatient. He’d asked her something.

“Oh, sorry. What did you say, Sir?”

“I asked what you’re thinking right now.”

She practically spat her reply out, “I’m thinking that you’re a sadistic bastard.
Sir!
”

She heard him chuckle and at that moment, she almost hated him.

“Close your eyes and imagine being draped over my lap with your bare arse ready for my hand.”

That wasn’t hard. As she pictured herself bent over his lap, she slipped her hand between her legs without thinking. She groaned as her finger made contact with her aching clit.

“Are you touching yourself?”

She quickly snapped her hand away and almost cried with frustration as her body protested. “No, Sir.” Not anymore, anyway.

“I think you’re lying, Rachel. I was going to let you come, but I’ve changed my mind. Touching yourself without permission and lying is cause for punishment, Rachel.”

His voice teased her. He knew what her reaction to his words would be.

“Oh, please, Sir. I beg you. Let me come.
Pleeease
.”

But he ignored her desperate pleas and changed the subject. “How are you getting home tonight?”

Oh God, no.
“Bus, Sir,” she stammered.

“Text me when you’re on the bus.” The phone went dead and Rachel was left staring at it in disbelief. The bus?

How was she going to make it through the afternoon? It wouldn’t have been quite so bad if she’d had plenty of work to keep her distracted, but she didn’t. Even her filing was up to date.

Finally, at five o’clock, she grabbed her bag and left, clenching her pelvic floor muscles tightly so as not to drop the bullet.

She boarded her bus and found a seat as far away from the majority of the passengers as possible. Snuggling up against the window, she texted Adam.

On bus
.

She knew what was coming next. Sure enough, seconds later the phone bleeped followed quickly by the bullet coming back to life. Oh, God, she didn’t know how many more times she could hold off. She was close. So close.

The phone rang and she quickly answered before she drew too much attention to herself.

“Hello?” As if she didn’t know who it was.

“Are you wet for me, Rachel?”

Jesus, he doesn’t waste any time
.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied quietly.

“Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

“Adam, I’m on the bloody bus,” she snapped.

“Say it,” he snapped back.

Bloody hell, this was like a bad dream. An erotic bad dream. “Yes, I’m wet for you, Sir,” she practically whispered.

“Good girl. Now, imagine you can have my cock inside you, anywhere you like. Where would you like my cock?” His voice sounded so normal that he could have been asking what she’d like for dinner.

She didn’t have to think twice about the answer. “In my mouth, Sir,” she replied as quietly as she could.

“Pardon? Can you say that again?”

“I’d like your cock in my mouth, Sir,” she practically growled. She didn’t dare look around to see if anyone had heard.

“Okay. Keep your eyes closed and focus on the vibrations in your pussy. Now, imagine yourself kneeling, naked, in front of me, just like before. Now imagine yourself reaching up for my cock with your hands.”

She did and her pussy contracted painfully.

“Now,” continued Adam, “imagine putting your lips around the head of my cock. Lick it, taste it, suck it.”

She smiled as she visualized his cock in her mouth. Oh, yes. Her clit started throbbing again and she clenched her hands as her pent-up frustrations came surging back. She felt his cock deep in her throat as he thrust it in, fucking her mouth as if it were her…

“Argh,” she cried, almost forgetting where she was.

Adam’s voice sounded deep and husky when he spoke again. He was clearly enjoying this as well. “When you think I’m about to come inside your mouth, you may come.”

All she heard were the words, ‘you may come’ and her whole body stiffened as her muscles contracted in response to the intense fire burning between her legs. She quickly clamped a hand over her mouth and tried not to cry out as wave after excruciating wave crashed through her.

Her earlier denials were making this so much more intense, and she longed to scream out her release. Then, her body spasmed with aftershocks almost as powerful as the main eruption.

Finally, her body calmed and reality came back to her with agonizing clarity. Shit, she’d just had a major fucking orgasm on the bloody bus. She looked around her, but no one was taking any notice. Luckily there was another bus right ahead of them so hers wasn’t as busy as it might have been. There was no one sitting next to her and she silently thanked God for the small mercy.

Thankfully, the vibrations stopped then and her equilibrium was slowly restored as her body returned to normal.

She raised the phone back to her ear and smiled. “Did you come too, Sir?” she asked, quietly.

She heard him laugh softly before replying, “Yes, my love, I did. The sound of you coming like that completely undid me. Knowing you’re on a busy commuter bus helped.”

She laughed. “I can’t believe you just made me do that.”

“You deserved your release for obeying me so beautifully. So, what are your plans tonight?”

“Dawn’s coming round for dinner and they’ve invited me to join them. What time’s your flight back?”

Adam laughed. “You booked it. You should know.”

Oh yeah. They spoke for a few more minutes until the bus arrived at Rachel’s stop. As she stepped off onto the pavement, her body felt lighter than it had all day. With a big smile on her face, she set off with a fresh bounce in her step.

* * * *

Later that evening, after a delicious meal of roast chicken with all the trimmings, Rachel sat back and quietly watched Mandy and Dawn’s easy-going banter as they cleared the dishes. She envied the equality of their relationship. Even though Mandy was clearly the one in control in the bedroom, they were completely equal outside of it. In fact, Dawn was so forthright and assertive, that anyone would think that it was Dawn who was the Domme and Mandy, the sub.

Mandy had happily fetched more wine from the kitchen when Dawn had asked her, and had insisted on cooking, serving dinner and helping with clearing away afterwards. There was no hierarchy, no one was in control. They were equals as far as they were concerned. Mandy didn’t expect Dawn to address her as Mistress when they weren’t playing and she certainly didn’t decide what Dawn should eat or drink.

That was what she wanted with Adam. But if she were to become his slave, she would never be his equal and that didn’t sit well with her.

“How’s your back?” asked Dawn, as Mandy left them to make some coffee.

Rachel grimaced and shrugged. “It’s okay. A bit sore, but not as much as it was.”

Dawn nodded, sympathetically. “That was a particularly nasty whip Dominique used. It not only would have left permanent scars, but it could have killed you. If she’d caught any vital organs, especially the kidneys…” She trailed off, obviously not wanting to voice the obvious danger Rachel had been in.

Rachel shuddered. “Are there really people who get off on that level of pain?”

Dawn nodded slowly. “Yeah, but only when it’s consensual and inflicted by someone who knows what they’re doing. Even a hard-core masochist wouldn’t have coped with what Dominique was planning on doing to you.”

“I didn’t know she was his ex-wife until she told me. Adam had refused to talk to me about her.” Rachel couldn’t help the accusing tone that had crept into her voice. Adam was right, if she’d known who she was, she would never have gone with her that night.

“Don’t be too hard on Adam,” said Dawn, softly. “Luke told me he’d been desperate to do the right thing by offering Karen a way out. She was driving him mad with her wild demands and it got to the point when the mere mention of her name was enough to make him angry. Apparently, his actual words were that he didn’t want to tarnish your relationship with her poison.”

“It’s not that I blame him,” sighed Rachel, “and I do understand why he didn’t want to tell me, but sometimes I feel…”

“What?” asked Dawn.

Rachel shrugged. “Oh, nothing. I guess I’m just trying to get my head around this whole equality thing. I can’t help wondering if he didn’t tell me because he didn’t think I was worthy of knowing. Not because he doesn’t care for me. I know he does. But, maybe he thinks I don’t have the right to know too much about his life because he wants me to be his slave.”

Dawn laughed. “What the hell are you going on about? Being someone’s slave doesn’t make you any less worthy than anyone else. I happen to know that Masters value and care deeply for their slaves.”

Mandy came back into the room with the coffee and looked questioningly at Dawn. “What’s that about slaves?”

“I was just telling Rachel that most Masters treasure their slaves and treat them really well.” Dawn flushed slightly as Mandy put the drinks down and gave her a stern look.

“Slaves, eh?” She walked up to Dawn, hands on her hips and glared down at her. “Get on the floor,” she growled.

Bloody hell. Where did that come from?

Rachel didn’t want to get caught up in some kinky sex scene and was just about to make a hasty exit, when Dawn said, “Get lost.” Then she burst into laughter and playfully thumped Mandy’s arm.

Mandy turned to Rachel with exaggerated indignation. “See? You just can’t get a decent slave these days.”

Although Rachel laughed with them, she couldn’t help the heavy feeling sitting in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t care how much Masters valued their slaves. It still didn’t make her want to be one.

* * * *

As she was getting ready for bed, her unease increased when she got a text from Adam.

I’m back from Birmingham now. Remember, I won’t take no for an answer. Night night, gorgeous.

She lay awake for a long time trying to get her head around the whole slave thing. One thing was sure—she didn’t want to lose Adam. So, that just left one option, but that was the problem. It wasn’t the option of her choice. What should she do?

Chapter Three

The following afternoon, Rachel glanced at her watch and frowned. It was nearly five o’clock. She looked over at Adam’s closed door and wondered if she would get to see him later. He’d been holed up in his office for most of the day, preparing for tomorrow’s board meeting, and she had hardly seen him except for the few times she’d brought him his coffee.

Last night, her insecurities had escaped from the confinement of her subconscious and had crept unnervingly back to taunt her consciousness. This morning, she’d woken up feeling groggy and edgy, and had hoped for a reassuring cuddle with Adam before his first meeting.

But now, it would soon be time to go home and he still hadn’t made any attempt to share a private moment with her. Was he avoiding her? Was her hesitation in making the ultimate commitment to him pissing him off so much that he was having second thoughts? She fiddled distractedly with a pen and closed her eyes. This was hardly helping her with her trust issues. She’d barely been able to concentrate on work since the weekend. She kept making stupid little mistakes and had, yet again, made herself look completely incompetent to Lord Granville’s PA, the perfect Linda, when she’d sent her the wrong report for tomorrow’s meeting. Adam had been unusually patient with her, but knowing him, that patience would start to wear thin very soon.

Her phone rang suddenly, the shrill sound piercing the silence and making her jump. She picked it up with a tinge of annoyance to hear the receptionist’s nasal voice announce that a Mr King and a Miss Roberts had arrived for a five o’clock appointment with Mr Stone.
Huh?
She glanced at the diary and frowned. There was no mention of any appointment. Was Adam booking his own meetings now? She told the receptionist to wait a moment and dialed Adam’s number.