To Love and Submit (16 page)

“Adam,” a female voice said, coming to her rescue. Rachel looked up and saw it was the woman in the latex catsuit from yesterday.

But any thoughts Rachel had of rescue were soon dashed, when Adam replied, “Hello, Dominique. This is Rachel. She’s about to remove her robe. Would you care to join me and watch?”

Dominique’s luscious red lips curled up in delight as she took a seat next to Adam.

He raised his eyebrows and gestured for Rachel to begin. “Go on. Now!”

With her face burning, Rachel unfastened the tie under her breasts and let the robe fall off her shoulders, leaving her completely naked.

Dominique licked her lips and gave Adam’s arm a squeeze. “She’s quite divine. Are you going to share her?”

Adam growled in response. “No, I just want to remind her that she’s a sub and she will do as she’s told.”

Rachel glared at him, anger washing over her in waves, threatening to spill over into a temper that would only get her into more trouble. She knew now that he was punishing her. He knew she’d been lying before and he was going to make her pay. Damn him!

“And,” continued Adam, his voice as icy as his eyes, “she will learn
never
to lie to me again.”

Adam stood up and walked over to Rachel, towering over her in an intimidating stance. “Kneel!”

Not in front of all these people, please
. She looked imploringly at him, but Adam didn’t look in any mood for leniency and pushed her shoulders down, forcing her into a kneeling position.

Oh God, she was kneeling at Adam Stone’s feet, completely naked while he towered over her, fully dressed and seriously pissed off, by the sounds of it. She was struggling with her emotions—she should have felt anger and humiliation at his treatment, but somehow, she didn’t. Instead her stomach clenched as her body spasmed in a violent shudder of pleasure.

He walked to the side of her, leaned over and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling her head back roughly until she was looking up into his face. A frisson of excitement charged through her and she swallowed as she felt herself surrendering.

“You’re my sub, Rachel. Do you understand what that means?” he growled, his voice low and deep, sending shivers through her body.

“Yes, Sir,” she cried, breathlessly.

“It means that you’re
mine
,” he spat. “It means you will obey me. Do you understand, Rachel?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her head was spinning as she tried to compute the fierce emotions charging through her. Yes, yes, yes, she was his. Completely.

“It also means you will be honest with me,
always
.” His voice remained unrelenting and commanding, melting her insides with each word.

“Yes, Sir.” She was aware there were tears in her eyes, but they weren’t from anger or sorrow, they were from joy because she finally knew what submission really meant.

“And you will trust me like I trust you,” he continued, mercilessly.

“Yes, Sir.” At that moment she did trust him. With every last piece of her being, she trusted him, adored him, loved him even.

“You’re mine, Rachel.” His voice was sending shock waves through her body. Oh, how she loved that voice.

“Yes, Sir, I’m yours. Always.” She was nearing that feeling she’d had from the flogging, the one where she had been floating. It all made sense now, she
needed
him to do this to her, to command her, overpower her, control her. This was what it was all about. She smiled into his eyes and he smiled back, the two of them locked in an understanding nobody else could ever comprehend.

He knew she’d got it, and gently pulled her back up to her feet and put his arms around her, holding her tight for as long as she needed him to.

After a few moments, he pulled back slightly and looked down at her face. He reached out and gently wiped a remaining tear away and handed her back her robe.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered, not just for the robe, but for helping her fulfil the need she’d never before understood. She had always known a part of her craved something else, something completely different from anything she had ever experienced, but it was only now that it all made sense. Submission wasn’t just about being tied up and spanked. It was so much more—a need, a craving—a bit like an itch that was finally being scratched after years of being unreachable.

Adam helped her slip the robe back on and, without another word, led her away from Dominique and the alcove towards the stairs to the playrooms. At the top, he paused, kissed her ear and whispered, “No blindfold this time.”

They walked slowly across the large, busy central room, past the themed rooms to the sides, before stopping briefly at a room with a St Andrew’s cross. The long heavy chains hanging from the rafters and bolted to the floor told her all she needed to know. She glanced up at Adam who gave her arm a squeeze. “I see you recognise this room,” he said, softly. “Next time, I’ll tie you to the cross. I’ve got a nice new leather flogger I want to try out and your beautiful soft arse is the perfect target.”

A tremor ran through Rachel’s body, as she imagined herself strapped to the wooden cross, being whipped with Adam’s new leather flogger. Why did that turn her on so much? The suede flogger had really hurt after a while, so she could only imagine what one made of leather might feel like. An intense throbbing between her legs brought a flush to her face and she hastily smoothed down her hair in an attempt not to give too much away.

Adam smiled knowingly and took her arm again to lead her away from the flogging room. Eventually, he brought her to a stop outside a room right at the end. Rachel gasped as she realised it was the room where the threesome had taken place yesterday.

Adam nudged her back and she slowly walked into the room and waited for him to tell her what to do. Butterflies were running amok in her stomach now, and she felt lightheaded with the intense sexual energy charging between them.

He walked over to a chair and sat down, leaving her standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. A small crowd was gathering at the open end—a scene with Adam Stone was obviously quite a draw. She could feel the excitement of the onlookers as they waited for them to begin.

“Take your robe off, Rachel,” he demanded, sitting back casually in the chair and crossing his legs.

She looked anxiously over at the onlookers and pleaded silently with him as she hesitated. Adam just raised his eyebrows and said quietly, “Rachel, the next punishment won’t be as pleasurable as the last one.” The warning in his voice was clear so she slowly undid the tie and slipped the robe off, letting it fall to the floor around her feet. She heard a few appreciative whispers from the crowd and felt her face burning as she awaited further orders from Adam.

“Now, I want you to kneel down where you are.” He watched her obey and when she was on her knees, he smiled. “Good girl. Sit back on your heels, keep your feet together and open your knees.”

As she obeyed him, she heard excited sighs from across the room. At the same time, she felt a cool breeze brush against her pussy. She was completely exposed and felt an uneasy mixture of arousal and humiliation, knowing that not only Adam, but also the crowd outside, which was getting bigger, could see the glistening arousal between her legs.

“Now, put your hands behind your back and lower your head,” he demanded. When she was in position, Adam stood up and slowly walked around her. His feet were in front of her and she desperately wanted to look up into his face, but she knew that would displease him, so she kept her head lowered.

“Good girl. I want you to remember this position,” he said, gently touching the top of her head. “This is what I want you to do when I tell you to present yourself to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her voice heavy with submissive lust.

“Good.” He glanced over at the crowd and grinned. “Have you ever fantasised about being fucked in front of a crowd, Rachel?”

Even though she had had the odd little fantasy about being watched, she was damned if she was going to admit to it now. “No, of course not…” she started to say, but faltered when she saw the look on Adam’s face. Shit, he knew she was lying and she knew that he wouldn’t tolerate any more lies from her. “Sometimes, Sir,” she said meekly, and flushed when she heard a few chuckles from the crowd.

“Good girl. Well, sweet thing, another fantasy is about to come true. Now, go and lie on the bed. On your back.”

She scrambled back onto her feet and walked over to the huge bed, climbed onto it then waited, shame washing over her as she tried to come to terms with being the star attraction in this exhibitionistic floorshow. There was no way she was going to have an orgasm in front of these people, she realised with dismay—she’d never be able to let herself go that much, and knew Adam would be disappointed in her. She closed her eyes and wished the crowd away.

She heard the creaking of leather as he rose from the chair, and her eyes shot open again as he walked towards the bed. He slowly pulled his T-shirt off, revealing his powerful broad chest. The muscles on his tattooed arms flexed as he brought his hands down to his trousers and she watched in awe as he unzipped them and took them off. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath and his erection sprang out as the leather descended.

Amelia hadn’t been joking about his bulge. He was huge! He grinned when he saw her expression and climbed onto the bed to join her. Slowly, he straddled her and, hovering above her, leant down and kissed her firmly on the mouth. Sharp shocks of lust charged through her body, straight down to her pussy, and she lifted her arms to pull him down to her.

“Oh no you don’t,” he said, and grabbed her wrists, deftly clipping her cuffs to hooks in the bed that she hadn’t known were there. Maybe this room wasn’t as innocent as it had looked.

He sat back and looked at her, arms restrained and nipples rock hard. “Beautiful,” he said, softly. Leaning down he covered one nipple with his mouth. She groaned in pleasure as he gently nibbled on the tender nub, and when he released it, he rubbed his coarse thumb across it until it became swollen and engorged.

While he continued rubbing the nipple, he covered the other one and the sensation of soft and wet on one side and coarse and hard on the other made her want to cry out in pleasure. She lifted her legs, desperate to wrap them around him, but was punished with a pinch on her already tender nipple.

Adam sat up, his blue eyes now almost black with lust, and grabbed her ankle. “Naughty girls get their legs restrained too.” He grinned, and deftly clipped the cuff to a chain hidden at the bottom corner of the bed.

Once he had restrained her other ankle, exposing her swollen pussy for all to see, he sat back again and watched her wriggle against the restraints. “Remember we talked about you being tethered to a bed and spread-eagled for my pleasure?” he asked, leaning so close to her ear, she could feel his breath. “Well, this is it, baby.”

Chapter Fifteen

Adam moved down the bed, kissing her neck, chest, breasts and stomach. Then he moved lower still until he finally got to her pussy. By this time, she was throbbing so much it ached, and she desperately tried to raise her body to meet his tongue as he kissed the soft skin above her slit.

“Lie still,” he demanded. “Oh, and by the way, you don’t have permission to come until I say you can.”

This only made her more desperate and she groaned as he teased her with his tongue, flicking across her slit, pushing through the soft, wet folds until he finally found her clit. Her whole body jerked as he sucked her, and she had tears in her eyes as she tried desperately to hold onto what little self-control she had left. This was just too intense—how the hell was she supposed to control her body enough to stop herself from coming?

She heard someone cough and had a fleeting recollection that she had an audience but, by now, her humiliation and shame had well and truly deserted her, and she whimpered as Adam continued to flick and suck at her clit.

Just as she thought she couldn’t hold back any longer, his tongue left her and he sat up again, watching her with fire in his eyes.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he moaned.

“Please, Adam,” she whimpered, desperate to feel his tongue on her again.

His eyes hardened. “Please, who?”

“Adam… Sir,” she finally managed to blurt out and was rewarded with a smouldering smile.

But instead of resuming his delicious onslaught, he got off the bed and walked over to the cupboard against the wall. “Close your eyes.” She watched him pick something up and return to the bed before she closed her eyes as instructed.

Her heart was hammering so hard in her chest, she thought it would explode. What did he have in his hand? Did she dare take a peek? Luckily, that decision was taken away from her as she felt something cold and hard push against the entrance to her pussy. “Ahh…” she cried, in surprise.

“Shush, baby,” he murmured, “just lie back and enjoy.” She felt him push the dildo farther up and a moment of annoyance crossed her mind—she didn’t want a fucking dildo, she wanted him. But then the dildo sprang to life and the most exquisite buzzing started vibrating inside her and she gasped in delight. Then, just to torture her further, his finger started to rub against her clit again.

“You may come now, sweet thing,” he said, and tweaked her clit hard enough to make her whimper. That was it—her whole body seemed to explode as fire raged through her from her head to her toes. She screamed as her body was racked, again and again, with the most intense waves of pleasure she had ever experienced.

Finally, the spasms slowed down and her body relaxed as he removed the dildo. She could feel his breath on her face and when she opened her eyes and looked up at his face, she knew he was finally going to fuck her. Even in her sated state, her body was ready for him, and as his thick, solid cock probed her entrance, she desperately wanted to pull him down so he would push fully into her, but the damned restraints stopped her.

As his huge cock slid slowly into her, she remembered the dreams that had started all this. Her dreams were literally coming true.
How cool is that?
That was her final conscious thought, though, because just then he rammed his cock deep inside her causing her to cry out in ecstasy.