To Love and Trust (Boundaries) (12 page)

Then he moved down to a nipple, and this time, instead of teasing her by avoiding it, he went straight in for the kill and took the hard nub between his teeth and pulled.

“Oh yes,” she gasped, as the pain turned to delicious pleasure and her need increased. When he put his lips around the now tender nipple and sucked hard, she cried out again and arched her body up to meet his.

“Please, Adam,” she groaned, and immediately felt a sharp slap on the side of her thigh.
Hmm, nice
.

“Please what, Rachel?” He had lost the soft, hoarse tone from a moment ago and now told her in no uncertain terms that he was back in full Dom mode, which made the tingling in her belly increase along with her excitement.

“Please, Sir.” She could barely get the words out now—her heart seemed to be hammering in her throat, constricting her breathing along with the ability to talk.

“Tell me what you want, Rachel,” he growled, and thrust two fingers deep into her pussy. Her muscles clenched around them and her need grew stronger still. She needed him to fuck her,
now
.

“Please fuck me, Sir,” she managed to gasp.

“You want me to fuck you?”

Bastard, he was going to make her beg, but that only seemed to make her want him even more.

“Yes, Sir. Please, please fuck me. I’ll beg if that’s what you want.”

“Okay, beg.” His voice, although hard and uncompromising, also held a note of amusement and, at that moment, she almost hated him for making her so needy and desperate.

“Oh, for God’s sake, Adam, just fuck me.
Now
!” She hadn’t realized what she’d just said until Adam caught hold of her chin and forced her to look up at him.

“You will beg me to forgive you for that and then you will beg me to fuck you.”

His cock was hard as stone against her leg so she knew he wanted this as much as she did, but she also knew he had a control she could only dream of and he wouldn’t hesitate in denying her the sex she so badly needed if she didn’t comply.

“I’m sorry, Sir. Please forgive me. And will you please fuck me, I beg you, fuck me now,
please
.” There, could that be any more clear? Or desperate?

Adam grinned infuriatingly down at her and without another word he thrust his cock inside her so hard she cried out in shock and delight. “Hold on, Rachel, this is going to be a rough ride.”

She nearly came from his words alone.

He wasn’t joking. He pounded into her with ruthless force, and the harder he fucked her, the more she enjoyed it. She pulled at her restraints, desperate to pull him closer, but they kept her hands securely restrained above her head. This only increased her need, so she wrapped her legs—which he’d thankfully kept free—around his body in an attempt to draw him even closer.

All too soon, the first signs of a massive climax gripped her, but she’d learnt her lesson. It took every bit of willpower she possessed to hold it back and cry, “Please, Sir, may I come?” Oh, shit, what would she do if he said no?

“Yes, sweet thing, come now.” His words were enough to send her over the edge. Every muscle tightened and every nerve buzzed as her pussy clamped down on his pulsing cock, and the explosion that followed sent her into free fall.

Just as she was regaining some awareness, he swelled inside her and his growl of release sent her back to ride the waves with him. Her pussy wrapped itself around his cock in a vice-like grip, forcing every drop of his hot cum to fill her completely.

Finally, he collapsed on top of her, his sweat mixing with hers and their breaths rasping in unison.

“Wow.” She sounded croaky, and she heard the overwhelming satisfaction that was flowing through her body.

“Are you okay?” His voice had returned to normal, warm and velvety deep.

“Oh, God, yes. That was so…so…
incredible
.” She giggled, still high from the afterglow.

“So, Rachel Porter, it seems you like it rough.” He chuckled. He rolled off her and reached up to undo her wrist cuffs.

She grinned back at him and pulled her arms back down to rub the subtle marks on her skin. “Hmm. Yes, Mr Stone, it seems that I do.”

* * * *

Forty minutes later, Rachel was sitting at the kitchen table, freshly showered and dressed. Thor and Freya were curled up together in a beam of sunlight from the window and Rachel was holding a mug of hot coffee whilst watching Adam prepare breakfast.

“I thought you’d have me naked and slaving over a hot stove,” she said, unable to stop smiling.

“Ah, but you’re not my slave.
Yet
!” He winked at her.

She felt her cheeks redden, wondering if he was serious or not. She decided to drop that particular subject. She didn’t want to think about his future demands and risk spoiling the relaxed mood.

When Adam turned back to face the stove she sat back and enjoyed the view. The only thing he was wearing was a pair of tight jeans, the faded denim showing off his sexy arse. The muscles in his broad shoulders and upper back flexed as he worked, and she couldn’t help staring at him, her eyes constantly returning to the gorgeous outline of his arse. Shit, he had a hot body.

“Have you got any plans today?” His voice dragged her attention off his arse and onto his face as he turned and came toward her, carrying two plates of steaming food. When he placed one of them in front of her, she eyed the crispy bacon and fried eggs. She hadn’t realized until now how hungry she was.

“No, not really. Just tell me when you want me to go and I’ll leave you in peace.” She took a mouthful of bacon and sighed happily. It was delicious.

Adam laughed. “Actually, I was hoping you’d stay. We could walk to the High Street later and have lunch, then perhaps walk back across the Heath.” Hampstead Heath was famous for being a large, unspoilt haven of nature within a big city and Rachel had loved going for picnics there when she’d been younger.

“I’d love that,” she said, and cut into a perfectly cooked runny egg yolk.

They ate in companionable silence, every now and again exchanging smiles and when they’d finished she stood up to clear the plates away.

“Sit down.”

Ooh, Dom voice again. She obeyed without hesitation.

“I want to talk to you,” he said, sounding serious.

Rachel laughed, nervously. “That sounds ominous. Am I in trouble?”

“No, of course not.” He stood up and crossed the kitchen to fetch the coffee pot. When he returned, he filled both their cups and sat back to study her. “I want to know how you feel about everything we’re doing.”

“You mean the sex?” She would have thought that was obvious, given her screaming orgasms.

“Not just the sex, the whole D/s thing.” He took a sip of his coffee and eyed her silently for a moment. When he spoke again his voice was gentle. “I need complete honesty from you in order to live up to your expectations as your Dom. I need to know how you feel when I give you an order, when I punish you
and
when I fuck you.”

He wasn’t asking much then.

“Okay. I’ll be completely honest. Fire away.” She wasn’t entirely comfortable discussing such intimate things as sex and emotions, but she could see it was important to him so she resolved to do her very best to be as open and straight with him as she could.

“What does submission feel like for you? Is it purely sexual? Does it affect the way you think?”

Rachel took a moment to think about her answer. “It’s definitely sexual, but there’s more to it than that. I feel as if I’m in a different headspace, my body seems to melt and I have this overpowering urge to please you.” Oh, crap, that sounded so corny.

Adam smiled and reached out for her hand. “You do please me. More than you can imagine.”

A feeling of warmth wrapped itself around her like a hug when she heard him say those words.

“When you show me that you’re pleased, it’s like my stomach flips upside down and inside out. I never thought that something psychological like that could have such physical effects.”

Adam nodded. “A huge part of BDSM is psychological, even the pain. If I were to flog you identically on two separate occasions, your experience of the pain could be dramatically different, depending on your headspace. It could be agonizing torture that you can’t bear or it could be the most erotic and intensely satisfying feeling you’ve ever had.”

“I’m beginning to see that. The pain I experienced from the paddling yesterday was very different from the pain I got from you spanking me. And it’s nothing to do with the fact you used a paddle instead of your bare hand.” Her arse tingled as she remembered the sting of the paddle last night.

“That brings me onto the next thing we need to talk about. I want to know how you feel about your first punishment yesterday.” He was watching her closely, clearly looking out for her reaction to his questions.

She hesitated for a moment, thinking carefully about her answer.

“Be honest, Rachel.”

“Okay, but it may not be what you want to hear. It was quite sexy in a bizarre way.” She checked his face for a reaction, but he remained neutral. “Despite the fact that it really hurt, I actually enjoyed being punished by you, although I didn’t like the reason for it. I was upset that I’d let you down and I knew I deserved it so it wasn’t that I liked, it was the actual act of being punished. It terrified me, but it also excited me.”

Adam didn’t look surprised or shocked, he just nodded. “Some people are particularly fond of being punished. Like you said, it’s the actual act of being punished, and there’s nothing wrong with that. We can incorporate a spanking punishment into a role play scenario if you’d like. We’d just have to be careful to keep it separate from real punishments.”

Rachel felt her body spring to life at Adam’s words. The idea of acting out a punishment as part of a scene sent little thrills of delight straight to her pussy and she blushed as her body heated again.

Adam smiled. “I see that excites you. What about your second punishment?”

Rachel tried to ignore the insistent throbbing trying to invade the rest of her body, and fought to refocus her brain on Adam’s question. The second punishment—
oh yes, that one
.

“The way you spoke to me when you tied me to the bench, the fact that I was completely helpless and at your mercy, reinforced my feelings of submissiveness, although I wasn’t worried at all—I thought it would be easy.”

“It’s a good thing you didn’t know what to expect, because it meant you were relaxed and, therefore, already on the first step of the ladder toward the flying episode you had. It was when you finally surrendered completely that you were able to take off like that. You’re very responsive, which is unusual for someone so new to BDSM. It can take some people months, even years, to achieve subspace and you did it straight away. You’re a natural.”

“I was already partly there before you even started the first punishment. From the moment you ordered me to kneel in that office, I just melted, and the first sense of giddiness came over me.” She had been so turned on as she had waited in that office for Adam to return, she could see now that she had already been getting into the right submissive headspace.

Adam smiled. “What do you enjoy the most out of all this, Rachel?” he asked, softly.

“Everything. I mean it, I love it all. I love it when you grab my hair and force me to look at you while I’m on my knees by your feet. I love the way you don’t give me a choice when you tell me what to do—I have to obey or I get punished.” Just thinking about it made her shudder and she blushed when she saw that Adam had noticed.

It took all her strength to keep her voice steady as she continued. “I love the fact that the firmer you talk to me, and the harder you fuck me, the more excited I get, and I love the way you look after me, care for me and make me feel special. It makes me feel free, I don’t have to think or make decisions and I feel loved, worshiped, even.”

She stopped and took a deep breath. Wow, where had that all come from? She meant it, though, every word. Anyone else would have laughed at her for saying such crazy things, but when she looked in Adam’s eyes she saw only understanding and tenderness.

He squeezed her hand. “Thank you for sharing that with me. Just one more thing. Is there anything you hate?”

Rachel thought back to everything they’d done since that first night and she could honestly say that she wouldn’t want to change any of it. “No, Adam. You’ve helped me discover a part of my sexuality that I didn’t know was there and I’m so grateful to you for that. There’s not a single thing we’ve done that I didn’t like. Nothing.”

“I’m very happy to hear that,” he said, with a grin. “Is there anything you’d like to ask me? Anything you’re worried about or don’t understand?”

She was about to say no, but there was one question she’d quite like to ask. “Well, there is one thing…”

“Go on,” he said, his smile telling her she could ask anything.

“This all seems very one-sided. I get all the pleasure, your time and attention. What do you get out of it?”

“Apart from great sex you mean?” He laughed. “Oh, Rachel, you have no idea. I love the control I have over you when you’re bound and helpless for my pleasure. I love that you choose it willingly and that you surrender control completely so I can give you what you want and need. I love the sound of a flogger hitting your naked flesh and then hearing you scream when you come. Need I go on?”

Rachel laughed. “No, I get the picture.”

Adam pulled her over to him and made her sit on his lap. As he wrapped his arms around her waist, Rachel snaked her own arms around his neck and felt safer and more cared for than she had ever felt in her life. This talk had been necessary, she realized. Sharing such intimate thoughts had been both liberating and informative and had somehow brought them closer together. She tightened her hold on him. Could she really be learning to trust again?

Chapter Ten

Rachel took a sip of her crisp chilled wine and sighed contentedly. They were sitting in the sunny courtyard of a small bistro in the High Street, and had just ordered their food. Adam had actually asked her what she wanted to eat, although he’d insisted on ordering it. She’d asked for grilled salmon with herbed new potatoes and salad, and Adam had graciously allowed her one glass of wine. Normally, she would have been livid if anyone tried to tell her whether she could have a drink or not, but, somehow, she didn’t mind today. And anyway, she knew he wanted her sober for the club later.