To Love and Trust (Boundaries) (17 page)

Chapter Thirteen

“Stay right there,” said Adam, and made his way over to the wall on her right. As if she was able go anywhere!

He stopped by the wall of whips and floggers and appeared to contemplate which one to use. She couldn’t see what it was he reached for, but her eyes widened when he turned back to her with a large rubber flogger in his hand and an excited gleam in his eyes.

“This won’t hurt,” he murmured, as if he’d sensed her fear. “The fronds are very light and thin. You’re going to enjoy this.”

He kissed her one more time, giving the chain between her breasts a little tug at the same time, and she gasped as fresh pain mingled with pleasure, her knees buckling slightly.

He started very gently, by flicking the flogger over the top of her chest and round her breasts. Every now and then the flogger nudged the chain, sending fresh waves of pain through her nipples directly to her clit. As the flogger moved down over her stomach, he increased the pace, expertly spinning the flogger in a sideways figure of eight so the gentle pounding was fast and consistent. He was right, it didn’t hurt at all, it felt like loads of soft fingers all massaging her at the same time and she soon became lost in the glorious sensations.

He moved the flogger down toward her thighs and continued with the perfect rhythm. Every now and again, a couple of the fronds caught her pussy and she cried out as the sharp shock nearly made her come. After a while, though, she wanted more pressure. It didn’t hurt at all and she found herself wishing for a bit of pain, needing it.

But Adam kept the pressure light and her frustration grew until she couldn’t stop herself from crying out, “Harder.”

Adam stopped immediately and she opened her eyes to find him glaring at her. “It’s not advisable to tell your Dom what to do,” he growled, moving away from her.

“I’m sorry,” she cried, desperate for him to resume the flogging. “Please,” she begged, but Adam had put the flogger down and was walking back toward her with a grim expression on his face.

“Now,” he drawled, “let’s have some fun.”

What the hell did he mean by that? She frowned at him and was actually disappointed when she saw he was about to remove the nipple clamps. What came next caught her completely by surprise, and she screamed in agony as the first clamp released, allowing the blood to rush back into her nipple. It was excruciating and her knees actually gave in as she tried to move away from the pain.

“You can come when you want,” he said softly. Then his lips covered the tortured nipple and he gently sucked and caressed it, somehow making the pain turn into exquisite pleasure. She couldn’t tell the two apart until the pain subsided and she was left with complete bliss.

She was so caught up in the moment that she didn’t notice Adam removing the other clamp until she felt the searing pain tear through her again. She cried out in despair then moaned in ecstasy as the agony turned into intense pleasure once again. Then, when Adam took the nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, she lost all sense of awareness except for the hard, overwhelming orgasm that practically ripped her apart, wave after glorious wave forcing her body to spasm with the delirious shocks sparking through her body.

Finally, the spasms calmed, leaving her body relaxed and sated, and she smiled limply at Adam as he started to release her from the cross. Her legs were weak and she leaned against him for support as they walked to the chair and covered her with a blanket.

When he eventually led her back downstairs to the bar, Mandy and Dawn were at their table and she smiled at them as they approached. Dawn had the same dreamy look on her face that she felt, and the two grinned at each other as they recognized their mutual pleasure. Mandy had her arm draped protectively around Dawn’s shoulder and Rachel couldn’t help thinking how well they suited each other.

They’d barely sat down when Chrissie tottered over with a cola for Rachel and water for the rest of them.

“If ever I saw two contented little subbies, it’s you two.” She grinned and blew Rachel a kiss before heading back to the bar.

Rachel grinned at Mandy. “Are you having a good time?” she asked, and took a thirsty gulp of her drink.

“You bet.” Mandy’s eyes had a sparkle about them and her cheeks glowed with the kind of satisfaction one could only get from BDSM. “Luke has arranged for one of the Dungeon Monitors to take us down to the dungeon and show us some of the equipment. He’s going to give a demonstration using a single-tail whip and I’ve volunteered Dawn as the victim.” Her eyes glowed with excitement and Rachel was shocked until she saw the same excitement reflected in Dawn’s eyes.

“Rather you than me,” she said, with a little shudder. Floggers were one thing, but real whips were quite another. She didn’t think she would ever be tempted to try them.

“As you get used to the levels of pain you experience, we’ll need to push your limits to keep you on your toes, so never say never.”

Adam’s words sent a shiver of fear through her and she frowned to herself as she reluctantly acknowledged the warmth spreading through her body.

Mandy looked expectantly at Dawn and smiled seductively. “Are you ready?”

Dawn visibly paled and nodded nervously. Mandy took her hand and they stood up. “See you later.”

“Have fun!” called Rachel then giggled when Mandy stuck two fingers up at her.

“Rachel, I need to check in with the Dungeon Monitors. Will you be all right here for five minutes if I get Amelia to sit with you?”

Rachel shrugged. “Yes, of course. But I don’t need babysitting, Adam. I can look after myself.”

Adam glared at her and growled, “Wait here while I go get Amelia.”

Feeling very brave, Rachel playfully stuck out her tongue at him then retorted, “Yes, Sir.”

She was still smiling to herself and wondering what she was going to say to Amelia about their earlier encounter when someone approached the table. She looked up to find Dominique towering over her.

“Dominique,” said Rachel coldly. “What can I do for you?”

Dominique smiled meekly and sat down next to Rachel. “Actually, I was hoping we could have a word. In private.”

“Okay.”

Rachel waited for Dominique to say what was on her mind, but instead the Domme leaned toward her and said, “Not here. Let’s go upstairs where it’s a bit quieter.”

“I don’t see why we can’t talk here.” Rachel scowled at Dominique, her dislike growing by the second.

“I’d really rather we weren’t interrupted. It’s personal. I don’t want anyone else to hear what I’ve got to say.” Dominique smiled sweetly and looked at her with imploring eyes.

“I can’t go anywhere,” said Rachel, “Adam told me to wait here so you’ll just have to say what you want to say here.”

Dominique’s lips curled into a snarl. “Are you really so wet that you can’t make your own decisions? What gives Adam the right to tell you if you can or can’t move freely around the club?”

Rachel frowned as she remembered her defiance earlier when she’d wanted to go and meet Mandy and Dawn in reception. Dominique had a point. Why the hell shouldn’t she be free to go where she wanted?

“Okay, but you’ll only have two minutes to say what you’ve got to say and then I’m coming back.” She made sure her voice gave out the message that she’d better not be bullshitting.

Dominique smiled and said, “That’s all I need, thanks. Come on.”

Rachel stood up and followed Dominique. Where was this quiet place she was talking about? She certainly didn’t recall anything other than the main central area, which was buzzing with activity and noise, and the individual playrooms, which were always occupied.

She soon found out, as Dominique led her to an empty room similar to the one she and Adam had used a little earlier, with a reserved sign hanging by the entrance. A large St Andrew’s Cross took pride of place in the center of the room and Dominique walked straight up to it then turned around to face Rachel.

Rachel’s hackles rose. She didn’t trust this woman and all her natural instincts told her to run, but curiosity stopped her.

“Okay, Dominique. You have two minutes.” She straightened up, put her hands on her hips to make herself look more authoritative and waited.

Dominique leaned closer and brought her face up close to Rachel’s as if she was going to whisper something in her ear. Then, before she could comprehend what was happening, Dominique stepped to the side, grabbed her and threw her forwards against the cross.

“What the hell…” Rachel started to protest, but was stunned into silence when Dominique grabbed her head and pushed her face roughly onto the wood of the cross. Luckily she turned her head just in time so it was her cheek that hit the hard surface and not her nose—otherwise she was sure she would have broken it. As the pain of the blow took her focus momentarily away from Dominique, the woman grabbed Rachel’s right hand and quickly attached it to the top of the cross, followed immediately by the left hand.

Rachel tugged angrily and shouted. “Let me go, Dominique.”

But Dominique didn’t say a word as she expertly clipped Rachel’s ankle cuffs to the cross, spreading her legs and leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

“For fuck’s sake,
let me go!
” Rachel’s voice was raised to a near-scream as the first ripples of fear took over. Then she remembered that the Dungeon Monitors were constantly listening out for the club safe word, Red, and she opened her mouth to scream the word as loudly as she could.

But, at that very moment, something hard and very large filled her mouth. A strap was roughly pulled around her head and buckled tightly behind it. She screamed, but her voice was muffled by the ball gag, which was so big she could barely get her teeth around it. Her jaw hurt, her teeth hurt and she could only breathe through her nose, which was slowly becoming blocked as her tears started choking her.

Then Dominique’s hand wrapped her long hair roughly round her fist and pulled, jerking her head backwards and making it even harder to breathe.

“Do you know who I am, Rachel?” she growled in her ear. Rachel shook her head, tears streaming down her face as she gasped for breath.

“I’m Adam’s
wife
,” she spat, and pulled harder on Rachel’s hair. “And you’re getting in my way. He loves me and I know he wants me back. He’s mine, and I’m not going to let you spoil everything.”

Dominique let go of Rachel’s hair and walked over to a nearby table, leaving Rachel reeling from her words. Dominique was Adam’s wife? She heard her pick something up and a second later something whistled through the air followed by a loud crack.

“Do you know what this is, Rachel? It’s a whip, a proper whip, not one of those pathetic little floggers that you think is so exciting. This little beauty is capable of delivering unimaginable pain and can rip the flesh from your bones. I’m going to whip your arse till it’s so raw that every time you sit down for the next two weeks you’ll remember my warning.
Keep away from Adam!
”

As Dominique’s words swam around Rachel’s head, the reality of her situation hit her face on. She was restrained, helpless, at the mercy of a sadistic Domme who hated her with a vengeance and she was gagged so her cries for help would go unheard. Panic took over her body as she started shaking uncontrollably.

“This first one will be light, Rachel, just to give you an idea of how painful this is going to be and if you think that hurts then you’ll know it’ll only get worse, much worse.” Dominique laughed, a cold, hard sound, tinged with excitement. “I’ll say this once more, Rachel.
Keep away from Adam!
”

Rachel braced herself for the first lash and started hyperventilating as the panic completely engulfed her. When she heard the whistle of the whip followed immediately by a flash of agonizing fire across her back, she screamed into the ball gag as the pain took hold. It felt like Dominique had seared her with a red hot poker it hurt so much. Heaven help her, if this one was supposed to be light, there was no way she would survive the rest.

She couldn’t breathe, the pain, the panic and the ball gag were cutting off her air supply and she slowly started slipping into unconsciousness. Then she became aware of a voice shouting, “What the hell is going on?”

Adam, it was Adam. Thank God!

Someone screamed then the buckle behind her head was being undone. The horrendous ball was released from her mouth, finally allowing her to gasp for air.

“Breathe slowly, Rachel.”

His voice soothed her and she tried to force her breathing to slow down, but she didn’t seem to have any control and just kept panting, desperate to draw as much air into her lungs as possible.

She hadn’t been aware of the restraints being undone until she felt herself collapse into strong arms that held her close, soothing her body, which was still shaking uncontrollably. “Sssh, baby, you’re safe.”

Somehow the words reached deep into her subconscious mind, but it still took a while before she could translate the jumbled sounds into something coherent.
I’m safe
, she finally realized, as she slid slowly into blissful oblivion.

* * * *

“
Keep away from Adam
.” The words echoed in her head, one minute so loud it hurt her ears and the next fading into the distance until they came crashing back to taunt her. Dominique’s face flashed in front of her, her eyes blazing with hatred, her mouth twisted in a cruel smile.

“
Rip the flesh from your bones
.” The words were inside her head and she couldn’t block them out as they gripped her throat and tightened until she couldn’t breathe. She tried to scream, but something had taken away her voice and nothing came out. The black blanket of panic loomed ominously, threatening to overcome her once again.

Finally, she managed to let out a strangled cry, but she was suffocating—the sound was futile as it dissolved into the atmosphere.

“Rachel, wake up.”

Adam’s voice gradually penetrated the menacing fog surrounding her brain and she slowly started to come out of her nightmare. Finally, she opened her eyes, wet with tears, and gasped as she tried to steady her breathing.