To Love and Trust (Boundaries) (4 page)

“Yes,” she replied, without thinking. She’d make herself free for him, even if she did have something planned.

“It’s my birthday and I’m meeting a couple of friends for some drinks after work. Just casual, but I’d like it if you would join us.”

“I’d love to, thanks.” A warm glow filled her as the meaning of his words floated around her head. Not only did he want to introduce her to his friends, but he wanted to spend his birthday with her. The smile that stretched her lips was reflected in her belly, and she embraced the delicate feeling as something that felt strangely like happiness.

* * * *

It was nearly two o’clock in the morning by the time Rob dropped her back at her flat. She hoped Mandy was still up, she hadn’t seen much of her over the last couple of days. There was so much she wanted to tell her friend—a late night girlie chat would be great. All was quiet in the flat as she stepped into the small hallway, though, and she realized, with disappointment, that Mandy must have gone to bed already. Should she wake her?

She decided not to disturb her and tiptoed into the kitchen to make herself a mug of hot chocolate instead. Images of the evening flashed through her head as she spooned the chocolate powder into a mug—the delicious dinner, the studio, the crop. She smiled as she remembered her feelings of humiliation at having to crawl across the floor naked with that crop between her teeth, and wondered how the hell that had turned into complete surrender that, in turn, had fueled her arousal.

She caught sight of her vibrator lying on a chair near the door. Although she wouldn’t normally keep such a personal thing in the kitchen she’d left it there as a reminder to change the batteries. She grinned as she realized she hopefully wouldn’t need it anymore.

When she’d first started having those erotic dreams, she’d had no idea what they would lead to. She had just assumed she wanted someone to give her a light spanking, but she knew now that it went so much deeper than that. As much as she wasn’t sure how comfortable she was about it, she couldn’t deny that she was definitely a submissive. The most erotic moments she had experienced so far with Adam weren’t just the sex, but the feeling of being completely under his control, helpless and eager to please him. The spankings were just an added bonus.

She finished her hot chocolate and finally conceded that she really did need to get some sleep if she didn’t want to piss Adam off in the morning. Just as she switched the kitchen light off and stepped into the hall, though, she heard someone outside the door to their flat. Someone was trying to break in!

Her heartbeat shot up to high alert and she tried desperately to steady her breathing as she tiptoed back into the dark kitchen to find something she could use as a weapon. Then she heard a key in the door—
shit
, the burglar had a key.

She grabbed the first thing she could find in the dark and raised it above her head, ready to pounce on the intruder if he managed to break in. Her heart was hammering so loudly she barely heard the click of the latch as it closed, but she did hear the footsteps on the laminate floor. She took a deep breath and sprang into action.

She jumped out into the hallway with her weapon raised ready for attack. “Stop!” she shouted, her voice shrill with fear and adrenaline. “My flatmate has already called the police.”

The intruder screamed and Rachel faltered. The burglar was a woman? She flicked the light on and came face to face with Mandy, looking just as bewildered and shocked as her.

A split second later, Mandy burst into fits of laughter and pointed at Rachel’s arm that was still raised.

“Now, that’s what I call a deadly weapon,” she giggled.

Rachel stared at the vibrator in her hand. The fear, which had first turned to relief, now turned to humor and she burst out laughing as she waved the Rabbit in the air in mock defense.

“Sorry,” she managed to say through her laughter, “I thought you were a burglar.”

“Well, the sight of a hysterical woman brandishing a well-used vibrator is a sure way to send anyone fleeing in terror.” Mandy kicked her shoes off and raised her eyebrows at Rachel. “And what are you doing still up, young lady? I’ll have you know it’s nearly three o’clock in the morning.”

“I might say the same about you, actually. Where have you been?” It had never occurred to her that Mandy wouldn’t be home. She never went out in the middle of the week, and Rachel knew she wasn’t on night shifts at the hospital this week.

Mandy’s cheeks flushed. “Got time for a quick drink?”

“You bet,” said Rachel and went back into the kitchen to make some more hot chocolate.

A few minutes later, they were sitting together on the sofa, cuddling their warm mugs, their legs tucked under them.

“Spill!” ordered Rachel. “Where have you been and with whom?”

“God, you’re worse than my parents.” Mandy took a sip of her drink and looked like she was trying to summon the courage to tell her something important. “I had a date.”

“That’s fantastic. Anyone I know?” Rachel was thrilled—she had hoped Mandy would meet someone soon, especially now that she might not be around as much.

Mandy looked slightly uncomfortable and took a deep breath. “It’s a bit complicated,” she said, slowly. “Remember when I set up that account for you on the BDSM website?”

Rachel nodded. She also recalled telling Mandy that she would make a great Domme.

“Well, after you’d gone to bed, I opened an account for myself.” Mandy waited for Rachel’s gasp before continuing. “I’d had a BDSM experience before with an old boyfriend who was a Dom, but I hadn’t particularly enjoyed it. I now know it was because I was the bottom then when I really wanted to be the Top.”

“I
knew
it,” said Rachel, grinning.

Mandy nodded. “It was when you kept making comments about me making a good Domme that it occurred to me that maybe you were right, so I decided to join the site for the same reasons as you did.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wasn’t as sure about it as you were. I suppose I just wanted to figure it out on my own first. Anyway, I met someone on the site and tonight was our first ‘date’.”

At that moment, Rachel felt the first stirrings of tiredness and stifled a yawn as she waited for Mandy to continue, but Mandy saw it and took her empty mug from her. “Come on, I’m keeping you up and you’ve got to work for the BBD tomorrow.”

Rachel frowned. “BBD?”

“Big Bad Dom. Are you around tomorrow evening?”

“Yes, tomorrow I am, but I’m out on Thursday. And Friday. Oh, and probably most of the weekend as well.” Rachel felt her stomach churn with excitement as she thought about spending the weekend at Adam’s house.

“Ooh, you dirty stop-out,” laughed Mandy and stood up. “Fancy popping to the pub after work tomorrow then? We can have a proper catch-up.”

“That’ll be good.” Rachel yawned again.

“Okay, hun, you’d better get to bed.” Mandy playfully swatted Rachel’s behind to get her to move.

Rachel grinned. “I
knew
you were a Domme. Night night.”

* * * *

The following day started well. Adam was already at his desk when Rachel got to work and he called her in as soon as she stepped into her office.

“Good morning, Sir.” She smiled and peeped her head around the door.

“Come here,” he growled, making her stomach lurch and sending little sparks of excitement through her veins.

“Yes, Sir.” She walked over to his desk, swaying her hips a little more than usual. When she reached it, she leaned over toward him, aware that her low-cut blouse would reveal her generous cleavage, and smiled sweetly. “What can I do for you, Sir?” she murmured, feeling her nipples harden under his close scrutiny.

“Get round here,
now
.” He spoke in that sexy Dom voice, the one that reduced her bones to a quivering mass of rubble.

She wasted no time and quickly made her way round to his side of the desk. Without him telling her to, she knelt by his feet and waited for him to tell her what to do. Her eyes were level with his crotch and her breath caught in her throat when she saw the bulge in his trousers. He was just as aroused as she was.

“Good girl. Get up,” he said softly and offered his hand. He gently lowered her onto his lap where she curled her arms around his neck. “I hardly slept all night,” he whispered then kissed her lightly on the lips. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Me neither. I might as well have stayed over then, we could have stayed awake together.” She was sitting on his erection, she could feel it on her arse, and her stomach fluttered as she imagined releasing it and taking him in her mouth like she had last night.

He grinned. “Not here, you naughty girl.”

How did he know what she’d been thinking? He traced the outline of her lips with his finger, then lowered his touch, drawing an imaginary line down to her neck. “Hmm, I wonder what color collar would look best around this sexy neck.”

“Collar?” Surely he wouldn’t make her wear a collar outside the club, would he?

He studied her neck, making her feel as if she were being sized up by a vampire, and she flushed as she imagined what he must be thinking. “Yes, a silver choker with my initials engraved on the lock.” His eyes had a look in them that she couldn’t quite work out. Determination? Possession?

He continued tracing his finger downward, from her neck, over her chest until he reached a hardened nipple under the soft silk of her blouse. He circled it, teasing her, then unexpectedly, he pinched it.

“Ow!” The sudden bolt of pain shot straight to her clit, which jumped to attention immediately. Her heartbeat quickened, and Adam, whose hand was on her left breast, obviously felt it because he pinched it again, this time a little harder. She groaned and shifted slightly on his knee so she could rub her throbbing clit against his leg.

“Sit still,” he ordered and moved his hand to the buttons of her blouse. Slowly, he unbuttoned them and reached inside, pushing his way under the thin lace of her bra. The feel of his rough finger on her sensitive flesh was enough to make her whimper, and when he pulled the material to the side and exposed her nipple to the cool air, she nearly came there and then. He lowered his head and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking and gently nibbling until it grew so hard it actually ached.

“Adam, Sir,” she whispered, “I need you,
now
.”

“Sssh, don’t talk.” He moved his hand down to her thigh then crept it slowly up again under her skirt until he reached her bare, wet pussy. “Good girl, no knickers.”

She felt a rush of pleasure knowing she had pleased him, and sighed as he traced her slit with a finger and probed her wet folds. The combination of his tongue and teeth torturing her nipples and his finger rubbing and pinching her clit was too much and when he slipped his finger inside her pussy she let out an anguished cry as she clenched around it in waves of glorious release.

He persisted with his torture, pulling her nipple with his teeth and rubbing her clit even harder until she spasmed again, harder and more intense than the first time. Her blood was charging through her veins with sizzling energy that cumulated in her pussy, and she groaned as aftershocks rocked her limp body.

When she finally came back down to earth, she looked into his sparkling eyes and whispered, “Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re very welcome,” he breathed quietly in her ear, “but you’ll pay for that.”

She pulled back in surprise. “What?”

He smiled, his eyes flashing with mischief. “You came without permission. A punishable offense. I shall look forward to giving you your punishment later.”

“As will I,” she giggled then kissed him again.

“Right, back to work. Are you aware of next week’s board meeting?”

She stared at him in amazement. How could he be giving her multiple orgasms and promising delicious punishments one minute then flip over to work mode the next? And he hadn’t even come yet. She’d been about to reach down to release his cock, but now she didn’t know what to do.

“Later,” he said, yet again reading her thoughts. “I fully intend to take my pleasure when I punish you, but now, answer me. Are you aware of the board meeting next week?”

“Yes, Sir,” she sighed then slipped off his lap. “It’s clearly marked in the diary.” She couldn’t help a note of bewilderment creeping into her voice. How could he be thinking of work when he had a massive fucking erection?

“Good. You’ll need to arrange flights and hotels for the board members who aren’t based in London and we’ll need the caterers in for lunch. Order the sandwich platters.” Any sexy Dom undertones were well and truly gone now and Adam Stone the cold businessman had taken over again.

“No problem.” She made her way back to her desk, very aware of the gentle throbbing remaining in her damp and sensitive pussy.
God, how can he concentrate with that boner?
She so wanted to take care of it for him, preferably with her mouth, and she wondered how the hell she was meant to focus on work knowing he was in there with a massive hard-on.

She did manage, though, and shortly afterwards, she had provisionally booked the flights and hotels and had ordered the lunch on the caterer’s website. She saved the details, not wanting to confirm the order until she had checked how many vegetarians were attending, and made a start on the main report for the meeting.

She lost herself in the work and didn’t think of Adam anymore until a sexy, husky female voice interrupted her concentration.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Adam’s little plaything!”

Rachel looked up to see Dominique from the club towering over her desk, looking just as intimidating in her expensive business suit as she did in her latex catsuit.

“Hello, Dominique.” She smiled coolly.

Dominique ignored the greeting and skimmed her cold eyes over Rachel’s upper body. “Tell him I’m here,” she ordered.

“What do you want?” Adam’s voice made them both jump. Dominique immediately turned her back on Rachel and slunk up to him, gliding effortlessly in her high stilettos.

“Adam, darling,” she purred then kissed him on the lips.