To Love and Trust (Boundaries) (6 page)

He looked like he’d been completely absorbed in the call because he suddenly looked up and smiled at her as if he’d only just noticed her presence. Her heartbeat quickened in an instant and the delicious butterflies in her stomach fluttered back to life.

“Thank you,”
he mouthed, and winked at her. She smiled back and returned to her office.

That one smile was enough to wipe away the night’s doubts and tears and she knew there was no way she would end their relationship.
God, I already am his slave,
she thought, as she realized she was completely hooked and willing to do practically anything for him.

She had two options—she could walk away right then or she could continue their relationship, which meant allowing herself to love him, unconditionally, letting her protective steel walls fall away and learning to trust him not to hurt her. Could she do that? Well, she wasn’t about to walk away, so it didn’t look like she had much choice.

The morning passed without incident and at lunchtime Rachel decided to go shopping for Adam’s birthday present. He was out at a lunch meeting and she had a good hour or so before he’d be back.

As she strolled toward Covent Garden, she wondered what the hell she should get him. She smiled as she imagined getting him a really fancy flogger or riding crop. She’d love to see his face when he opened it. Shame there weren’t any sex shops around, not any that she was aware of anyway.

She stopped by an expensive-looking men’s designer clothes shop and looked in the window for inspiration, but nothing jumped out at her as an ideal present, so she walked on. When she passed an art shop a few minutes later, she stopped to admire one of the paintings in the window. That’s it, she thought excitedly, and pushed open the door to the shop. Ten minutes later, she emerged again, carrying a beautiful set of oil paints presented in an oak box with brass hinges and clasp.

She couldn’t wait to give it to him. He may get all sorts of expensive gifts from people who didn’t know him that well, but this was something deeply personal to him and she hoped he’d like it. A vision of Dominique kissing him flashed before her eyes, but she quickly pushed it away. Today was Adam’s birthday and she wasn’t going to spoil it by acting like a jealous fishwife.

When she got back to work, she found Adam had already returned. He called her into his office as soon as he heard her, so she quickly slid the package under her desk before going in to see him.

“Hi.” He smiled, showing his dimples, and her pulse quickened. “I haven’t had a chance to talk to you yet today.”

“Happy birthday, Sir,” she said, smiling back.

“Is the Sir meant for your boss or your Dom?” He raised his eyebrows at her and her face heated.
God, he’s sexy.

“Both, Sir.” She grinned, trying to look as seductive as possible by pouting her lips.

“Come here.” He didn’t need to say it again—she was by his side in a flash, her night of torment now completely forgotten.

She sat sideways down on his lap, her legs virtuously closed, turned to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’ve got a birthday present for you,” she whispered in his ear.

“Not here, you naughty girl.” He laughed then planted his mouth on hers and kissed her hard.

When he finally released her, she gasped for breath. “Ah, who said it was something naughty? You have a very dirty mind, Sir.”

“Yes I do, and don’t you forget it.” He gently tugged her hair and pulled her back to meet his lips.

Regrettably, Rachel knew he had to go out for another meeting shortly, so she pulled away and traced her finger along his chin, enjoying the feel of the slight stubble. “Your cab will be here in five minutes. I’ll give you your present when you get back.”

“Can you still come for drinks tonight?” he asked, as Rachel stood up again.

“You bet,” she said, feeling ridiculously happy that he still wanted her to spend his birthday with him and his friends.

“Good. We’re not meeting the others until seven o’clock, which gives us a little time alone.” His look told her exactly what he meant and she flushed at the promise.

“I’ll give you your present then,” she said, wondering if there’d be time to add a little something ‘extra’ before they left. “By the way, you owe me a punishment.”

Adam’s head rolled back as his laugh rang out in the quiet office. “Hey, subbie, you’re not supposed to ask to be punished. I might just have to punish you for that as well.”

“Promises, promises,” giggled Rachel, as she imagined herself draped over Adam’s knees with her arse in the air, ready to be spanked. The thought made her want him there and then and it took all her willpower not to throw herself at his feet and beg him to spank her right now.

“Tomorrow night at the club,” said Adam, his voice suddenly low and threatening. “I’ll deal with you then, but remember, Rachel, a punishment is not meant to be enjoyed and I think it’s about time you learnt what a real punishment is about.”

“Great, I’ll look forward to it.” She grinned, although she was slightly unnerved at the dark tone in his voice.

As Adam walked past her, he swatted her arse and said, “I think you’ll change your mind about that after tomorrow.”

He left the office, leaving Rachel gawping after him. She had assumed she would get another ‘funishment’, an erotic spanking like the one the other day, but it sounded like Adam had other ideas. An uneasy feeling started gnawing in the pit of her stomach as she remembered his warnings about punishments, and she suddenly wished she hadn’t been so flippant and provocative about the whole bloody thing.

She frowned. She was genuinely worried now, so why was her clit throbbing so hard it felt like she was about to explode?

Chapter Five

By five o’clock, Adam still hadn’t returned to the office and Rachel was getting impatient.
Where the hell is he?
She’d finished all her work, tidied her desk and had even done a bit of filing—her most hated part of the job—and now she just wanted Adam to come back so she could give him his present.

She hadn’t forgotten his promise of some time alone before going out, and the skin on her arse actually tingled in anticipation of a possible spanking. His dark threat of punishment didn’t seem quite as daunting now. He had probably just been winding her up to mess with her head. What was it he called it? Oh yes, a mind fuck, that was it.

Another half an hour passed, and by now she was pacing the floor in Adam’s office. Finally, to distract herself, she stopped and stared out of the window, remembering her awe at seeing the view for the first time.

Then she heard the ping of the lift and her heart jumped in excitement. Still facing the window, she waited until the soft footsteps stopped at the door then she turned slowly around with a smile playing on her lips. Her heart did a little flip when she saw him—tall and powerful, handsome and commanding.

He pushed the door closed with a gentle click, leaned back against it and folded his arms. He looked at her with an intensity that made her legs feel weak, his eyes now a darker shade of blue as his pupils dilated.

“Get on your knees.” His voice was deep, commanding, and Rachel dropped unquestioningly to her knees. Heat seared through her body as she struggled to remove her gaze from his gorgeous face and look down at the floor as she knew she was supposed to. She just about managed it.

Adam walked slowly up to her then ran his hand through her hair. “Good girl. Your compliance pleases me.”

Knowing she’d pleased him made her feel so incredibly happy. And horny. God, she wanted him now. Would he throw her across his desk and ravage her? Or maybe he’d drag her over his knee and give her the spanking she so desperately craved?

“You may get up,” he said, then returned to his desk, leaving her to scramble back to her feet as gracefully as she could.
Is that it? No way!
He’s just as turned on as I am
.

“Would you like your present, Sir?” she asked, thinking it would probably be best to give it to him before he ripped her clothes off.

Adam looked up at her in surprise. “You’ve really bought me something? I thought you were making rude suggestions before. Not that I was complaining,” he added, with a grin.

She nodded happily. “Wait there,” she said, and quickly ran out to her office to retrieve the gift, which she’d carefully wrapped while he had been out.

“Happy birthday,” she said softly and handed him the parcel.

She watched his eyebrows furrow slightly as he wondered what it could be, and the hint of anticipation in his eyes as he started peeling the wrapping paper away. As the wooden box was revealed, he drew in a sharp breath.

He ran his finger along the smooth oak and undid the brass catch, taking his time and looking like he was savoring the moment. She hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath until she needed a gulp of air. Would he like it? It wasn’t the kind of gift he was probably used to—flash designer brands that were out of her price range.

“Oh, Rachel. It’s beautiful.” His voice was thick with emotion and when she looked up into his eyes, she could have sworn she saw the tiniest hint of a tear as he stared at her in wonderment. “How did you know what a perfect gift this would be?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t. But when I saw it, I knew I had to buy it for you. It just seemed sort of right, if that makes sense.” He liked it, he really liked it. Happiness bubbled up inside her as she watched him looking through the colors and touching the sable brushes.

“Thank you,” he whispered, and gently closed the box again. “Come here.”

Finally!
She went to him, sat down on his lap and wrapped her arms around him. She nuzzled her face into the crook between his head and shoulder and sighed. He smelled so good—a lingering hint of the morning’s musky aftershave mixed with the clean cotton scent of his shirt. The only aroma missing to make up the complete scent of him was the delicious tang of leather, but that would be remedied tomorrow night.

He put his arms around her and pulled her closer. Suddenly, Rachel wished they weren’t going out later. She would have been more than content to just snuggle in his arms for the rest of the evening, enjoying the feel of his lips gently kissing the top of her head every now and again.

But eventually, he pulled away. “I need to freshen up before we go out,” he said, pushing her gently, so she slid off his lap. “I’m just going to take a quick shower and get changed. I won’t be long.”

Oh yeah, she’d forgotten about his private bathroom. “Want some company?” She grinned suggestively, feeling heat build up between her legs at the idea of showering with Adam.

He laughed and grabbed her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her hard. “Rachel Porter, you are incorrigible,” he groaned as he pulled away. His eyes turned dark, revealing the dangerous glint that told her he was back in Dom mode and her body buzzed with excitement.

He took her hand and led her into the small private bathroom suite. After he’d locked the door, he turned back to her and crossed his arms. “Strip!”

The heat simmering deep in her belly shot straight down to her clit and it was all she could do not to groan out loud as her insides slowly turned to mush.

“Yes, Sir,” she managed to say, feeling slightly giddy and breathless. She slid her high-heeled court shoes off and started unbuttoning her blouse, very slowly.

Adam growled in frustration, letting her know that she needed to speed up a bit, but she just looked him in the eyes, licked her lips and continued unbuttoning with the same slow speed that she knew was driving him wild.

Then she slid the soft cotton blouse off, exposing her black lacy bra. She turned her back to Adam and pulled her hair up into a makeshift ponytail. “Please, Sir, would you help with the clasp?”

She grinned when she heard a deep rumble coming from his throat, and felt his fingers tugging at the clasp of her bra in typical male cack-handedness. Finally, he managed to undo the offending clasp, turned her around to face him again and pulled the bra off, freeing her breasts from their confines.

Her nipples were rock-hard, she could feel their tightness as they pointed teasingly at Adam, desperate to be touched. But he just stepped back and waited for her to remove the final item of her clothing. She undid the zip of her skirt, now a little faster as her need for him to touch her increased, then let it fall down to her feet, exposing her bare pussy.

“Good girl. Now, undress me.”

Oh yes!

She glided seductively up to him and stood so close that her naked body was touching the fabric of his trousers and shirt. She smiled sweetly up at him when his cock, now hard and so very big, pressed against his trousers. She couldn’t resist the temptation to run her finger very softly against the huge bulge, causing him to let out a groan.
Payback time
, she thought wickedly, and left his pulsing cock to fend for itself a little longer.

Suddenly, she didn’t want to waste any more time undressing and couldn’t wait to get him naked. She grabbed at his tie, pulled it off and threw it on the floor then started unbuttoning his shirt so quickly that her trembling hands almost ripped the buttons off.

“Steady on,” laughed Adam. “You seem to be in a bit of a hurry.”

“Yes, Sir,” she hissed, and tugged at his shirt till it came off. She sighed in pleasure as his bare chest was revealed, the muscles as tight and toned as she remembered. She ran her hand through the soft dark sprinkling of hairs and let it hover over his heart, feeling its beat quicken under her touch.

Then she let her hand ‘accidentally’ brush against his bulge before reaching up to the zipper. She knelt then pulled the trousers down and gasped when his cock sprang out above her. He’d gone commando again and the unexpected surprise made her giggle.

She looked up at him and licked her lips suggestively. He just laughed, though, and stepped out of his trousers before heading toward the large shower cubicle. He turned on the water, waited for it to start steaming then stepped in and motioned for her to join him.

“Come here,” he ordered, “but stay on your knees.”