To Love and Obey (Boundaries) (15 page)

“Yes, Sir.” Without another word, she reached for his zipper and pulled it down. The bulge inside sprang out—long, thick and deliciously hard. She quickly undid the button and pulled his trousers down to his knees to free all of him up for her mouth. Then she took his dick in her hands and smiled again, licking her lips suggestively as she rubbed his throbbing cock.

She parted her lips and teased him, leaning forward, but not quite touching it. With a growl, Adam grabbed her head and pushed himself into her mouth. She wobbled slightly on her knees as she struggled to keep her balance, but she wasn’t sure if her instability was from the motion or from pure, unadulterated lust.

She took him deep into her throat, cupping his balls in her hands as she did so. Her head spun as he continued to plunge ruthlessly into her, forcing her to take him deeper with each thrust.

She licked, sucked and worshiped his cock, and her own arousal intensified until her clit throbbed so hard that she thought she might come without even touching it. This was one of the aspects of submission that she really loved. Being taken like this, used like an object and yet knowing that she had the power to give him exactly what he needed, in a way that would satisfy him in a spectacular way.

She moaned softly, from need rather than discomfort, and the subtle vibrations from her voice made him thicken slightly in her mouth. The knowledge that she had this effect on him heightened her own pleasure, and she sucked harder and took him deeper still.

Suddenly, he pulled out of her mouth and lifted her up to stand in front of him. Pushing her against the wall, he tugged roughly at her short, leather skirt, exposing her bare pussy to him. With a deep grunt, he pulled her legs up and thrust himself inside her, filling her so completely that it was almost painful. He drove his hips into her, pumping her harder and harder until she felt the telltale thickening inside her, and she heard herself begging him to let her come.

“Come now,” he growled, then groaned as he exploded inside her.

“Yes, yes, yes…” She came so hard she thought she might cramp around his cock and never let it go. Now that would be an interesting scenario at the hospital, she thought as the giant waves gradually became little ripples of pleasure.

Still inside her, Adam buried his face in the crook of her shoulder. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too. Thank you for… For using me like that. I loved it,” she said shyly. Somehow it felt strange admitting to liking something so primal and almost brutal. But she did like it and she knew it was one of the things that made her normal in the unconventional world of kink.

All too soon, Adam sent her back into the club so he could finish what he had been doing before their hot, sexy encounter. She finished her duties with a happy smile plastered on her face then quickly freshened up before the club opened its doors. The bar filled with members, all wanting to catch up with their news before they went up, or down, to play. Adam kept Rachel on a tight leash for most of the night and she didn’t get much of a chance to chat with Victoria. She hadn’t known her for very long, but she already felt concerned that her new friend had some sort of problem. Chrissie was right. If they could meet up, just the two of them outside the club, maybe Victoria would relax and confide in her.

At around midnight, Adam attached her cuffs to the hooks in the sofa by their table and promised he’d be right back. He was going to take her upstairs for a flogging scene soon and her arse was already tingling in anticipation.

“Hi, there.” Victoria smiled as she passed with a tray full of empty glasses.

Great, now was her chance. “Hi. Hey, Victoria.” She beckoned for her to come over to her table, and grinned as Victoria quickly glanced over at the bar before sitting down next to her.

“Why has he tied you to the sofa?” asked Victoria, frowning.

Rachel just shrugged. “Oh, he does that all the time. I’m getting used to it. Anyway, do you fancy a quick coffee one day in the week after I finish work?”

To her surprise, Victoria looked horrified. “I…er… I’m sorry. I can’t.” She jumped up and hurriedly picked the tray up again before disappearing back to the bar without another word.

What the hell was that all about?
Rachel stared in disbelief as Victoria fetched another round of drinks from the bar, and carried on serving as if nothing had happened. All she’d done was ask if she’d fancied meeting for a coffee. She couldn’t help feeling disappointed. She really liked Victoria and had thought they might become friends, but it seemed she wasn’t interested. She sighed and sadly decided that Victoria clearly wasn’t the person she’d thought she was.

Chapter Eleven

“Rachel?”

Rachel jumped when she heard Adam’s voice beside her. She’d been so pre-occupied thinking about Victoria’s strange reaction that she hadn’t noticed him sit down next to her.

“You okay?” he asked, pulling her closer to him.

She smiled and put Victoria to the back of her mind. “I’m great. Now will you please release me from this damned seat? I thought you were going to be more relaxed about letting me wander around freely now Karen has gone?”

Adam gave her a stern look, one that warned her not to be so sassy. “I’ll decide when I want you restrained. For your information, I tied you to the seat purely because I felt like it. Got a problem with that?” His eyes challenged her, warning her not to mess with him.

“No, Sir,” she muttered, and rolled her eyes. “Bloody Doms.”

Adam raised his eyebrows. “Pardon?”

Rachel, feeling stupidly brave, stuck her tongue out at him and giggled. “Nothing, Sir.” She didn’t know why she had these sudden urges to act the brat, but sometimes she just couldn’t help herself. She had learnt, though, when she could get away with it and when it would practically be suicidal. Although, of course, she knew she wouldn’t really get away with it, but that was where the fun lay.

Adam leaned over and unclipped her cuffs from the hooks in the seat. Without a further word, he snapped her leash back onto her collar and pulled her up to stand next to him.

“I’m going to take you upstairs now and show you what happens to brats who sass their Doms.” Although his voice held that sexy, dangerous edge she loved so much, there was also a hint of humor in his eyes—she really,
really
hoped she wouldn’t regret her actions.

He marched her to the stairs leading up to the playrooms then stopped and signaled to one of the submissives employed by the club. The girl immediately scurried over to him, head bowed respectfully, and listened intently as Adam said something to her that Rachel couldn’t hear. The submissive looked surprised for a moment, but quickly nodded and hurried off to do whatever it was that Adam had asked of her. What was he up to?

Adam tugged on her leash and continued toward the stairs. As he led her into the large, packed playroom, she checked out the flogging rooms—all full. Damn, she had been hoping for a flogging scene. Apart from bare-handed spanking, flogging had quickly become her favorite form of impact play. The trouble was, Adam knew that and so only flogged her as a reward for being a good, obedient little submissive. He also knew exactly what to do to punish her, so acting the brat wasn’t as rewarding as it might have been. Still, she couldn’t quite quell that little rebellious streak that had always got her into trouble in the past.

Now, as Adam walked her past the spanking benches and flogging rooms, Rachel knew she was going to pay for her cheek. He took her to the back of the long, wide room to where the more intense scenes were carried out. Her stomach fluttered in anticipation when they stopped just outside the room with the enormous bed, but then he turned her to face away from the room. Toward the stocks and pillories.

Her breath hitched as she took in the medieval torture devices. Surely he wouldn’t? Her fears were confirmed, though, when he took hold of nape and marched her to the scary wooden contraption. Without a word, he lifted the upper plank and forced her head down onto the middle hole in the lower plank. Before she could even utter her first words of protest, her hands had been placed in the two holes on either side of her head and the top plank lowered again.

The lock clicked as it snapped shut, trapping her like a criminal from the dark ages.

“Adam…” she began.

“Quiet! You don’t have permission to speak,” he snapped, stopping her mid speech.

“But…” She shut her mouth, aware from bitter experience that he would only make her punishment more severe if she didn’t obey him. She wriggled her fingers and tried to narrow one of her hands enough to slip it through the hole, but there was no escape. She was trapped, vulnerable and humiliated, and the realization sent a bolt of lust through her body that was so strong her legs trembled.

Adam chuckled as he knelt behind her. She couldn’t turn her head to see what he was up to, but she had a feeling she wouldn’t like whatever it was. Sure enough, the zip on her skin-tight micro dress was unzipped and removed, leaving her completely naked. She instinctively closed her legs in a vain attempt at modesty, but Adam had obviously anticipated that and pushed her legs open again.

Then, God help her, he fastened a spreader bar around her ankles, forcing her legs to remain open for all to see. Because the pillory was lower than her own height, she’d had to lean forward to fit into it, which, of course, meant that her bare butt was sticking out, begging for attention. She was well and truly exposed and helpless.

Rachel couldn’t decide which she felt more—aroused or mortified. Her heart out-hammered the pulsing throb in her pussy and, when Adam reached between her legs and roughly shoved his fingers into her pussy, she was soaked.

She watched as the submissive who Adam had spoken to downstairs returned with something in her hand. Rachel couldn’t quite make out what it was though. Maybe a bottle or something? The girl handed it to Adam, who gave her a curt nod and dismissed her.

Rachel was just getting to grips with being trapped in the pillory with her legs forced open, when Adam cleared his throat.

“Hey, everyone. Look what I’ve got here.” Adam’s voice rang clearly through the room during a brief pause in the music.

Bastard, bastard, bastard
!

Rachel squeezed her eyes shut as people, not in the middle of a scene, crowded around her and Adam. She could hear their snickers, their hungry, expectant grunts like vultures waiting for their kill. What was Adam going to do?

Then she suddenly felt something smooth and sticky run over her back. Christ, what the hell was he doing? She craned her neck to try to look up, but the damned bar kept her head in place. The thick, gooey liquid spread across her upper back, her shoulders, then the middle of her back and trickled forwards onto to her breasts. It pooled around her hard nipples before falling slowly onto the floor.

She swallowed nervously when the liquid moved lower, over her ass, between her crack and straight to her pussy. When the heat of her vagina mingled with the cool, sticky substance she couldn’t stop a groan escaping from her lips.

Then the liquid trickled down her legs, inside her thighs, behind her knees, finally dripping onto her feet. She could tell from the snorts of laughter from the crowd that Adam was thoroughly enjoying her humiliation, and her face heated as she tried to guess what he might do next.

“As you can see, my little subbie has gotten herself into a bit of a mess,” he said, laughing. The crowd snickered. Adam ran a finger from her neck, tracing the liquid up over her chin and round her mouth. Then he pushed the finger into her mouth and she finally tasted what it was she was covered in. Chocolate sauce.

“I’d like to invite anyone who enjoys a bit of chocolate to lick my sub clean. You may lick any part of her body which has chocolate on it.”

“Any part?” asked a female voice.

“Any. But, no hands.”

Rachel’s mind went straight to the sticky sauce that had run between her legs.
Fuck!

“You can go two at a time, for a maximum period of two minutes per person.” Adam’s words swam through Rachel’s mind and her eyes watered at the thought of two people licking her body at once. Two strangers—her stomach somersaulted.

Adam walked round to face Rachel and dangled a blindfold in front of her. “Just to keep you guessing,” he said, and covered her eyes with the soft material. When the blindfold was secure, she became aware of his breath on her ear and heard him whisper, “Enjoy!”

A sudden hush seemed to descend around them as someone moved closer to her. Then a warm, wet tongue licked the back of her right shoulder blade. At the same time, another tongue ran up over her left buttock, making her gasp. The tongue on her shoulder then moved slowly, very slowly, around to her front and found the fleshy part of her breasts. It teased her, licking her with little flicks until it reached her nipple.

“Ah!” She cried out as someone took her nipple in their mouth and sucked hard. It hurt but, somehow, she felt the hurt deep inside her pussy and, God, it was good. At the same time, the tongue on her buttock had moved to the inside of her thigh, teasing her, tickling her but never quite reaching the bit that needed it most.

“Time’s up.” Adam’s voice reminded her that it hadn’t been him licking her and her pulse quickened.

She heard the rustling of movement then more of the chocolate sauce was poured over her.

“Hey,” she cried, indignantly. “That’s not fair.”

Adam’s laugh sent shivers through her. “Who said anything about being fair? My sub. My game. My rules.”

The next tongue tickled her softly behind her knees. She shivered as the delicate skin reacted to the stimulation, and she shuddered when a new tongue stroked the soft skin around her belly button.

And so it continued. For what seemed like forever. Adam kept pouring more sauce over her body every time someone new took over and her body became so sensitive that every touch, lick, flick sent little electric shocks straight to her clit.

The fact that her body was available for anyone to have a go at was surprisingly erotic, and Rachel reluctantly admitted to herself that part of the pleasure was not knowing who was licking her body.