To Love and Obey (Boundaries) (17 page)

She nodded silently and lowered her head in submission. She was finally in that lovely headspace again and would gladly let Adam do anything he wanted to her. He placed a smooth, satin blindfold around her eyes and tied it at the back of her head. Normally, he used a fleece-lined leather blindfold and the difference in the way it felt, surprised her. He then bound her hands behind her back with soft, silk cord, knotting it so she was securely bound without it digging into her skin. He clearly knew what he was doing.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back,” he said softly, and touched her gently on the head.

She listened to his footsteps walking away from her, toward the bar. She felt the silence that seemed to hang over her whilst she waited alone. Maybe it seemed so much quieter because she couldn’t see anything? She was just starting to feel a bit spooked by the intense silence, when Adam’s footsteps came toward her again. The curtain pulled open then shut, and a slight breeze brushed against her as Adam sat back down in front of her. Accompanying the rustling of air was a delicious smell of food. She couldn’t quite pick out exactly what it was, but her mouth watered at the promise of a treat.

“Take a sip of this,” he said and held a glass to her lips. She did as he’d asked and was rewarded with tingling bubbles of fine champagne on her tongue.
Hmm…nice.
She took another sip and giggled when a drop escaped and ran down her chin. Adam’s finger gently wiped it away for her.

“Now, I do believe this is one of your favorite foods. Open.” Like a bird, she opened her mouth and awaited the offering.
Oh, wow, lobster.
Definitely a favorite. He fed her several pieces of the freshly steamed lobster and she savored every mouthful. Somehow, she was so much more aware of what she was eating than normal—whether it was the fact that she couldn’t see the food, or the fact that she was being hand-fed, she couldn’t be sure, but it certainly made it taste better.

In between the mouthfuls of lobster, she was given sips of the champagne to wash it down. Hmm, she could get used to this.

“Okay, now on to the main course,” said Adam, gently wiping the corners of her mouth for her. “I happen to know that you’re rather partial to steak and chips.”

If her hands had been free to punch the air, she would have done so. She
loved
steak and chips. Something touched her lips and she opened her mouth eagerly. Ooh, fillet steak, cooked medium rare, just how she liked it. Who had cooked this? There’s no way Adam would have had time to cook anything so quickly, so he must have hired a chef or something. And to think she’d been pissed off because he hadn’t taken her to a fancy restaurant. This was way better.

“Put this between your teeth and keep it there,” he said, as he popped another piece of the tender meat into her mouth.

She did, although it was damned hard not to wolf it down. Then his lips brushed against hers and he snatched the chunk of meat out of her mouth.

“Hey!” She giggled and reached forward in time to bite hold of the meat again and pull it from his lips.

He chuckled and gently nipped her lips. “Greedy.”

They didn’t talk much—they didn’t need to. The intimacy of their shared meal was enough without words getting in the way. In fact, words couldn’t express the beautiful closeness, absolute trust and undying devotion she felt at that moment.

Finally, when they’d finished the food, Adam leaned toward her and whispered in her ear, “You’ll get your dessert in a minute. I’m going to remove your blindfold and untie your hands now, okay?”

She nodded, still wondering what the dessert might be. As he pulled the satin from her eyes, she blinked slightly and looked around her. The candles were still flickering and the empty plates and champagne glasses were on a tray on the floor.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “That had to be the most sensual and enjoyable meal I’ve ever had.”

He smiled and pulled her up into his arms. She snuggled into him, savoring his musky scent and strong arms.

“I love you,” he whispered. “Don’t ever leave me, will you?”

“Not likely,” she replied, with a grin. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”

“Good.” He pulled her closer and held her tightly, as if afraid of letting her go.

“What was that you were saying about dessert?” asked Rachel eventually, and earned a little pinch on her nipple.

Adam grinned, and a hint of something dark flashed across his face. “Oh, yes. You’ll get your dessert downstairs. In the dungeon”

The dungeon? Oh, fuck. The last time she’d been down there, she’d called out her safe word.

He then picked her up and carried her across the dance floor and down the steps to the dungeon. It wasn’t quite as intimidating without the cries of pain wafting up as they descended the stairs. And the lights were brighter than they had been the last time she’d been there. Being carried in his arms helped too, of course.

Without a word, he strode over to a bench and carefully laid her down on her back. She knew instinctively that he would be expecting her to follow the dungeon protocol, so she remained silent as he strapped her securely to the bench. Silence didn’t come easy for Rachel, and it took every bit of her willpower not to demand that he tell her what he was going to do.

When she was completely immobile, he stood for a moment and just looked at her, his eyes telling her she didn’t need to worry. The love radiating from them warmed her insides and her heart contracted powerfully in response.

“Rachel,” said Adam, his voice gentle. “I want you to experience something new tonight. Have you ever played with wax?”

Wax? Shit! Wax was hot. She shook her head in alarm.

“Don’t worry,” he soothed. “Wax play can be painful, even harmful, if the player doesn’t know what they’re doing, but it can also be highly pleasurable and sensual if done properly. I’m going to use a special candle, with no color or perfume, and which has a lower melting point than a standard candle. I promise you won’t be burned or blistered. Do you trust me to go ahead?”

She noted that he didn’t ask her if she wanted this, but then that was the nature of their play and was one of the things that made it sexy. She liked not being given a choice, not having to think or make decisions. He’d asked if she trusted him to pour hot wax on her and the answer was an unequivocal, yes. She nodded.

“Answer me, Rachel. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, Sir. I trust you. Completely.”

“Remember where we are, Rachel.” His voice took on a slightly harder edge and she frowned as she wondered how she’d displeased him.

Oh, yeah.
“Sorry. I meant, yes, Master.”

He nodded, satisfied, and began gently rubbing something slippery and soothing onto her skin. “This is a natural oil which will make it easier to remove the wax afterwards.”

“Yes, Master.” She sighed as she relaxed into the sensuous massage and was disappointed when he stopped fairly quickly.

He chuckled softly as if sensing her disappointment, but didn’t resume the massage. “If you enjoy this, we’ll do it again when we have a little more time. I’d normally melt wax into a vat first, but that takes longer, which is why we’re using a candle tonight.” He took something out of his pocket and smiled. “I’m going to blindfold you so you can concentrate on the sensations. Don’t forget to use your safe word if it’s too much.”

“Yes, Master,” whispered Rachel, and shivered slightly.

“Are you shivering because you’re cold, nervous or excited?” His voice was gentle, telling her he wanted to make sure she was completely comfortable with this.

“Er…a bit nervous, Master.” Would she ever get used to calling him Master? Technically he wasn’t her master, even down here in the dungeon. But actually it did add a rather sexy dynamic to the play, as it left her with no doubt about his power over her.

“Okay. Say ‘yellow’ if you want me to slow down at any time. It won’t end the scene, but it will give you a little respite if it gets too much. If it helps you to know, it’s impossible to cause burns with these candles, they’re specially made for this. And before I start on you, I’ll test it on myself to be absolutely sure it’s not too hot.” As he spoke, he covered her eyes with the blindfold, throwing her into darkness.

His words soothed her and she relaxed until she heard a match strike. Somehow, hearing that brought the reality back to her. He was going to drip hot wax on her. Fuck!

She gripped the sides of the bench as she braced herself for the heat and was completely caught out by what happened next. Something burned and melted directly onto her right nipple. She screamed in shock, but then realized that it wasn’t wax at all. It was ice.

Then something strange landed on her stomach. It was warm, smooth and felt like it had been poured from a distance. It slowly trickled down her sides, tickling her as it solidified and cooled on her skin.

“How was that?” asked Adam.

“Hmm… Nice.” She was relaxing now, the fear gone.

He continued to drip the wax across her belly, and slowly her skin became tighter. Only it wasn’t her skin, it was wax. The beautiful, warm wax, gently soothing her as it settled onto her body.

She was enjoying it now, and actually looked forward to the next warm kiss of the wax. But, suddenly, instead of warmth, something burned her belly button and she gasped as Adam ran an ice cube over her warm skin. She’d never realized ice was so bloody cold.

She tried to wriggle against the chill until, thankfully, Adam removed the ice. Then it touched her on her lips, melting cool water which ran down her neck. When he finally removed what little was left of the ice cube, her lips were numb with cold. Then, fire kissed them as Adam’s hot lips brushed against her own chilled ones.

He continued alternating the hot wax with the ice until, finally, all the ice had melted. At least, that’s what she assumed because he concentrated solely on the wax then, which seemed to get closer to her body every time and thereby warmer and more sensuous. She drifted deeper and deeper into the warmth, allowing it to soothe her further. She felt as if she were floating in a tub full of exquisitely warm water—safe, happy.

“Rachel? Wake up, sweet thing.”

The words slowly registered in her mind and she opened her eyes to find that the blindfold had been removed. She gazed up into Adam’s fuzzy face and tried to work out where the warm bath tub had gone.

Adam leaned down and kissed her lips. “You obviously enjoyed that,” he said, with a smile in his voice. “You fell asleep.”

She stared at him in dismay. “Oh, Adam. I’m so sorry,” she cried, feeling absolutely rotten for falling asleep in the middle of such an intense scene.

“Don’t be sorry,” said Adam, and gently peeled a layer of wax off her thigh. “I’m glad. It means you enjoyed it.”

Something wasn’t right, though. When she’d seen the Dom pour wax onto that submissive that first time Adam had brought her down here, she’d clearly been in pain. Enjoyable pain, but pain nonetheless. This hadn’t hurt at all.

“It wasn’t what I was expecting,” she said, with a slight frown. “I thought it was meant to hurt. You know, when we came down here for the first time, that girl was…”

Adam laughed. “First, it’s not necessarily meant to hurt. For you, it was meant to be a relaxing and sensual experience. And secondly, Emma is a masochist, so her Dom would have used a wax that had a higher melting point.”

Adam continued removing the wax off her body, much to her disappointment. She’d rather enjoyed being wrapped in that warm layer of artificial skin. Now though, as it was slowly stripped away, cool air replaced the warmth, leaving a covering of goosebumps in its wake.

Adam then released her from the restraints and helped her sit up slowly. She felt giddy and slightly disorientated and wanted to lie down again, until Adam wrapped her in a warm blanket and lifted her into his arms. He carried her across the room to a sofa, sat down and just held her.

Party or no party, she would have been happy to have remained there for the whole evening, but eventually Adam broke the spell. “You’d better have a quick shower and get ready. The party starts in half an hour.”

“Half an hour? Bloody hell, I thought you were going to fuck me,” she wailed in disappointment.

Adam grinned and stroked her hair away from her face. “Later tonight, I’m going to flog that beautiful body till it’s glowing, and then I’m going to take you so hard that I won’t be expecting you to be able to walk for a while afterwards. Got that?” His words seemed to reach deep into her body, leaving a pulsing need in her pussy that was almost painful.

“Hmm… Yes, Master,” she mumbled. “Any chance of you joining me in the shower?”

“Not a chance, you little hussy.” He planted a quick kiss on her lips and pushed her gently off his lap.

Laughing, she stuck her tongue out at him and quickly ran off before his hand landed on her arse in retaliation.

* * * *

From then on, the evening had seemed to speed up. By ten o’clock the club was buzzing with music, laughter and screams. Rachel grinned to herself as she surveyed the dance floor. Only a BDSM club could successfully combine friendly laughter with anguished cries of pain.

She and Adam greeted and thanked the well-wishers, some of whom brought gifts, while others tried to find out if Adam intended for his new wife to become his slave. He just laughed and told them that a collar would be involved, but that was as much as he was prepared to say.

As Rachel scanned the room, she made eye-contact with Luke, who grinned at her and blew her a friendly kiss. She smiled warmly back at him, glad he was there. Unfortunately, Dawn had needed to be in New York two weeks ago for her new job, so she and Mandy had been unable to make it. Rachel had had a long and, at times, tearful chat with her old friend on Skype before she’d left for Boundaries earlier, but still, she wished her friend could have been there.

She hadn’t invited any of her old vanilla friends, because she didn’t think they’d have felt comfortable at the club, although she would definitely invite them to the wedding. At least Amelia was there though. And Chrissie. Victoria was there as well, but she was working. They never had gone for that coffee. Victoria had avoided her after their chat and the poor girl had become more reserved. The feeling that Victoria hadn’t told her everything had gotten stronger, but she was no closer to finding out what it might be.