Adam sighed and ran the back of his hand gently over her damp cheek. “I can’t guarantee what happens in the future, but I do promise that I’ll never hurt you.” He chuckled as a thought struck him. “Let me rephrase that. I promise that when I do hurt you, you’ll be begging for more.”
She couldn’t help the giggle that escaped from deep inside her. It gave her a much needed escape from her past and she raised an eyebrow suggestively at him. This amazing man had helped her discover a part of her sexuality that had been lying dormant for all these years. And yet, that sexuality was dependent on trust, which was the one thing she found so hard.
They remained snuggled up on the sofa for over an hour after that, and with every passing minute, Rachel felt lighter and more optimistic. It was as if a massive weight had been lifted from her shoulders—the angst was almost gone. Almost, but not quite.
Eventually, Adam stood up and held his hand out to her. “Come with me,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I think it’s time for a distraction.”
Her body immediately jumped to attention and flushed with anticipation. She rose eagerly from her seat and took hold of his hand.
God, I’m such a tart
, she thought, as he led her up the stairs. Here I am, baring my soul, and the minute he even hints at sex, I’m like a tramp in heat. She was surprised, though, when they passed his bedroom and continued up the second flight of stairs to his studio in the attic. She was even more surprised when he led her to the center of the room and told her, in his strict Dom voice, to strip then kneel and present herself to him.
Was he going to fuck her up here? She looked around the room. There was no bed, no hooks in the ceiling and no toy box in obvious view. With shaking hands, she slipped out of her clothes and fell as gracefully as she could to her knees. He was standing in front of her, towering over her, ready to conquer her body, which she knew she would willingly surrender.
Heat pulsed through her veins, a delicious mix of arousal and anticipation. What was he going to do to her? Her nipples hardened in the warm room and the heat between her legs increased, leaving her in no doubt that she was already wet for him.
Adam stroked the top of her head. “Good girl. Now remain there, completely still. If you move, you’ll be punished.”
To her shame, she felt moisture trickle down the inside of her thigh at his words, but she didn’t dare reach down to wipe it in case he saw her move. With her eyes downcast, she focused her mind on the furious hammering in her chest. But after a minute or so of keeping her head lowered, she couldn’t resist a peep, and risked a quick glance. She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting to see, but was still surprised to find him sitting in a chair a short distance from her. He was studying her intensely with a sketch pad and piece of charcoal in his hand. Oh, he was going to draw her. She couldn’t help the little disappointed moan that escaped from her lips when she realized he wasn’t about to fuck her.
“Rachel, when I say remain still, I also mean remain silent. Another sound from you and I’ll put you over my knee and give you a good spanking.”
His eyes sparkled with humor when she trembled at his words.
Bastard.
He knew she wouldn’t be able to remain that still when she was turned on.
The sound of the charcoal scraping lightly across the paper was strangely soothing, though, and it wasn’t long before Rachel relaxed into her position and let her mind empty of all its demons. Adam was focused entirely on her and that felt so good. She raised her eyes again and her breath hitched when she saw the look of awed concentration on his face.
He raised his eyes to study her some more and she felt her nipples harden under the weight of his gaze, which continued to travel lazily over her entire body. The minutes stretched ahead and yet the moment seemed frozen in time, the silence broken only by the sound of the charcoal, which added to the intense atmosphere in the room.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Adam put the charcoal down and sat back with a satisfied smile on his face. Rachel shifted slightly as she waited for him to tell her she could move. Her legs were going numb and she needed to stretch them out.
“Did I say you could move?” Adam’s stern voice cut through the silence, making her jump.
“Er, no, Sir. Sorry,” she mumbled, quickly resuming her earlier position. A nerve started pulsing in her throat, making it feel tight and hard to breathe. She knew his next words, whatever they were, would send her close to the edge and she braced herself for the shot of electricity that would undoubtedly spark from her belly as a result.
“I warned you. Come here and get across my knee.”
Yep, sure enough, the shudder that jolted through her body turned her bones to mush. Shaking, she started to get up until his voice cut through the film of lust wrapping itself around her.
“Crawl on your hands and knees.” His voice was gruff, almost guttural, but the glint in his eyes told her that this was going to be fun. Rachel obediently moved onto her hands and knees then started crawling toward him, her eyes never leaving his. When she reached him, she waited silently by his feet until he indicated that she could rise and lay her body across his hard thighs.
“Such a naughty girl,” he said softly, as he rubbed her bottom.
She sighed contentedly, yesterday’s nightmare firmly pushed to the back of her mind.
“How’s your back?” he asked, carefully avoiding touching her anywhere near the deep welt Dominique’s whip had left behind.
“Fine,” she whispered, and waited impatiently for him to continue.
The first slap was quite light, almost too light, and she arched her back slightly to help her arse get closer to his hand. He chuckled before a harder smack landed on her cheek and she sighed happily as she gave in to the intensely erotic sensation of pain mixed with pleasure.
When the smacks got harder and the sting became more intense, the first stirrings of an orgasm began to take hold and, remembering Friday’s punishment, she quickly tried to pull herself out of the moment.
“Good girl.” Adam’s voice caressed her ears.
He had noticed her attempted restraint and the fact that he was pleased made her feel so giddy with submissiveness that she nearly came right then. He rewarded her with a finger gently probing her overheating sex while he rubbed his thumb over her swollen clit. Oh, fuck, how was she going to remain in control now? Without any warning, the tingling in her nerve endings started to build and she knew she was moments away from coming.
“Please, Sir,” she gasped, “may I come?”
Please, please, please,
she begged silently, trying desperately to hold back the growing waves. Then she heard his words, “Yes, sweet thing, come for me.”
Her body bucked as she was allowed her release. The hot sting from her arse seemed to add momentum to her ecstasy and she felt almost weightless as she was carried away in the flow of lava exploding from her body.
“Get up!” His words only just reached her fuzzy consciousness.
She opened her eyes and scrambled awkwardly off his lap. Adam stood up and indicated that he wanted her to sit on the chair. She did so straight away, thankful to take the weight of her shaking legs.
“Sit back and bring your pelvis forward. I want full access to your pussy.”
Shit, what was he going to do to her now? She was still feeling the occasional aftershock from her orgasm and knew it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge again—with or without permission.
She sat back and thrust her mound toward him, feeling the cool air stroke the heat of her wet pussy.
“Close your eyes.”
She didn’t need telling twice and immediately obeyed.
She heard him move and felt the heat of his body between her legs. He was leaning in front of her. Oh, fuck, he was going to… “Aargh.” She couldn’t help her cry as his tongue flicked over her clit, and it took every bit of willpower she possessed to stop herself from coming. Think of the dentist, she willed herself, as he took her erect nub between his lips and sucked hard.
Her clit was so sensitive she almost cried with shock when his teeth gently grazed against the tender flesh, then his tongue was inside her, hard and wet, tasting her, teasing her.
“Oh, God,” she cried, as tears spilled from her eyes.
“No, you can call me Adam,” he growled, as he momentarily pulled his mouth away from her. “Come when you want, baby.”
Before she had even processed the words, his tongue was back inside her, licking up her juices. Then a finger replaced his tongue, thrusting deep inside her and his lips returned to her clit again, sucking hard until the very walls of the room seemed to be closing in on her, and more specifically, his finger. She clamped down on him and screamed when he gently pulled her clit between his teeth again.
The orgasm was so strong she couldn’t actually tell where it started and where it ended, it was like a continuous roll of sensation that shook her body so hard she would have fallen off the chair if Adam hadn’t been holding onto her.
Then as the aftershocks slowed, he maneuvered her off the chair and onto the floor.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded, pushing her gently into position. The shudders were still pulsing through her when he grabbed her hair before thrusting his cock inside her.
“Christ,” he groaned, “you’re so wet and ready for me.” He slammed into her again, harder and deeper, and her knees nearly gave way.
“Yes, Sir. Fuck me, please. Harder,” she cried.
He thrust deeper still, with a force that was almost violent. The combination of having her head held in place by his tight grip on her hair, his other hand holding her in place and his hard, solid cock pummeling deep inside her pussy was too much. Then his body stiffened, and, with an almost primal growl, he ordered her to come as he filled her with his hot cum.
They rode their orgasms together and continued rocking in unison as their bodies slowly recovered. He remained inside her, still hard. His hand had released its grip on her hair and now he was kissing her back and neck, over and over until finally, he gently pulled out of her.
“You okay?” he whispered, sitting back against the wall and pulling her close to him. Her back rested against his chest and she could feel his heart still hammering hard. She leaned her head back until it rested on his shoulder, and sighed.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered back, turning her head so her lips touched his cheek. She couldn’t move, didn’t want to, she was just content to sit on the floor, in his arms, safe and sated. She wasn’t even bothered by the subtle sting of the welt on her back as she leaned against him. She came very close at that moment to uttering the words she was so terrified of, but something stopped her. She did love him, of that there was no doubt, so why couldn’t she say the words out loud?
Finally, Adam shifted slightly and released his grip around Rachel’s body. “Would you like to see the picture I drew of you?”
Oh, yes. The picture.
“Yes please.”
He reached over, pulling the sketch pad off a nearby table. As he handed it to her, her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the picture he’d drawn of her. It was beautiful—he had captured her submissive state perfectly. Her body looked sensuous, her nipples hard. He had even captured the slight sheen that she had felt between her legs, but it was something else that caught her attention. Around her neck, he had drawn a collar, a silver choker-style collar with what looked like little diamonds set in it. It was beautiful. It made her look owned, loved, and there was no doubt it suited her, but, no matter how nice it looked in the drawing, she knew she didn’t want to hear his next words.
“This is the collar I’m going to have made for you, Rachel. I want you to wear my collar permanently and I won’t take no for an answer.”
As Rachel stared again at the picture, the mix of emotions charging through her was so strong that she found it hard to breathe. Adam loved her, she knew that, and she could just about get her head around it. But what about her? She knew that her feelings for Adam were way beyond her control. She loved him, she loved him so much that the thought of losing him made her throat contract with fear so strong that it hurt.
By falling in love with Adam Stone, she had allowed herself to become vulnerable again. And to make matters worse, she’d fallen in love with someone who demanded so much more from her than anyone else ever would. But could she give him what he wanted? She couldn’t even say the words ‘I love you’ out loud, for God’s sake.
He’d just told her that she was going to wear his collar permanently. In fact, it looked like he’d already designed the bloody thing. But her feelings about the whole TPE issue hadn’t changed—the bottom line was she didn’t want to be anybody’s slave, not even Adam’s.
So where did that leave their relationship? Tears filled her eyes as she realized there was only one way it could go. If she didn’t agree to the TPE, Adam would leave her. But if she lost Adam, she knew she’d never recover. She loved him too much to ever get over losing him.
Her eyes were drawn once again to the collar Adam had drawn and she swallowed nervously as she was engulfed by a sense of doom. Either she gave in and became his slave, or she’d lose him. How could she ever make a decision like that?
Also available from Totally Bound Publishing:
Boundaries: To Love and Submit
Katy Swann
Excerpt
Chapter One
Rachel moaned indulgently as the man slid easily into her deliciously wet pussy. He was big, so very big, and as he filled her with his long, thick shaft, she wondered briefly if she could take the full length of him as he pushed himself farther into her. Just when she thought she would burst, though, he pulled slowly out and a slight hint of a smile appeared in his eyes as they commanded her to surrender to him completely. Desperate to feel him inside her again, she tried to pull him back, begging him with her eyes to take her. Just as she raised her hips urgently toward him, he plunged deeply back into her, filling her completely and making her cry out with pleasure.