Should Rachel stand her ground and tell Adam that she won’t be his slave? If she does, she’ll lose him and if she doesn’t, she’ll lose her freedom.
Despite Rachel Porter’s resolve never to love anyone again, she has fallen head over heels in love with her boss, Adam Stone. On the surface, he seems like the perfect Dom—strict but caring. His firm discipline satisfies Rachel’s need to submit and his kinky demands leave her begging for more. Adam shows her the beauty of submission and teaches her to embrace it—which she does, willingly and happily.
Having her boss as her Dom certainly makes work more interesting, and the fact that he owns an exclusive BDSM club, Boundaries, is an added bonus. Rachel is starting to make friends at Boundaries, and she has never been happier, or felt more content.
But she should have known that things are never that straightforward. She’s learnt from bitter experience that love has a way of destroying you, and her struggle to let go of the past and learn to trust again seems like it might threaten her relationship with Adam.
And as Rachel fights to overcome her fears, she learns that not everyone is what they appear to be.
Reader Advisory: This book is best read in sequence as part of this serial.
General Release Date: 24th January 2014
Rachel Porter took one final look in the mirror and smiled. She was going to dinner with Adam Stone tonight, and she hoped that dinner wasn’t going to be the only thing on the menu.
The night before, she’d been on the verge of ringing him and telling him she didn’t want to see him anymore. His revelation that his ex-wife had been his slave had stunned her, and when he’d then hinted that he might expect the same from her, she had panicked. But this morning, she had thought about it rationally and decided that she must have heard wrong. She had quickly buried her misgivings and had focused all her energy on tonight.
She returned her gaze to the mirror. For once she was happy with the image staring back at her. Her eyes had a sparkle in them that hadn’t been there before—they seemed greener somehow, more like emeralds instead of the usual dull moss-green. Her lips were fuller. In fact, when she really looked, she could almost see a rosy pout where before, her lips had been tense and drawn together. And her hair, looked different too, somehow shinier and sleeker as it hung gracefully down her back like long strands of golden silk.
She hadn’t worn too much makeup tonight—just enough eyeliner to give her large almond-shaped eyes a slightly smoky look, and a natural-coloured lip gloss to emphasise her new-found pout. She hadn’t put foundation on for the first time in years and was amazed at how much prettier she looked as her exposed skin showed off her youthful glow. She looked fresh and natural. And happy.
It hadn’t taken long to decide what to wear as she didn’t have a huge collection of posh frocks. She obviously couldn’t wear the new dress she’d worn to dinner on Saturday, so that really only left the old faithful little black dress, which covered all eventualities. It made her slender figure look sexy and the high heels on her black patent shoes made her taller than her usual five foot four.
She did a little twirl in front of the full-length mirror, stopping so that her back was facing the glass, and looked over her shoulder to study her rear view. She lifted the skirt of her dress to inspect her naked bottom, and sighed. The pale skin was unblemished—not even a tiny little red mark remained from last night’s spankings. She was rather disappointed about that.
She looked at her watch. Ten minutes to go. She’d hardly seen Adam all day at the office—he’d been out at meetings for most of the day and the few times he’d been around, he’d been on the phone or with someone. He had politely nodded good morning to her as she’d brought in his coffee and had barely said goodbye as he’d rushed out at four o’clock for a meeting in Canary Wharf—she hadn’t seen him or heard from him since.
At seven twenty-five, she put her coat on and stood by the window to look out for the car. Mandy was working late so Rachel was alone with plenty of time to count the minutes and contemplate the night ahead. Where would he be taking her tonight? What was it he was planning to do to her on Friday night at Boundaries, and what would his house be like when he took her home afterwards? Would he have a dungeon in the cellar?
The sound of a car horn told her Rob, Adam’s driver, was waiting and so she hurriedly grabbed her bag and made her way downstairs. He was holding the passenger door open for her and she smiled her thanks as she climbed into the car. She’d been hoping to see Adam waiting for her, but the car was empty.
“Where’s Adam?” she asked, as Rob fastened his seatbelt then pulled away from the kerb.
“He’ll be waiting for you when you arrive.”
He didn’t reply, just kept his eyes on the road and left her alone with her memories of the journey home last night. Her face heated when she thought about the erotic spanking Rob had witnessed in the back and she was thankful for his discreet silence. She fixed her eyes on the passing lamp posts and settled back to enjoy the ride with nervous anticipation.
After a while, she noticed Rob wasn’t heading towards central London as she had been expecting, but was driving towards Highgate. Where are we going? Finally he drove past Hampstead Heath and turned into Hampstead High Street. Were they going to a restaurant here? Hampstead Village was famous for being trendy and expensive. A restaurant here would undoubtedly be very good.
Rob turned into a narrow side road off the High Street and continued down to the bottom where he turned again into an even narrower, cobbled lane. The only light came from Victorian style lamp posts—apart from that, they seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. She swallowed nervously and wondered what the hell Adam was up to.
Rob pulled slowly up the lane then came to a stop by a row of Victorian terraced cottages. Without a word, he got out and opened the door for her.
“Where is this?” she whispered as she climbed out of the car and looked around.
Rob just tipped his hat and turned his head towards the shiny black door of the whitewashed cottage in front of them. “Mr Stone is waiting for you, Miss.”
“Is this Adam’s house?” she gasped. Of all the places she had imagined Adam to live, this cute cottage was definitely not one of them.
Rob smiled and nodded, letting her know in his usual discreet way that this was indeed Adam’s house.
“Wow. Thanks, Rob.” She walked up to the front door and rang the bell, excitement building inside her at the prospect of seeing Adam again, outside work. She heard footsteps approach, then the door opened, allowing warm, welcoming light and a delicious smell of home cooking to waft out. Adam smiled as he held the door for her to enter and took her coat once she was inside.
Katy Swann is in her forties and lives near London, UK with her husband, three children and two cats.
Katy writes BDSM romance with an emphasis on D/s. She finds the D/s dynamic the most exciting and erotic aspect of BDSM although a good spanking or flogging comes a close second. Her books are first and foremost love stories with a large dose of D/s and kinky sex.
The Boundaries Trilogy (To Love and Submit, To Love and Trust & To Love and Obey) was published in December 2013 and was her first release. She is currently working on a new series of standalone BDSM romance novels called Dominion.
Coffee, chocolate and cats are her favourite things and are often close by when she sits down to write.
Reviewed by Jeep Diva
This second book by Katy Swann, has only proved what I thought with the first book, Ms. Swann is definitely an author to watch. To Love and Trust is definitely a book worth reading, and while it ca...
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