Free To Love and Trust (Boundaries) by Katy Swann

trying not to wriggle in her seat as the vibrations increased. She threw Adam a pleading look as she found it harder to look indifferent. The pressure of sitting made the movements vibrate against her clit, which, in turn, was making her horny.
    Desperate for it to stop, she kicked Adam under the table and was rewarded with a glare that told her she’d be in trouble later.
    “Talking of which,” continued Chris, lowering his voice and leaning closer toward Rachel, “how’s your arse? Has it recovered yet from that flogging you got on Saturday night?”
    Rachel stared at Chris in horror then at Adam in anger. Had he been boasting to all his friends about what he’d been doing to her? Tears blurred her eyes as she pushed her chair back and stood up, only just remembering to clench her muscles to keep the damned vibrator in. Without a word, she stormed off to the Ladies’ before she said something she’d regret.
    Once inside the privacy of a cubicle, the first thing she did was to reach down and remove the bullet vibrator, which was still buzzing. She threw it angrily in the sanitary bin, sat down on the closed lid and cried. How could he do that to her? Just how many people had he bragged to about what he’d done to her? She was obviously just a joke to him, a convenient fuck-toy to do with as he pleased, when he pleased. Actually, she didn’t mind the latter so much—that was part of the thrill—it was the fact that he was so insensitive to her feelings that upset her so much.
    She heard the entrance to the toilets open and a second later there was a soft knock on the cubicle door.
    “Go away,” she snapped. “And just in case you didn’t know, this is a Ladies’ toilet.”
    “I know, lovey,” said a soft familiar voice on the other side of the door, “I just wanted to check that you’re okay.”
    “Chrissie?” Rachel stood up as realization dawned on her. She pulled the bolt back. As she swung the door open, she came face to face with Chris, who looked at her with a sheepish grin.
    “I’m sorry,” he said, taking her hand and leading her away from the cubicle. “I thought you knew it was me and just wanted to have a little fun.”
    “I thought Adam had been bragging about me,” whispered Rachel, still not sure what to think.
    Chris shook his head and pulled her into an embrace. “No, love, he hasn’t said a word other than how much he likes you.”
    Suddenly, Rachel saw the funny side and started laughing, softly at first, then harder until fresh tears were running down her face. “I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you”—she giggled—“it’s so obvious now I know.”
    “Well, if it’s any consolation, Adam just gave me a right telling off for winding you up. It’s a good job I’m not a sub or I’d be in for a proper hiding.”
    “Oh, crap,” groaned Rachel, “I’ve just made my punishments worse. Not only did I kick Adam under the table and storm off like that, but he made me wear this bloody vibrator thing and told me not to remove it until he said so, and I’ve just thrown it in the sanitary bin.”
    Chris burst into fresh laughter, making Rachel start laughing again too.
    “Well, lovey, make sure you blame me. Seriously, though, I really am sorry for upsetting you.”
    “That’s okay. I’m probably a bit oversensitive,” said Rachel, and turned toward the mirror to check her makeup. “Oh, God, look at me. I look like a bloody panda.”
    “No problem,” said Chris, and reached into the bag he was carrying.
    Five minutes later, they left the Ladies’, much to the bemusement of the women now in there. Rachel’s face was perfect again. Chris had redone her eyes and applied a soft pink lipstick to her lips and she felt much better as they approached the table.
    Adam stood up immediately, throwing Chris an angry glare, and held the chair for Rachel to sit down. “Are you all right?” he whispered in her ear.
    She smiled up at him as she sat down and nodded. “I’m