The Rebirth of Rachel [Internet Bonds Book 1]
Internet Bonds

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Reviews For INTERNET BONDS Book 1: THE REBIRTH OF RACHEL by Christy Poff

"absolutely loved this tale by Ms. Poff. There are not many Rafael’s out there willing to win the heart of his one and only and this man pulls out all the stops. Rachael knows what she wants with Rafael and is willing to prove her devotion. I found both characters to be loving and honest in what they wanted and how they meant to get it. Great job Ms. Poff." Reviewed by Enchanted in Romance - Laura 4 1/2 Unicorns

If you are curious to learn about submission and the proper way to be a dominant this is the book to read. Christy Poff has written a training manual for the submissive and dominant partner. The storyline is excellent, detailing a woman's flight from an oppressive life to a life of submission. The lines between the two being that her husband hurt her mentally as well as physically. I like the gentle and considerate manner of Rafael, he is controlling but not abusive in his manner. Her new master punishes her, but she likes it because she knows he is not doing it to be harmful. The sex is heavy. M/f BDSM - Reviewer: Tod at MayReviews.com

This is a very erotic and moving book. It delves heavily into dominance and submission lifestyle, along with some bondage, but it is so well written that the reader is able to see this as an extension of the relationship between Rafe and Rachel. There is graphic language, but it fits into the flow of the story and is not thrown in simply for shock value. Even if BDSM is not your thing, this story has the power to make you wonder what it might be like to be in the kind of absolutely trusting relationship that Rachel is with Rafe.

Ms. Poff does a good job of introducing the dom/sub world and explaining rituals that new comers may not understand. While the plot is fairly obvious and the sequence of events is off slightly, this is a good story. The reader is able to experience the emotions of the primary characters and understand all of the choices that are made to lead to a very satisfying conclusion.

Reviewed by: Brandy 4 Angels

Excerpt

Sample Chapter For INTERNET BONDS Book 1: THE REBIRTH OF RACHEL by Christy Poff

Twenty-five years...twenty-three of which she had been under the impression she had a good and fulfilling relationship with her husband. They had two children, a son in the Air Force and a daughter, a college student at Virginia Tech.

She noticed changes in his attitude over the last several years, especially after the events of September 11th. He’d become cold, very cold, and it unnerved her. If someone died, his response was “Oh, well”. He fought their son, and then their daughter, who had always taken up for him. Within the last year, her emotions turned to dislike, then hatred as she resented his staid and silly notions. Times had changed, but it seemed William Wainwright had regressed.

Tall and average in appearance, Wainwright swore everyone had dropped their lives, so to speak, just to piss him off or hurt him as paranoia began to rule him. He believed his family, co-workers, and even the guys at the firehouse where they volunteered, all seemed to make it their lot in life to make him miserable. His daughter even swore to him that he was bipolar; while his wife, Rachel, was sure he was another Wainwright male. She swore each successive generation got worse.

Rachel began putting her thoughts on paper, and compiled several full-length manuscripts. Her husband told her it had been a waste of time and money since nothing had greased his palm in return. So, what else was new? She’d been successful in photography and news writing. In one month, a regional paper had printed six pieces of her work, and she felt pride in what she’d done. He couldn’t care less and made sure she knew it. That’s when Rachel had begun to hate him.

Rachel found some erotic book publishers on the internet. She learned about a world she could let her imagination go to whenever she wanted. That’s when she’d found what she’d been missing in the bedroom. Rachel found she enjoyed that imaginary world—immensely. Afternoons spent in front of the computer with a whiskey sour or a glass of wine, while wearing little to nothing had been mind-boggling, as she became lost in the words of others. Some of the stories got her hotter and wetter than usual.

As she read, Rachel found herself becoming damp between her legs as need overwhelmed her. Her nipples would harden as she felt glorious jolts course throughout her body. She learned the art of self-gratification and her inner being demanded she try more. Wainwright would refuse her advances, making her feel like a slut, a whore who bared her soul, just to be refused by the man she thought she loved and who loved her.

Twenty-five years...twenty-five long years…

This became Rachel’s sentence for falling in love with a man who couldn’t completely satisfy her needs. She’d married a man she should have steered clear of, since he now had his own ideas of what he wanted her to do. When she naively refused him, he hit her. Cement floors hurt, but he didn’t care. He hadn’t gotten what he wanted; to him, Rachel was at fault.

Rachel Wainwright looked on the internet to see if she could possibly help herself. In a chat room, she surfed into a BDSM site, where she began e-mailing a man who offered to help her with her fantasies. Rachel told him about herself and what she wanted to try. They agreed to meet at a store in the mall. She loved Hot Topic and other than her kids, no one knew she frequented it. Her circle of friends wouldn’t be caught dead at a store where one could buy Gothic and Care Bears together.

She loved the store because she could momentarily lapse into a world of vampires and the darker side of sex. She’d learned that she enjoyed vanilla with William but she wanted more. Oils and toys were sold for a reason, the industry private and very profitable. She wanted to try it, and had told this man how she felt.

“Wear black. I expect you to obey simple requests, or the deal will be off.”

She agreed willingly. How hard could it be, especially since black is my favorite color?

“I want you to wear silk with nothing underneath and black jeans with heels. I want you to realize you can appear in public and be fine. I have one other request, which is important to both of us. I will send you the lab results from my blood test. And I want you to have the test done and bring the results with you,” he told her in their private chat room.

“All right,” she answered back. She understood his caution and appreciated it.

Rachel entered the store and relaxed as she walked to the rear of it. Once she did, she walked off to the side and looked at the items displayed in the corner. She took a deep breath, and then waited.

* * * *
Rafael Donovan had been listed on Fortune 500’s list, ranking around twentieth. He lived alone on a secluded estate on the outskirts of Williamsburg, Virginia, though his business life took him around the world. He owned a Spanish villa, a small castle as it had been described, an island in the Keys and his yacht, The Domination. He had been referred to as an international playboy, but had never settled into any relationships. Wherever he went, after the corporate galas and dinners had ended, he prowled the clubs that specialized in bondage, domination and submission. As those who played in this dark world of sex relished secrecy, his privacy had been respected and his identity kept quiet. His personal life had been successfully kept separate from his professional one and it worked out quite well.

An associate, the last man Rafe would have considered, had introduced Rafe to the lifestyle years before. Through training, he discovered his dominant personality. He quietly enjoyed this life, quite satisfied.

Once the internet opened up anonymity, he’d been able to contact others with the same tastes. Several short-term relationships developed but none caused him to go crazy. That is, at least not until Rachel Wainwright chatted with him one evening. Over a span of a few months, they had gotten to know each other, and she asked him to train her. She said her husband would be gone for a week of training in Michigan; her son had gone off to the Air Force; and her daughter, to college.

I have the week free, Rachel wrote.

Rafe agreed and they set up a meeting at Hot Topic in a mall in Newport News. He had requested she wear black silk, no bra, black jeans and heels for two reasons. He wanted to be able to pick her out in a crowd and he wanted to see how easily she would take to obeying commands.

He entered the store and saw her immediately, then went to stand next to her and gazed at her. His sunglasses didn’t give anything away as he stared. His cock strained to be driven into her—then and there—a feeling he’d never experienced before on an initial meeting. …Now came the first test.

Unknown to her, he had paid for one hour of the store’s time. Once he’d entered, the staff left, the gated doors were closed and locked, while they went on an extended break. Anyone in the mall would see a darkened, closed store and a sign noting power problems.

The lights dimmed as Rachel looked around.

“Rachel, I’m Rafe.”

“Hi.” Her breath caught and he smiled. The tight silk draped over her nipples accented how firm they had become and Rafe was very pleased. He handed her a box and told her to put on the outfit. She opened it to find a body hugging black dress. She went into the dressing room and stripped out of her clothes. She slipped into the dress, saw the impression her panties made and frowned. In a bold move, she removed them and gasped.

Rachel couldn’t believe it. As black as the strapless dress was, she could see everything and felt herself blush.

“Beautiful.”

His voice bathed her with velvety power and she wanted to please him so she could hear more of his gorgeous voice. Six foot five, dark and very dangerous, she had become wet and wanton at the sight of him. His compliment made it feel like her passion trailed down her legs, she felt so damned hot.

Rafe joined her in the dressing room and sat on the bench. He liked what he saw.

“Turn around.” She faced him. “Excellent.”

He stood, then spun her back to face the mirror. Without a word, he slid the hem up and over her hips, her naked ass pale against his tanned hands. As his hand ventured between her legs, his other hand slid the top of the dress down to her waist. The sight of her breasts obediently begging for his touch turned them both on. Rachel climaxed while a whimper crossed her lips.

“You’ll be perfect. You are definitely ready for this.” He spun her around and took one of her nipples between his teeth before his tongue played with it. She tried to hold back the moan of utter satisfaction.

“Go ahead. I bought the store for an hour. We’re the only ones here.”

His fingers teased her and she fell against the wall from the climax, her arms over her head as she tried to grab hold of something to support herself. She gasped as he tasted her.

“My God!”

“Tongue fucking is a wonderful pastime. I look forward to teaching you.”

“Yes, my God. I can’t stand.”

Rafe couldn’t hold back. He unzipped his pants and let his waiting and hungry cock come between them.

“Relax, Rachel,” he coaxed as he drove into her. She gasped again as her pussy clenched around him and convulsions took her. He buried himself inside her fully and began to tease her.

“Please, I shouldn’t say it but, please fuck me. I may never get a chance to enjoy this again.”

“You will, Rachel. I’ll make sure of it.”

Rafe Donovan fucked her in the dressing room of the store he’d bought for an hour. She screamed and pulled his mouth to her breast. Rachel had her first multiple orgasm and Rafe saw it. She loved the new experience and obviously wanted more.

“Our time here is almost up. Get dressed.” She nodded, her head spinning. “One last question, did you bring the results?”

“Yes.” She bent over to reach for her bag, her pussy exposed to him. He groaned at the sight of Rachel’s exotic treasure.

He helped her out of the dress and told her he’d take it with him so it wouldn’t be found in her home. She felt relief that he cared.

“Tell me what you want me to prepare.”

“Dominance of my submissive being, toys, mind-blowing sex and bondage.”

“You’ll meet my driver at this corner. It’s within walking distance of your home. What time will your husband leave?” Rafe handed her a piece of paper.

“Around one in the morning.”

“Then the limo will pick you up at two. Bring no suitcases, just yourself. I will provide the rest. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Until then.” She nodded as he kissed her. After this, Rachel knew she’d never go back to her husband. She had a taste of the life Rafe could give her and she desperately wanted it. She experienced feelings for this man she hadn’t expected and she loved the freedom he’d given her in the short span of an hour.

When they left, he watched her walk away, already a different woman. He could tell she had experienced new sensations she never had before. Rafe would make her his wife. It wouldn’t require a great deal of convincing, because he had a feeling she already knew.

“My sweet Rachel…”

* * * *
Rachel looked at the piece of paper Rafe had slipped into her hand, then folded it and hid it in her wallet. Nerves took over as what had happened hit her. She felt no regrets and she didn’t feel like she’d betrayed her husband. Rachel didn’t regret this meeting and refused to ever be sorry for what she’d just experienced.

Rachel prayed she wouldn’t screw things up with the gorgeous man with dark hair, dark eyes and built all the way around. She smiled. God, his cock’s amazing. Will I find the answers I’m seeking, or return to my life sentence? If I find the answers, will I have the strength to leave him? The guts to get a divorce? Will I find what life has waiting for me? Rachel already knew the answer. Yes, yes, yes…

Early Friday morning, two days after the mind-blowing, sensational meeting with Rafe Donovan at Hot Topic in Newport News, Rachel locked her front door, walked to the corner near her home and got into the back seat of a stretch black limo.

“Ma’am, a glass of champagne is waiting for you. Sit back and relax.”

“Thank you.”

Half an hour later, the driver pulled through revolutionary-era dated gates, then followed an extremely long driveway to an old Williamsburg estate. Rachel liked the seclusion of his home and it helped her relax. The car stopped in front of a historic mansion. The front door opened as she got out of the car to stare.

When reality hit her, she went up the steps and inside. Instinctively, Rachel Wainwright knew her life would change drastically. Something deep inside her told her that her future would always be here. She would not leave here, except with Rafe Donovan. She somehow knew her life would become a part of his and he’d own her. The thought made her damp as her pussy begged for his cock, the only satisfaction in which she’d had any pleasure. Well, here goes…