Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
X avier relished the feel of Grace's madly fluttering pulse under his fingers. He could smell her arousal, heavy in the air, and it was making him hard again already. He’d used her mouth in a desperate attempt to take the edge off, in order to give her what she craved without lust clouding his desire to fuck her long and hard before she got what she needed. But damn, if the woman didn't affect him in a way no sub ever had before.
He felt like a randy teenager all over again. And that was quite something at his time of life. He wasn't used to having such little control.
Usually, he maintained a rather more detached perspective. One that stood him in good stead as a sadist. He was the one who set the pace and could continue on and on until his subs were crying and begging for culmination and relief.
That, however, all seemed to fly out the window where Grace was concerned, and with just a look, she managed to reduce him to a quivering mass of straining hormones. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about the lack of control.
On the one hand, he felt subtly undermined, though it wasn't something that was deliberate on her part, just his own rampant reaction to her. On the other hand, it was wildly exhilarating to come across a woman who affected him in such a way after all the years he’d spent in the lifestyle.
She set him on fire, just with being. There was no other way to describe it. Sometimes it felt like she was the other half of him, the yin to his yang.
Xavier realised he didn't ever want to give that up and desperately hoped they had some kind of future together.
Not that he was giving anything away right now, of course. Nobody looking at him at this moment in time would ever guess at the raging swell of emotions bubbling underneath his habitually cool and unruffled fa?ade. But then Xavier was nothing if not an expert at playing this game, and right now it was time for some rather darker pleasures of the flesh.
Nipping at her lips as he drew away and redirected his attention across the skin of her jaw, all the way along to the sensitive area underneath the shell of her ear with a string of licks and bites, Xavier whispered in her ear, "I want you to go bend yourself over the bed now, my sweet, and wait for me."
With that, he stepped away, noticing the way Grace's naked body shivered and erupted in goose bumps from the loss of his heat. But also, he suspected, from the anticipation of what was to come.
Steadying herself briefly, Grace immediately did as he instructed. She was such a delight. There was enough of a hint of sass in her to keep things interesting, but she'd lost any of the brattiness she might have displayed as a youngster—if indeed there had ever been any. She was old enough to know her mind and negotiate what she wanted without having to resort to acting out. And at his time in life, Xavier found that trait a very big draw.
This was another first. He’d never brought women into his home. Not before today, anyway.
This was his quiet place, his sanctuary. Whenever he played, he played at the club. Never before had things ever gotten this up close and personal, treading the boundaries of his fiercely guarded privacy. Not even during the six months when he had acted as a 24/7 Master to Fluff. In all of that time, he had gone to her and had never once let the circumstance overflow into this private sphere of his life. It simply wasn't what he did. Even his toy bag was kept in his private locker at Club Risqué. But Grace unbalanced him, and now he was going to have to improvise somewhat.
He took a deep, cleansing breath. Now wasn't the time to have his concentration diverted away from the scene that was unfolding. A good Dom, especially one who was a sadist, should never have his attention divided. Everything needed to be focussed on the play and the sub so nothing crucial was ever missed, and Xavier had always prided himself on his attention to detail. He was a perfectionist. Some might consider him detached, but one thing was for sure. Nothing ever interfered with his construction and implementation of a scene.
Pushing his unsettled thoughts aside to consider at a later date, Xavier took his time, knowing it would only serve to increase the suspense and anticipation. Allowing his mind to quieten and clear, he settled into the zone, relaxing into both his experience as a Dom and also into the experience that was about to unfold.
One side of his mouth lifted into a crooked half smile as he watched Grace's muscles tense and relax as she tried her best to keep still, clearly fighting the urge to look over her shoulder to see what was going on.
Crossing to his wardrobe, Xavier removed a couple of ties from a hanger then pursed his lips in thought. Time to think outside the box.
"Stretch your arms out above your head," Xavier instructed, moving back to where Grace still waited on the bed. He made quick work of tying her wrists together, securely, then placed a plump pillow under her abdomen, forcing her butt even higher in the air. Pushing her legs further apart, he widened her stance until she was forced to place more weight onto her torso in order to support herself, making it all the more difficult for her to move. Then, when he was satisfied with her position, he left the room.
Xavier's movements were quick and efficient as he moved around his kitchen and utility room. Digging some clothespins out of a drawer, he checked each of them carefully and tested the amount of give in each one. Then he dumped a dozen of them into the dishwasher and set it to sterilise. Grabbing some ginger root from his vegetable store, he pared and shaped it carefully while he waited for the brief steaming function to finish. Placing everything on a tray, his final task was to grab an ice bucket and fill it with ice cubes before he went back to the bedroom.
Glancing at a side table on the way, he grabbed a fat candle from the decorative arrangement there and hurried back to the kitchen for a lighter before he jogged back up the stairs with his improvised toys.
For just a few precious moments, Xavier paused in the doorway to admire the way Grace looked, splayed out, ready for him, on his bed.
He wondered, briefly, at the wave of pleasure that flooded him at the sight of her there in this, his own private space. He might not have brought another woman here before, but somehow, she looked right. As if she belonged right there, laid out on his mattress, for his indulgence and gratification.
And hers.
Xavier pushed away from the doorframe and decided he'd let her stew for long enough. She'd been so very good, waiting patiently without complaining. It was time she got her reward.
"I've got some treats for you," he promised, his voice oddly husky. "Are you looking forward to them? Do you want me to tell you what they are, or shall I just surprise you?" He knew the latter was normally her preference, but this was a different environment. She didn't have the safety of a dungeon monitor overseeing their scene.
"Surprise me," she whispered, her voice a shiver of lust and anticipation, her eyes finding and holding his, full of trust and desire. He was humbled by it.
"For all intents and purposes, this will be just like scening at the club. We'll use the traffic light system, the same as usual. I'll check on you and ask what colour you are, throughout. Understand?"
"Yes, Master, I understand."
"What about your limits? Is there anything that you might prefer to suspend in our current environment?"
"No, Master, I trust you implicitly," she replied steadily, holding his gaze and letting him see the truth of her words.
Her wholehearted conviction and the way she slipped effortlessly into the scene despite being here, in his fairly innocuous bedroom, rather than within the safety and ambience of the club setting, made his heart swell just that little bit more. Damn, she was perfect!
"Very well. If that changes at all, you tell me. If you're uncomfortable with the way things are going, use your words. You can bring this to a halt at any time."
Grace nodded. "Yes, Master, I know."
Satisfied she was comfortable with how things were going to proceed and trusting her to tell him if there was a problem, Xavier dug around in his doctor's bag for one of the individual sachets of Surgilube he kept in there for rectal assessments, and he tossed it onto the tray with the rest of his goodies. Tonight's examination was going to be very much more pleasurable than those he normally encountered in his day job, he thought with a wicked grin.
Xavier looked down at Grace's perfect skin as it glowed in the subdued lamplight, the paleness appearing stark against the unrelieved slate blue of his bed covers. That flesh would soon be rosy red and welted, and he gave in to the urge to touch her flawless flanks. Stroking his palms across the enticing swell of her buttocks, he enjoyed the contrast of his olive tanned complexion against her snow-white skin tone.
He rubbed a little harder, bringing the blood to the surface, conscious of her fair skin's likeliness to bruise and wanting to reduce the chances. He might be a sadist, but that was purely in the moment. He didn't want to cause any lasting damage.
He picked up his belt, dragging it slowly across the bed from where he'd left it in her line of sight so she could follow it with her eyes. He enjoyed the spark of knowledge that flared there as he did so, but he didn't speed his movements.
As he stood to one side, away from her line of vision, he doubled the belt in half and gave a couple of slaps against his thigh, purely for effect. He couldn't help his quiet chuckle when Grace jumped at the unexpected sound then wiggled on the bed, unconsciously arching her back and presenting her ass higher in anticipation.
Xavier didn't keep her waiting any longer. He brought down the supple leather across both her ass cheeks simultaneously, leaving a wide line of red to bloom across the swell.
Grace gasped and moaned, rubbing her clit against the mattress instinctively, but it was a sound of pleasure rather than real hurt.
Letting rip with a volley of hard whacks, Xavier planned to change that. He wanted her sobbing, and her pain. He wanted her cries, and her screams. He wanted her ass swollen, and red, and hot to the touch. He wanted the illusion of hurting her, and the satisfaction of making it all better afterward. He wanted her, full stop!
He knew, being the masochist she was, that her brain processes would transmute the pain he doled out into an altered kind of pleasure in her mind, but her shrieks and her tears would be real, and her ass would be scorching and sore as he fucked it. And he planned on fucking it fiercely.
His cock hardened to rock as he covered every inch of her backside with the biting kisses from his belt. Grace was openly crying now, tears running down her face. She was uninhibited in her screams, even more so than she was at the club, and although he could see she was still grinding her clit against the bed, could see the sticky evidence of her pleasure coating her inner thighs, he paused to check, nevertheless.
"What colour are you, sub?" he demanded, freeing the buttons of his shirt as he waited for her reply.
"Gr-green," she stammered breathlessly, turning beautiful tear streaked eyes on him. 'Very, very green, but please…please don't stop!" she wailed.
Shrugging off his shirt, Xavier gave a brief single nod in acknowledgement, then he flexed his fingers as he altered his grip on the belt. This time, he held the buckle and wound a single loop of the leather around his fist before he peppered her butt with the single tail of leather. Like this, the belt was lighter and stingier, wrapping itself insidiously around the curve of her butt cheeks and the tops of her thighs as he targeted those as well.
When Grace's shoulders began to shake with her sobs, he decided she'd had enough. She probably wouldn't agree, but Xavier had plenty more tricks up his sleeve and the night was still young.
He paused just long enough to enjoy running his palms over the scorching heat of her buttocks. A flash of pleasure zipped through him as he gave them a harsh squeeze for good measure, causing her to yelp.
He continued to massage with his free hand, perpetuating the sting while he reached for the ginger butt plug he’d carved earlier. He wasn't gentle. He wanted her to be able to feel the ginger burn. Driving it firmly inside her puckered rosette, Xavi thrust it back and forth along her tender tissue for maximum effect before he deftly flipped her over onto her back.
With a dark appreciation, he noted the way her breath hissed through her clenched teeth as her sore cheeks came into contact with the firm mattress and the ginger root plug worked its wicked magic.
Despite her discomfort, he also noticed how her brimming eyes darkened with desire as she took in his naked torso and the unmistakable swell beneath his unbuttoned fly.
She arched her back, offering herself up to him as a gift—a gift he planned to make the most of.
Considering his next move, Xavier left her to ponder the effects of the ginger root, while he grabbed a spare sheet from his linen closet to preserve the bedcovers. Rearranging her, none too gently, he took wicked delight in bouncing her tortured backside on the bed after he situated the protective covering.
Dipping his hand into the melting pot of ice, Xavier retrieved a cube and wasted no time introducing the searing cold to some of the more sensitive areas of Grace's skin.
She shrieked and her nipples puckered into hard, tight pebbles as he drew wet circles around the tips with deliberate slowness, then watched in delight as her skin raised a trail of goosebumps wherever he roamed.
Down across the subtle swell of her tummy, across the indents of her pelvic bone, the cube was small now, and Xavier judged that it wouldn't do any damage to her tender inner flesh before it melted as he swept it across her mons and pressed it inside of her.
Grace squealed at the sensation and canted her hips against the cold, but it was short lived.
Before repeating the action, Xavier flicked the lighter and lit the candle, giving the wax a chance to pool, while a second ice cube melted within the intimate sheath of her body.
He watched, knowingly, for the moment she realised her predicament. Every time she clenched or squirmed against the other stimuli, the ginger plug did its dastardly work.
Testing the wax on the inside of his wrist, Xavier judged the height at which he needed to spill the wax for maximum potential without the danger of burning her. He was mindful that it was a normal house candle, rather than a specially made erotic candle that melted at a lower temperature. But then he was also conscious that since Grace was a masochist, her pain threshold would be higher than most subs as well. Still, he didn't want to scald her unnecessarily.
Xavi knew full well Grace would probably revel in it, but his inner sadist had no desire to do any permanent damage. Beating a sub bloody would never be his idea of fun. While he relished the edgier side of dominance, he preferred to be more inventive in his discipline.
From the state of the open lash wounds he’d treated when he'd first met Grace, but the tell-tale lack of any severe scarring, he suspected she had recently started to exceed the threshold of safe, corporeal force and was slowly headed into dangerously excessive territory. Likely, she had become impervious and inured against the level of pain she received and needed more and more brutality in order to find the satisfaction and the highs she sought from the lifestyle. Xavi felt obliged to re-educate her and prove there were alternatives to simply demanding an increased severity in an overly narrow focus of corporal punishment.
Following the damp lines he’d drawn with the ice, Xavier repeated them with the candle wax. Hot on top of cold.
Spirals of colour swirled around the globes of her breasts and across the planes of her fluttering stomach, and his chest swelled with satisfaction as Grace writhed and whimpered on the bed.
"Argh…the ginger!" he heard her mutter, more to herself than to him.
He ventured lower, across her hipbone and down her quivering legs, allowing the liquid to flow onto the skin of her sensitive inner thighs.
Damn, but she was responsive. Xavi couldn't help but appreciate how much. Sometimes the masochists he met were so hardened it was difficult to pry any reaction from them. Not much fun in that for a sadist who lusted after each precious little sound of anguish and ecstasy.
Not so with Grace.
Her body trembled and quaked. The little whimpering noises and the sobs she tried so hard to repress were a joy to listen to. They fed the perverse need inside him for the deviant and ratcheted up his lust to a higher intensity.
There had been a time during his youth when Xavi had tried to curb what he had believed were abnormal desires, judging them to be dangerously at odds with his occupation. But all that had led to was frustration, and a lack of concentration and attentiveness that really did put his patients at risk.
With some valuable help and insight from his colleague, psychologist Micah Flynn, who was now the Manager of Club Risqué, Master X had been born and Xavier had finally managed to balance his two opposing character traits.
Once he had started embracing them, instead of resisting the pull, his life had taken a much richer, calmer, and infinitely more satisfying direction.
He had long been content with the life he now led…but Grace? Well, she just seemed to complete him, filling a void he hadn't even realised was present until he met her.
Popping a half-melted ice cube to pool in her navel, Xavier reached for a handful of clothespins. Grace’s nipples were still puckered and hard, and he trapped first one and then the other between the biting pincer tips before swiftly placing a third on her peaking clit without allowing her time in between to regain her equilibrium.
As her initial squeals receded, Master X took great delight in re-igniting them as he placed several more clothespins on the sensitive skin of her labia and even on the tender undersides of her breasts as well as her inner thighs.
Grace couldn't stop herself from wriggling and writhing as she did her best to escape the clamping jaws, but each movement only made things worse, jiggling the evil, pinching grips so the pain flared, causing her to jump some more in a complete catch-twenty-two scenario. The more she wriggled, the more they jiggled; the more they jiggled, the harder they pinched, and the harder they pinched, the more she wiggled. And each and every movement increased the ginger burn. It was a joy of a dilemma, and when Grace attempted to still her body to break the predicament, Xavier took great delight in flicking the ends of the pins to get her hopping again.
Watching her lustfully, Xavier exalted in her pain while he unhurriedly removed the rest of his clothes. Then he gripped his cock with firm fingers and deliberately pumped back and forth right there in her view, grinning wickedly as he watched her swallow unconsciously and lick her lips at the sight.
He used the flick of the belt to pick off the clothespins adorning her inner thighs, admiring the pretty pink splashes of colour they left and the random pattern that decorated her pale skin.
Grace was still screaming from the painful flow of blood rushing back into her labia and clit when he pushed forcefully inside her.
Xavier grabbed her heated buttocks, squeezing them mercilessly in his palms as he used them for leverage, holding her up off the bed and all but immobile as he pounded ruthlessly inside her clutching sheath.
This was no time for gentle, and Xavier's over-stimulated psyche was dangling at the thin edge of control.
He watched in fascination as Grace's generous breasts bounced where her shoulders rested on the bed, her bound wrists still stretched out above her head.
He felt the clutch of her pulsing sex as he thrust mercilessly to bottom out against her cervix as deep as he could possibly get, feeling every millimetre of the incremental tightness caused by the ginger plug.
He heard the small sounds, the pants and the tiny hiccupping sobs that were torn from her sweet lips through every jolt of his body that connected with her own.
And then he experienced all three together as he felt her channel tighten distinctively around his thrusting cock, her eyes widening as they gripped him in her gaze, her mouth sucking in a stuttering breath, only to be expelled in a breathy moan as her climax overtook her.
Xavier chose his moment to release the last two clothespins from the tips of her nipples then threw his head back. The tendons in his neck tensed in sharp relief as he roared out his own completion when the pleasure-pain drove Grace to an even higher pinnacle and she howled in tandem, bucking her hips as they both rode the surf of their respective orgasms.
Xavier extended the pleasure as long as was humanly possible. He reached around and fucked her puckered hole with the pungent ginger, reigniting that heat, before he pulled it out and tossed it onto the tray. Then he fell forward, his knees close to giving out, and welcomed her legs wrapping around him as he bit into the already tender tips of her nipples before collapsing on top of her while their sweat mingled and they both sucked in oxygen in laboured, gasping breaths.
As Xavier groaned and rolled exhaustedly to the side to avoid crushing her, there was just one thought in his mind: by Christ, she was magnificent!