Page 14 of Tormented Dreams

At that very moment, barely a second after the command had been uttered, her whole world exploded. Everything seemed to happen at once. Unseen hands first yanked brutally at the chain and intensified everything with searing precision before all three of the clamps were removed from her nipples and her clit at the exact same time.

The blood rushing back into her abused and constricted nubs unleashed a tsunami of pain that flooded her system in a broiling, inundating monsoon.

At the very same moment, Master X pulled back and then impaled her to the hilt with his thick, generous cock, bottoming out brutally against her cervix while the inexorable cold and expansion of the butt plug had her crammed so full that everything seemed as if it were squeezed into an area half the size that it needed to be to maintain any type of comfort.

It was all too much for her. The deepest torment and the ultimate pleasure at one and the same time. The orgasm wastangibly dragged from her body as if it was a physical entity wrenched from her very soul, and all Grace could do was scream her completion as it ebbed and peaked over and over until everything around her went black.

Grace couldn't believethat she had actually blacked out. A combination of extreme sensation, subspace, and lack of oxygen as she'd screamed out her pleasure and pain without drawing an adequate breath had left her on the verge of unconsciousness. If only for a moment.

She had no recollection of being released from her bondage and no idea as to the identity of the third person Xavier had introduced into their scene.

Right now, she was cocooned in a warm, fluffy blanket, and she could tell the icy butt plug had been removed at some point too. She was curled up on Xavier's knee and the good doctor was now ministering to her as if she was a patient. Given that she'd blacked out, maybe she was.

He held her close, stroking one hand up and down her back while he massaged first one wrist and then the other to ensure that the blood was circulating now the cuffs were off. He alternated between offering her water to make sure she was hydrated and feeding her little bits of chocolate to get her blood sugar up.

Grace snuggled into him even further, feeling utterly delighted. She was sated, contented, and absolutely fulfilled.

But more than all of that, she felt a bone deep sense of rightness here on Xavier's lap. It was as if she had come home to where she was always meant to be, and she felt as if she never wanted to move.

Too soon, though, the moment passed, and Xavier roused her.

Reluctantly, Grace peeled herself away from him and retrieved her clothing, the lovely lassitude she’d been experiencing suddenly turning into complete exhaustion as she dressed.

Not for the first time, she yearned for a Dom of her own. One who would still coddle and fuss over her when the aftercare had ceased. A man who would bundle her up and take her home and tuck her into bed before climbing in beside her and wrapping her in strong arms whilst she slept. The normal kind of relationship things that didn't necessarily pertain to the lifestyle, but nevertheless added to it.

Could Xavier be that guy?

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Xavier had never felt quite so reluctant to let a submissive go before, and that was a first.

While it was true he had searched long and hard—was still searching—for a submissive who would be prepared to be his slave, he knew his own little foibles meant it would take a special woman to put up with his unorthodox brand of control. But he hadn't given up the dream quite yet, although the years had softened him and he wasn’t quite so intractable in his ways as he had been in his youth. He was willing to consider different options. To make those all too important compromises, if he met the right person. And he really thought Grace might be that person. What he felt for her was new and exhilarating. It made him dream of a future with her. Hewanteda future with her. Wanted it enough to know he’d be prepared to alter his rigid M/s demands in order to be with her.

Because she was worth it.

He had concerns, of course. He was a doctor, and even though he had a successful private practice, he still felt the need to volunteer for shifts in A&E at the local hospital. He’d alwaysfelt driven to give something back. He also spent another huge chunk of his free time concentrating on research. So much so that there wasn't a whole lot of time left to dedicate to any kind of relationship. Certainly, not the kind where a woman would expect his undivided attention.

Medicine was his life, his vocation. He lived to make people better, to ease their pain and improve their individual situations.

Yes, it was rather an odd paradox, having that very concrete philosophy, yet also being a sadist. But he had learned to accept the contradiction years ago, in order to keep himself sane. He was sure there were people who wouldn't understand, which was why he valued his anonymity at the club. He was equally certain, there were all kinds of people who might either judge or want to investigate his psyche, find out what made him tick. He could just imagine the outraged queries.

Did he have a Munchhausen by proxy type impediment, where he felt the need to inflict pain, in order that he could make it better?

Was there a fascination with pain that had drawn him into the medical profession? Was the pursuit of the endurance of pain and how those stimuli could be corrupted by pleasure that drove him? After all, he did love research.

This was one of the reasons he’d chosen this particular direction with his unique desire for a slave. It was something that would work for him and his lifestyle, without giving his eventual partner any false expectations of what he was feasibly able to commit to. This way, there would be no mistaken hopes, no disappointments, no anticipation that things might turn out differently. Everything would be written up and put down in black and white. Both parties would know exactly where theystood, right down to the time they spent together and what would happen during those periods.

There would be the reassurance of absolute certainty. No let downs, no disillusionment, no frustration and discontent when his work kept him away from home more often than a more conventional relationship could withstand.

When he found his ideal partner, she would have the absolute assurance that their time together was hers, and there would be no misleading expectations. It would be perfect.

Moreover, Grace seemed like a modern, independent woman. Perhaps she might be the type of submissive who could feed into his own lifestyle choices. After all, she'd spent the past two decades alone too, as far as he could discern. It was entirely possible that she had similar views to his.

Yes. You didn't live on your own for so long without settling into your own self-absorbed ways. He knew that first hand. But nothing he wanted was set in stone. He could bend, and for Grace, he would be content to negotiate if she had her own desires to incorporate. He was sure she would. She wasn’t the shrinking, wallflower type. She was a mature woman who knew her mind. Xavier was confident she’d tell him what she needed from their relationship, and together they could work on a mutually beneficial relationship.

This really could work out perfectly for both of them, both for now and for the long term.

Xavier smiled. Things were most certainly looking up.

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