Page 18 of Tormented Dreams

Grace barely got an impression of soft greys and slate blues in the pristine, masculine surroundings before her head dipped in deference to the command and her fingers automatically flew to the zipper of her little black dress. The Dom was back, full force.

She was aware of him prowling around the room as she removed every stitch of her clothing and folded it neatly onto a nearby bedside chair. Then, without consciously thinking about it, Grace dropped to her knees, spreading them wide and folding her arms behind her back as she waited obediently for his instructions.

"Such a perfect little sub," Xavier breathed reverently a few minutes later, his long lean fingers tangling in her hair.

Grace watched as his bare feet came into view in front of her and wondered briefly how it was she even found those sexy. As he pulled her head up and leaned over her, piercing her with eyes so dark with desire that they almost appeared black, she realised he was still mostly dressed. Along with his shoes and socks, he'd removed his jacket and tie and rolled up his shirtsleeves, exposing the dark, masculine hair on his forearms.

Bending at the waist, he took her lips in a punishing kiss that marauded her mouth and stole her breath. She was barely aware of the stinging in her scalp as his hand fisted tighter in the tresses he used to control her. Not another single part of their bodies touched. Just his hand in her hair and his mouth on hers, but it was enough to ignite a powerful lust, which had her panting and craving his punishment.

Her chest was heaving, and her nipples became hardened pebbles by the time he finished with her mouth and pushed away from her. The stark evidence of her desire was leaking down her spread thighs, unmistakable in the spicy female aroma that permeated the air.

The distinctive sound of his belt being unbuckled pulled her eyes up to his waist and she watched, entranced, from beneath her lashes as he slid the supple leather through the loops and doubled it in his hand. Her breath caught in anticipation as he stood there, silently, before her, the heavy outline of his cock obvious behind the fine tailored fabric of his slacks, his fingers caressing the leather almost reverently.

Grace could feel her heart pound faster and her mouth start to water at just the thought of feeling the warm, supple leather, fresh from hugging his body, slapping against her flanks in broad, red lines until the edges faded and there was nothing left but a sea of welted, dark pink skin.

She had to fight the urge to beg, because if there was one thing she knew about Xavier, it was that he would take an even greater sadistic pleasure in thwarting her basest needs.

That acceptance was cemented by the recent memory of a time when he had tormented her with a feather after she’d begged him to whip her, just so he could drive home the fact that he wasin charge and that being a sadist didn't necessarily mean he had to hurt her. Just that he might torment her.

It was a lesson she’d learned hard and fast, and she sure as hell didn't need a reminder.

To that end, she kept quiet, but she couldn't help licking her lips in anticipation as he undid the top button of his slacks with the fingers of one strong, tanned hand, except even that small reaction didn't go unnoticed.

"I'm sure you must be licking your lips at the thought of having my cock between them, eh, sweetheart?" Xavier rumbled, dropping the belt onto the bed and inching his zipper down until his straining member nudged its way out from the waistband of his skin-tight, jersey boxers.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Xavier freed his cock completely from the confines of the gloving fabric and pumped, ever so slowly, up and down with his fist. Then his free hand darted out in the barest flash of an eye, fisting in her hair as he abruptly pulled her forward.

"Open!" he demanded roughly as he brought his cockhead to her lips, barely waiting for her to comply before he thrust his entire length down her convulsing throat.

Grace's pussy flooded at the harsh treatment and she worked to loosen her jaw and breathe carefully through her nose as Xavier held himself still for long seconds. Her nose was buried in the musky male scent of his neatly trimmed pubic hair and his heavy length almost cut off every bit of available air, but Grace adored every moment. Every tug on her scalp sent skitters of sensation scattering into her belly. Every warm dribble of saliva that dripped from her straining mouth onto the tops of her breasts,every tear that leaked from her eyes as they watered with the strain, streaking her mascara into black lines down her cheeks.

And she relished every tiny nuance of satisfaction on Xavier's rugged face when he looked down at her with stark approval as he began to roughly fuck her throat as if he owned her. As if she truly belonged to him.

God, she so wanted to belong to him.

Grace's eyes fluttered closed as she savoured the sensations rushing through her body, but they quickly blinked open at Master X's command.

"Look at me!" he grunted as he gripped her hair in a punishing fist and thrust extra hard, causing her to gag. "I want you to watch me while I fuck your face. I want you to see only me as you kneel before me, serving no other purpose than that of my own personal fuck toy."

Grace couldn't stop the low, mumbling moan that was torn from her throat and vibrated around the pulsing shaft that took up all the room in her mouth. She had never been much for base humiliation, but somehow, in the privacy of Xavier's home, it was different. His words flowed over her and made her feel prized and appreciated.

"I want you to swallow everything I give you," Xavier growled as his movements sped up and his practised thrusts altered in their rhythm from smooth to jerky, indicating he was close to spilling his release. "Don't spill a drop!"

His free hand dropped to circle her throat and Grace felt engulfed by the wave of unexpected emotion rushing through her as his thumb stroked absently across the frantic pulse which beat there. It stilled momentarily as he moaned out hiscompletion, but Grace was exhilaratingly aware of its heavy presence as she swallowed convulsively around his spurting shaft in her efforts to submit to his will.

Then, as he finally withdrew his softening cock, he resumed the gentle caress as if he were trying to soothe the ache he'd put there.

Reaching behind her, Xavi pulled out a tissue from a box on the bedside cabinet and gently wiped her mouth and breasts before pulling her to her feet. Grace blinked her eyes in an effort to stop them from streaming, but Xavier blocked her when she raised a hand to wipe them.

"I love seeing you like this," he breathed, looking down at her with something that almost resembled adoration.

Grace knew she must be mistaken, but she basked in the glow of his appreciation, regardless.

His long fingers still circled her throat possessively and he used them to back her up against the wall then pin her there while he captured her wrists in his other hand. Holding them easily above her head, this time he plundered her mouth with his tongue in a savage duel she greedily joined.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Xavier 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.

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