Page 12 of Tormented Dreams

If she reached her fortieth birthday with no other options in sight, she had made the decision to go it alone and seek out a donor from a reputable, professional service.

Of course, she would prefer her child to have the love, commitment, and ultimately, the safety net of an active father and an extended family. Especially since she would be an older mother and had no close family to support her. But at the end of the day, that was her entire wish list, the perfect scenario. She knew, in real life, you certainly didn't get everything you wished for and she was mature enough to know that the chances were slim.

It didn't change her ultimate goal of having a child.

CHAPTER TEN

Grace’s distracted musings were forcibly wrenched back to the present when Xavier delivered a stinging slap to the most sensitive area of her inner thigh.

"With me!" he demanded briskly before a devilish expression took over his features. "Clearly, I'm going to have to work a little bit harder to keep you in the here and now. I would hate to be accused of not doing my job properly."

Grace bit her lip and coloured slightly. Oops! Not a great first impression.

Xavier pressed close, his dark, intense eyes alive with Latino spirit, and rubbed the side of his nose against hers. As soon as she released her bottom lip from the grip of her teeth, Xavi captured it, sucked it sensuously into his own mouth and carefully sank his teeth into the tender flesh with a building pressure until it was just the other side of painful.

"If anyone is going to bite this lip, then it's going to be me!" he murmured. Then with a final sharp nip, he pulled awayand continued to check her bindings as if the intimacy of that moment had never happened.

Grace swallowed audibly as a shudder of raw lust shivered down her back and pooled low in her belly. Her pussy clenched with the strength of the need this man was stirring within her with just his voice and his gaze. It was insane, the way he affected her so effortlessly!

Suddenly, all of her awareness was pinpointed on her surroundings, the sights, the sounds, the smells. Bare flesh, swathes of skin, sombre mood lighting with pools of bright spotlight. Whooshes and slaps, groans and murmurs, shrieks and sobs. Sweat and musk and leather and the unmistakable aroma of pure sex.

Grace felt engulfed, swamped in an erotic melee of sensation which was pitched even higher the moment that Master X took one of her already peaked nipples deep into his hot mouth and suckled hard at the same time as he pulled and pinched at the other pouting bud.

Her moans were deep and guttural as they joined the cacophony of stimulating noises that twisted through the vast space. They seemed wrenched from her very soul, as he worked deftly to elongate the dark pink tips for what seemed like forever. He sucked and bit first one and then the other, careful never to let its twin feel neglected by twisting and pinching, increasing their sensitivity until they throbbed so hard that Grace was convinced that they'd doubled in size.

Delicious little slivers of pain zinged down her arms and arrowed into her lady parts, and Grace could only wonder if her breasts had ever before been this stimulated. Then she was inside her own head again and the existence of her surroundings startedto recede as the first subtle waves of pleasurable pain replaced all the external stimuli in the playroom, and her private internal sensations were the only things to fill her mind. They were pleasant and different, but nowhere near as intense as she needed.

That fleeting thought had barely crossed her mind when Xavier raised his head, pulled both her nipples away from her breasts as far as they would possibly stretch, and then nodded to some unseen figure behind her. The next thing she knew, a blindfold had been wrapped around her head and everything went dark.

"Did you know…" Xavier queried in his husky, dark velvet voice. "…that taking away one of the senses automatically means that all of the rest of them will become more enhanced in order to compensate for the loss?"

As he spoke, Grace immediately became aware of a second pair of hands on her body, cupping one of her breasts, plucking at the distended nipple as Master X continued his ministrations on the other.

Where had they come from?

Grace had been completely oblivious to Xavier motioning anyone else to join their scene. Not that that stopped her core from clenching decadently. If anything, it turned her on all the more.

He didn't give her a chance to answer and the question had been rhetorical, anyway. Besides, before she could do so much as draw a breath in, magnificent shards of insular pain speared through the tip of each breast at the same time, dragging a husky whimper from her throat. Her head tipped back as prickles of sensation tingled down her extremities like pins and needles.

If it could just last a little longer…

Again, it was as if Master X was tuned in perfectly to her thought processes. No sooner had the beginnings of that notion started to form than there was a sharp tug and delicious arrows of pain tugged at her breasts and sent more shards of sensation flooding through her body.

Grace gasped at the bite and realised he had attached what must be clover clamps, with a connecting chain, to her nipples.

She was just beginning to assimilate the sensations when she became aware someone—Xavier, she assumed—was kneeling in front of her. She could feel the shimmer of hot breath, barely there, against her most tender flesh.

Mere moments later, the suckling resumed but, this time, on her clit.

Large hands palmed the globes of her ass, holding her immobile, and Grace could feel the inevitable desire bubbling and building within her pelvis. He brought her almost to the peak with strategic nips and bites but drew away far too quickly for her to reach that ultimate completion.

Just a little more force, Grace thought as her breath sputtered in short pants, and she would have been there.

"You do not have permission to come!" Xavier commanded darkly before demanding fingers pinched at her nub and another glorious shard of pain ripped through that delicate flesh.

A clit clamp, Grace thought before her mind splintered as she battled with herself in a desperate attempt to override her body's desire to climax and instead do Master X's bidding.

She tried to concentrate on the metallic coolness of what must be another chain as it feathered across her thighs, putting even more pressure on her tormented clitoris before the slack was taken up and the tell-tale tinkle and jangle of the links indicated that it had been connected to the chain at her breasts.

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