Page 20 of Tormented Dreams

"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 toreduce 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 carvedearlier. 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 beforeit 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.

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