Page 25 of Tormented Dreams

Grace, it seemed, was less amiable. “Or maybe you could spend the night here. Have dinner with me and wake up beside me in the morning so you’re actually here when I dress?” she suggested instead, but it didn’t sound like an invitation. More like a challenge. And even then, Xavier was tempted. But that wasn’t what this relationship was about.

“That’s not in our contract,” he replied blandly, instead.

Grace’s face tightened, but then it cleared and she seemed to remember herself. “Of course, Master.”

Was there an inflection to the way she said it? Sarcasm? Her features showed nothing as he decided on an outfit for the following day and laid it out for her.

“What did you have for your lunch today?” He asked instead as they moved back into the lounge.

“Lentil and bacon soup with rye bread followed by a fruit salad.” She said it as if by rote. Like she was just telling him what he wanted to hear and Xavier felt frustration bubble up inside him.

“What time?” he asked.

“One o’clock, on the dot,” she replied, but she didn’t look at him, which made him think she wasn’t telling him the truth.

“On the dot, eh?” he pressed, but she just flashed him a saccharine smile that was way too sweet.

“Absolutely. I have an alarm set.”

Now that he didn’t doubt at all.

“So, no punishments are necessary, since you’ve obviously taken good care of my girl.”

There was a flash of something he couldn’t quite discern on her face before Grace neutralised her expression. Something she was probably an expert at in her line of work.

“None at all,” she replied, far too airily. Xavier was surprised, if he was honest. If anything he’d expected her to break the rules, just to earn herself a spanking… But no. Grace wasn’t that way inclined. A brat she would never be.

But something wasn’t right. Even he knew that.

He just didn’t know what.

“On your knees then, pet,” he ordered. “I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

Grace lived up to her name and slid gracefully to her knees, her mouth open dutifully, but Xavier found he was only half hard. She took care of that for him, of course. Her mouth was honeyednectar and Grace an expert at using it. But even as he choked her on his length, watching her makeup run in dark rivulets down her cheeks before he spilled down her throat, Xavier couldn’t help the wave of dissatisfaction that rolled through him.

What the actual fuck?

He tucked himself away, then helped Grace to her feet before using his pocket handkerchief to wipe the come, saliva and mascara-stained tears from her face.

She was beautiful. Especially like this. His heart rolled over inside his chest, and he knew what he felt for her was significant. Knew it was something he wanted to hold close and cherish.

Love?

He’d never been in love before, but he imagined this might be what it felt like. Like she was his world, and he revolved around her.

So why the hell was he feeling dissatisfied? He had everything he wanted, didn’t he?

But as he left her home, later that evening, Xavier realised he would have much preferred to have stayed. To have snuggled up on the couch with her and watched a movie before exhausting them both with orgasms and sleeping with her in his arms.

Except… they had a contract, and that wasn’t what Grace had agreed to.

Was there the chance they could alter things? What would she say if he told her how he was feeling?

Grace had never once hinted that she might want something different. Or had she? He recalled her words from earlier. ‘Ormaybe you could spend the night here. Have dinner with me and wake up beside me in the morning so you’re actually here when I dress?’

There’d been something about the way she’d said it though. Like it was a taunt rather than an invitation. Was she testing him? Was that her way of setting him back on track because she could feel him wavering?

It was early days still, Xavier thought dejectedly. This wasn’t just about him. Grace hadn’t given any indication she wanted to change things. They needed to give this thing a proper chance before they tried to make any changes.

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