Risqué Business (Club Risqué #8)

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

X avi was an inventive sadist, as Grace well knew. He wouldn’t simply whip or flog her, because she’d like that too much.

No, he would have a much different punishment in mind.

Xavi moved to the cabinet on the side of the room, bending down to retrieve a leather-bound notebook. It was one they had used often in the early days of their relationship when they were still exploring each other's boundaries. He opened it and flicked through a few pages before finding what he was looking for and adding a few lines with the pen he’d retrieved.

Grace shifted uncomfortably as he re-read and wrote his additions. The short, stubby bristles of the mat were already beginning to dig into her knees, and he shot her a look, which warned her to be still.

Finally, he stood before her. “Read this," he commanded, handing her the book. She took it from him hesitantly, eyes scanning the page. Her face paled as she read the handwritten sentences sprawled across the stark white paper. They were affirmations - declarations of self-worth and love she was required to repeat when she fell too deep into her own insecurities and doubts.

Grace looked up at him hesitantly, a small wrinkle forming between her brows. "All of them?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"All of them," Xavi confirmed. "And not just once, but until you believe every word."

His punishment did not lie in physical discomfort, but rather in forcing her to confront her own worth and importance to him. He would force her to acknowledge that his love for her was not conditional on her ability to bear children. Damn, why couldn’t he have just given her a good spanking?

Grace cleared her throat and began reading aloud. "I am valued...I am worthy...I am irreplaceable to my master." Her voice began soft, choked by the rising lump in her throat. "I am deserving of love... I am more than just a vessel for children..."

That was a new one.

Every sentence she uttered echoed within the room, filling it with a sombre gravity. Xavi studied her as she read, watching the array of emotions flickering across her face.

Her voice wavered as she continued, feeling the weight of each word sink into her heart.

Xavi knelt beside her once again, his hand brushing against her trembling fingers. He remained silent, simply listening and providing the reassuring presence she needed in that moment.

As she continued reading, Grace found her voice growing stronger with each affirmation. By the time she read the last one aloud, tears streamed down her cheeks, but Grace felt surprisingly calm and serene.

"I am loved by my master," she read, her gaze lifting to meet his.

He nodded solemnly at her. "That's right," he whispered, brushing away the teardrops gracing her cheeks. “Continue.”

“I am loved by my husband.”

He inclined his head again.

"I- I am loved by Xavier," Grace repeated, hiccupping through sobs.

"Say it again."

"I am loved by Xavier," she said once more, this time with a hint of conviction tracing through her voice.

"And again."

“Good girl,” he praised when she finished. Damn, the man always knew exactly what she needed. Even when her mind ran away and got bogged down with things she knew better than to think. What did she do to deserve him?

“Now, let’s do something positive to drive that message home.”

He held out his hand to help her up, and Grace stood, resisting the urge to rub her knees while she waited for his next instruction.

“Position yourself on the spanking bench, pet,” he told her as he moved to fetch something she couldn’t see from the toy cabinet. She knew he’d done that on purpose, building her anticipation at what was coming next while simultaneously not allowing her to prepare for whatever it was. She’d told him that preference the very first time they’d scened together, and he’d taken it to heart.

“Okay, sit up for a moment,” Xavier commanded, and Grace moved so she was straddling the spanking bench, scooting back a little to make room for Xavier to sit opposite.

He weighed her ample breasts in his palms, stroking his thumbs over her nipples ridiculously lightly, deliberately teasing her when he knew she preferred a more forceful touch. Leaning forward, he suckled at the beading nubs, still far too lightly, and Grace bit her lip to stop herself from complaining. Doing so would only make him tease her for longer.

Finally, he took the distended peaks and pinched them lightly between his fingers and thumbs, prepping them for a pair of nipple clamps.

“These will bite,” he warned, holding up a vicious-looking alligator clamp. Grace felt her stomach flip. She craved the pain so badly, especially when she started spiralling. But all she did was nod, and reply with a dutiful, “Yes, Master.”

He gave her a small, approving smile before taking one of the cool, metallic clamps and attaching it to her left nipple. The sharp jolt of pain made her gasp, but the sensation also brought a thrilling rush of arousal pooling in her core. Her body automatically arched into his touch, instinctively seeking more stimulation from him.

Xavier waited for a few seconds before attaching the second clamp to her right nipple, triggering another wave of delicious pain that echoed through Grace's body. She bit her lip again, this time not to stop herself from complaining but to stifle a moan of pleasure.

"Good girl," he murmured as he stood to admire his work. His fingers trailed up along her thigh, making goosebumps erupt on her flesh despite the warmth flooding through her body.

Slowly, he began to walk around Grace, his fingers never leaving her skin. He trailed them over her shoulders and down her back, causing shivers to run down her spine. His touches were feather-light, and it was clear he was aiming to tease her a lot today.

“Lean forward,” he instructed, positioning himself behind her.

He hadn’t restrained her, and Grace knew this was another test. She adjusted her breasts to hang either side of the narrow bench and waited, patiently… okay, maybe patiently was an exaggeration.

Finally, his hand came down on her bare bottom - not hard enough to make her jump but just enough to sting slightly. Grace tensed at the contact, an involuntary moan slipping past her lips. She wanted so much more, but experience told her not to beg for it. Whereas other Doms got off on hearing their submissives plead, Xavier wasn’t one of them.

A single spank and then he stopped. Grace closed her eyes and willed herself to stay calm. “I think we’ll make this a little more interesting,” he told her conversationally.

Moving back to the cabinet, he fetched something else. At least this time Grace didn’t have to wait long to find out what it was. Xavi squatted down by her side, her head was turned away from him, but she didn’t dare peek. But from the way he played with the nipple clamp she guessed he was adding a weight. Before he moved to the other side, though, he blindfolded her, so she didn’t get the full experience until they were both attached, and he allowed her already pinched nips to take the full weight.

And damn, were they heavy!

They swung too, telling Grace they were on a chain. Her back bowed instinctively, and the strain was immediately eased, meaning the chain length was close to the ground, but instead of being reassured, Grace knew that meant Xavier had something even more diabolical planned. There was little he loved more than predicament bondage.

She was proven right a few minutes later, when Xavier lubed up the largest butt plug they owned… well, it sure as hell felt like the largest as he forced it through the tight ring of her sphincter.

Grace panted and pushed back as much as she could to ease its entry, then squeezed her eyes together as she endured the burn of the stretch, before sucking in deep drafts of breath to help regain her equilibrium.

“What colour are you, pet?” Xavi asked, trailing his fingers down her clammy spine.

“Green, Master,” she assured him, feeling her pulse rate ease back to normal.

“Excellent,” he praised, then continued with his diabolical plan.

A moment later, he had both a thick vibrator and a butterfly vibe in place, but not only that. He’d somehow rigged up the controllers so they were all attached to each other. At first, Grace was ecstatic, it meant she could control them depending on how she moved her body.

Then, the caution set in.

“Remember, pet, you don’t come without permission. If you do, I will give you forced orgasms for the rest of the night.” He paused for a moment and kissed her temple. “I think it’s time to get you out of your head, don’t you?”

She could hear the warning in his voice and knew she was in for a tough scene.

Damned diabolical man!