Risqué Business (Club Risqué #8)

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

X avier moved behind her. She heard the slap of hard leather against something. His belt against his palm? A tawse against his shoe?

It was too early to tell, but Grace already knew whatever item he’d chosen was guaranteed to make her jump, to have the remotes setting off the insidious vibrations that would bring her to the brink of climax, just like they would if she tried to rest the clamp weights on the floor.

Oh, dear God! She was doomed.

But she was also excited, even if the anticipation was driving her to distraction. Xavier had a way of transforming her pain into pleasure in ways Grace could never have imagined, systematically curing her of the harsher and harsher punishments she had sought out before she met him. Ones that had torn her skin and left her bloody because she was so desperate to find a depth of pain that left her satisfied, and the only way she had known to do that was to make them harsher, longer.

Xavier had shown her a different way, and the results were sublime.

But still, the first smack of the leather against her bare bottom came as a surprise, and she bucked. The combined sensation of the heavy clamps on her breasts and the insistent vibration made her gasp out loud. She tried to stay still, but with the turmoil of pain and pleasure swirling through her body, every instinct told her to writhe under Xavier's touch.

The vibrator hummed happily away against her clit, completely indifferent to the storm raging inside Grace's body. Damned machine! She clenched around the plug in an attempt to mitigate some of its effect, but it only intensified the sensations coursing through her.

Xavier paused for a moment before prodding at the plug lodged deep inside her, making Grace yelp in surprise. There was no time to assimilate though, as the next moment, he laid down a volley of heavy thrashes right on top of it… with his heaviest belt, Grace guessed.

The sensation was both scorching and exquisite, stimulating her already overtaxed body. Grace bit back a cry as the belt struck again, her butt throbbing in time with the rhythm of the leather against her skin. In spite of herself, she began to squirm under Xavier's unforgiving hands, setting off a domino effect with the interlinked remotes, which ratcheted her arousal exponentially. She changed positions to stop them, but that meant raising her shoulders, causing her already throbbing nipples to take the weights and the teeth of the clamps to bite into her tender flesh. An intense wave of sweet agony engulfed her. The sudden jerk had caused the clamps to swing wildly, tugging harshly at her nipples while simultaneously sending a rush of pleasure coursing down to her very core, every bit as lethal as the vibrations she’d managed to control.

Oh god! She was never going to manage to hold back her climax!

"Colour?" Xavier’s voice sliced through her foggy consciousness as he continued to welt her ass with harsh strokes, moving towards her sit spot and thighs so she was powerless not to move, setting off the vibrations again.

She bit back another moan before replying. "Yellow, Master. Please, Sir… I’m so close. I-I don’t think I can stop it.”

She panted harshly, screwing up her face in determination. “I don’t want to let you down, Master,” she begged, praying he’d take pity on her predicament. They both knew if he was determined for her to climax, then she would. Permission or not.

“Please, may I come?”

“Hold it a little longer for me, pet,” Xavier demanded in a voice laced with dark promise. "Prove to me that you can obey, even when it feels impossible."

Grace whimpered in response, her body teetering on the edge of climax as she attempted to stall her orgasm. Her fingers clenched tightly onto the edges of the bench beneath her, knuckles whitening from the effort. Each passing second felt like an eternity as she tried to breathe through the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

A particularly harsh slap against her thighs made her twitch involuntarily, and the chain tethering the nipple clamps swung savagely again. The increased pressure made her cry out, consuming any semblance of the control she had been managing so far. The vibrator hummed mercilessly against her clit, pushing her ever closer to the edge.

"Please!" she begged again, frantic. “Master… I..."

A second later, the vibrator was yanked out of her clenching channel, and Xavier plunged into her in a single, ruthless thrust.

Grace screamed, feeling every bit of his ownership as he withdrew and thrust again, his thighs slapping against her punished ass. She was so full. The butterfly hummed against her sensitive clit, and her abused nipples ached.

She rested her clammy forehead against the smooth wood of the bench, but it did nothing to cool her. Hunching her shoulders, she took the pressure off the weighted clamps, but Xavier chose that moment to release them, sending a rush of agonising pleasure-pain through her breasts which streaked through her entire body like a lightning bolt.

“Argh!” Grace shook with the effort to hold back her orgasm but knew she was fighting a losing battle.

Then suddenly, thankfully, Xavier relented. “Come now,” he commanded, one hand falling to press against the plug lodged inside her while his other released a rain of heavy blows onto her swollen, punished ass.

With a tearful sob of relief, Grace finally surrendered to him. Her body arched back violently as she climaxed hard around him and the plug. A strangled scream ripped from her throat as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure crashed over her. The fire in her nipples added another layer of pleasurable agony to a climax that seemed to go on and on.

Xavier grunted, gripping her hips tightly enough to leave bruises as her undulating walls milked him of his own orgasm, and Grace felt a wave of satisfaction surge through her, adding to her pleasure. He bucked into her harshly, holding nothing back. She didn’t want him to. She wanted to wear his marks with pride. To be his every wet dream come true. His perfect foil. His everything.

Just like he was to her.

He rode them both through their orgasms, prolonging the pleasure and stealing her breath.

It wasn’t until she collapsed, satiated and spent, her mind blessedly quiet, that Grace realised just how wound up she’d been. How much she’d needed this particular brand of punishment.

If this was all they ever had… yes, she could live with that.