19. Ella

CHAPTER 19

ELLA

It's just after 9pm. I'm in my robe, my hair has been washed, my legs are shaved, and I've done a full skin care routine. I fully committed to an everything shower tonight. I spent all of it trying not to think about what happened at work today. I'm practically shaking with anticipation when my doorbell rings. I rush over to the door but compose myself before opening it. I can't appear too eager, gotta be cool. Calm. Casual. I open the door and Xavier is—I kid you fucking not—leaning in the doorway. He's got both arms crossed and he's just standing there with a smug grin on his face, one that tells me he knows exactly what a door lean would do for me. The man is screaming book boyfriend to the point that it'd be comical if I wasn't turned on by the sight of him.

"Well, hello," I say, returning his grin.

"Hi. Mind if I come in?" he says.

I step out of the doorway and gesture for him to come inside. He walks in and instantly pulls me over for a big hug. I was expecting to get straight down to business, for him to grab me by the back of the neck and kiss me so thoroughly I go weak at the knees. I don't know how, but in that moment, I realise he knew this is what I needed. He knew I needed a little bit of comfort. The distraction can come after, but first, I wrap my arms around him and hold tight.

"Thank you for coming," I mumble into his shirt .

"Of course, happy to be here." He places a kiss on the top of my head, and we stand there for a while, not saying anything, just simply embracing.

"Now, here's what we're going to do," he says."First, I'm going to steal some mouthwash because I have pepperoni breath from dinner." I laugh."Then, you're going to sit and tell me what happened today, because I feel like you need to vent. And then finally, I'm going to distract you so hard that you forget why you were feeling sad in the first place. How does that sound?"

The laughter dies in my throat at that because, yeah, that does sound good. "I like this plan."

I walk over to the couch as he pops into my bathroom to freshen himself up. He walks back in and takes a seat on the opposite end. He pulls me closer to him and drapes my legs across his lap and rests his hands on my thigh.

"So," he begins, "what happened?"

I take a deep breath. "Well, as I've said before, my boss doesn't actually contribute much at work. We are so busy right now and I was hoping this year would be different and she would, you know, actually do her job. But no . Today we had a huge line up of about 60 kids in the library, and instead of getting on her computer and helping, she just stood there chit-chatting with the teachers. I asked her to please assist, and in front of everyone she turns around and says, ‘Assist? That's your job.' And then she just continued her conversation. Eventually I got through the line and once the students and teachers left, she had the nerve to tell me that I was working too slow, that I took too long dealing with the students, and that I needed to improve my work ethic if I wanted more hours next year."

Xavier is listening intently, rubbing his thumb reassuringly on my thigh."Then, I overheard her complaining about me to management, saying that I was trying to boss her around and that I needed to remember my place. I interrupted the conversation, which is so unlike me because I hate confrontation, and said all I had asked was for her to help out. She then ‘ explained' to management that the job was below her pay grade and that it wasn't her responsibility, and that if I can't handle a task on my own then I should reassess whether this job is right for me. I just wanted her to help so we could get the job done quicker, not because I wasn't capable."

"Wow. What a piece of work," he says. "So she's trying to make you look bad in front of management, despite the fact that you're the one doing everything. Sounds to me like she's trying to cover her own lazy ass by throwing you under the bus."

"Yeah, pretty much. I think her issue is that unlike her, I'm well-liked by the students. That probably sounds vain, but it's true. They don't go to her for anything anymore and half of them think that I run the library because of how much work I do. She's threatened by me, so she belittles me to make herself feel better, probably in the hopes that eventually I will leave."

Honestly, I would leave, but the thought of leaving my students and not seeing Millie every day makes me want to cry. Not to mention the fact that finding permanent work in a library is incredibly rare. So, despite being made to feel miserable most days, it's better the devil you know.

"I'm not surprised they like you more, what's not to like? But yeah, she sounds incredibly jealous. I'm sorry you have to put up with that sort of toxic work environment." He gives my leg a small squeeze. His hand has drifted a little higher up on my thigh.

"Thanks," I say. "Like I said on the phone, I've gotten better at ignoring her bullshit. But when she belittles me in front of other people, it really affects me. I'm already very insecure and I hate the idea of other people believing that I'm incompetent. Especially management, who don't even understand my job that well." His hand drifts a little bit higher and my heart starts beating a little bit faster.

"Yeah, I can understand that. Is there anything that can be done? Put in a complaint?" he asks.

"I wish. I've reported it to management so many times but they don't do anything about it. They basically just tell me that she's the boss, and what she says goes. Short of quitting, the best thing I can do is ignore it and not let it get to me." He's lightly stroking the inside of my thigh now and it's causing goosebumps to spread all over my body. A sensual shiver starts to run down my spine.

"Well, that's bullshit. She's bullying you and they should be taking that seriously," he says as he slowly spreads my legs a little further apart, causing my breath to hitch.

"Mhmm, I agree." It's about all I can respond with because he has started trailing his fingers even higher up my thigh and along the seam of my underwear.

"You work so hard, Ella. You don't deserve to be made to feel useless. You are so good at what you do," he murmurs. "Let me take care of you tonight, I promise to make you feel better." He picks up my leg and places a kiss just behind my knee, and it tickles in the most delicious way.

"Okay." I breathe.

The next thing I know, he picks me up off the couch and places me on his lap, so that I'm straddling him. He grabs a fistful of my hair and brings his mouth to mine, exactly how I thought he would when he first got here. His kiss is punishing, and I can't get enough. He bites down on my bottom lip and I can't tell if he's drawn blood or not, and at this point I don't care. I rock my hips against him and I can feel how hard he is beneath me. He groans into my mouth, so I do it again.

"Bed, now." He growls.

Suddenly he's standing up and carrying me into the bedroom. The way this man picks me up as if I weigh nothing is so fucking hot. He drops me on the bed and the movement has opened up my robe. Fortunately, it appears that he is quite pleased with what I'm wearing underneath. I thought I'd dress up a little for him, so I'm wearing some of my favourite lingerie, a lilac lace bra and thong set. It makes me feel incredibly sweet and sexy at the same time.

"Fuck Ella. You look so fucking beautiful, you know that?" The way calls me beautiful has me actually wanting to believe him. He crawls onto the bed and slowly pulls my robe aside to reveal more of what's underneath."Now… what am I going to do with you tonight?" he asks, slowly st roking my nipples over the lace. I don't respond, instead I just arch into his touch. "Take off your robe," he commands. His tone is gentle but demanding, and I love it. I take it off and he grabs it from me, pulling the belt from the loops, and my mouth goes dry when I realise what he's going to do with it. "How do you feel about being tied up?" he asks.

"I'm all for it," I say, breathless.

"Good. Now put your arms above your head." I do what he says and he comes over to me, looping the satin around my wrists a couple of times and then tying me to the bed head. "How is that? Not too tight?" he asks.

"Nope, it's fine," I say as I test my bindings. My circulation isn't being cut off but it's tight enough that I know I won't be getting out of it any time soon.

"Perfect, now let me look at you." He stands up off of the bed. His gaze burns into me as his eyes slowly roam all over my body. "I am going to devour you," he says and an involuntary whimper escapes me. He climbs back onto the bed and hovers over me, going in to kiss me, then pulling away just before our lips could meet. He kisses my neck, then my shoulder, then goes in for another kiss before pulling away again. He does this twice more, before I'm pulling against my restraint because all I want is his lips on mine.

"Hey!" I say.

"Hmm? Do you want something?" He's kissing along my collarbone as his fingers pull down the lace of my bra to free my nipple. He kisses it gently.

"Kiss me, Xavier." I gasp, as he takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks, hard . He then releases it, but begins sucking on my breast, hard enough that when he pulls away, he's left a dark red mark. I groan, not from the pain but because it's so fucking hot.

"Aw," he says. "It's cute that you think you can make demands right now." He releases my other nipple from the lace and does the same thing. Now I'm really squirming. "Plus, you didn't say the magic word."

I have no idea what the magic word is but my argument dissolves on my tongue because he's kissing his way down my stomach. I look down at him as he reaches my underwear and he looks up at me. He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he pulls them all the way down with his teeth.

Fuck me right now please.

Once I am bare to him, he pushes my legs further apart and stares at me with intense hunger. He leans in closer to me and I can feel the warmth of his breath on my clit. I am pulsing with need by this point. He kisses me gently on the inside of my left thigh, and then moves to do the same on my right, only instead, he bites me. I yelp and lift my hips off of the bed, but as the pain hits me, it is replaced with pleasure because his tongue is suddenly right where I want it.

He flicks his tongue at a steady pace that has my climax slowly building. He inserts one finger inside of me and it feels so damn good. I'm writhing beneath him, moaning loudly. Then, he sucks hard on my clit and my climax almost reaches its peak. I'm about to come when all of a sudden, he stops. I groan and look down at him, and he looks me in the eye with a wicked grin.

"You thought I was going to let you come that easily?" he says.

I wriggle my hips and moan. "Xavier…" Then his mouth is back on me and his finger is moving inside me once more. Again, I can feel the orgasm building, and just as I'm about to fall over the edge, he stops."Fuck!" I scream.

He chuckles deeply."Have you ever been edged before, love?"

I haven't . "No. This is torture!" I groan. He laughs again and then he resumes his tongue and finger combination. He brings me to the edge three more times before I'm screaming his name.

"Say the magic word and I'll let you come," he whispers. My whole body is shaking at this point and I am so desperate to come. I don't know the magic word. I can't think straight, all I can think of is the pulsing need between my legs.

"Please," I beg.

"Please what?" he says between licks.

"Please, can I come?" I'm panting now.

"That's my girl. That wasn't so hard was it?"

He sucks me into his mouth hard and pumps his finger in a punishing rhythm and now I'm really screaming. His teeth lightly graze my clit and I come undone. The orgasm that rocks through me is like nothing I've ever felt before. My whole body is convulsing, and Xavier keeps licking me and finger-fucking me throughout it. Slowly, it begins to subside. He withdraws his finger and sits up on his knees. His face is glistening with my arousal and it's then I feel the wet patch on my sheets.

"Holy fuck." I breathe. "Did I just…."

"Yep." He smiles proudly. "You nearly drowned me."

A dazed smile spreads across my face. "That's never happened before," I say.

"Well, I am honoured to be the first." He says. I look down at the bulge in his shorts. He catches me staring and laughs.

"I want you inside me." I breathe. He just arches an eyebrow at me. "Please. Please can I have you inside me, Xavier?"

He smiles as he bends down to finally kiss me. His tongue swirls against mine and I can feel his hands move to my wrists. He undoes the binding in seconds and then my hands are in his hair, pulling him closer to me.

"Get naked, now." I demand.