Chapter 18

Eighteen

MARISSA

The TRZ Halloween party is the best one of the year. It seems like the entire university is invited. The fraternity turns their guest cottages into haunted houses, each with a different theme. As guests arrive, they make their way through each in sequence. The last is designed as an asylum escape room. If you escape, you’re carted to the big party filling the downstairs of the manor.

Most drinking games are held inside as the colder autumn air discourages people from venturing too far out on the back patio. Two beer pong tables are set up in the dining room for a lively competition, complete with judges and announcers calling out the shots. Kegs border the reception area just to the right of the entryway, with long lines of partiers waiting to fill their cups. The furniture is pushed against the walls in the larger game room, where a DJ booth is set up with a busy impromptu dance floor.

Kinsley and I hang in the kitchen, taking themed liquor shots with Xavier and his friends. Elle and Sharice are somewhere else in the sea of roisterers. Arriving earlier in the evening, I dressed like a sexy lion in a romper with a maned hood while Xavier is my tamer in his ringmaster suit, complete with a leather whip. He even grew a black handlebar mustache for the role that looks devilishly sexy. I can’t wait to ride it.

Though I’ve seen them on campus and around the house, I’m learning so much more about Xavier while observing him with his three closest friends. Big George Turner and he have been tight since high school, where they played football together. Levi Joseph is his childhood pal whose father reigns as Cardell Enterprises’ chief financial officer. Mason Locke is his first cousin. Very few people have insight into the depths of Xavier. These men are his inner circle, and I want to glean all their knowledge.

Kinsley and I finish up our conversation as we hear Levi say, “Dude, you missed, like, three opportunities. Go back to the range.”

Mason huffs and rolls his eyes. “My gun locked up. What did you expect me to do?”

Xavier mocks a high-pitched voice. “‘My gun locked up.’ Locke, find another excuse for once.”

“Oh!” Mason’s mouth drops open with shock. “Oh, this coming from the guy who couldn’t hit that sharpshooter five feet in front of him. Marissa, you actually let this guy put his dick in you?” Dressed as Batman, Mason turns to me and dramatically sticks a finger in his throat, faking a gagging sound.

The boys played an airsoft match earlier in the day and are heated about the loss. Big G stands guarding Kinsley, the two dressed as Han Solo and Princess Leia. She giggles at the boys’ ribbing.

Levi says, “Speaking of… Fuck, I need some pussy. Kinsley, you busy right now?” He runs a hand through his wavy light brown hair and showcases his panty-dropping half-grin. Kinsley forces out a laugh while glancing at Big G, who grunts and narrows his eyes at Levi. “Fine, fine. I’ve pissed off the big guy. Can’t compete with that horse cock anyway.”

Levi pours another round of shots for all of us. He’s dressed like a sexy fireman with suspenders and no shirt, which is a gift for everyone’s eyes. His body fills out the costume well.

“Who’s your other friend, Marissa? The tall blonde,” Mason asks.

Xavier shakes his head and murmurs, “Man, you’d probably miss all her holes. Why’re you asking?” Mason snaps a glare at him.

At the same time, I ask, “Who? Elle?”

“Yeah. Elle.” Mason says her name slowly, his intoxication turning the two syllables into at least four.

“Dude, that girl’s been around. I wouldn’t bother.” Levi hands out the drinks, then darts his eyes between Kinsley and me before saying, “No offense.”

Just as I open my mouth to speak up for her, Xavier lightly punches him in the arm. “You’re one to talk, Levi.”

Mason jumps in, excitedly bobbing up and down on his toes to get everyone’s attention. “You’re both a couple of whores. G, remember that party in high school when they both fucked that one chick and her mother at the same time?” Mason chuckles to himself. “Lev, didn’t you end up screwing her mom for a while after? Or wait, was that Xav?” The room seems to be getting tense, but Mason doesn’t notice. Did Xavier have sex with G’s stepmother? Did he have an affair with a married woman? An older married woman? My stomach twists as I look at the man I thought I was getting to know. He looks almost like a stranger.

“Locke, shut the fuck up,” Levi says, glancing at Xavier, looking like he needs help.

“Ha, then her dad walked in. I still don’t know how you’re alive⁠—”

“Shut the fuck up, Locke,” Levi says again, more forcefully.

Mason stops and looks around the room. “What? What did I say?”

Big G pushes past everyone and lumbers out of the kitchen with a loud shove on the kitchen door. Kinsley swallows and quickly follows behind him.

Xavier slaps Mason on the back of the head. “You fucking moron.”

Levi yells, “What the fuck, Mason? We told you not to bring that shit up.”

“What am I missing?” I ask, trying to get a word in.

“Oh, shit, guys. I’m sorry. I forgot.” Mason shrugs, then takes his shot. “I’m getting in the hot tub.” His cape waves as he leaves the room.

Levi and Xavier exchange some meaningful gaze with each other for a moment, then Levi downs his drink and walks out behind Mason. Xavier tosses back his glass, then places his wet lips on my forehead.

“Want to head upstairs?” he asks, the deepness of his voice resonating over my ear.

With a little brush against his chest, I hold him back with my palms. “What was that?”

“What was what?”

“Come on, Xav, don’t play. You fucked someone’s mom?”

Xavier sighs, then rolls his eyes. “Lev fucked G’s stepsister for a while in high school. G didn’t know. His dad’s wife of the moment liked to get dicked down by both of us, Lev and me.”

Trying to wrap my head around that scenario, I take my shot. “Oh.”

“G walked in on us all fucking at a party once, and we try not to mention it now. I kept fucking his stepmom after she and G’s dad divorced. I had just lost my mom and his stepmom was nice to me.”

“I see. How long did you…” Did they have a relationship? Was he into her?

Seeming to cut to the point of my question, he holds my face and says, “Marissa, I never cared about anyone until you. I told you that.” He always makes me feel so comforted. If he had been in love with her, I think it would have crushed me.

Through therapy, I’ve been learning about my insecurities. Most seem to stem from being molested as a child and my parents not being there to protect me. The feelings I had when it happened are still confusing to me. It’s as if it affects my ability to know if someone is safe or not. To know if they are into me or using me.

For the first time, I believe I can trust someone else, open my heart to them and try. Xavier makes me feel safe and cared for.

I raise on my toes to kiss him, tossing my arms around his neck. His tongue tastes like our candied apple liquor shots.

Thrusting his body into mine, he asks, “So…upstairs?”

Lacing my fingers through his, I give him a little smile. “No, come on. We’re going to dance. It’s a party.”

Xavier places my hand on his crotch. “Well, there’s a better one right here in my pants.”

A little snort leaves my nose, and I tug him from the kitchen to the game room. The strobe lights and fog machines create an appropriately eerie atmosphere. A DJ plays remixes of popular spooky-themed songs, the bass vibrating through my chest. Given that it’s a TRZ party, plenty of couples are openly fucking in the middle of the room while calling it “dancing.”

Xavier snags my waist and spins me around until my back is flush against his chest. I swivel my ass against his crotch, grinding on him while snaking an arm around his neck. Swaying with me, he holds me close, so our hips never part. We continue our dance for a few songs, getting hotter with each one, his erection continuously stabbing my lower back. Wanting to torture him a little longer, I drop down and slowly wiggle up his body.

“Someone’s getting fucked in the ass tonight,” he says close to my ear, and I gasp as a slap hits my butt.

“I’m ready,” I say, and he snatches my hand, leading me to the stairs in a hurry.

Kinsley is wrapped around Big G’s waist while he grips her by the ass. She’s so small compared to him. I guess it’s the only way they can face each other, but instead of passion, they look like they’re in a heated debate. Xavier pulls my arm and attention away from my friend. I’ll have to ask her about it later.

As we pass the hall bathroom, the door is cracked, and we get a glimpse of Levi. He leans back on the sink with his pants around his ankles. Holding his cell phone up, he videos a girl sucking his cock. The door blocks my view of who it is.

Once we reach Xavier’s room, he pushes me forward with a little shove. “Crawl to the end of the bed.”

I drop gracefully to my knees and slink across the floor. Knowing he’s watching, I let my hips sway seductively, wanting to give him a good show. Halfway to the bed, though, a sharp snap of pain lands across my backside. I yelp and stop moving.

“My little lion needs her ass tamed.” With a chuckle, he commands, “Keep crawling.”

I’ve never been whipped before, but the anticipation of another strike of pain causes my pussy to tingle. Approaching the bed on my knees, the leather strikes me again. My body jerks as I scream, more from the shock than anything.

“Have you been fucked in the ass before?”

I shake my head, and he whips my ass again until I sob.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“No, sir.”

“Mmm, I love virgin ass. Stand up and undress. Everything off.” As I do, he goes into his closet and returns with a flat metal bar and other items. “This is a spreader bar. I want complete access to your body, do you understand?”

Eyeing it, my chest heaves with lust. I want to give myself fully to him, but I’m still scared. “Yes.”

“I’ll be tying you up so I can have full control. You slap my knee if you need me to stop. Otherwise, I’ll keep going.” His intense blue eyes hold my gaze as if checking for any resistance. He won’t find any. By this point, I trust that Xavier knows when to stop. Nodding, I wait for further instructions.

“Good. Okay, lay on your stomach on the bed.” With my pussy now soaked with the suspense of the unknown, I do as I’m told. He loves control. And I love giving it. Being used for his pleasure brings me the most satisfaction. I want him to treat my body like a toy, just like in the library. The thought of him doing so makes me weak in the knees.

When I slide onto the bed, he bends my legs up and out to my sides, leapfrog style. Strapping my ankles to the metal bar, it helps hold my legs apart. He then grabs each arm and fastens them underneath my body, so I have to rest my head to the side. Each wrist is placed in cuffs, which are attached to the bar. This naturally makes my hips rise, exposing my core. I feel every bit the whore I want to be for him. Not being able to move makes me even wetter than before.

With a rustle against the carpet, he walks to the side where my face is lying and presses a red rubber ball against my mouth. I’ve never had a gag before, but the sight of it also makes me hotter.

“Bite down.” As I do, he ties it around the back of my head.

Worried about what will happen next, my thighs quake as a crack splits the air. Another sharp bite lands on my ass from the whip. I cry into the gag. Somehow, the heat against my skin makes me want more. And less at the same time. It’s like my nerves are so confused, they convert the pain to pleasure.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me. Let me fuck you hard in the ass.” With another sharp snap, he uses the leather on me again. I’m sure to have marks tomorrow. And I don’t know how I’ll sit. A little air breaks through the ball gag as I realize, maybe he wants me not to sit so I’ll just be at his mercy all night.

Cool liquid drizzles onto my backside as I squirm. “This is an appetizer,” he says. Pressure builds on my tight hole as he pushes a plug inside. He uses slow, twisting motions, pulling in and out, getting me used to the feeling. Writhing back against it, I want it all the way in. I love the feeling. James had toyed with plugs in my ass before, so I quickly got used to the sensation. When it’s finally all in, my body relaxes with pleasure, but my pussy is desperate to be filled.

“Look how wet you are. Fuck, you love this. This is why we’re so good together, kitten.” With the sting of the whip, I cry tears of satisfaction. He’s right. With James, I didn’t know what I wanted. James wasn’t right for me or what I needed. He hindered my ability to explore my fantasies. Xavier has opened a new world for me, exposing my innermost desires.

I crave his control over my body while taking pleasure in the pain. This is why we work so well together.

At his last whip, my legs wobble. Absolutely desperate for him to fill me, I moan, my pussy feeling so empty of him, of his touch. As if he knows exactly what I need, he chooses that moment to bend behind me and lick his tongue through my wet folds. My back dips so I can arch into him as much as possible, whimpering into my gag.

He undresses, then the mattress shifts as he kneels behind me, placing his warm palm on my hip. Just the breeze of his fingers against my skin is almost enough to send me over the edge. With my fingers alone, I can clutch his thigh and hold on. Briefly, he rubs my hand on his leg as if encouraging the touch. “Slap here if you need to stop.”

After situating himself just at the edge of my entrance, he inhales deeply through his nose and says, “I can smell you. You need to be fucked. Nod your head if you do.”

Quickly, I nod against the velvety comforter, but just as I do, his big cock busts into my pussy, thrusting harshly into me. The fullness between him and the plug heightens any sensations I’ve ever had before. His balls smack against my clit as his hand hits my reddened ass and thighs. There’s no way I can resist with the bar spreading me wide open for him. I worry about what his big dick will do to my little asshole.

“So obedient. So compliant. I bet you’d let me do anything to you. You’d do anything I told you to do.” I whimper and nod again. When his dick is inside me like this, I will. My thoughts cease. All I know is the vacillations of the precipice of agony and soothing rapture.

The plug is ripped from my ass, and more lube drizzled into my gaping hole. He pulls out of my pussy and replaces himself with a vibrating rabbit-style dildo. It’s not as big as Xavier, and I already miss the feel of him. But when his dick teases the entrance of my asshole and he slowly pushes inside, I flinch.

With a smack on my outer thigh, he commands, “Relax, relax. Open up. Let your master control your body. Submit your ass to this cock. I’ll be the only one to enter it and conquer it.” Just thinking of allowing him full reign makes me calm. Each muscle starts to unwind until I tense up again with the pain of how big he is, crying out into my gag. My nails dig into his thigh, but I don’t want to tap it.

Xavier reaches down and turns up the vibration on my clit while pulling back slightly. My body loosens with pleasure, sinking against him. “There you go, kitten. Good girl.”

At an arduous pace, he seats himself fully in my ass. Then, he freezes. Like an animal, his deep groan rips from his chest. “Fuck! Fuck, I don’t want to come yet. You are so tight. Fuck, gonna come deep in your ass. Hold still. Don’t move.”

All I want is for him to move. It’s not painful, just uncomfortable. After letting loose a loud breath, he finally thrusts forward, dragging himself out slowly, then slams back in. He picks up his pace, pulling my thighs back into him each time he bangs my backdoor. His hand comes down with a hard slap on my butt, already hot from the whip. I jolt from the pain, my insides recoiling.

“Ugh, it feels so good when you do that.” He spanks me again, harder. I sob and involuntarily squeeze my pussy around the dildo, ass around his cock. I’m so full I don’t even have time to think about it. I fully explode, screaming into my gag. Tears leak from my eyes as the ecstasy of my orgasm takes over my body. My muscles clamp down so hard, I don’t think they’ll ever relax again, but finally they slowly start to pulse… All my brain knows is bliss, and I want to live in it. Just stay in this place where he’s using me like this over and over again.

“Oh, fuck, Marissa. That’s so tight I can’t… You’re strangling my dick. I won’t be able to pull out of your ass… Guess my cock lives here now.”

As the peak of my pleasure dissipates, my clit becomes too sensitive, and I try to wiggle the vibrator off me. Xavier slaps my ass repeatedly while plunging into my hole, the sensation helping ease my mind off the weird sensation in my pussy.

“You are such a dirty girl. Taking a big cock in your ass while tied up. Ugh… Not an anal virgin anymore. Dirty slut. You’re my slut, my little fuck toy now, aren’t you?” With his words, feeling used for his enjoyment like his object, it only takes him spanking me again for me to wail with another orgasm. My clit is too sore, but if the dildo stays there, I’ll come a third time.

“I’m gonna explode in your ass. You’ll love it. Sluts love cum in their assholes.” His cock throbs inside of me with anticipation of his release. Shoving his dick all the way up to his pubic bone, filling me whole, he sprays deep within me. The gag mutes my scream as I come again all over the dildo, sliding back onto Xavier to get him even deeper.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Only leaving his cock in my ass for a moment, he quickly pulls out with a pop. Everything runs out and dribbles down to my pussy and onto the bed. “I’ve owned all your holes now, kitten. I own all of you.”

Hurriedly, he moves to undo the restraints just as I begin to feel uncomfortable. As soon as he releases the gag and bar, I collapse onto the red velvet comforter. The sound of running water fills the room, and I realize I must’ve dozed off for a moment. When he returns from the bathroom, Xavier slides his naked body next to mine, encapsulating me within his formidable arms. His lips caress everywhere he can touch, my neck, back, cheeks, lips…while his hands gently massage my thighs and butt.

Softly, he tells me, “Go get cleaned up, beautiful, and I’ll join you in a bit.”

Walking feels funny. All our juices gush from between my legs as I stand. I’m glad for private time to clean up alone before getting into the hot bath. It’s a gorgeous clawfoot tub outfitted with a teak tray that holds a lit candle and a Bluetooth speaker. Settling into the bubbles, I rest my head against the puffy bath pillow until Xavier enters a few minutes later. His large body slides in behind me.

He moves my hair out of the way, massaging my shoulders as I rest my head against his hard chest. The hot water soothes my sore pussy and ass. Using a soft cloth, he washes my body with his soap. It smells like him, all rustic and manly, the scent so soothing, I’m almost asleep when he sits up. Once he steps out of the tub, he lifts me out, then helps me dry off. On the back of the door is an expensive cotton robe that he wraps around me, then surrounds his taut waist with a white towel.

When we reach the bedroom, a charcuterie board filled with delicacies lays in the middle of the bed. His side tables hold fresh glasses of water, along with some more candles. The entire atmosphere is highly romantic, a sharp contrast to the erotic scene we just performed. He takes such good care of me.

“Did you do all this?” I ask, the robe’s arm draping off my body as I wave it around the area.

He pulls me into his arms and sits me on the bed before joining me. “Yeah. You like?”

Picking up a grape, he feeds it to me as I nod enthusiastically. “Yes, definitely. Anything with cheese.”

Some weird, knowing smirk crosses his face as he gathers a piece of salami with some gouda and presses it to my lips before taking some for himself.

“When did you get this?” I ask, my mouth still full of my bite.

“I had it prepared before the party for our own after party. Ha, but while I was down there, Mason was running through the patio door and his cape got caught. He didn’t know it and kept going until his entire costume ripped off.” He starts to laugh so hard, he almost can’t finish the story, the sound so infectious, I join in while trying to hear the end. “Then…” Taking a big breath, he says, “Then he runs naked straight into the pool because everyone was laughing. But it hasn’t been covered yet. That water must be freezing!”

We both almost keel over, me mainly from watching how amused he is, almost choking on a cracker. Handing him a glass of water, he chugs it and smiles. “This night was perfect,” he says with heat in his eyes.

Swallowing, I meet his gaze. “Yeah, it was.” Everything about him is perfect. And after tonight, I feel like I can trust him with anything.

“You tired now?” he asks, setting the tray on his table across the room.

“Yeah.” Ditching my robe, I slide under his silky sheets. When he gets in, we assume our now regular sleeping position. Me, laying across his chest, one leg thrown over his hips as he strokes my hair. He flicks off the light and settles, but there’s something about him that seems more quiet than usual. His expression is serious, the line of his lips visible by the trail of moonlight peeking through the curtains.

Too exhausted to ask, I nuzzle against him.

Half dazed out in sleep, he presses his lips to my forehead and says, “I love you.”

Snapping awake, my eyes flash open. Trying to replay what just happened, I’m not sure if I truly heard him or just dreamed it. Lifting my head off his chest, my eyes meet his as he stares solemnly at my face. Clearly, he repeats, “I love you.”

All the emotions of the past months hit me until my eyes water. This is exactly the feeling I had been having, one I haven’t experienced before. With a tightened throat, I manage to say, “I love you, too, Xavier.”

His face softens as he kisses me, holding my chin. Breathing into my mouth, he says, “Say it again.”

“I love you, Xavier.”

He moans as I settle back on his chest, listening to his heart beating a steady rhythm. As I’m about to doze off again, he whispers, “I love you, Marissa. Goodnight.”