Chapter 28

Twenty-Eight

MARISSA

Shuffling off the bed, I drop to my knees and put my hands behind my back, staring at the floor. I don’t know what time it is, but I want to wait for him. The longer I wait, the more drenched my thighs become. Finally, the sound of the familiar shuffles meets my ears.

Xavier opens the door and closes it softly. Standing in front of me, his leather shoes fill my field of vision. Some strange, overwhelming desire grips me to reach out and lick his shoe, to just be able to touch him in any way. As if he can read my thoughts, he moves closer, but I don’t dare to look up.

“I smell your arousal. I can smell your pussy. Has my kitten missed me?” My heart races at his pet name for me as my clit pulses. This is working. He commands, “Lick my shoe.”

I bend at the order without hesitation and lap greedily against the smooth black surface, pulling my tongue back to wet it before plunging it onto his shoe again. Xavier’s breathy chuckle tickles my bare shoulders. “Hmm, I see I have broken you. Good girl.”

When he moves even closer, I can’t reach him any longer, so I sit back on my heels, keeping my head down. “Look up at me, slave.” Lifting my eyes to his with deference, with love, he seems to consider my face, maybe noticing a change there as his head tilts. Stooping, he reaches under my jaw to hold it while stroking my cheek with his broad thumb. His expression remains cold and detached, however. The feel of his touch sends sparks through my spine, and I close my eyes to remember it later.

“Are you ready for your first meal?”

“Yes, master,” I say, but not too eagerly. I don’t want him to know how much I’m looking forward to it. Sliding his hand to the back of my head, he places his cock inside my willing mouth and fucks my head. This time, however, I don’t struggle whenever he cuts off my air. I become the best hole for him to fuck, savoring every moment of it, craving his cum. I need it. I can’t live without having it inside me all the time. Whenever he glides back, I rub my face all over his sloppy, wet dick. He pats my face gently while I nuzzle on his balls.

“That’s it, kitten. Worship your god, my cock. Mmm, I can tell your cravings have set in.” He shoves in again and pumps harshly, as if attempting to see if I’ll gag or pull away. I let him do whatever he wants and enjoy hearing his groans and moans of approval for the first time in a while. Finally, I feel him throb and he slides back so the tip is laid on my tongue. Grunting, he says, “You deserve this reward. I’ll grant you your craving.” Spewing all over the inside of my mouth, he aims around my face so some lands on my cheeks and neck.

Scooping it all up with my finger, I slide the digit into my mouth and relish every bit before swallowing as slowly as I can. For the moment, I feel whole again with him filling my belly. I know it won’t last long, though, and I will need another dose again soon. I lower my face to the floor in reverence.

Xavier raises my face with his hand under my chin ever-so tenderly. Petting my hair, he says, “You’re such a good pet, kitten.” When he leaves to get my tray, I’m not as hungry as before, being full of his cum. I don’t need anything else as long as I have his nourishment.

After he sets the food down, he turns to me. “I think you’re starting to want to stay.”

And he’s right. He’s always been right.

The hours pass.My belly is full of the food he left. I’m as clean and presentable as possible, given my current tools. While I rest, I mentally design a nursery in our cabin downstairs. I imagine what our baby will look like. I fantasize about our future days on the lake, cooking dinner together, getting into arguments about stupid things, and having makeup sex in the hot tub.

As I sense my master’s approach, I settle into position and wait. Once again, I flush with arousal between my thighs the longer I sit. It’s almost more natural to stay in this position than any other by now.

My master opens the door more eagerly than the morning’s visit, chuckling with something like joy. As if he’s surprised, he says, “Kitten must miss her owner. She’s being such a good kitty today.” He sniffs the air. “And you’re soaking the air with your scent. Take your place on the breeding bench.”

I do just as he instructs. Automatically, he reaches for the lube, like I’ll choose ass again. But he is still so good to give me the choice. “Ass, pussy, or mouth.”

“Pussy, master.”

Silence cuts through the moist air. Master waits so long that I almost break position to see if he’s still there.

“Ass, pussy, or mouth?” he asks again.

“Pussy, master. Please fuck my pussy.”

He doesn’t move. The cap of the lube is shut.

His face appears as he kneels beside me…and it’s my Xavier. The cold, harsh master is gone, and I can finally breathe now that he’s back. Brushing a piece of my hair out of my face, his chest heaves quickly. “Marissa, I was angry. I haven’t given you your birth control. Are you sure?”

Swallowing, I nod. “Yes, please, master. Fuck my pussy. Breed me, master.”

Tears flood his eyes, and at that sight, a cry escapes my throat, emotion spilling over onto my cheeks. Hurriedly, his fingers unbind my wrist and ankle restraints. His arms gather me into a tight hold against his body as he slumps to the floor with us. My sobs cause me to shake uncontrollably in his comforting embrace. Squeezing his biceps, he wraps his legs around mine, threading his hands in my hair. His face moves to kiss me passionately, but it’s so messy and desperate that we bump noses and almost bite each other’s lips off. Sticking out his tongue, he gently gathers my falling drops of relief.

Rocking me in his arms, he murmurs against my neck, “I love you, Marissa. I love you. I’m sorry. I should have told you about the inheritance. We don’t have to do this. I just have to have you⁠—”

Interrupting him, I say, “I love you, Xavier. I want to get married. Now. I want to have your baby. Now. I’m so sorry I didn’t trust you. You’ve given me everything. You’ve given me life…a life I’ve dreamed of having and one I can only have with you. I’ll never threaten to leave again. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours. I’m yours, Xavier.”

His blue eyes glisten when I pull back to look into them, our connection undeniable at this point. There’s no going back. I’m his. And probably always was. I belong to him.

With desperation, his lips cling to mine as he parts them with his tongue, then stands and carries me to the bed. Laying me on my back, he spreads my legs. Staring at me for a moment, he then ravages my cunt like a starving man. His thick middle finger he slides inside is enough for me to hump, then come all over his face while screaming his name. It’s been days with pent-up lust. When he continues to lick and suck on my clit, I come again.

“Xavier, please. I mean it. Please fuck my pussy. I’m ready.”

The warm breaths of his chuckle tickle my thighs, which erupt with goosebumps. “Kitten, I want to. I just don’t want to do it in this fucking dungeon.”

He helps me sit up while I’m still panting from the last orgasm. Slipping my body onto his lap as he sits down, he strokes my hair gently. With his lips pressed onto my temple, he says, “I’m going to take you home. I’m going to pamper you. And then I’m going to put a baby inside of you. Would you like that?”

Nodding rapidly, I say, “Yes, very much. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He finds my outfit from the party and brings it to me, helping me dress. His hand is smooth and warm as he holds mine and leads me up the rickety stairs from the basement. I wait in the entry while he grabs my coat and purse.

On our way to the house, I relax in his Land Rover with the heat blazing on me, warming me all over. Before we leave, Xavier hands me a cozy blanket, a bag of popcorn, and a bottle of water. As he drives, he keeps his hand on my thigh, his eyes darting over at me as if I’d been lost and he just found me.

“How long has it been?” I ask him in a daze.

“Six days. It’s Friday night.”

“Oh. Does⁠—”

“Your family and friends think you’ve been sick with the flu. They knew you were with me. I told the school you were sick and got your assignments. I had my personal, well, our doctor write you an excuse for the missed lectures. I paid a brother in your class to write your paper for you… It’s pretty good if you want to use it.”

He thought of everything.

“What were you going to do if I was down there another week? A month?”

“I couldn’t stand it, Marissa. I was going to let you out tonight and try something else. The distance…it was driving me mad.” He pauses. “When I saw your eyes this morning, I thought maybe there was a chance we could talk things out. That you’d hear me out and be with me.”

Almost interrupting him, I rush to tell him my feelings. “I should have listened to you instead of trying to run away, not trusting you. I know you love me, and the money means nothing to you. I understand you want to help your family. They’ll be my family, too. Our children’s legacy… We were going to get married and have kids anyway, so may as well do it and help Cardell Enterprises while we’re at it.”

Xavier grabs my hand, lifts it to his mouth, kissing each knuckle. “Seriously, I will give it up for you. We can wait. I’ll wait for you forever. But you’ve got about twenty minutes to change your mind, beautiful. Otherwise, I’m blowing up that cunt with my sperm.”

“Oh, what a thing to tell the grandchildren…” I laugh, but there is no way I want to change my mind.

Arriving at the cabin, Xavier carries me across the threshold and straight to the hot tub. We drop our clothes and step in, the warm water soothing every discomfort I had over the last week. To help, he sits underneath me, massaging my muscles all over, kissing my neck, ears, and back, rubbing his fingers through my hair and on my scalp. I’m putty in his crafty hands.

Twisting around in his lap, I wrap my legs around his waist, arms around his neck. He stands, holding me by my butt cheeks, and slides inside my pussy. Our eyes lock onto each other’s, the sensation of missing him overwhelming me, filling me with longing for this man, for everything he is. The good parts and the bad. I want it all. If he thought he was obsessed with me, I’m more so with him. I need him. I can’t survive without him.

As he pounds up into me, his cock twitches already. Neither of us will last long. I throw my head back with the pleasure he gives me with each slap of his hips. “Look at me, love. I’m going to breed you. I’m going to put my baby inside you now. You still want that?”

“Yes, Xavier, please, please.”

“I need you to come with me… Come with me and push this cum into your womb. You ready? Come with me, beautiful.” His face crinkles along with mine as we both groan and yell in sync. We’re fully one now. His waves of hot cum enter my pussy, filling me completely.

Our mouths collide, sucking the breath from one another. He stays inside me as long as possible before he sits down with me still in his lap.

“Give me ten. Then we’re going again…and again…and again…”

I laugh and tuck my head into the crook of his neck while he gathers me in his protective embrace.

It’s going to be a long night.