Chapter 25

Chapter Twenty-Five

I ’m speechless. I don’t know how to feel, what to think. The one thing that is clear is Xavier’s innocence. There is no way he did whatever that woman is claiming. He respects women. I’ve been watching him for years. I would have known if he was a creep who went around assaulting people.

It’s not until we’re walking into his apartment that I break the silence that has fallen over us. “You are good enough, Xavier.” I can’t believe he’d ever think he wasn’t enough for me. I’ve been trying to prove that I can be the girlfriend he deserves, and all this time, he’s been trying to be enough for me.

“What?” He peers up at me. I can see the hurt in his eyes. He thinks he’s lost me. He hasn’t. I’m upset. I’m frustrated I had to find out from a reporter. But I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere.

“I said… you are good enough for me. You’ve always been enough for me. You don’t have anything to prove.” He looks at me for a long, silent moment. Just staring into my eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, Xavier,” I promise him. “I’m here, and I’m not going to disappear or walk out because we had an argument.”

“Dance with me?” he says, holding out an open palm.

“There’s no music.” I laugh and take his offered hand.

“Your laughter is all the music I need.” He pulls me into his arms and starts swaying side to side. “I was really looking forward to dancing with you tonight.”

“You can dance with me any night of the week, Xavier. We don’t need a fancy gala for that.” I tighten my arms around his neck as we move to an imaginary beat.

“You really are too fucking perfect, too fucking good for me,” he says, leaning down and capturing my lips with his.

I pull away and ask, “Is there anything else you’re hiding from me? We need to make a pact not to keep secrets from each other, Xavier. We need to be honest with each other if we want this to work.”

He stops moving. “There is one thing…” he says.

“What?” I ask, trying to wiggle out of his hold. He doesn’t let me; he holds on tighter.

“I made an appointment with a gynaecologist for you. I want to go and see a doctor, so I know what I can do to prevent you from passing out ever again.”

“I… I don’t know if that’s sweet or straight-up weird,” I tell him.

He shrugs. “I don’t like not knowing what’s happening with your body. I take my boyfriend responsibilities very seriously. Taking care of you is at the top of the list.”

“Oh yeah? Is giving me multiple, mind-numbing orgasms every night on that list of responsibilities by any chance?” I ask him.

“Right underneath making sure you have everything you need and you’re healthy and safe.”

“Okay, well, I’ve never felt safer than I do when I’m in your arms. And I’m healthy. So I think it’s time you took me to bed, Mr Christianson, and live up to that list of yours.” The next thing I know, Xavier bends at the waist. Picking me up, he throws me over his shoulder. “Oh shit! Do not drop me,” I yell as he walks down the hall into the bedroom.

“I would never drop you, babe,” he says, right before I’m flying through the air. I land on a cloud of softness. The bed. “Don’t move. We’re going to play a little game tonight.”

“What game?”

“It’s called how many orgasms can Shardonnay take before she passes out.”

“Oh, I like the sound of this game.” I rest up on my elbows and watch him disappear into his closet.

He comes back into the room with a handful of ties. “Stand up.”

I follow his instructions, positioning myself in front of him. Xavier walks behind me and undoes the zip on the back of my dress, pushing the sleeves off my shoulders, and the material pools at my feet.

“Fuck, I love your skin. It’s so fucking smooth, so flawless.”

I shiver as his finger trails the length of my spine before hooking into my G-string and tugging it down my thighs.

I feel his lips press to each of my ass cheeks. “I love this ass,” he says reverently. “I want you to tell me to stop if it gets to be too much.”

“Okay.” I doubt I’d ever tell him to stop. I love everything he does to me.

“Hands behind your back.”

Crossing my wrists just above my ass, I wait as he secures my arms together with one of the silk ties. I test the strength of the hold. I can’t wriggle out of this. He then brings something around to my face. Another tie. Xavier wraps it around my eyes, knotting it behind my head.

“Tonight, we’re going to play with your senses. I’m going to deprive some of them while highlighting others,” he whispers into my ear.

Next, I feel something come down on my head, sitting over my ears. Headphones? He’s putting headphones on me. Soft piano music is all I can hear. I attempt to make out anything past it, listen for him, but I can’t. “I can’t hear you,” I say aloud.

Lifting one of the earphones, he says, “That’s the plan,” before dropping it back in place. Xavier’s hands land on my hips and I jump. I can’t see him. I can’t hear him. He pushes my body forward and I fall onto the bed, my legs hanging off what must be the edge of the mattress.

I’m helpless as I lie here and wait. What is he going to do? My heart is beating so fast in anticipation. I yelp when I feel his hands spread my legs open wider. I wish I could hear him. I love hearing his filthy words. But those thoughts go out the window when I feel his tongue slide through my slick folds, circling around my puckered rear hole.

“Oh god!” I tense. I can’t even admit to myself how much I like anal play. It seems like something I shouldn’t enjoy. But, God, do I like what Xavier does down there. He licks me a few more times before I can’t feel him anymore. His hands aren’t on me. I don’t know if he’s still behind me or not. I jump when vibrations hit my clit. “Oh shit,” I yell out.

Xavier’s arm holds my back flat on the bed as he runs whatever vibrating toy he has over my clit, around and around.

“Oh god, Xavier, I’m going to,” I moan and wriggle as a heightened orgasm rips through my whole body. I feel something cold squirt on my ass. Xavier’s fingers rub along the hole, poking inside. My hips push back towards him, seeking more.

Then I feel something larger pressing against my ass. I don’t know what it is, but Xavier slides it into me, and my every nerve ending is alight as whatever it is starts vibrating.

“Holy Mother of God, fuck!” This is too much. I don’t know if I can handle it.

Every inch of me feels overstimulated. Xavier’s fingers thrust into my pussy. He pumps in and out of me and presses against the vibrator in my ass. I need more. I attempt to grind back into him, but I’m basically immobile as I lie here with my hands tied.

“More, I want more, Xavier. I want you,” I say, or at least I think I verbalise the thought. I’m assuming I did when he removes his fingers and I feel the tip of his cock pushing at the entrance of my pussy. “Yes!” I push back a little.

It’s so tight. I’m not sure if he’s going to fit. But damn it, I want to feel him inside me. Xavier thrusts forward slowly until he’s buried all the way. He stays buried to the hilt and starts moving the thing in my ass around. In and out. I’m reduced to nothing more than a writhing mess. I can feel myself leaking down my inner thighs.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” I say as my body tenses with another orgasm. Xavier thrusts into me until I come back down again.

Suddenly, he rips the toy out of my ass, the headphones off my ears. “I’m going to fuck this ass, babe. Do you want my cock to fill your ass, Shardonnay?”

“I-I don’t know,” I tell him. I’m scared. I don’t know if I can.

“I need a yes or a no, babe,” he says, inserting his finger in my ass.

“Ah, fuck, yes,” I grit out between clenched teeth.

“Thank fuck! If you need me to stop, tell me and I will,” he grunts, lining up the tip of his cock with the entrance of my ass. I’ve had a few boyfriends before Xavier, but the things I’ve done with him I’ve never done with anyone else. Including this.

He pushes in a little before sliding out and thrusting back inside. He repeats this motion, getting a bit farther, deeper, each time. He’s stretching me so much. It hurts but the pain succumbs to a pleasure like nothing I’ve felt before.

“Fuck, your ass feels so damn good, babe,” Xavier groans as he buries himself fully. “Are you good?” he asks.

“Uh-huh, I’m sooo good,” I moan, pushing my ass back towards him.

Xavier starts to slowly thrust in and out of my ass. It’s such an odd sensation, definitely not as horrible as I thought it would be. One of his hands comes around, underneath the front of me, and when his fingers find my clit, I don’t just see stars. I see the whole damn galaxy. How is it possible for orgasms to get more and more intense?

“Fuck me, you’re squeezing the fuck out of my cock,” Xavier growls. He thrusts harder. One, two, three more times before he’s emptying himself inside me.

I must black out, because I come to with what I assume is Xavier’s finger now in my ass. I smile when I realise what he’s doing. Marking his territory with that little X of his.