by Xyla Turner
Xavier lived in the middle of a circular housing development. All of the other houses surrounded the building he lived in, which was an odd setup. We entered his building and the concierge greeted him at the door by name. Xavier introduced me to Deek, then told him that if I ever needed access, to let me up. The concierge wrote my name in a book and took my picture, stating that this would not be a problem. Xavier grabbed my hand, leading me to an elevator that stood alone on the back wall. There was no buttons or a keypad in site, only a small slit for a key. It dawned on me, he probably owned this place. I asked him if he did, but he did not say anything.
“Do you own this building?” I asked louder, but it echoed within the elevator.
“Yeah, why?” he asked like he was preparing for an argument.
“No reason, you have your own key, Deek seems to go out of his way for you and you seem at ease, like you are home. That’s all.” I replied.
He looked at me and then said, “Yeah, Matthew and I own the lot of them.”
WOW. This man was not only rich, but smart.
I nodded my head, “Wow.”
He looked a little shy in that moment. He lowered his gaze to the floor, as if he was trying to fight from asking me something. Then curiosity won out because he asked, “Is my money a problem for you?”
Good question, I thought.
“Your money is not a problem for me, why do you ask?”
He seemed to think about how to phrase the question then, he said, “It seems like every time we get in a heated discussion, you throw that out there like it bothers you. I said something about your apartment and you mentioned it and you mentioned it again about me ordering a dossier on you. I don’t want us to argue, but I do want us to discuss it, before we go further.”
The elevator chimed at the right time. Briefly I thought I was saved by the bell. I was not sure how open I could be with him about my hang-ups because again, I was not sure if he was the “right one” I needed in my life right now. He would be the one I wanted in my bed, but not long term. Would he replace Kevin? I did not want that, I wanted a keeper, not more filler. Guys like him did not replace fuck buddies. I decided since this would not be long term, that I would explain to him some of my issues.
We stepped out of the elevator, literally stepping into his suite. The front door was the actual elevator.
WOW.
The suite had wall-to-wall carpet, so I figured that was why he took off his shoes at the door. I followed suit because the last thing I wanted to do was stain his pretty cream colored carpet, with my smelling Nikes. There was no doubt that I was smelly and sweaty, but at this point, there was nothing to do about that. He grabbed my hand, pulling me to his front, then he kissed me chastely on the lips. I wrapped my arms around him, when he asked, “What have you done to me?”
I chuckled, “I’ve done nothing.”
He stared at me, “No, you’ve done something.”
He kept holding on and staring at me with this new look of desire, admiration, and confusion, like he was lost.
“You look lost, Mr. Andrews.”
“I feel lost.”
“Why?” I asked.
He looked into my eyes, “So, my money isn’t a problem for you, but …”
Pulling me towards the kitchen, we both sat at the bar. He reached down and grabbed a water out of the wine cooler that was filled with bottles of water and not wine or alcohol or any sort. I wondered if he drank alcohol. He put one water in front of me and pulled another water out to unscrew the cap for himself.
I sighed. “Your money doesn’t bother me, but I do not like rich people who do not put their money to good use. I’m not saying give all your riches away, but I don’t like the notion that people struggle every day for $5 or lose their homes for $5000, when others easily throw that away. It’s my own internal struggle, I know.”
He said, “You are a successful woman who has a six-figure salary, so, how do you balance those things out, by living where you live? Do you think it’s hypocritical when you have a personal chef, drive a BENZ, and drop $200 on a meal when others are getting their gas cut off for half that?”
Damn and he said he didn’t want to fight. How do I get off this floor again?
“As I stated, it’s my own internal struggle that I try to balance and not always successful at it. I know that one day I will have more than I do now, but I want to be sure that I live my life with a giving mentality and not always about what I can get. I know that’s not the way of the world, but I think Oprah hit on something. It’s the law of reaping and sowing.”
He stared at me for a beat and nodded. Then he said, “Yes, Xena, you will be rich too one day.”
At his words, the water caught in my throat, causing me to choke. Xavier patted my back with concern etched on his face.
“W-what?” I asked.
He didn’t answer, but asked, “Are you on birth control?”
Now, we are talking.
“Yes, I’m on birth control,” I responded, knowing that he should already know this if he had a dossier put together about me.
He nodded, “Is there anything I should know about your sexual history?”
That was a weird way to ask me if I had incurred any STDs. Again, I know he should know this, but whatever.
I sighed, “I’ve had chlamydia before when I was a teenager.”
Here we go. I won’t have to escape off the floor, he will escort me off the floor. To my surprise, he nodded and said, “I contracted gonorrhea in my late 20s and I’ve wrapped it up ever since. I visit the clinic twice a year and I just went two weeks ago and can show you my bill of health.”
I nodded, “I just went to see the OBGYN three months ago and my bill of health is at my apartment, but I go back in three weeks.”
He looked at me suspiciously and said, “You need to take care of that ASAP because I want nothing between us.”
“Why don’t we just wait until I go back to the doctor before doing anything? Plus, I’m out of the country next week, so I can’t go to the doctor until at least three weeks from now.”
Uh oh.
“What?” he asked.
“I said, we should wait until I come back from the doctors.”
“No, the ‘I am out of the country part’.”
“Oh yes, I’m going to Italy for two weeks. It’s a well-deserved vacation that I splurged on.”
“Who are you going with?”
“My friend. We’ve planned this for over a year.”
“What friend, I need a name.”
“Come on, Xavier, don’t start this now. We were having a civilized conversation without the Dominant crap. Can we keep that?”
“Name, now!”
I shake my head.
“Millan.”
I shut down because he just pissed me off.
“Why am I just hearing about this?”
I don’t answer him.
“Xena!”
I remained silent as I continued to take sips of my water. He stood up, pulling me up with him. Then he whispered in my ear, “Until you see the doctor for birth control, we will use condoms.”
Utterly pissed, I refuse to acknowledge that the man spoke. So he continued to pull me behind him as we passed several rooms, entered a huge bedroom, which I would guess is the master and we ended up in a large bathroom. Xavier briefly released me to turn on the shower, while I gapped at the monstrosity that stood before me. This shower stall could fit a whole basketball team, as it had sprinklers coming from every wall and at every angle. I had never seen anything like this before.
Once he returned his attention back to me, he unzipped my jacket, lifted my shirt, pulled off my sports bra, and pulled down my jogging pants with panties. He motioned for my feet, so I held on to his back, so I could shift my weight and lift each foot for him to remove my socks. Quickly, he removed his shirt, jeans and toed off his socks. There he stood in his Calvin Klein black briefs, displaying the chiseled abdominal of an at
hlete with a sprinkling of light hair on his chest and near his pelvic area. I swear he could have been a Calvin Klein model, especially the way he removed them while staring in my eyes the entire time.
Finally, he took my hand to pull me in the shower. Xavier poured Dove body wash onto a new loofa and proceeded to wash me. Every single inch of me. Then, he took Summers Eve intimate wash, he must have found out what I use, and washed my lady parts. His hands down there felt so good, thus reminding me of that evening he spanked me in my apartment. Everything started to tingle again, but I was trying to be good because he had not made a serious move on me yet. Instead, he started to wash himself when he was done with me. When he finished soaping up, he changed the setting on the crazy shower to massage and the water started to spurt at us in different rhythms.
Oh, that felt good.
Xavier turned me around so my back was to his chest, pressed me against the shower wall, while whispering, “Baby, forgive me.”
I still did not respond.
He kept whispering, “I get possessive about you…I feel like I just got you back and now, we’ll be separated for an extended amount of time.”
I get that, which is another reason why I did not actually plan to tell him, which was stupid in hindsight. However, I had a life outside of him and I would not move things in my life to accommodate him when I was not sure about him completely and he would just have to get used to that - or not.
“Baby girl, don’t be mad at me,” he cooed.
His hand grazed my stomach, but kept descending towards my center. He knew what would get me talking or screaming, oh but he knew.
He kept whispering in my ear, “Let me show you how much I missed you.”
He parted my wet lips and ran his middle finger between them, rubbing my clit. I held in my moan. Then, he dipped his middle finger in my core and pushed in. I arched back into him, but he pushed forward pinning me to the shower wall that had the different nozzles hitting my body at full speed. My body felt like it was being attacked in the most erotic way 10 different places. Xavier rubbed my clit with his thumb and moaned his eagerness in my ear. He stuck another finger in, then started to move with a rhythm. Oh, I could not hold in that moan.
He nipped my ear, then cooed, “That’s my girl.”
He kept rubbing my clit, pushing in and out with his fingers, urging me to the edge. I was so close to climaxing and he must have known it because he pulled out, turned me around, and dropped to his knees. Lifting my left leg up to wrap around his shoulder, he inserted two fingers back in my wetness, and latched on to my clit with his mouth, as I started to rock against his face. Xavier on his knees looked so hot, I grabbed his head to grind my sex in his face as I gyrated all over it in order to get off. I was so close. He was staring at me with intense heat in his eyes, like he was close to the edge as well. He looked like a man possessed, out of control and caught in a snare by the woman he was kneeling in front of as he silently pleaded. In that intense moment, it hit me that I brought this powerful, strong, alpha man to his knees, which induced my climax. I came right in his mouth as we continued to stare at each other, knowing what he could not say, but that I just figured out. He was offering me himself, letting me know that he belonged to me as well.
12 FINALLY
Xavier led me out of the shower and wrapped me in the most luxurious towel I had ever had the pleasure of feeling against my skin. It felt like clouds, like it was barely there. The life of the rich and famous must be nice. He wrapped a towel around his waist, while ushering me towards the door.
His bedroom was huge, while his bed was equally large. This was no king size bed, I could tell, it had to be custom made. The furniture was dark on the surrounding walls and there was a huge walk-in closet with a humongous television on the wall opposite the bed. That was definitely larger than a 65” display. The man knew how to live. Simple, but elegant. He had two paintings on the walls, but besides that, he did not have anything significant, like pictures or knick-knacks on the top of dressers. I concluded that he was either a neat freak or he had a maid.
When I stepped fully in the room, he pushed me towards the bed, but I made a detour to his walk-in closet. He tried to grab for me, but I quickly sped up and ran into the gigantic space he called a closet. My goodness. It was as big as the bedroom on the other side. He had a wall of shoes, another wall of sneakers, another wall of shirts, walls of pants, jeans, suits, tux, ties, bow-ties, socks, scarves, etc. I felt like I just walked into a Marshalls or ROSS store for men. He did have great taste; I had to give him that.
I could feel him right behind me. His breath was even, but his energy was erratic. The sexual tension was like a heavy cloud that consumed both of us. I knew when he had enough because he snatched my robe off and picked me up by my waist. Wrapping my legs around him with my arms around his neck, he proceeded to carry me out of the massive closet and laid me on his bed. Standing above me, he gave me the same look he gave me at my place, like I was a sacrifice he was about to partake in. With one movement, his towel dropped and he was kneeling on the bed. He reached over me to grab the remote, pressing some buttons. Usher blasted through the surround sound system, which must have been placed discreetly around the entire room since “You Got It Bad” seemed to be coming at me from every angle. He climbed over me with his elbow near my head, flipping over to his back to put me on top of him.
What? Was Mr. Dominant attempting to relinquish power?
I was too caught up to gloat or even act like I wanted to acknowledge that this man was acting out of character. Leaning down, I kissed him hard. He grabbed my head to pull me closer as I bit his lip and nipped on his tongue. My lips moved to the side so I could continue to give him open kisses on his neck, before I bit it. He dropped his hands and groaned loudly. I could feel him fisting the sheets because the high ply garments tightened under my knees. I wanted him to lose complete control, so I moved down his body to kiss and suck on his nipples. Bringing them to hard points, I began to pinch them, until he groaned again. My lips descended to his chiseled abs, as I traced each peak with my tongue, until I reached his pelvis.
The bed moved when he lifted his head to see where I was going. Then he groaned, “Baby.”
In the shower, I tried not to look at him in all his glory, well, not his cock because I did not want to freak out. I knew he was big, just from his physique, one could tell he was not carrying a small package. Now, I had a full, up close view of his glorious cock. It was brown, hard and defined just like him. His penis was absolutely beautiful and I am not a big fan of the look, but this one was divine. I fisted his dick with both hands, sliding them up and down his hot, velvety hard skin. God, he felt good. There was pure agony in his eyes. Here I was kneeling between his legs with my ass in the air, waging it so he could see and leaning over him getting ready to lick him.
He hissed, “Yes, baby.”
Not wanting to keep him waiting much longer, I licked the head, while stroking it up and down with my hands.
“Christ, baby. Yess,” he hissed.
I licked my lips and wrapped my whole mouth around his hard dick, trying to go as far down as possible. His dick hit the back of my mouth, causing me to moan. He knifed up, moving my hair out of the way, so he could see. His hands got tight in my hair and I knew he was about to lose control. I moaned around him, letting it go further in my mouth, so it hit the side of my mouth. He hissed, “God, baby, you know how I like it.”
He pulled my hair so I had no choice but to let his dick out of my mouth. He twisted and kneeled in the bed, then he took both his hands, grabbing my hair and said, “Baby, suck on it like a good girl. Daddy wants to see you.”
Goddamn.
I eagerly, spread my knees wide, poked my ass out further, and bent down to wrap my mouth around his dick. This time, he was in control. He held my head still, by holding my hair with both his hands and stroking himself in and out of my mouth. He pushed in further and further. I relaxed my jaw, so I could take more,
while trying to move closer, but he held me still and kept stroking.
He moaned, “Oh baby, that’s how I like it.”
I moaned in response. I wanted him to like what I was doing to him. Relaxing my throat even more, in an attempt to take him whole, but he was simply too thick and extremely long. He gripped my hair tighter, said, “Yes, baby – make it good for Daddy”
He kept stroking then his grip tightened, “Swallow it all.”
He grunted, stroked all the way in as I tried to swallow all of it. It was warm and a little tingly in the back of my throat. He pulled out, but I moved into him more so I could capture his essence.
“That’s my good girl.”
He released my hair, so he could wipe the side of my mouth. I licked his finger, using my tongue to pull it in my mouth to suck. He groaned, “God, you are fuckin’ amazing.”
Xavier pulled his finger out my mouth, reached over me to palm my ass with one hand. He asked me, “You wet for me, baby?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Always wet for me.”
I nodded my response.
Xavier leaned over me, grabbed a condom, and ripped it open to slowly put it on. I watched in fascination as the plastic concealed his perfect hardness. He just came and was ramrod still straight. He leaned down, “Baby, I’ve waited what seems like an eternity for this.”
I moaned as he gazed into my eyes. All of a sudden his weight is on me and he was right outside the folds of my lips. I move my hips up to take him, but he continued to stare at me, then he said, “Look at me while I fuck you. Don’t look anywhere else.”
“Okay.”
He slid in my wet channel, causing me to gasp. This is one of the best moments of having sex, when a man first slides in your wet and willing heat. Xavier was so big, he completely consumed every part of me. He had to rock a little, before he was able to get in balls deep. I almost closed my eyes, but I would not because I wanted him to see. He kissed my open mouth, then started to move with long hard thrusts. His entire weight was on my body as he was stroking the shit out of me. My moaning, purring, and scratching his back, his ass and his neck did not slow him down. He was riding the hell out of me, so I tried to match his rhythm, but he was working those hips too fast.
