Chapter 20 Declan
When I hear Xavier laugh at the little fucker while I take a call from my uncle, I see red. Xavier is mine, but he is laughing and smiling at someone else. He’s giving that fucker what belongs to me. When Xavier says that he isn’t coming out of the changing area, I run out of patience.
“Turn around.”
“Fuck you, I won’t.”
I back him up against the mirror and grip his throat before he can react.
I watch as his pupils dilate. I’ve noticed it before when I do it to him.
Social cues aren’t something I recognize easily, but a body’s reaction to stimuli is.
All of the hours I spend extracting information help me with that.
So yeah, I can see from his response that he likes it, even though he is telling himself he shouldn’t.
I apply a little pressure and lean in so that my lips barely brush his ear.
“I want to see how good you look in the clothes. I want to know that you like them. I can’t do that if you hide in here, unless you want me in here with you.
That’s also an option.” I kiss my way along his jaw and then take his mouth in a hard kiss.
It triggers another reaction I recognize: surrender.
His stiff posture relaxes into the kiss. “Now choose,” I say, breaking the kiss.
“I’ll come out.”
“Too bad. I was really hoping for the second option.”
“I know you’re going to do what you want and buy me a bunch of stuff, but is all of this really necessary? I mean, come on, when would I ever wear a tux?” Xavier whines.
“At the Gala in a couple of weeks. It’s black tie, so you need one.”
“Gala? What gala and why am I going?”
“It’s to raise money and awareness for my aunt’s foundation for abused women and children.
” I run my nose along his cheek and back down.
“And you are going to be my date.” I nip his neck right below his ear.
My body presses tightly against his, and I can feel his arousal.
I reach between us and grip his cock through his pants.
He’s hard for me. I rub my palm up and down his length. He exhales a moan.
“You seem tense, and you need to relax.” I turn him to face the mirror with my hand still around his throat, his back against my front.
Unbuttoning his pants and lowering his zipper, I reach inside his briefs and grip his bare cock.
It’s the first time that I’ve touched another man’s dick.
I thought it would feel strange, but it doesn’t.
The little sounds that Xavier’s making have me hard as a brick.
I know what feels good to me, so I do the same to him.
He’s already leaking precum, so I twist my fingers around the head of his cock, gathering it up.
I stroke down his shaft. He moans softly again, and I notice his eyes are closed.
“Open your eyes and look at us in the mirror. I want you to watch as you fall apart and cum for me.” I quicken my pace when he does as I command.
I increase the pressure on his throat and bite his earlobe.
His breathing is now coming in quick pants.
“I’m gonna cum.” It’s the only warning before he spills his seed.
Some of it hits the mirror, and the rest runs over my still-moving hand.
I look at it. What does it taste like? For some reason, that becomes the most important thing to me.
I raise my hand and bring it to my lips.
I watch Xavier in the mirror watch me as I lick my fingers.
The salty flavor hits my tongue, and I want more of it.
I clean my hand off like a cat washing its paw.
When I’m done, I grab several tissues from a box on the small table and clean myself and the mirror.
“Now try on your new clothes. It’s getting close to dinnertime, and I need to feed you.” I step away from him and return to my seat.
“You make it sound like I’m your pet or something,” Xavier mumbles before snatching the curtain closed again.
It takes him well over an hour to finally finish trying on everything.
He looks good in everything, so I buy it all.
Sherry already knows where to have them all delivered.
I also have Xavier put back on one of the outfits that he looks especially good in.
The coral colored cotton shirt is really soft, and Xavier kept running his hands over it.
It’s paired with tight skinny jeans that hug his ass perfectly.
To be as small as he is, he has a luscious, round ass.
We head for my car. Xavier has been quiet for a while. I open the car door for him, and after he gets in and his door shuts, I make my way around to the driver’s side. He’s staring out the side window, facing away from me. I want to know what he is thinking.
“Xavier, look at me.” He turns toward me. He has a strange look on his face, and I have no idea how to read it. “Is there something wrong?”
“Is there something wrong? Did you really just ask me that? You just spent over ten thousand dollars in that store on clothes for me. Do you know how insane that is? And for what? Why did you do that?”
“Because I wanted to. You need nice things.”
“Is it really that I need nice things, or is it that I need nice things to be seen with you? You need to dress me up like some fucking doll, so I don’t embarrass you in public? So I look like I come from your world?”
“What the fuck are you talking about? First of all, I don’t get embarrassed.
Especially not by being seen with you. Second of all, I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks.
” He goes to turn his head again, but I stop him.
Leaning over so that we are eye to eye, I say, “I want you to have nice things, live in a nice place, drive a nice car, and eat nice food. I am trying to understand why you have a problem with that.” He mumbles something that I can’t quite hear. “I didn’t hear you.”
“I said no one has ever been this nice to me.”
“I’m nice to you. You need to accept it because I’m not stopping.” I kiss his lips, but keep it short. We need to eat. “What would you like for dinner?”
“I have no idea. I don’t eat out much unless it’s fast food or from the café.” He’s starting to squirm in his seat. “I’ve got no idea of what is around here.” He picks at his fingers in his lap.
“I can decide.” As soon as I get the words out, his shoulders relax. “Do you like it when I make the decisions?” He leans his head back on the headrest and turns to face me.
“Is it bad that I actually do? I shouldn’t, but I do.
I’ve been on my own for so long that I don’t know what it’s like to have someone help me decide things, even little things like what to eat.
Sometimes,” his voice breaks a little and his breath hitches, “sometimes I want to be taken care of and not have to think about everything or be responsible for everything. I know that is part of being an adult.”
“Then why do you fight me?”
“I’m scared,” he whispers.
“Of what? Of me?” Did he think I would really hurt him? Yes, I’m controlling and like to dominate him, but I don’t want to hurt him.
“Yes and no.”
“It’s either one or the other, Xavier.”
“No, I don’t think you would physically hurt me. But yes, I think you could hurt me in other ways. I’m scared to let you in. What happens when you want me to leave? I get used to having someone, just to be thrown away again.”
Cupping the side of his face, I kiss him. “You’re mine, Xavier. I take care of what is mine, and I won’t give you up. It’s the way I am wired.”
“You can’t know that.”
“Oh, but I do. You will have to trust me on that. Now, let’s get something to eat.
” I pull out of the parking space and head to a little restaurant that I’m fond of.
It’s only a short drive, and I park again.
Xavier meets me in front of the car, and, placing my hand on the small of his back, I lead him inside.
The restaurant specializes in French cuisine.
I want him to like it. We are led to a table near the front windows of the dining room.
Xavier’s looking at the menu with a scowl on his face.
“Do you not like French food?”
“I don’t know. I have never had it. I don’t even know how to pronounce half of what’s on the menu, much less know what it is.”
I reach across and pull his menu down so I can see all of his face. “I’ll order for you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No need.” The waitress appears at our table. I order coq au vin and beef bourguignon for us to share, along with two glasses of wine.
“Do you not notice all the people who stare at you?” Xavier asks when the server leaves.
“How do you know they are staring at me?” He snorts. “It’s just the way it is for me. I don’t think about it.”
“There are a lot of pictures of you online.”
“Are there?”
“Yeah, most are business-related, but there are some of you eating out or just walking down the street. A few of you were with women at charity functions. I didn’t see you with any guys, though. Are you not out? Because if you aren’t, then being seen with me is going to lead to a lot of gossip.”
“I’ve never been with a man before.”
“You mean you have never been out on a date with a man?”
“I have never really dated anyone. I’ve only fucked women until you.” Xavier turns a little pale. I don’t understand what the issue is. Even the women I have been out with were so that I would have a date to a function.
“You mean you aren’t bi?”
“I guess I am now.”
“Now?”
“Xavier, what is the problem here? I fuck, I don’t date. I have never been with a man before you. You are the exception to both.”
“The problem is that you keep saying things about me being yours, that you want me, and shit like that. Now you tell me that you’re bi now because of me.
You are confusing the fuck out of me. I just told you that I’m scared of getting hurt.
That fear just grew even more. How do you know you even want a relationship, especially with another man, if you don’t even date?
I don’t want to be your gay experiment only for you to realize that you were just curious and confused. ”
“I enjoy kissing you, and kissing has never been a thing for me. I enjoyed watching you cum and fall apart under me, and I have never cared if my partner got off. I like taking care of you, and I have never given a fuck about anyone’s well-being.
I want to touch you all the time, and that is not normal for me.
So, no, Xavier, I’m not just fucking curious or confused. ”