Chapter 26 Declan
Xavier’s demeanor changed when he and Alessia came back to the dining room.
The change was even more evident this morning.
He’s more accepting of my need to claim him.
There is more fire in him, like he isn’t as weighed down as he was before.
He tells me part of what Alessia told him about my cousins and me.
I answer his questions as best I can. Xavier says he accepts me for who I am and wants to be with me. He wants to be happy.
We talk for hours, and then I do something that I have never done before.
I take my time and make love to him. I didn’t realize that was what I was doing until Xavier mentioned it this morning.
For me, it’s that I want to worship his body and touch him everywhere.
I want to take my time and map every inch of him. Own his whole being.
He is insistent on finishing his two weeks at the café, and I can understand that he is a man of his word. I still listen in and watch him. He doesn’t know. Maybe after a few years together, I’ll tell him.
It’s his last day at the café, and I’m here to pick him up. We have the gala tomorrow night, and I have a surprise for him this afternoon.
“How was your day?” I ask. It’s unusual for me to ask anyone about their day, but Aunt Alessia told me that he needs that sort of thing from me. She also said that I need to listen to his answer.
“It was good. Brad tried talking me into staying for another week, but I turned him down.”
“Glad to hear it. Come on, I have a surprise for you before dinner.” I open his car door, and after kissing me, he gets in.
I drive us to L’Orchidée Blanche, a French spa that specializes in relaxation massage. Aunt Alessia suggested it. She said it will make him feel special. I park in the lot and come around to open Xavier’s door. He is still staring at the building.
“You are taking me to a spa?”
“Yes. I booked you an hour-long massage, a facial, and something called a mani-pedi. Well, I didn’t book it — Aunt Alessia did. She said you would like it.”
He bounces on his toes and throws his arms around me. “I take it you like your surprise.”
“I love it. I have never had a massage before. I’ve always wanted one but never had the money for it.” Xavier pulls me toward the entrance, a huge smile on his face. He is beautiful when he smiles. “Are you getting one too? Is it a couple’s massage?”
“No. It’s just for you.”
I walk up to the receptionist and let her know we are there for Xavier’s appointment.
“Oh yes, Mr. Murphy, we have you booked with Francis. If you follow me, I’ll show you to the room.”
She stands and starts walking to the back. Xavier is still holding my hand as we follow her. The room is dimly lit and smells of lavender.
“There is a robe on the back of the door. If you would please strip down to the point you are comfortable with, Francis will be right with you.”
Strip down? The fuck you say.
I hadn’t thought this through. For some reason, I didn’t think about Xavier having to take off his clothes. In my defense, I have never gotten a massage, so it didn’t occur to me. Xavier has already taken off his shirt and is starting to remove his pants.
“No, we’re leaving.” I hand him back the shirt he had discarded.
“What? Why?”
“I don’t want you naked in front of someone else. You’re mine to see, not someone named Francis.”
Xavier blinks at me a couple of times before he starts laughing. “Did that just dawn on you?”
“Yes.”
“Declan, I am yours, and I’ll leave my underwear on. These people do this for a living, and it’s not personal. You will be in the room the whole time, so you’ll see.”
He strips down to his boxer briefs and slips on the robe. There is a brief knock on the door before a slim man walks in.
“Hello, I’m Francis, and I’m here to make your time at L’Orchidée Blanche a wonderful experience. Is this your first time here?”
“Yes, and it’s my first massage. I’m really looking forward to it.”
“How wonderful. Now, if you would lie face down on the table, we will get started. When I finish with your back, we will bring in Maria to do your facial.”
Xavier does as instructed, and once he is face down on the padded table, Francis drapes a towel across his backside and removes the robe. He rubs his palms together and begins running his hands up and down Xavier’s back.
I am barely holding myself back from ripping his arms off and beating him with them.
Then Xavier moans.
I see red.
I don’t want his hands touching what is mine.
I am just starting to stand when Xavier turns his head toward me and smiles.
“Thank you so much for this, Dec. It’s the best present I’ve ever gotten. I can’t believe you would do this for me.”
I nod at him and sit back in the chair. I’ll have to endure it and then remind Xavier who he belongs to when we get home.
I am about at my limit by the time Maria and Francis finish with him, a little over an hour later. It was a long fucking hour. If anyone wants to torture me, they only need to make me sit through that again.
“How do you feel?” I ask.
“Wonderful.”
“Great. Take your time getting up. There is a bottle of water there for you. When you’re ready, put your robe back on, and we will get the pedicure done. I’ll be back in a few minutes to check on you.”
He leaves the room.
Xavier lets out a sigh and sits up on the padded table. He is smiling, but that smile slips from his face when he looks at me.
“Are you okay?”
“No. I didn’t like that at all.”
Coming over to me, Xavier straddles my lap. He wraps his arms around my neck and kisses me softly. I grip his ass, pulling him closer to me, and deepen the kiss.
“I bet I know what you are thinking.”
“Yeah? And what would that be?”
He brings his lips to my ear and whispers, “You are thinking that when you get me home, you are going to show me who I belong to.” He bites my earlobe, and I groan.
“Yes, I am.”
“Can’t wait.”
He kisses me again before getting off my lap to put his robe back on. It takes another forty minutes before we are on our way home.
“Dinner before you show me what’s what. The way you’re acting, it’s going to take a lot out of me, and I want to eat first. I’m starving.”
Over the past two weeks, Xavier has really come out of his shell.
He has spoken to his mother once, but he didn’t let me listen in.
It is the only time that he was sad. That wasn’t going to happen again.
He spends time talking with Aunt Alessia on the phone, and I’m not allowed to listen in.
She told me that she is helping Xavier understand my family and me, and that it is easier for him if I’m not part of the conversation.
I start to notice after those calls that Xavier is trying to understand my reasoning.
It still frustrates him when I buy him things or make decisions without asking him, like when I sold his car to a recycling yard.
It was a death trap and shouldn’t have been on the road.
He certainly wasn’t going to be driving it again.
At first, he was upset, but then he asked why I did it, and I explained.
He wrapped his arms around me, kissed me, and agreed that the car wasn’t safe.
In the bedroom, Xavier gives himself over to me without hesitation.
It has never been this way for me before; I can dominate him without fear of hurting him.
It is a hunger inside of me that has never been sated before.
He had worried at the beginning that I wasn’t gay or bi, and that this is just a curious phase for me.
Xavier will never be just a phase for me.
He will be by my side not only at home but also at the office.
We eat leftovers when we get home. Xavier still thinks it’s funny that I eat them. Cooking relaxes me. I like the order of it. Xavier doesn’t like to cook. He makes simple things for breakfast, but that is the extent of it.
“Go take a shower. Use my body wash.”
“Why? I have my own.”
“Yes, but I want you to smell like me when you wash that guy’s touch off of you.
” I grab him around the waist and pull him to me.
“Right now, your smell reminds me that another man had his hands on you.” I kiss him hard, and when I pull back, his pupils are dilated.
He nods and takes off toward our room. “Oh, and Xavier, don’t bother getting dressed,” I call after him.
By the time he turns off the shower, I’m ready for him.
Exiting the bathroom with a towel slung low on his hips, he looks around the room.
I have several candles lit and placed around the bedroom.
“Get on the bed, Xavier. On your back.” As he walks by me, I snatch the towel off him.
We’ve had sex quite often, but up to this point, it was vanilla compared to what I have in mind for him tonight.
As soon as he is in the center of the bed, I am on him.
I kiss every inch of his face and neck. Sitting up to straddle him, I reach over to his right hand and slip the velvet rope around his wrist, then repeat it on the left one.
Looking down at him, I see what I need from him: complete surrender.
Moving quickly, I climb off of him and move to the foot of the bed.
I hold up the spreader bar for him to see.
I put both his ankles into the padded leather cuffs.
When closed, the bar is only about two feet wide.
When open and extended, it is closer to six feet.
I extend it all the way. Xavier told me just how flexible he is, and now we are going to put that to the test.
“Oh my God.” He moans it.
“You say my name and only my name.” I grab the bar and bend him in half.
There are carabiners attached to the bar, and I attach them to the other lengths of rope attached to the headboard.
Admiring my work, I let my eyes take in the sight.
He is tied up and helpless at my mercy. His cock is hard and leaking, begging for attention, but I’m not ready to give it just yet.
His thighs are smooth under my hands. I loved that he has little to no body hair. I kiss, bite, and lick his left leg, starting at his knee. As soon as I reach the junction of his crotch and leg, I repeat the same on the right leg.
I nuzzle my nose against his balls and take a deep breath.
He smells of my body wash and something uniquely him.
I am obsessed with it. I stick out my tongue and run it up the underside of his cock.
There is a bead of precum glistening on the tip, and I lap it up.
The taste of him is driving me wild. I wrap my lips around the head and suck, and am rewarded with even more of his essence.
If I don’t get my cock buried in him soon, I am going to cum just from his taste.
No wonder Xavier loves doing this to me.
I take more of him in my mouth while I open the lube and start preparing his hole to take me.
It doesn’t take long before I lean up and bury myself inside of him all at once.
He moans and pulls against his bindings.
I go feral when he says my name over and over like a prayer.
I pull him up to me by his thighs, and it changes the angle.
I know that I am hitting his prostate by the way he is writhing beneath me.
I slam into him again and again. His head is thrown back with his mouth open. This is what ecstasy looks like. I’ve never watched anyone that I fucked before, but I can’t keep my eyes off him.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. Strangling my cock. Come for me so I can fill your hole up with my cum.” I say to him as I reach up and grab his neck and squeeze. I increase the pressure, and that’s all it takes.
“Hmm, fuck Declan!” Xavier cums untouched, something that I did not realize was possible.
When I feel him pulsing around me, I follow him over the edge.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when I realize that Xavier is out cold.
But before I can start to worry, he makes a small snoring sound.
Chuckling, I pull out and watch as my cum drips from his ass.
God, I want to fuck it back in. I unhook his legs and remove his restraints, rubbing each limb to make sure he has blood flow.
After I clean him up, I turn him to his side and, lying behind him, I slide my cock back into him. He is mine.