Allie
Xavier once again has me in the back of his limo and I can't believe I'm here. After all, he did try to prevent me from making it big in this industry.
His tactics were underhanded and he nearly destroyed my life. But at the same time, through it all, he was always there, building me back up.
It's weird really to know that Xavier is Stanley. He embodies these two personas that are one in the same. I loved him when he nearly nothing, a destitute nerd with a brilliant mind, and I love him today, the man behind the corporation.
It's sad to know that a friend's betrayal almost led to our permanent separation. I hate to think of what Xavier thought of me all those years. To him, I was a conniving girl with no interest in what truly matters. To him, I was selfish and out for myself.
And to me, he was the guy that took my virginity and then abandoned me, for what? I hated him for leaving, and I guess I too have been harboring a secret resentment towards him.
Now, thank goodness, we are finally reunited. The winds of Fate have changed and managed to push us together once again. Maybe it's meant to be? Maybe he's the guy I've been yearning for all these years only I couldn't name the feeling?
For now, it's good enough to be appreciating this moment with him. I'm dazzled by the limo and his luxurious lifestyle, but I'm more interested in him. Suddenly I have a thousand questions as to how he got here and what his life has been all these years without me.
"Xavier, I want to get to know you all over again. You feel like a stranger now," I say as I gaze out the window.
Rain is falling and it's cold outside. I feel warm and protected next to him, like finally not a thing could go wrong and I am where I've always been meant to be.
He holds me tight and I welcome the touch.
"I know, baby, but we have a lifetime for that. Right now, I just want to get you home and into a bath."
Did he just say lifetime and home? Those are forever kind of words, and I'm not used to hearing them. Our future feels so cemented and that actually feels nice. I guess I'm a little scared to be under his power and control for the foreseeable future, but what if it's okay to take that risk?
I like being his. I like the way he owns me. There's a pleasure-pain principle working here that I never tire of. Xavier keeps me on my toes and there's no monotony between us. Dare I hope that this could be something pretty incredible?
He works his hand along my upper thigh, trying to feel me up right here in the car.
I push his hand away and scold, "Not yet. Please, honey, I just want to wait."
"Fine." He pulls his hand back with disappointment, but I can tell he's not really too unhappy with me.
I'll make it worth his while once we get upstairs and can light a fire. I've had a long couple of days and I'm definitely ready to unwind with him.
We arrive at the building and by now the doormen know me.
"Hi, Allie, nice to see you."
I smile at him and make a note of his kindness for future reference.
We walk inside and to the elevator. Once there, it's all I can do to tame Xavier. He wants it now. And he's a force to be reckoned with.
I let him kiss me and nuzzle my neck, reveling in the sensations I thought were lost forever.
"Xavier, I'm dying for a glass of wine. First, please?"
"As you wish."
The doors open, and we walk inside. The city glitters beneath us. It's really incredible up here, a cozy abode away from the bustling streets.
He goes to the wine fridge that's encapsulated by lights, and it covers nearly an entire wall.
"What kind?"
"Pinot, please. Thank you."
I curl up on the rug after clicking on the fire. I need this moment to relax and to re-center myself. Being with Xavier tonight will be the first time that we've been together since my discovering the truth about him.
I'm oddly nervous. We've had so many first times together and this seems like another one, an important one.
I let myself gaze into the fire for several moments, soaking in the anticipation and then he comes over with my wine.
I can tell he's ready. There's no holding back now. He wants to solidify this. He has since the moment he first saw me tonight.
There's nothing more to hide. I'm all his. An open book. The realness of that scares me. It's so raw and vulnerable, a place I seldom go. But if this is meant to be then he'll take me as I am and understand the years of war wounds I've suffered in trying to make a name for myself, in being without him.
I drink the deep purple liquid and it instantly soothes my over-excited nerves. I want this to happen. I want something special with Xavier, even if the notion of it scares me and means upending my life.
He meets me down on the rug and gently tips me backward. The firelight is all there is in his dark place. The orange glow combined with city lights are the only thing that allows me to see his face, handsome and rugged.
His eyes are peering into me and soon he makes his move. He pulls my clothes off, piece by piece and then does the same to himself. I try to cover myself with modesty but he pulls my hands away and pins them above my head.
He's got me trapped under the weight of his frame. Slowly he goes about tormenting and torturing my nipples with his tongue. He kisses my neck and down my flat stomach that flutters under his touch.
Then in one swift, rough movement, he flips me over so that I'm crouching on my knees. He takes two fingers and slides them into my pussy, making circular motions that push me into overdrive.
Then he asks, "Do you want it rough tonight, baby?"
"Yes," I murmur.
I know it's the answer he wants. I know he'd do it anyway no matter what my reaction. He’s always better at judging what it is I want than I am. He's a connoisseur of pleasure and so I trust him to lead me anywhere.
He's bent over me and he puts his wet fingers into my mouth.
"Taste it," he practically snarls. "Taste yourself on me."
I turn my head so that he can see me do it. I suck his fingers like they taste so good and I meet his gaze with a defiant reaction.
This spurs him on and soon he's pulling me apart with rough hands, and then he just stares at my glistening, wet pussy.
Everything's framed with a little mystery by the light of the fire.
"I've been wanting to do this all day. Baby, you're mine. Understand?"
I nod, but do I fully understand the implications of what he's just said? To be his forever is to be in a kind of prison, drawn entirely to him. That's the way he likes it, and if I'm being honest, I want it that way too.
Only when I'm around him, when our connections make sparks, and when he's feeding me pleasure do I ever feel satisfied. This man is my future and he's also my past.
He's what I've been dreaming about but never dared to obtain. He's the phantom in the dark who tormented me with fantasies of what could be. He's the love I never thought possible but secretly wished for.
But now that this moment of eternal servitude is upon me, I feel frightened. His domineering nature is too much sometimes, and yet I know I will give in to whatever he wants of me. I can't say no. I don't want to say yes. But I can't say no.
And that's it. He's entering me from behind harshly, but I whimper under his touch, hungry for more, always more. The satisfaction I glean from having him provoke me is indescribable.
Our connection, as always, is at the forefront. It's unmistakable now that I know he’s Stanley, and since I can no longer hide, what is left but to give myself up to him?