Page 58 of Playing with Fire

Xavier's fingers intertwined with mine, his grip just tight enough to ground us both. "Strip for me. Slowly. I want to see all of you."

I nodded, stepping back to give him the view he wanted. My fingers went to the buttons of my shirt, unfastening them one by one. Xavier watched with that predatory focus I'd come to crave, his eyes tracking every movement.

As I revealed more skin, his expression shifted from uncertainty to desire. This was the dynamic he understood, the clear structure of dominance and submission that gave him comfort when everything else felt uncertain.

I let my shirt fall to the floor, heart racing as his gaze raked over my exposed chest. The marks from our last encounter had faded to faint shadows, but his eyes lingered on where they had been, as if seeing their ghosts on my skin.

"Beautiful," he murmured, almost to himself. "Even unmarked, you're still carrying my history on your body."

The unexpected poetry in his words made my breath catch. I reached for my belt, unfastening it with fingers that trembled slightly under his intense scrutiny. The sound of leather sliding through fabric seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet room.

"You still nervous with me?" Xavier asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. "After everything we've done?"

I looked up, meeting his eyes as I pushed my jeans down my hips. "Not nervous," I corrected softly. "Excited. There's a difference."

I pushed my underwear down, my cock already hard and leaking against my stomach. Standing naked before him while he remained fully clothed created a power imbalance that should have made me feel vulnerable, exposed. Instead, it felt like offering a gift—my trust, my body, my willingness to be seen completely.

Xavier's eyes darkened as he looked at me. "Come here.”

I crossed the short distance between us, stopping just within reach. He circled me slowly, examining every inch of exposed skin. When he completed the circuit, he stopped in front of me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body, but not quite touching.

"What’s your safe word?" he asked, his voice gentle despite the command in his tone.

"Isekai," I replied without hesitation. The genre of anime I could never get into despite Xavier's attempts to convert me—something I'd never say during sex, something distinctly unsexy that would immediately signal I needed to stop.

He arched an eyebrow and fought not to smile. “Fuck, that’s so… you.” He reached out, fingers tracing the contours of my face. "I don't deserve you."

"You don't get to decide that," I replied, leaning into his touch. "I do. And I say you do."

"You’re too sweet for me sometimes.” He planted a kiss on the end of my nose before commanding, “On your knees.”

I sank down willingly, settling on my knees before him. This position had become almost meditative for me, a physical surrender that paradoxically made me feel safer, more centered. From here, looking up at Xavier, the rest of the world ceased to exist. There was only him, only us, only this moment.

"Hands behind your back," he instructed.

I complied, clasping my hands at the small of my back. The position forced me to arch slightly, my cock standing proudly between my thighs, the head glistening with pre-cum as Xavier's eyes raked over me.

"Perfect," he murmured, fingers threading through my hair. "You were made for this, you know. For kneeling at my feet. For surrendering so beautifully."

The praise dripped over me like warm honey, settling in my chest and spreading outward. I leaned into his touch, silently encouraging more.

Xavier's grip tightened suddenly, pulling my head back by my hair. "But that's not all you were made for, is it?"

I swallowed. “No.”

His thumb brushed over my lower lip, the touch surprisingly gentle. "What else?”

My tongue darted out, wetting my lips. “For pleasing you.”

“That’s right.” Xavier pulled me to my feet and kissed me roughly.

When he pulled back, his eyes were darker, more focused. I watched in silent appreciation as he began to shed his clothes, licking my lips. God, I wanted to taste him. I hoped he’d let me soon. I hoped he’d let me put my fingers back inside him, let me—

"I want you inside me," he said. "I want to be your first. Want to feel you give up that part of yourself to me." His eyes held mine with fierce intensity. "Because it belongs to me. This moment. Your first time. All of it."

My breath caught at his words. After years of holding onto my virginity—first from religious guilt, then from never finding someone I trusted enough—Xavier was asking me to give it to him. Not just as a physical act, but as something deeper. A claiming that went both ways.

“I want it to be you,” I said quietly. “I always have.”

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