Page 15 of Beneath Submission
~Ten~
The sun was setting, and I could feel everything that I had shared with Xavier begin to take hold. After telling him everything, leaving nothing out, Xavier was ready to come unleashed. There wasn’t a man that he hated more than Mr. Colin. He even went as far to tell me that Mr. Colin didn’t even deserve the title of Mister and that he was nothing more than a low-life perverted asshole that deserved to be castrated. I would have loved to see that happen, but I wasn’t a vindictive person. All I wanted was to forget about everything that happened to me and live my life to the fullest.
As we laid on the couch watching the sun set, there was nothing more that I wanted than to be here with Xavier with his arms wrapped around me, protecting me from everything bad in this world. Reveling in his warmth, I pressed my body deeper into his chest. His hand slowly slid down my arm and stopped at my waist. Loosening the sash to my robe, he moved his hand beneath the material, skating it toward my bare sex. Pressing my head against his chest, I parted my legs further, giving him the access that he needed. His hand slid between my legs and I could feel the moisture begin to drip. Swirling his fingers in my wetness, he parted my legs further. Dipping one finger inside, he began stroking me deep and slow.
I could feel the onset of my arousal as he continued to move in and out of me with slow movements. Kissing the top of my head, he whispered in a heated breath, “God, you feel so good.”
Needing more than he was offering, I rolled over to face him and insisted, “Take me to the bedroom, Xavier.”
Without hesitation, he lifted me into his arms and carried me through the double doors.My robe fell open when he placed me carefully on the bed. His lips met mine in a passionate kiss. My nipples began to harden as he parted my robe. Trailing wet kisses down my neck, he pulled my breast into his mouth, sucking and lapping his tongue around the hard peak. My breath hitched as he gently bit down on the taut bud, sending a rippling sensation to my core. Pushing the material of my robe to the side, he exposed my bare body even more.
The excitement of knowing that he wanted me warmed me even more as I could feel the moisture build. Gliding his hand down my stomach, he cupped my mound while moving his middle finger between my wet folds. Every part of me was swimming in the pleasure he was giving me. When he dipped a finger inside, I thought I was going to explode. I knew I was beyond wet, coating his finger with my milky juices. Placing his thumb on the hard nub of my clit, I could no longer hold back my release. A rain of pleasure escaped, encompassing a moan that not even I would claim as my own.
Kissing me on my stomach, Xavier pushed from the bed and began removing his clothes. My eyes were set on him, unable to focus on anything else but his beautiful body. Completely naked, he towered over me before covering my body with his. Parting my legs, I was more than ready to feel him deep inside me. His cock slid between my folds, stopping at my entrance before he gently pushed inside. My wonderment was fulfilled as he began moving in and out of me with hard but gentle thrusts. I began moving my hips with him, gathering the impact of every thrust, willing him to push deeper inside me.
Never wanting this feeling to end, I locked my legs around his waist and held on to him. This is what making love was about. It was not an act to only satisfy. There was more passion and pleasure beyond anything I had ever welcomed from any man. Only Xavier would have me. As our bodies thrashed and bucked together, a shared pleasure rose, pushing us closer to the edge of ecstasy into a mutual surrender.
Unable to move or even wanting to, Xavier whispered against my cheek, “I love you, Tessa, more than anything in this world.”
An emotion like no other had taken over and with no regrets, I replied, “I love you too.”
I wasn’t sure how early it was, but when a knock came at the door, I was wide awake. Xavier must have been dead on his feet not to hear the sound. Letting him sleep, I gathered my robe and quickly put it on as I headed to the door. Something was blocking the peephole which made me think twice about opening the door. When a manly voice said, “Hotel concierge,” I decide it was safe to open the door and see what he wanted. Big mistake, it wasn’t the concierge at all. Standing before me was Simon. As I started to yell for Xavier, his hand went to my mouth covering it with something that smelled like vinegar. It came without warning and soon I could feel my body begin to drift away.
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When I finally woke up, my head hurt like I had been hit with a hammer. Trying to focus on my surroundings, I thought it had all been a dream as I looked around and recognized the Four Season’s décor. The last thing that I remembered was opening the door to the suite and seeing Simon on the other side. I knew that wasn’t a dream. Looking to my left, Xavier wasn’t beside me. I thought I was going crazy when I spotted my robe on the accent chair where Xavier had placed it the night before.
Pushing to my feet, feeling the pounding in my head intensify, I managed to stumble over to the chair and grabbed my robe. Tying the sash tightly around my waist, I pulled open the double doors to find everything the way we had left it the night before. Something was wrong. Going back to the bedroom, I walked to the bathroom to see that my used towel was draped across the rim of the tub and the clothes that I had removed were still lying on the floor.
Quickly taking off my robe, I put them back on. I needed to find out if I was going insane or if my reality was being tested. Taking a few seconds, I peered in the mirror to make sure I didn’t look like a mad woman. Feeling that my appearance was going to have to do, I headed back to the living area and to the door leading to the hall. Grabbing the handle, I tried to turn it, but it wouldn’t move. It was as though the door had been locked from the outside, which wasn’t possible. Feeling the panic seep in, I tried again with more force. No matter how hard I tried, I knew the door wouldn’t be opening. Rushing to the house phone, I dialed zero, hoping that someone would answer. When I put the phone to my ear, there was no dial tone. There had to be an explanation. I searched for the phone cord to find that the phone didn’t have one. It was as though it had been placed on the end table as a prop and nothing more.
I was beginning to think I was truly going insane. There was one last hope as I walked over to the French doors leading to the balcony. Taking hold of both handles, once again, they wouldn’t move. I could feel myself begin to hyperventilate as I pulled back the thin curtains only to find that there was only a mural of the city on the other side. Falling to my knees, I knew there was no escape. This had to be the work of Mr. Colin. He was the only person that would go to such an extreme to make me think I was crazy.
As I sat on the floor, I knew there was no way to get word to Xavier to let him know what happened to me. I wasn’t even sure what day it was or how long I had been out. Feeling completely defeated, I sunk further to the floor and curled up into a ball, pulling my knees to my chest. Unable to hold back the tears, I heard the sound of a lock turning. All I wanted to do was hide, but I knew there was nowhere to go. Standing to my feet, I looked around the room to find anything I could use to defend myself. Spotting a lamp on the nightstand in the bedroom, I hurried over to it only to find that it had been bolted to the table and there was no time to figure out how to pry it loose. Searching around the room, nothing could be used to protect myself.
The only option I had was to take a seat on the bed and wait for whoever was coming in. Hearing the door open, it wasn’t a surprise to see that it was Mr. Colin that entered the room. If I had the strength to kill him, I would have in a heartbeat. Staring at him in his arrogant glory, I felt small and insignificant. Standing tall, I asked with confidence, “What do you want?” without addressing him by the name he instructed me to call him.
“Aren’t you forgetting something, Tessa?” he asked with annoyance.
Walking up to him, I rolled my hands into fists and began pounding them against his chest. “Why can’t you just let me go? Please just let me go.”
The tears came full force as he took my wrists to stop me from hurting him further. Halting efforts to escape, he ordered, “Stop! You will never win, Tessa. More than that, I will never let you go.”
