Chapter 74: Erotic sex R18+

Xavier stood. Straightened his shirt. Followed the corridor the receptionist had indicated with a subtle gesture when he’d arrived.

She was already waiting at the door when he turned the corner.

She was shorter than Xavier by a significant margin — 5’2" at most, with the kind of figure the word petite was completely inadequate for. Wide hips. Thick thighs. Small boobs that her fitted dress presented without apology. A face that in any other context would read as approachable and warm. The kind of face that belonged in a completely different setting, which was its own specific kind of irony given the current one.

She looked at him with the professional warmth of someone who was genuinely good at what they did.

"This way," she said.

She opened the door.

The room was what $5,000 entitled you to. Warm amber lighting, quality furnishings, the kind of space that communicated that whatever happened inside it was being taken seriously by everyone involved.

Xavier stepped inside.

The door closed behind them.

Xavier’s eyes swept the room and landed on the bed immediately. Black silk ropes coiled neatly at the foot of the mattress. A leather riding crop. A blindfold. Restraints already anchored to the four posts. Two sealed boxes of condoms sat on the marble counter next to the bed — strawberry and orange, arranged with the precision of a five-star hotel turndown service.

Destiny glided past him, trailing a fingertip along the edge of the bedspread. "You’re nervous."

"I’m not nervous."

"Your shoulders say otherwise." She turned to face him, head tilted, that warm smile still playing at her lips. "Breathe, Daddy..."

The word landed in his chest like a match.

She closed the distance between them, her palm pressing flat against his trousers where he was already hardening. The pressure sent a jolt up his spine. Her fingers curled, dragging along the outline of him with deliberate slowness, and his breath caught somewhere in his throat.

"There we go," she murmured. "There’s my sweet boy."

Xavier’s hands hung at his sides, useless.

Destiny unfastened his belt with practiced efficiency. The leather hissed through the buckle. His trousers dropped to his ankles, then his boxers followed, and his cock sprang free, already slick at the tip, curving upward toward his stomach. The air in the room felt cool against the heat of his skin.

Their eyes met.

"Sit," she said, gesturing toward the edge of the bed. "Now."

He sat.

She knelt between his thighs and produced a small bottle from somewhere. He didn’t see where, didn’t care and squeezed a pearl of moisturizer into her palm. Her hands came together, warming it, and then her fingers wrapped around his shaft and the world narrowed to that single point of contact.

The stroke began at the base.

Slow. So slow.

Her thumb traced the ridge of the head on the upstroke, and Xavier’s abdominal muscles seized. A sound escaped him. Not quite a groan, not quite a word. Her grip tightened on the downstroke, twisting slightly, and his hips bucked without permission.

"Uh-uh." Destiny’s free hand pressed his thigh flat against the mattress. "You stay still until I say otherwise. Understood?"

"Understood."

"Understood, what?"

"Understood, Daddy."

The word tasted strange in his mouth. Electric.

She rewarded him by lowering her mouth to the head of his cock. Her tongue. Warm, wet, impossibly soft, circled him once. Twice. Then her lips sealed around him and she sank down, taking him deep, and Xavier’s hand flew to her hair without thinking.

He gripped the strands, not pulling, just holding on.

The suction was relentless. Her head bobbed in a rhythm that seemed designed specifically to dismantle him, cheeks hollowing on the pull, tongue working the underside on every retreat. The moisturizer had left her hands slick, and she used that slickness now, stroking whatever her mouth couldn’t reach while her other hand cupped his balls with a pressure that rode the knife-edge between pleasure and pain.

"Fuck." The word punched out of him. "Fuck, Destiny..."

She hummed around him, a vibration that traveled up his shaft and detonated somewhere at the base of his skull. His fingers tightened in her hair. His vision blurred at the edges. The pressure built. Not a coil, not a wave, but something more like a countdown, numbers ticking backward in his bloodstream, and when she swallowed around the head of his cock he hit zero.

He came with a shout that cracked in the middle.

Destiny stayed with him through every pulse, milking him gently, only pulling away when his grip on her hair loosened and his breathing turned ragged.

She sat back on her heels, wiping a smear of moisture from the corner of her mouth with the back of her wrist. Her eyes sparkled.

"Good boy."

Xavier stared at the ceiling, chest heaving.

"Strawberry or orange, Daddy?"

The question took a moment to register. He lifted his head, finding her already on her feet, one hip cocked, the two condom boxes now in her hands. She held them up like a game show host presenting prizes.

"Strawberry," he managed. "Sweet. Like you." He couldn’t control his mouth from the absolute pleasure he was experiencing, damn these girls really knows their stuff.

"Flatterer."

She tore open the strawberry box and extracted a single foil square.

What happened next was a performance. There was no other word for it. Destiny undressed with the deliberate theatricality of someone who knew exactly how good she looked and saw no reason to rush the reveal. The zipper of her dress descended one tooth at a time. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, pooled at her elbows, then dropped to the floor. Her bra was black lace, her panties matching, and she turned in a slow circle, letting him see every angle. The flare of her hips, the curve of her ass, the way her thighs met in a gap that existed only when she stood a certain way.

Xavier’s cock twitched against his stomach.

She noticed. Her smile sharpened.

"Someone’s eager." She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down, stepping out of them with the precision of a dancer. Her bra followed, and then she was bare before him, small breasts tipped with dark nipples that had already tightened in the cool air of the room. "Lie back. Center of the bed."