Three's Not A Crowd: A Polyamorous BDSM Story (18+)

Shower 2

Content Warning: BXB

Just wanted to let you all know, that Xavier is not taking revenge on Maxwell for obeying Sylvia's orders in the chapter where he was punished.

So no, Xavier will not be getting punished by Sylvia for this. I got a few comments asking about this, so I thought I'd make it clear.

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Maxwell's POV:

"You should've really brought your towel with you" Xavier smirked, entering in the shower....completely naked.

"X-Xavier" I stuttered, already feeling submissive just by the dominant gleam in his eyes. He closed the shower door, leaning against it.

His eyes met mine, before slowly going down my body, scanning each and every inch of me. He stopped his gaze on my crotch.

"You've been hard ever since the day Sylvia punished us, correct?" he asked. "Y-Yeah" I nodded. Why the fuck am I stuttering??

Feeling embarrassed, I quickly covered up my privates using my hand. Fuck, why am I acting like he's never seen me naked before?

Xavier raised a brow at my action, crossing his arms over his chest. "Feeling shy now, are we?" he asked. I gulped.

Now I don't know if any of you know how it feels to be standing against a mafia don, completely naked and vulnerable.

But when Xavier is in his dominant state, he turns into his mafia don self. Basically, he's intimidating as fuck right now. And I can't help but shiver at his voice.

I know he won't hurt me, but God is he looking domineering. Along with that, he is also looking the sexiest he has been in a while.

"Maxwell" he called in a firm voice. My body stiffened as I slowly made eye contact with him. "Answer me" he demanded.

"Y-Yes M-Master" I whispered. Xavier suddenly stood up straight and started walking towards me. I took a step back, immediately crashing with the wall.

Why is this shower so small??

He now towered over me, his veiny hands on either side of my head, caging me between him and the wall, his eyes burning holes into my soul.

"Are you scared?" he asked, eyes going soft. "No" I answered without hesitancy, "I'm just....intimidated." At that, he smirked.

He leaned down, his warm breath hitting my ear as he whispered, "You should be."

It was at that moment that I realized, Xavier was not going to just fuck me right now. He was going to ruin me.

He was taunting me of what was about to come. Taking it slow, building the anticipation in me. He wanted me on pins and needles, and that's exactly where I was.

"X-Xavier please" I breathed out, feeling my chest rise and fall as the environment was quickly filled up with sexual tension.

He wasn't speaking anything. Yet, his eyes were enough to give me and idea of what he was wanting to do to me.

His hand now rested on my cheek, gently caressing it. His gaze fell onto my lips, as a result of which, he bit his own lips.

His pupils dilated, his other hand now wrapping around my throat. He raised my head up, making me look into his dark amber eyes.

"Maxwell" he whispered my name huskily, and my name had never sounded better coming from anyone's mouth.

"Be a very good boy and get on your knees for me" he said, voice still as deep as the ocean, eyes never leaving mine.