Unwanted Obsession

14. Luke

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His father flares at me. If looks could kill I'd be six food under the ground. Who is he? Is he Xavier's dad? Older brother? Uncle?

Xavier sighs as he grabs me by my waist and pulls me into his lap. Redness shoots up my neck and to my cheeks as he grabs tightly onto my waist and hips. "He's mine, father." He explains. Keeping me as close to him as he can. So it's his father. Makes sense, they look alike by...a lot! The only difference is probably the stubble his father has while he doesn't have one.

His father rolls his eyes as he steps into the room and walks over and stares down at me, while Xavier just pulls me tighter against him to protect me from his gaze. His father just sighs. "So you're gay, Xavier?" He asks while putting his hands in his pant pockets. Jesus, I'm in between two stone cold men. It's so tense! It's rising by the second! They're both have cold glares at each other! Xavier rolls his eyes before looking down at me and he sighs.
"Yes. I am, deal with it." He snaps at him while his father rolls his eyes and walks back to the door. Not bothering to look back at us.
"Whatever, just make sure you get ready for this event shit we're going to. We're leaving at 8 pm. Oh and make sure your little boyfriend comes along as well and wears something suitable." And with that, the door closes.

I let out a sigh of relief, while Xavier begins to nip and my neck. "So...what am I wearing exactly? I've never been to a rich party- I mean event." I ask.
"I know you haven't, I've watched you for years and looked into your life. Obviously I'd know if you've gone to a rich bitch event or not, and how should I know what you would wear? Just wear a suit or something." He says as he keeps sending assault to my neck.

I look back at him as I ruffle his hair and start to think...what the fuck am I gonna wear? Sure a suit will be fine but what one!? I've never owned one before! Let alone be able to afford it. "...Xavier?"
"Yes, Red?" He lifts his head to look at me.
"...I don't really know how to wear or like do anything with a suit...or have one." I reply. He sighs as he presses one last kiss to my neck.
"Right, right. I'll get you measured for one today I guess. Hmm, I'm thinking you should have a pink suit with a white shirt. It'd bring out your beautiful emerald eyes, Red." He bites my shoulder before licking over it to soothe it.
"But I can't affo-"
"I'm paying." He cuts me off. "You don't have to pay for anything in your life I'll pay for everything for you from now on, sweetheart." He licks up my should to my neck as he sucks on it to leave a bright hickey that sticks out.

"Thanks...what are we?...are we still kidnapper and hostage?" I ask, needing an answer before getting too attached. He growls. Before suddenly grabbing my shoulder and slamming me down onto the bed and trapping me against it with his body while hovering over me. His rich cologne filling my lungs.
"We were never kidnapper and hostage, you're mine, therefore you're my boyfriend. No one else. Got it Red?" He whippers into my ear. I quickly nod as I become speechless while he unbuckled his belt. "Good boy, now turn the fuck around and stick your perfect little ass into the air, I wanna take you before you're measured." I quickly obey and spin around onto my stomach, I bury my face into the pillow as I stick my ass up and pull my ripped jeans and boxers down.

He unbuckles his belt and chucks it onto the ground before slowly unbuckles his buttons to his shirt, to prolong the suspense. Soon he chucks it to the floor and unzips his pants before pulling his boxers and pants doing, grabbing my hips in a bruising grip. He positions behind me before giving himself a couple strokes from the sight. I feel myself start to get agitated from how long he's taking.

As soon as I open my mouth to say something I feel him insert himself slowly. He whispers a couple praises into my ears but I can't hear it over the pleasure being sent through my body. I moan and he slowly start to thrust in and out. All I can do is desperately hold onto the pillows and bedsheets. Fuck! I'm lost in a fucking fountain of dreams! He reaches up and grabs my hair before forcing my hair back. Forcing my back to arch and for me to moan uncontrollably. He covers my already marked up neck and shoulders and replaces them with newer and darker ones.

I reach down and start to jerk myself off, fuck, I can't take it. But his praises being whispered into my ears encourage me to keep going. I stroke in rhythm with his thrust and moan uncontrollably before coming into my hand with him following a couple moments later. I collapse onto the bed, breathless and unable to do anything while he pulls out and hugs me.

"You took me so well again, Red. You're a natural at this." He kisses the back of my shoulder before he picks me up and takes me to his bathroom and sets me down on the counter while pressing a kiss against my forehead. He fills the bath up with warm soapy water along with a couple oils. "Are you sore?" He looks back at me as I nod. He walks back over and hugs me. "I'm sorry Red, but don't worry. You'll be better soon. I promise, and then we'll be able to get you measured for a suit for tonight." And with that he takes my hoodie and T-shirt off and picks me back up while getting in the bath with me sitting his his lap.

He gently plays with my hair and keeps whispering praises into my ear. I'm a fucking mess right now, but I love it. And I don't hear that voice of needing to be saved. I don't need anyone but him to
Help me.