The masked courtesan in Xavier Redins bed

XAVIER REDINS As expected on a Friday night, De LACASA was buzzing with life and activities. People hooking up with each other, music blasting from the speakers, colored neon lights, the loud clicking of glasses and strippers by the dance pole. This was what I needed to get the heavy feeling off my chest. Dealing with my dad was getting harder as the day went by, thanks to his tenaciousness about me leading his company. I wondered why it was so hard for him to ever acknowledge the things I wanted. With slow strides, I made my way through the chain of people gathered together on the dance floor, swaying their bodies to the sound of Gabriella by Katseye which resonated with the speakers. Considering my hate for music, how I always found comfort in it baffled me. Off the dance floor, I pulled my golden access card from my pants pocket and swiped it on the metal guard of the private elevator. The doors dinged open to two blonde men fumbling and smacking each other. Too invested to even notice my presence, I let myself in and pressed the button with B engraved on it. The doors closed and I rode to my floor, opening again to reveal Martins by the table side, gulping a flute of champagne. I met Martins ten years ago in high school. He introduced me to racing and when I showed interest in pursuing it as a career, he was the only one who didn't judge me. With brown shoulder-length hair, matching honey brown eyes and a tall build of six feet four inches, he was every lady's dream man. And being the owner of the biggest hotel chain in the city, his pockets also appeared to be blessed. On sighting me, his eyes quickly lit up. “Xavier!!” He yelled, enveloping me in a tight hug that clouded my nostrils with the strong scent of his fruity cinnamon perfume and alcohol. “Hey man.” My reply was flat as I stylishly pushed him away. After carefully scrutinizing him from his beige shirt that hugged his torso, to his indigo ripped jeans and Nike shoes, I quickly understood that he was already wasted. “Look at you!” With an arm over my shoulders, he leaned on me as I led him to our seats. “How much did you drink, Martins? You look bad.” “C'mon dude. I'm at a club, so I have got to loosen up.” He gulped his remaining drink, and beckoned to the waiter to get us another one. “And I think you should too.” “I wish it was that easy, man.” “C’mon Xavier! You really shouldn't let your old man rile you up like this.” “Trust me, I try.” I dragged a tired hand down my face. “All he cares about is his f*****g company and why I should be his heir. Can't he just understand that I'm not interested?” Martins stared at me for a while and threw his head back in laughter. “What the hell is funny dude?” “I just can't seem to wrap my head around you being a CEO.” “Arse!” “Xavier Redins in a suit, signing business deals and going to meetings? I have a higher chance of seeing a fish walk on land.” “Be serious, Martins.” The waiter arrived and served us our drinks. “Of course I am,” he retorted. “If your old man can see the vision I have, then he would understand that he was better off selling his company.” “I’m fed up, man.” I really wished there was a way I could express how much my father's constant coercion burrowed into me. He had lost my mom a few days after she gave birth to me and took on the role of raising me alone. Though I understood that the pressure of leading the company might have gotten to him sometimes, I never saw it as an adequate excuse to explain his absence in my life, leaving me to the care of various nannies and carers. Apart from that, he also never seemed to appreciate anything I did and it always broke me. The day I had told him about my interest in racing, he smashed a wine glass on my head and grounded me for two whole months. That was the period I swore to go for what I wanted and stop trying to impress him. “And I understand your plight, Xavier,” Martins voiced, rubbing my shoulder. “But all I'm saying is that you try to loosen up tonight. That's specifically why I asked you to come here. Even if your dad doesn't applaud you, you still have a life to live and don't let him determine that for you.” I shrugged, gulping down the contents of my glass. “With that, there's this lady I would love to introduce you to. She's really famous amongst the guests here for being good at…” I didn't let him finish. “You know my history with women.” For the last two months, after a wild experience with one of my managers who branded me as the most scandalous celebrity in the city, I have decided to keep off women for a while, knowing the damage it did to my career. “It will be a one-night stand, Xavier. You have nothing to worry about. Besides, this club has a reputation for being very discreet with their clients and workers. That's why most of the elites come here.” Following his words, I trailed my eyes into the VIP crowd and, true to him, most of the elite CEO, personnel and celebrities I knew were all parading and having the time of their lives. “Martins…” “No more protests, Xavier.” He handed me another drink. “I think you should try it and if she's not to your taste, then you can back out. As for the payment and handling, consider it my little gift to cheer you up.” “You really have a weird way of cheering me up,” I joked. “I got you.” He threw a soft jab at my chest and gestured to one of the waiters by the side. “Here.” He handed him a black card. “We have a reservation.” The man inspected the details on the card and a warm smile crossed his lips. “Please follow me.” His head bobbed into a small bow. I turned to Martins again, unsure of the decision I was about to make, but he flashed me a wide grin. “Go on, Xavier.” And leaning to my ear, he whispered. “I hope you have fun.” My eyes rolled at his brazenness, but I choked up and followed the bartender. He led me to the left wing of the VIP room that gave way to a dark hallway, where various doors were strategically situated alongside paintings, flower vases and artifacts. Far from what the club looked like, this place looked more like a hotel. “We make sure to protect our clients' image and identity,” the man began, fiddling with a file in his hand. I couldn't help but notice his cross tattoo. “And we offer the best services too. I really hope you have a good time.” Then, he stopped in front of a room, pressed the card at its side access point and handed it to me. “Your company will be ready in a few minutes.” With a nod, I stepped into the room and my mouth could only drop in awe. Martins wasn't wrong after all. It was a sanctuary of crimson shadows, bathed in the glow of red ambient light. The sprawling bed dominating the space with black silk sheets and pillows neatly draped over it, looked really tempting. Alongside, partly drawn red velvet curtains hung heavy beside the bed, giving light to the massive floor-to-ceiling window that framed a glittering nocturnal cityscape. The room was simple yet inviting, and I couldn't help but fantasize about what would go down tonight. The thought of having a woman in my arms again after two months felt nerve wracking. For a long time, I had been known as the Casanova of the city, thanks to my good genes. Honestly, I didn't even mind and instead, lived up to the standards. Without many things to my liking, it was a very good way of channeling my anger. And these women constantly throwing themselves at me only made it easier. Waltzing around, my eyes fell on the wine and two glasses beside the bed stand and I thought about making myself comfortable while waiting for my said companion. ********** I had already lost track of time, but I had successfully downed two full bottles of wine that had turned my vision hazy and left my head banging. It had also made me burrow inside with enough fury to burn down the room that had once calmed me. How dare they keep me waiting? After dialing Martins for the umpteenth time, I figured it was better to return to my house. Although not without giving these people a piece of my… The clicking sound of the door cut through my reverie as a lady stepped in, shutting it behind her. Following her was a sweet vanilla scent that immediately filled the room and clouded my nostrils too, dissipating every bit of anger in me. Draped in a short silver glittering halter strap gown that possessed an asymmetrical slit that ran to her waist, adjoining the back piece with a few silver chains, I felt my member rise immediately at the sight of her tantalizing legs. With a silver ankle wrap heel and necklace, her look was simple, slutty and ethereal. “Hey daddy.” She sashayed towards me like a vixen and joined me in bed. “Did I keep you waiting for a long time?” You bet! Up close, I took notice of her wavy black waist-length hair and deep brown eyes. I wondered what she really looked like behind her white cat mask that had silver chains dangling from it. “You're finally here,” I heard myself say, hoping she wouldn't notice my gawking at her. She was really beautiful… “And I promise to make it up to you.” Her thumb grazed the side of my cheek and her soft purr filled my head. “Xavier.” Interesting. Dropping the wine bottle on the table, I leaned towards her and gripped her throat, ignoring the sudden pang of guilt that hit me and allowing her scent to fill me up again. Damn!! “And how do you plan to do that?” Her hands circled my wrist and the touch sent shivers down my spine, causing me to loosen my grip a bit. “If you’d let me.” “You deserve penance for what you did, miss.” “Technically, I was just preparing myself for you.” She traced her nail down my exposed chest. “And for my penance,” A slutty smile escaped her lips. “You are going to have me all night.” Her announcement sobered me a bit. Though I couldn't tell if it was alcohol or the urge to be with a woman again, I just knew one thing. I couldn't afford to waste time with this woman. “f**k!” Pulling her, I crashed my lips on her, savoring its softness and fullness. Her gloss, which had a taste of strawberry and whiskey, made me lose touch with reality. There was nothing passionate about my kiss, but she was quick to respond to my touches, a soft moan eliciting from them. Wrapping my hand around her waist, I pressed her body towards mine, feeling the soft graze of her n*****s on me while parting her lips with my tongue and grazing it over her. She tasted divine… With a sharp move, I slammed her on the bed and deepened the kiss, drinking from her deep saliva that I couldn't get enough of. Even though I had tasted blood, she didn't stop as her hands roamed my body. That I hated. Riled, I broke from the kiss and grabbed both her hands, pinning them over her head. “What's wrong?” Her voice sounded like disappointment. Ignoring her question, I ripped her dress into two and got a loud shriek. The dress was silky and thin, but it should serve a purpose for me. “Sir…” she began, but I placed a finger over her lips. Fastening the fabric over her head, I tightened the remaining on the headboard and slipped out of bed to admire her body. Under the dim light, her chest slowly heaved, and her brown eyes flickered behind her mask. The tattoo of a snake hanging on a cross was beautifully situated at her mid upper thigh and a piercing at her navel. The fact that she remained calm despite the trickery of her position, aroused me the most. “You're not scared?” I asked, riding off my clothes. “......... Her confidence also turned me on. Fuck! Get your s**t together man! Stepping closer, I leaned towards her and whispered, “By the time I'm done with you, you will ache for me again. You’d hate me for making you feel good, and you’d love me for invading your senses.” Then I held her neck. “And I will definitely be at your grasp but very far away from you.” She stifled a moan and her throat bubbled. I loved the sound of it. “That's my pound of flesh.” “But…” “My rules, masked lady.” I cut in, thankful for the small wine I was able to remain. Taking a small sip, I slowly spilled the liquid from her throat down to her lower belly, just mere inches away from her nature. Due to the coldness of the liquid, she shuddered whenever it trailed down her body. “What are you doing?” She asked, her brows knotted in confusion. I took her lips in mine again, pouring some of the wine into her mouth and kissed her senseless, until her breathing became haggard. Then, using my tongue, I followed the trail on her body down to her stomach. She moaned at the delight, her fingers tightening around the fabric. “Sir Xavier..” “Call me Xavier.” She bit down on her lower lip as I went further, and I nearly lost it. “Call me Xavier..” Using my tongue, I swirled on her neatly shaven upper riff, and she arched her back in response. She didn't want to give me that satisfaction that she was enjoying what I was doing to her. Gripping both her legs, I pinned them to the bed and took another gulp of wine. When I got to the middle of her woman, her eyes widened at the realization of what I was about to do. “No…” I couldn't see her fully due to the dim light, but I knew the small flesh peeking out was her c******s, the most sensitive part of a woman. I grabbed a pillow, pushed it under her waist and poured the wine on her p***y, earning me another moan. “Please…” Her voice was so sensual. It made me want to kiss her but instead, I smirked. “Say my name.” “Are you being serious right now?” She fired, visibly angry. I moved again, this time hovering above her. With pouty lips, she looked gorgeous, and I had the urge to remove her mask. But the thrill of sexing a stranger was rushing through me in a way I couldn't explain. “You little b***h!” I took her lips and when she wanted to kiss back, I drew out. “You're clearly enjoying my touch.” Another sensual kiss on her lips. “But you won't give the credit?” I cupped her breast and stroked her hard n****e. “Mmm…” She was struggling to keep afloat. “Because you're not deserving of it.” I laughed. “We’ll see about that.” It felt like a challenge, and I was more than determined to make her say my name. Still fumbling her left breast, I took the right in my mouth and sucked hard, twirling the n*****s with my tongue and fingers. She winced from the pleasure and bit hard into her lower lip. “You're going to bruise their lips.” Before she could respond, I grazed her folds with my thumb. She shut her eyes from the impact. Her resistance only turned me on the more. Moving over, I pinned her legs with my hands and grazed my tongue over her fold. It tasted like wine and something feral that would end me. “Ohh God!” I grazed my tongue downwards on her again and took her c**t in my mouth, nibbing on the softness of the skin. Her toes curled in my hands, and she arched her back, thrusting further into my mouth. Sensing her need, I slipped a finger into her and pulled it out, together with her wetness. “You're so damn floored.” “Shut up!” She hissed, glaring at me. “Ohh yeah?” “You're clearly…” I cut her off with a kiss. “You talk a lot.” I slipped two fingers into her again and began stroking her inner walls, while pressing down her c**t with my thumb. Her head thrown back in pleasure, she moaned everything apart from my name until I felt her walls tightened around my fingers and I pulled out. “f**k!” “I want you to say my name.” She rolled her eyes, biting down at her lower lip again. You wanna play hard, right? Quickly, I peeled off my clothes until I was stark naked before her. At the sight of my d**k, her face flushed, and she gulped, a reaction that made my insides rig with joy. I was generously blessed with my third leg and though her reaction was expected, I didn't understand why it sent jitters to my stomach. Climbing onto the bed again, I reached to her and fisted my hands into her hair. “Suck!” I actually wasn't expecting her to, but she caved in and took my tip in her mouth. She first swirled her tongue over it before taking the length fully. As she bobbed her head up and down, hitting my tip at the nook of her throat, pleasure groans escaped my lips. Her lips over me were soft and the way her tongue played with my member felt surreal. Soon, I felt my bulge increasing and my body climbing a peak until I climaxed in her mouth. “f**k!” I planted a kiss on her lips. “That felt so good!” If her lips tasted like this, what more about her p***y? Grabbing another pillow, I stuffed it below her waist and finally got a peak view of her nature. Between two plush folds, her meat protruded out the middle in a teasing manner, and her inner hole was desperately calling out to me. Planting another kiss on it, I steadied her legs and slipped into her, arousing a moan from both of us. The way it blended made me feel sparks in my body. Leaning down, I took her lips in a slow kiss, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and my d**k into her walls. As our bodies collided into each other, she kissed me back with so much aggression and need, while moaning into my mouth. Pulling from the kiss, I grabbed her thighs and placed them on my shoulders, then rammed into her with increasing speed. “This feels so f*****g good!” I groaned in all honesty. Because the feeling of her walls pulsating and contracting over my d**k was out of this world. In my twenty-six years of living, I had never had s*x that felt this good. “I think I'm coming.” She moaned, gripping the rope hard. Me too. “Then say my name, baby.” I cooed, locking my eyes in hers. “Xavier…” “Yes baby! Fuck.” my pace increased as we both got thrown into immense pleasure until we both climaxed at the same time. After that, I quickly undid the fabric and flipped her over at the edge of the bed where we went for another round of soul-lifting s*x. We ended up going about six rounds in different positions that night before I became worn out. But the next morning after awakening to the chirping of birds, she was gone.