This is book 2 in the "Beautiful Destruction" series. You MUST READ "Theirs to Claim" first in order to understand this one.
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When I was ten, my father told me that all of my dreams would one day come true. Naively, I believed him.
I may have gr...
A/N:Sexual Content Warning 🌶 A/N:Brief reference to chapter 71 regarding Xavier's initiation and sexual assault.
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Chapter 45 : Madelyn Sunday, January 1st, 2023
If somebody told me a year ago that Xavier Alcaraz would be bound to a bed and stripped naked before me, I wouldn't have believed them. Perhaps if it were the other way around, perhaps then it would seem more likely. Yet, here we were with that exact image playing out in real life.
He's silent right now, his hands still positioned above his head despite there being no restraints to hold him there. I told him to do it, so he did.
Although my brain takes a few minutes to catch up with reality, Xavier doesn't even seem to care. Instead, he watches me with curious, almost intrigued eyes as I move from my spot in the middle of the room, listening to the way my feet softly pad against the floor with my motions. Walking over to a double-sided rack that they—we—keep the cuffs on, I silently scan over my options.
We have what are your stereotypical metal handcuffs, and ones specifically designed for the St. Andrew's Cross in the corner of the room. We have ones that are thick and others that are thin, ones that are meant to attach two people together.
What catches my attention for tonight, however, is the series of padded cuffs we have, something that won't bite into the skin or sport any risks of injury if not monitored properly.
For the smallest of seconds I consider choosing the fuzzy hot pink ones that are hooked in the far right corner of the board. Xavier's lucky I can't reach them.
Instead, I choose a sleek black pair that seem durable enough to contain the couple hundred pounds of muscle that makes up Xavier.
"You doing okay, sweetheart?" Xavier checks in on me just as I turn back to face him, my mouth watering at the throbbing erection that rests against his stomach. As I move, I get a glance at his piercing too, glinting every now and then in the light.
Oh, I'm going to have so much fun with him.
Not answering his question, I instead walk back over to where he is draped over the bed, suddenly understanding just how much of a power imbalance clothing can create. I'm still fully dressed, sans my heels, and it puts Xavier in a place where he can feel more vulnerable than if we were equally clothed.
I watch as he swallows when I crawl onto the mattress, his Adam's apple bobbing and his throat working to contain whatever thick emotion he's feeling right now. I recognize that some of what I'm doing could be a trigger to his past, namely the night of his initiation, and that it will be better to err on the side of caution for now.
Although the trust is already present between us, reassurance is always important in my mind.
"You know I love you, right?" I say, my body now hovering directly over his with the cuffs dangling by his head.
