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The elevator chimed its arrival at the penthouse suite, a metallic whisper before doors slid open. Cathleen stepped out into opulence shadowed by an ominous hush. Xavier's grip on her hand tightened as he led her through the sprawling space, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet.

"Xavier, what is this place?" Cathleen's voice echoed slightly, betraying her unease.

"Something special for you," he murmured, guiding her past the usual trappings of luxury to an inconspicuous door at the far end. He didn't knock—this was his domain.

With a click, darkness greeted them, until Xavier reached in and flicked the lights on. Cathleen's breath hitched. This wasn't a bedroom; it was a playroom. The walls were lined with shelves, a dark smorgasbord of leather and steel. In the center, the spanking bench loomed—a cruel promise under the stark light.

"You bring your victims here?" Her words came out sharper than intended, spiked with jealous venom.

"No, you are the first victim here, Cat." His voi