Upon returning from the Glow Girl event with Cathleen, Xavier swiftly exited his car. Circling around to the passenger side, he lifted Cathleen in a bridal style. Unexpectedly, she tensed, tightly crossing her legs and biting her lip until it started to swell. Ignoring the uneasy feeling creeping into his mind, Xavier proceeded inside with her.As though the clenching of her legs wasn’t enough, Cathleen turned as Xavier carried her, and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him closer and increasing the intensity of their embrace. her wet panties brushing against Xavier’s pants. A low, seductive moan escaped her lips, causing Xavier to pause in his tracks. The sound sent shivers down his spine, and he shook his head to try and clear his thoughts.With a determined look on his face, he continued to climb the stairs towards Cathleen's room. As he pushed open the door, he gently placed her on the bed and stood back for a moment, taking in the sight of her lying there before
Cathleen's thoughts whirled uncontrollably, her mind consumed by the image of Xavier's naked form. She had seen his thick, impressive dick, and in her current state, she knew it could easily overwhelm her if it were to fill her pussy. Fighting to banish these thoughts from her mind, Cathleen closed her eyes tightly. She couldn't allow herself to think of Xavier that way; after all, he had been ruthlessly bedding Olivia at every opportunity, not even caring that his own wife was in the same building.The memory of their illicit trysts flooded Cathleen's mind, causing her stomach to twist with a mixture of arousal and disgust. This was not the man she had married; this was something entirely different—something dark, dangerous, and enticing. The tension between them simmered like a pot on the stove, ready to boil over at any moment.Not to mention their last sex was just next room to hers; she could hear everything—how the headboard hit against the wall, how Olivia screamed his name. Sh
Xavier shifted uncomfortably, feeling out of place in this elegant setting. His rough edges and rugged appearance seemed at odds with the refined surroundings. Cathleen's gaze lingered on him, noticing how her wet pussy seemed to have a physical effect on him. He couldn't recall the last time he had been so visibly aroused by a woman. The heat radiating from his body was undeniable, and she could see the strain in his pants as his cock hardened under her gaze. It was both exhilarating and unnerving to see such a primal reaction in someone like Xavier, who usually exuded control and confidence. But in that moment, all that seemed to melt away as he succumbed to the intense desire she stirred within him.Xavier couldn't bear to watch any longer. His body felt like it was on fire as he left Cathleen's room in a rush, his heart pounding in his chest. It was as if he were being chased by a predator, desperate to escape before it caught him. He stumbled into his own room and shut the door be
Xavier boarded his jet with Cathleen. He kept on feeling drawn to Cathleen; he was even scared that maybe he might cross the line after tonight. He brushed it off and kept staring at his watch. He didn’t want anyone with them, as Cathleen was still under whatever the fuck she was given at that party, and she couldn’t stop touching herself. When the jet was close to Miami, Xavier smiled wickedly. But then he stared at Cathleen; she was now seated in one place, opening and closing her palms. Her mouth was completely red from biting. She looked nervous. But instead, Xavier allowed himself to appreciate all of her body's dips and curves, with her black hair still tied in a ponytail. Cathleen loved tying her hair like that, and it had been torture for Xavier, but he chose not to think much about it until today. Every time Cathleen tied her hair like that, he always had thoughts of tugging on it. Xavier looked at Cathleen and groaned, suddenly feeling the heat to spice things up. He shifte
Xavier carries Cathleen in a bridal style as he strides into one of his luxurious properties in Miami. His footsteps echo through the grand hallways, each step triggering distant memories and feelings he had long buried. The house was always bustling with workers, but Xavier rarely visited, as the opulence and grandeur only served to remind him of the man he used to be. As they reach his bedroom, he pauses at another door, hidden within the lavish room. This door leads to what can only be described as a dungeon—a secret chamber dedicated to all things BDSM. The air is thick with a heady mix of leather and musk, hinting at the countless pleasures that await within its walls.There were no windows in the room, only dark, black-painted walls. Cathleen knew Xavier was always wearing black, but she didn't know he was this dark. The light in the room was dim, but it still allowed Cathleen to see enough inside. The room was too spacious to conceal anything. A huge bed with cuffs attached to
The liquid gold of champagne kissed Olivia's lips with deceptive sweetness, the bubbles popping like tiny explosions of anticipation. Her eyes flickered past the flute's rim, scanning for Cathleen's familiar silhouette. She wasn't back yet. Olivia slid off the high chair at the bar with a practiced and effortless grace, her heels clicking a steady rhythm on the marble floor as she made her way to the restroom."Evening," Olivia murmured, her head bowing just enough to feign respect without submission as she passed a pair of exiting women. The smirk that followed clung to her face like a shadow of darker thoughts.Inside, the restroom carried echoes of hushed voices and running water, now fading away. Olivia's gaze swept across the vacant space, settling on the one stall that dared to be occupied. A witch's cackle bubbled up from her throat, unbidden but not unwelcome."You stole what was meant to be mine." She hissed at her reflection, watching the crimson curve of fresh lipstick glid
After disappearing into the restroom, Xavier didn’t understand anything. He wanted more of Cathleen; strangely enough, he had never been one to want someone so bad. He ran a hand over his hair, and he stood in the restroom, surprised at how good Cathleen felt. Having sex with her became an addiction. He entered a shower, and once he was done, he knew he needed to have her again. needed to punish her, but there was this lingering thought he had, but he brushed it off as he thought it couldn't be possible.Meanwhile, Cathleen was still lying on the bed as she turned to the side and saw bloodstains. She gasped and quickly took the bedsheets and threw them in one corner. She stood, looking at them. “I can’t let Xavier see this; he doesn’t have to know.” She says that as she stood there looking at the bedsheets, she noticed another door, quickly opened it, and saw a washing machine. Cathleen drew the bedsheets inside and searched for a plug to wash the bedsheets, but she couldn’t find anyt
Cathleen's stomach gives a funny twist as Xavier drags her to the center of the room. “I don’t normally like treating my subs like slaves, but you, my little wife, have been a bad girl. When I talk to you, you talk back. And Daddy doesn’t really like that.” Cathleen gritted her teeth and sucked it all in.“You fucking look good, my little Cat,” Xavier says as he brushes Cathleen’s soft cheeks, Cathleen is still in pain; her first time was with her beastly husband, who ate her and left no crumbs. He made sure to leave a mark, and did he fucking leave a mark? He sure did, but Cathleen refused to let Xavier take all the credit. She remained like the cat she was on the floor, refusing to show Xavier that it was her first time.Cathleen opened her mouth to speak, but Xavier placed a gag in her mouth. “I like you more when you are in this position. No insults because there is a gag.”Xavier’s hand started pressing Cathleen’s nipples; he was gentle, very gentle, but pulled. Then he pulled hi
Xavier strode through the door, the weight of the day sloughing off his shoulders at the sight ahead. Cathleen stood at the stove, her movements fluid, and practiced, with little Bella snug against her back in a carrier, her chubby cheeks squished against her mother's spine. He couldn't help but smile."Hey, my girls," he murmured, bending to press a kiss first on Cathleen's temple, then on Bella's forehead, inhaling the homely scent of cooking and baby shampoo. He watched them for a moment longer before turning away, the warmth of their closeness giving way to the chill of the sitting room."I know you don't want to hear this," he called over his shoulder, the words carrying an edge as they cut through the domestic scene, "but your father has been discharged from the hospital."Cathleen's stirring stilled, her body tensing up. She exhaled, a weary sound that seemed to carry all the weight of her dread. "I can't lose him," she whispered more to herself than to Xavier."Old man's tough
Xavier’s heart was pounding, and his footsteps thundered as he descended the stairs. The scene before him was a twisted tableau: Avery’s arm was outstretched, her gun aimed directly at Cathleen, his wife, but Cathleen stood firm, unflinching, like stone."Aaa, right on time, babe," Avery cooed, her gaze sickly sweet upon Xavier. "I wanted you to watch when I shot her; she is the wall blocking our love from blooming.""Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his hands lifting in a gesture of surrender. "Avery, you must have forgotten; I am Cathleen's husband, not yours." His voice was ice, calmness belying the chaos."Always playing saint, aren't we?" Avery's scorn sliced through the air. "It has always been simple. Live your life to the fullest, but stay away from what's mine. Was that too much to ask Cathleen?"Her laughter was manic, echoing off the walls.Xavier's eyes flicked to Cathleen, searching for fear, for surrender. There was none. She was a fortress, her expression unreadable
Chaos erupted. Amidst the somber atmosphere of the funeral, a sudden shriek shattered the silence as William's lifeless body collapsed onto the ground. His blood stained the grass, mingling with the soil near Dora's freshly filled grave. "Oh, my God!" The cry echoed through the cemetery."She shot her own father!" Accusations flew as mourners scattered like leaves in a gale.Avery stood there, her face contorted with rage; her gun was still pointed at Cathleen. William took a shot for Cathleen because he couldn’t let her die; she was the only good one in the family. William’s body is now a barrier to Avery's twisted desires. People swarmed between them, their panic a living wall blocking Avery's line of fire."Move!" Avery's scream lashed out, raw and violent. But the crowd surged, oblivious to her fury. She spat venom at Cathleen, her voice a snarl. "You fucking bitch, I will make sure I finish what I started, and I will never stop until Xavier is mine!"Cathleen refused to let the c
A chill wind swept over the cemetery, rustling the solemn rows of tombstones. Cathleen's heels crunched on the gravel, her black dress clinging to her like a second skin. Xavier's arm was a vice around their daughter Bella, his jaw set and eyes dark as the sky above. Murmurs rippled through the crowd as they advanced, a wave of turned heads marking their path."Look at that," someone hissed from the sea of black attire."Did she really have to come?""Shh...it's starting."They settled near the front, close enough for William to feel their presence. His eyes met Cathleen's, an unspoken storm in the glance they shared. Cathleen lowered her gaze, a silent nod to the man who'd never let her fall. Avery, standing rigid by the casket, simmered with an anger so potent it could curdle blood."You shouldn't be here," she spat under her breath, words meant for snakes's ears only.Cathleen ignored her, the air too thick with grief and old grudges. She straightened, shoulders back, defiance etch
Xavier's arms, sinewy and sure, cradled Cathleen's limp form as he lifted her from the cold, unforgiving floor of the dungeon. The dim light cast shadows over her face, the afterglow of their session still etched on her features. He navigated the hallway with a predator's grace, each step deliberate, carrying his wife to the sanctuary of their bedroom and throwing the walk-in closet.He laid her down on the bed, silk sheets enveloping her like a lover's embrace. Xavier’s eyes lingered on Cathleen, tracing the curve of her cheek, the swell of her chest rising and falling in slumber. She was a vision—a tempestuous beauty drained by their shared intensity.The need for taking a shower before he sleeps pulled him away, and he slipped out of his clothes, leaving them in a heap. The shower beckoned, a hiss of steam and spray echoing off the marble. Water cascaded over him, a baptism washing away the remnants of their dark play.Surrounded by a thick cloud of steam, the sound of his phone pi
Cathleen's tongue moved with skilled precision, tracing the throbbing vein beneath his tight skin. Every time she sucked on it, he let out a deep guttural groan, his hips a machine of raw, carnal rhythm. he was using her as an instrument to fulfill his primal needs. She was merely an object to him, a tool for his darkest cravings, and yet she gloried in it."Fuck," he gasped, his voice a low animal growl. His body tensed, every muscle coiled tight, ready to unleash the storm brewing deep within his loins. Her mouth—so damn perfect—was both his heaven and hell. He hovered, teetering on the brink of oblivion, debating whether to cum on her face or her throat.Swallow it, he decided.He drove into her, relentless, his grip on her hair unyielding. Small thrusts turned her throat into his personal sanctum, his temple of release. And then the curse of his climax broke free—a whisper against the roar of his pleasure. Hot jets filled her, branding her insides, and though she gagged, she took
Cathleen's gaze lingered on the floor, her posture a silent testament to submission. The air crackled with tension, thick with the scent of longing and power. Xavier towered over her, his presence an oppressive force that kept her tethered to the spot."You're going to let me fuck your mouth," he commanded, voice like gravel. His eyes bored into her, capturing every flicker of emotion that danced across her features. Lust swirled there, betraying her inner turmoil. "And if you're lucky, I'll let you cum before I'm done with you for the night. But you've got to make it good for me if you want that to happen. Do you understand?"Her silence hung heavy between them until he prodded, "I asked you a question."She nodded, her voice a whisper lost in the void. "I understand.""Good girl," Xavier praised, a crooked smile playing on his lips. He made a show of unbuckling his belt, the sound slicing through Cathleen's resolve. His cock sprang free, already half-hard—evidence of his own desire
Cathleen's jaw tightened, and she gritted her teeth as Xavier's fingers glided over her skin. She held herself back, resisting the urge to give in to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. He enjoyed the resistance she put up and the battle between them as she fought against him. But he knew it wouldn't last for long."Fuck," the word hissed out between her teeth—a half curse, half sigh—as he withdrew from her most sensitive spot, only to invade her with a sudden thrust. His fingers curled inside her, an unspoken invitation to succumb. Cathleen’s body betrayed her with a shudder, slick warmth coating his probing digits."Mmm, it feels like you want my dick in you right now, Cat." Xavier's voice dripped with taunting arrogance. "Do you want me to fuck you? Bend you over?"Silence hung, broken only by her stifled whimper. Her silence was submission enough for now.As he observed her, Xavier couldn't help but notice the quickening rise and fall of her chest, a clear sign of her arousal de
"Come here," Xavier commanded, the authority in his voice as palpable as the tension crackling between them. Cathleen’s glare could have cut glass, but she stepped forward anyway, her heels clicking sharply against the cold floor. Towering over her, he reveled in the height difference, utilizing it to impose and dominate. His hand reached out, fingers grazing her jaw, demanding her gaze."Look at me." The words were a velvet growl.Reluctantly, her eyes met his, defiance sparking within their depths. Even scowling, she exuded a beauty that was raw and real, stirring something predatory within him. Swiftly, he fastened the collar around her neck, meticulously adjusting it until it lay just so. The ring dangled, a silent testament to who commanded this game."Perfect," he murmured, stepping back to admire her. His eyes traced her form, approving yet unsatisfied. He held up a finger, a silent command punctuated by a menacing grin. "Wait one second. Don't move.""Is that an order, sir?" H