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. She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. Those thoughts were enough to make the ache between her legs disappear, but no, it became worse, and Cathleen was weak; she needed him. A man who sees her as just a paperwife and nothing more. A man who thinks she's selling her body for a living. This wasn't a man she wanted to give her first time to.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, betraying her silent plea to the man standing in front of her. Her eyes pleaded for understanding and mercy, but he remained unmoved. She turned and ran back to the bathroom, her sobs echoing off the walls. This time, she filled the tub with cold water and sank into it, hoping the cold embrace of the water would soothe her aching pussy and body. But even as she moaned in agony, there was no one there to comfort her. The man she married was just beyond the door, torn between his desires and his conscience. And as she lay there, alone in the bathroom, she couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat and betrayal wash over her over and over again.
As Cathleen reclined in the tub, the dirty thoughts came back, consuming her in ways she didn't understand. She wanted him to take her, to rip her innocence from her, make her scream and moan his name, and... She felt a hot wave running through her body, her heart beating fast, and her eyes rolling. She let out a scream as she cum. There was no shame in her eyes, because the euphoria she felt now was far more satisfying than allowing Xavier to have her physically.
Cathleen slowly eased herself out of the cold bath and padded into the bedroom, her skin still glistening with droplets of water. She found Xavier standing in the same spot she had left him, his pants bulging as a clear indication of his arousal. The fabric strained against the outline of his impressive member, threatening to tear at any moment. Cathleen couldn't help but feel a stirring of desire and anticipation as she climbed onto the bed, trying to hide the effects of her intense orgasm from earlier. But it was no use; she needed Xavier now more than ever. The room was filled with an intoxicating mix of musk and sweat, driving her wild with need. Her body writhed and begged for his touch, yearning for the release only he could provide. At that moment, nothing else existed but the overwhelming desire between her legs.
Cathleen perched on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide to reveal the delicate folds of her sex-a tempting invitation for Xavier to claim. Her gaze was fixated on his rock-hard cock, already wet and glistening through the fabric of his pants. As she watched, a rush of wild thoughts flooded her mind-ropes, chains, and gags. She closed her eyes, trying to make sense of the sudden surge of desire coursing through her. Xavier didn't strike her as the type for such intense play, but then again, he exuded an undeniable air of dominance. "Fuck!" she cursed under her breath. The anticipation and tension in the room were palpable now; there was a magnetic pull between them that neither could resist.
Suddenly, the idea of being spanked, blindfolded, and taken in ways she couldn't even imagine happening in her life flooded her thoughts. Cathleen wanted to be helpless and weak in the arms of Xavier. She was glad that Xavier couldn't read her thoughts because if he knew the picture she painted of him in her thoughts, he could have called her shameless.
Cathleen was a strong person who never surrendered to anyone, but ever since she met him, her husband, she has been surrendering to just anything this man lay on the table; even now, in her darkest thoughts, she is already playing the sub. Cathleen shook her head. She closed her legs, but to her surprise, Xavier smirked mischievously.
The devilish smirk on Xavier's face only deepened Cathleen's dark thoughts. She could picture herself kneeling before him, bound and helpless, with ropes tightly wound around her breasts and between her legs. Her mouth hung open in anticipation as Xavier towered above her, ready to give her throat some wicked training. A low moan escaped from Cathleen's lips at the mere thought of it. Xavier stared at her with a mixture of confusion and desire, unsure of what was going through her mind but unable to resist the temptation she presented. His eyes were on her cute little folds, which he wanted to touch, to claim and make his own. But then she was Cathleen, a woman he knows nothing about.
"Cat," Xavier called, and that pet name she hated so much now made her wet-so wet that she had to let out a moan. As though Xavier knew that the pet nae had some trigger on her, he repeated, "Cat, how are you feeling now?" How was she feeling? Cathleen thought. "I feel like being fucked, tied, spanked, and taken in ways I can't imagine." But those words couldn't leave her mouth; they were dirty, very dirty. Instead of her dirty thoughts, she chose to sound normal.
"Hot, very hot."