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 anything. When she heard the door opening from the other side, she ran back to the room and pretended that she was on the floor waiting for Xavier to punish her.
Cathleen was on her knees, her hands behind her, and her head bowed down, not daring to look at Xavier. To Xavier, that was one hell of a position he couldn't resist. He wanted to taste her lips again. She was now starting to be his drug, and he didn't like it, as they were going to go back to normal as though they didn't know each other.
"So fucking ready for me, Cat." He growled and stepped forward, his cock hitting her messed-up ponytail. "Get up. I want to try out something with you." Cathleen obeyed. "I like how your pussy welcomes my cock with such ease; are you sure you won't want more of this cock, Cat?" Cathleen looked at him and answered.
"No, I won't. It's just for today because I need it."
"Do you want us to give it a trial that you don't want me, cat?" He asked as he held her gaze, and she blushed and then stepped backward. The entrance to the dungeon laundry room was the only place to go. Xavier took a step closer, and Cathleen's back ended up against it, leaving her trapped between it and Xavier. Xavier tipped her face up with two fingers under her chin, taking advantage of their height difference. He smirked as he leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss. "Fuck!" He barked as he broke the kiss and wanted to run for his life because he didn't like how he was feeling, but when Cathleen kissed him back, it started chaste and gentle. He pushed her back so she was pressed against the door and kissed her like he meant it, his lips working against hers. He nipped at her bottom lip with his teeth, and when Cathleen gasped softly, he pushed his tongue into her mouth, devouring her, and then broke the kiss.
"Do you really think we can be normal after today, Cat?" Cathleen didn't answer; she just tried to move away from the door that was trapping her. Xavier wasn't her type of man. He was far from it. She just didn't want drama; that's why she allowed him to have her. Cathleen refused to face another day like this with Xavier; he was huge and way too strong. His dick was okay for today, as she needed something big to penetrate her. But she didn't think she would want anything that huge for the rest of her life.
"I don't like you; this is just fucking." Cathleen spoke, and Xavier smirked.
"But you want me; you want to suck my cock; have it in your mouth." He paused and went on, "between your lips, fucking down your throat." He said. His voice was dominant and demanding.
"No, I don't." She answered. It was a lie; she wanted him, but she wanted him in between her thighs. She was feeling a little discomfort, but there was no way she would let him see through her facade.
"You have no idea what I can make you do, Cat." Xavier says, pinching her nipple, and Cathleen's mouth forms an 'O' shape. "On your knees." He says as he steps back, giving her room to do what he told her. But Cathleen stood there, looking at his cock. She didn't want him as a husband, but there was no denying the things his hands did to her, or, should I say, the dick. So she didn't do what she was told; she just held his gaze. "I said, On. Your. Knees!" Xavier barked
Cathleen smirked, challenging Xavier. Xavier did not like women who were programmed. He liked the feisty type, and Cathleen defying him was making him even harder. So she dared him. "Make me," she said, grinning.
Xavier's hand shot forward and grabbed a handful of her messed-up ponytail, tangling his fingers in it firmly and yanking it, and Cathleen cried out. Xavier pulled her by her hair, and he forced her down onto the floor on her knees, right how she was when he came out of the bathroom-a perfect position. "There, my little Cat," he said as he played with his cock, getting ready to be inside her mouth. "Open your mouth for me." She obeyed, and then Xavier slid his shaft inside her mouth, hissing a little, and then started to pump a little.
"So, Cat, are you sure you won't want more of this thick, long cock in the future?" Cathleen gagged as she shook her head, not letting go of the cock in her mouth. She closed her mouth and sucked hard on the tip, and Xavier knew if he left her, he might shoot. "Open your mouth, Cat." And then she obeyed. Xavier groaned and fed her the rest of his cock slowly until everything disappeared into her throat, surprising Xavier in the process because it was hard for her to do that before, and now she swallowed him whole.
Xavier smirked as his hard cock hit the back of her throat. But instead of backing off, she grabbed hold and began to expertly bob her head up and down, daring him to push deeper. Impressed with her skills, Xavier pulled out and reached for something nearby: a leash. Cathleen's eyes widened in surprise as he connected it to her collar, forcing her onto all fours like an obedient little kitten. With a firm grip on the leash, Xavier led her across the room, declaring, "It's time for you to play by Daddy's rules now, my little Cat."