Chapter 93 Having Her

• 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 headboard and the foot of it, a bench with similar devices, and a couple of hooks hanging from the ceiling. On the wall were fixtures with a variety of devices attached to them: riding crops, paddles, clamps, and gags. It was a lot for Cathleen to take in at once. However, she needed him to ease the pain between her legs. Xavier closed the door, shutting out the outside world.
• Cathleen walks to the wall and starts touching a paddle hanging from it. It was big, with raised letters over the surface that formed the word "slut." Cathleen squirmed as Xavier stood behind her, his breath on her neck. “We can take it slow if it’s your first time being a sub.” Cathleen so daringly answered.