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 b**m. 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, bu
