The Billionaire’s Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter

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 his hand back and landed a hard slap on her chest. The slap made Cathleen’s breath catch. He grinned at her reaction and kept touching her. She shivered as he touched her neck; his hand trailed down her ass, then parted her legs. He stepped back; he was content. “On the bench,” he said, and Cathleen blinked but complied.

The wooden bench stood tall and proud, its surface padded with soft leather cushions. In order to mount it, Cathleen had to lay on her stomach, her body splayed out over the length of the bench. Her arms and legs dangled over the edges, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable. There was no hiding anything while perched up on this daunting piece of furniture. Every inch of her skin was on display, open for inspection by anyone who dared to look. The very thought sent shivers down her spine, yet she could not deny the thrill of excitement that coursed through her veins. This was a place for surrender, for letting go, and for embracing vulnerability in all its forms. And as she lay there, barring herself from the world, Cathleen knew that this experience would change her forever.

Xavier started to lock each cuff in place. Once he was done, he circled her. “Perfect, very perfect, Cat.” He trailed a hand in her spine, and Cathleen shivered. The heat started again. After the sex, she was relieved, but now she needed him again. If she told him to get over with it and fuck her, she would sound so needy. So she waited and let out a moan instead. He continued to trail on her spine, making the chain rattle against their brackets. She was trapped and bound. “If it gets too much…” Cathleen cut him off, trying to talk, but she couldn’t because of the gag. Xavier removed the gag so he could hear what she wanted to say.

“Piece of shit!” She says.

“What?”

“My safe words, piece of shit!” Xavier smiled, amused. It was supposed to be one word, but he let it be, raised his hand, and brought it down hard on her exposed ass. Cathleen gasped, and involuntarily, the pool in between her legs threatened to spill. Xavier slapped her ass again. The slaps were painful, but a curious pain that made her wet, and her kitty started throbbing. Xavier went on slapping her ass until Cathleen couldn’t hide how needy she was. How she wanted his dick in her. She rubbed herself against the bench, and Xavier caught it.

“Horny little, Cat.” He says that as he continued to spank her, Cathleen shuddered and moaned softly; she couldn’t hold it. The next slap was on her pussy and Cathleen jumped, and a low, brutal moan slipped from her lips. Cathleen needed something inside her pussy, and Xavier was somehow taking his time.

He kept on rubbing against her folds and slapping them in the process; Cathleen knew she couldn’t. Xavier slapped her ass hard. She knew her pride was crumbling with every slap on her pussy and ass. She knew the only way out was to beg. “Please.” She gasped out finally. “Please, Xavier.” Xavier laughed. “You want a dick in your needy pussy?” He said, rubbing his head on her slit harder, and Cathleen’s folds parted, trying to suck Xavier’s dick in her kitty.

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“I want it so bad.” She groaned, moving her hips so she could somehow swallow his dick, but he withdrew.

“Xavier, please, I feel so… I need it.” Cathleen has never wanted anything so bad. She should be mad at the fact that she was begging, and begging wasn’t her nature. “Just fuck me; forget the things I sad. I want your thick, long cock in me.” Xavier groaned as he pressed his dickhead right back against her needy pussy and slowly started to push it in.

Cathleen experienced waves of pleasure as Xavier’s thick head penetrated her, almost causing her to climax instantly. She could feel every single vein and ridge in his dick as he forcefully pushed it into her, inch by inch. The intense sensation was almost overwhelming, but she relished in the sharpness of each thrust, aching for more.

Her walls were spreading, stretching to fit around the massive cock, and it just seemed to keep going. Every time Cathleen thought it was done, that she was full, another inch of his dick slid in, and her mouth was hanging open while she fought for breath. ‘Did he fucking grow his dick after the last round?’ She thought as her nerves were singing with pleasure.

Cathleen moaned. She knew her moans sounded like she was a slut. She moaned and whined as she took him while whimpering his name as she took every inch of his dick.

“You like it, Cat?” Xavier asked as he pushed his last inch inside Cathleen, slamming it hard on her, and it made Cathleen jump a bit out of pleasure. “Do you want it slow or hard?” Xavier asked.

“Slow,” Cathleen says and Xavier started slamming his dick into her slowly as he dragged her by her ponytail. Increasing the pace. Cathleen started to fall apart. Cathleen’s voice echoed through the room, her breath hitching as she desperately called out to Xavier. But he showed no sign of stopping; his thrusts became more urgent and intense. The sound of chains rattling filled the air, betraying Cathleen’s need and desire for him. Yet she didn’t care about anything else at that moment; all she wanted was for Xavier to keep fucking her. And as he slammed into her with a force that made her gasp, Cathleen felt herself losing control. Sensations consumed her, building until they crashed over her like a tidal wave. With a cry of pure pleasure, she surrendered to the release, her body tensing and then shattering in an explosion of ecstasy as she screamed out his name.

Cathleen fought for breath, trying to keep herself coherent as she shook and writhed through the pleasure of it, caught up in the grip of how good it felt. Xavier didn’t stop; he kept fucking her, chasing his own release, moving in and out of her, and all Cathleen could do was moan and take it all in.

He had her at his mercy, desperate and begging. Every time Xavier thrust his cock in her, Cathleen wanted more and harder, but the bastard kept the pace he wanted. He was in charge.

Cathleen’s body trembled with the intense sensations building within her, signaling another powerful orgasm. She shut her eyes tightly and focused on the feeling, letting it wash over her like a tidal wave. Xavier’s cock filled her completely, hitting that sweet spot that made her see stars and send sparks shooting through her body. As the climax hit her, she cried out in pleasure, forgetting to breathe as every nerve ending came alive. Her vision blurred at the edges as waves of ecstasy pulsed through her, leaving her breathless and dizzy. It felt like pure fire, burning from within and consuming her whole being.

The wave of pleasure crashed over her, a never-ending tide that left her body oversensitive and trembling. As it finally subsided, she slumped onto the bench, grateful for its sturdiness to hold her up. Her heart raced with a mixture of pleasure and nerves, though at this point she was too spent to focus on anything else. She lay there, giving herself over to Xavier’s skilled touch, feeling every sensation amplified by the intense release of pleasure she had just experienced. It was like being caught in a whirlwind of sensation, unable to resist its pull, and simply surrendering to its power.

As the sun peeked through the window, Cathleen slowly opened her eyes and found herself in a new room. Gone were the hard wooden spanking bench and heavy chains, the cuffs, and the gags that had bound her the night before. She turned over and noticed Xavier’s peaceful slumber next to her, his dark curls falling gently over his face. In a moment of panic, she remembered the events of the previous day and anxiously searched for the dress she had been wearing. Finding it crumpled on the floor, she quickly put it on, determined to flee. With one last glance at Xavier’s sleeping form, she ran out of the house, leaving him alone.