Novel Legend
No-strings-attached
Xavier shifted uncomfortably, feeling out of place in this elegant setting. His rough edges and rugged appearance seemed at odds with the refined surroundings. Cathleen’s gaze lingered on him, noticing how her wet pussy seemed to have a physical effect on him. He couldn’t recall the last time he had been so visibly aroused by a woman. The heat radiating from his body was undeniable, and she could see the strain in his pants as his cock hardened under her gaze. It was both exhilarating and unnerving to see such a primal reaction in someone like Xavier, who usually exuded control and confidence. But in that moment, all that seemed to melt away as he succumbed to the intense desire she stirred within him.
Xavier couldn’t bear to watch any longer. His body felt like it was on fire as he left Cathleen’s room in a rush, his heart pounding in his chest. It was as if he were being chased by a predator, desperate to escape before it caught him. He stumbled into his own room and shut the door behind him, leaning heavily against it. But even with a physical barrier between them, he couldn’t escape the images that now tormented his mind-the sight of Cathleen pleasuring herself, her wetness glistening in the light. It was like cruel torture, taunting and tempting him at the same time. How could he ever look at her the same way again?
Xavier made a vow to himself, promising that he would never allow his desires to see Cathleen as more than just a woman and that he would never touch her. The thought of their union was purely for the sake of pleasing his father and nothing more. However, as time passed and they grew closer, Xavier couldn’t deny the allure of Cathleen’s beauty. Her delicate features, framed by cascading curls, seemed to glow in the sunlight. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence and humor, drawing him in despite his best efforts to resist. Slowly but surely, Xavier found himself succumbing to her charms and longing for more than just a political alliance.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.
He couldn’t deny the way his heart raced when he caught a glimpse of her. The woman, who had once been his nephew’s fiancee, is now a distant memory of a past relationship. Yet, every time he saw her, he couldn’t help but be reminded of her tangled history with his family. The way she moved and spoke, with an air of confidence and poise, hinted at hidden depths. She was like a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out-a mystery that both intrigued and frustrated him. And yet, he couldn’t allow himself to lust after her, even when she could have potentially used her charm to gain access to his father’s esteemed house. He tried to push away any thoughts of her, but it was difficult when her presence seemed to linger in every corner of his mind.
Xavier’s hand instinctively flew to his head, trying to erase the vivid images of Cathleen’s glistening, wet pussy from his mind. The pull toward her was strong, and he struggled to maintain his self-control. But Cathleen seemed determined to break down all of his barriers, slowly driving him to the edge of madness with her seductive ways. Every time she walked by, there was an electric energy that sizzled between them, making it nearly impossible for Xavier to resist her charms. It was a constant battle of willpower, but Cathleen always seemed to come out on top, slowly driving Xavier insane with desire.
Lately, when he had sex with Olivia, he found himself calling Olivia Cathleen. Not that he cared; Olivia was just a fuckbuddy, and the sooner she realizes that, the better. But why call Cathleen out of all the names in the world?
Xavier made his way to the shower, his heart racing, and his body tense. With trembling hands, he switched on the cold water, hoping it would calm his throbbing cock. He tried desperately to think of anything else, anything that wasn’t Cathleen West-or, should he say, Knight-but her image was burned into his mind. The memory of her luscious curves and piercing gaze was enough to stir him once again, despite the frigid water cascading down his body. As he stood there, trying to fight off the desire that consumed him, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was thinking of him too. Was she feeling this same intense longing, this insatiable need for each other? Or were these feelings one-sided, doomed to remain unfulfilled? Xavier pushed away these thoughts and focused on the cold water, hoping it would bring some relief from his relentless desire for Cathleen.
“When did I fucking start seeing Cathleen as a woman?” He thought. He tried to think of Olivia-the days when he fucked her till she couldn’t breathe-but it didn’t come close to the wet pussy he saw in his wife. Xavier’s thoughts became darker with more lust for Cathleen. As Xavier came out of the shower, he found Cathleen there on the floor, as though she was begging to be fucked. He looked at his naked body; he could easily kneel down, part her legs, and take her until she couldn’t breathe. She was trying to test his patience. His cock stood, and Cathleen, like a dutiful submissive wife, gazed lustily at his cock.
“What do you want, woman?” Xavier shouted, hoping his yelling would send Cathleen running from his room. He wasn’t prepared for her answer.
“I want you to tie me down, gag me, and spank me.” Xavier’s footing faltered; his past threatened to pull him back into its grip. It had been years since he walked away from that life, and he never wanted to go back. He left that life because he struggled to find a better sub, then decided to just fuck around without commitment.
His eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he stared at Cathleen. Her words were not a joke but a stark reality that made his heart race with a mixture of fear and excitement. This was the real Xavier, the dominant man who had once chosen to play the part of a reckless “fuck boy.” But now, his wife had pulled him back to his true self-an invitation he couldn’t resist. The internal battle between his desires and the expectations of society waged on, threatening to consume him in its fiery grip. He felt both liberated and trapped in this moment, unsure of what the future held for his reawakened identity. “Are you sure this is what you need, Cathleen?” He asked.
“I don’t like you; you don’t like me. I just need help, because this is killing me. We can go back to what we used to be after this. I won’t hold you responsible.” Cathleen says.
“Get dressed; we’re going to Miami,” Xavier says. Miami is where Xavier has a dungeon. He thought since it would be no-strings-attached sex, why not?