CHAPTER 35

A few days later, life was unfolding smoothly for Ava. She was basking in the joys of romantic dates, steamy nights, and quality time with friends, culminating in the significant event of their graduation. The campus was abuzz with excitement and pride as graduates paraded in their elegant black gowns and caps, ready to celebrate their accomplishments.

As the ceremony commenced, the principal took to the podium, delivering an eloquent and moving speech that honored the dedication and achievements of the graduating class. After the principal's extensive address, he announced, "We will now recognize the top students of the university."

"The Business Department—Ms. Rose Miller, Ms. Mili Delcrov… and Ms. Ava Charlotte Jones."

Ava approached the stage, her heart swelling with pride. She shook hands with the principal, accepted her certificate with a beaming smile, and gracefully returned to her seat.

"Mr. Xavier Knight," the principal announced next. Xavier stepped onto the stage with an air of confidence and poise, repeating the ceremonial handshake and receipt of his diploma.

With the formalities complete, the graduates and their families gathered for photos, capturing the essence of their collective achievement. Following a delightful lunch filled with laughter and camaraderie, everyone departed to their respective homes.

That evening, Ava, Mia, and Amelia decided to continue the celebration at a nearby club. The trio, dressed in stunning outfits that would not have looked out of place on the cover of a fashion magazine, attracted admiring glances from every corner of the room. They were a vision of glamor and sophistication.

Seated in a private booth, the three women ordered a selection of shots. As the drinks arrived, they raised their glasses in a toast. "Congratulations to us!" they exclaimed, downing their shots in unison.

"Damn, it feels like we're finally partying after an eternity," Mia said, savoring another gulp of whiskey.

"We'll definitely celebrate yours next year, Lia," Ava replied, switching off her phone to focus on the moment.

Lia nodded in agreement. "We absolutely will. But for now, let's hit the dance floor."

With that, the trio moved to the dance floor, where they danced with exuberance and energy. The pulsating music and vibrant atmosphere ignited their spirits.

At one point, Ava excused herself to use the bathroom. As she walked, she felt a tightness in her chest and was briefly overcome by a coughing fit. It seemed the strong alcohol had taken its toll. She quickly drank some water to soothe her throat and then made her way back to the dance floor.

Feeling too fatigued to make her way back to Mia and Amelia, she decided to continue dancing in the area she had chosen. She signaled to Mia, who could see her, indicating that she would stay where she was.

As the night progressed, the dance floor became a pulsating sea of movement and sound. Ava, Mia, and Amelia, now thoroughly immersed in the celebration, remained vigilant, ensuring that they were always aware of each other's whereabouts in the thrumming, crowded space. The music, which had been a steady rhythm of lively beats, soon transformed into an upbeat tempo that seemed to electrify the atmosphere even further.

Ava, feeling the rhythm surge through her, began to sway her hips in time with the music, her movements fluid and confident. However, she suddenly felt a pair of hands encircle her waist, and her initial instinct was to spin around and deliver a sharp reprimand to whoever had dared invade her space. To her surprise, she found herself face-to-face with Xavier, who had joined her on the dance floor.

"What are you doing here?" she inquired, her voice laced with both curiosity and amusement.

"Me?" Xavier replied, a playful yet authoritative tone in his voice. As he continued to dance with her, his hands remained firmly on her waist. "I'm here to claim my girlfriend, who has been too engrossed in dancing to answer her phone, and who seems to be attracting every man in sight with that provocatively short dress of hers."

As the music transitioned to a more sensual rhythm, Ava felt a thrill run through her. She locked her arms around him and whispered against his lips, "Then I can't wait to be punished."

Xavier's lips curled into a self-assured smirk as he led Ava through the pulsating crowd towards a private VIP room, after assuring her that Mia and Lia left. The sound of music and chatter faded as they stepped into the dimly lit sanctuary, where the atmosphere shifted from vibrant to intensely intimate. The walls, draped in rich crimson fabric, cast a sultry glow that wrapped around them like a velvet embrace. Ava's breath quickened with anticipation as she took in the scene, her heart racing at the thought of what was to come.

Xavier reclined on the bed with an air of commanding authority, his gaze fixed on her with a mixture of desire and expectation. His presence was magnetic, the potent blend of dominance and allure drawing her in. "Strip," he commanded, his voice smooth yet uncompromising.

Ava's lips curved into a knowing smile as she licked them, the deep red of her lipstick enhancing their allure. She slowly slipped out of her heels, her eyes never leaving his, savoring the way his gaze darkened with unspoken hunger. The way he looked at her made her pulse race, each second stretching out with delicious tension.

With a deliberate slowness, she peeled off her stockings, her fingers tracing teasing patterns along her legs as she did. The sensation of her own touch, combined with the heat of his gaze, made her shiver with excitement. She reached for the zipper of her dress, pulling it down inch by languorous inch. The fabric fell away, pooling around her ankles, leaving her clad in nothing but tantalizing lingerie that barely contained her curves.

"Do you know what your punishment is?" Xavier's voice dropped to a low, menacing whisper. "You will focus solely on pleasuring me and obeying my commands. If you climax without my explicit permission, you'll be required to roam around my house completely naked for an entire week."

His stern warning sent a thrill through Ava, her excitement growing at the thought of the consequences and the challenges to come. The firmness of his voice and the promise of the punishment only fueled her desire to submit completely.

Xavier's gaze was intense as he swiftly undid his belt and unzipped his trousers. His erection sprang forth from the confines of his boxer briefs, standing proud and eager. The sight of him, so ready and commanding, made Ava's breath catch.

"On your knees," he instructed, his tone firm and resolute.

Ava moved toward him with a sultry grace, her anticipation building with every step. She positioned herself on her knees before him, her eyes locked with his as she reached out to grasp his arousal. Her hand wrapped around him, her touch both gentle and firm. She began to stroke him with a deliberate rhythm, her movements growing more purposeful and intense. As she increased the pace, she replaced her hand with her eager mouth, enveloping him with a practiced fervor.

Her lips and tongue worked in perfect harmony, pleasuring him with an intensity that drove him to the edge. The moans she elicited from him, the way his body responded to her touch, fueled her own arousal.

When Xavier reached his climax, Ava withdrew with a graceful, fluid motion. She rose from her position, her eyes sparkling with a playful, seductive glint. The room was charged with an electric anticipation, each movement and glance a promise of more.

"Stand up," Xavier commanded.

Ava complied, rising to her feet, her posture a perfect blend of defiance and submission. "Remove the lingerie," he ordered.

She took a step back, her expression a mix of challenge and mischief. "And what makes you think I will obey you?" she said, her voice dripping with playful defiance.

"Would you like a surprise, Xavier? Something to make this punishment even more intense?" Ava's voice was a sultry whisper, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she reached for the remote. With a flick of her wrist, the music box sprang to life, filling the room with the rich, sensual strains of erotic melodies.

The room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of the music, its tempo quickening and setting a seductive pace. Ava moved toward him with a slow, deliberate grace, her hips swaying in time with the beat. As she pressed her body against his, their shared heat intensified, and her lips sought his in a deep, passionate kiss. Their mouths danced together, savoring the taste and warmth of each other.

Her chest brushed against his as she looked down at him, a teasing smile playing on her lips. With a swift, confident motion, she began to ride him, her movements perfectly synchronized with the rhythm of the music. Her hands roamed up his chest, deftly unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his toned, exposed skin.

"You mentioned something about my lingerie," Ava purred, her voice a breathy murmur as she quickened her pace. She guided his hands, placing one firmly on her curved ass and the other on the clasp of her bra. "I'd love it if you'd take it off for me," she continued, her eyes locking onto him with a mix of challenge and desire.

With a deft flick of his fingers, Xavier unhooked her bra, and it fell away, revealing her bare breasts. They were now fully exposed before him, the sight of them sending a fresh wave of heat through his veins. Her nipples, hardened with arousal, brushed against his chest, sending electric jolts of pleasure through both of them.

Ava's movements became more insistent, her hips grinding against him with a fervent rhythm. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "Show me how much you want me." Her hands slid back to his shoulders, urging him to take control as she continued to ride him with an unrestrained intensity.

Xavier's hands roamed possessively across Ava's back, the heat of his touch sending electric shivers across her skin. She swatted his hands away with a growl of defiant dominance, her eyes glinting with a feral mix of control and seduction.

"You're going to beg me for more," Xavier's voice was a deep, guttural growl, a blend of command and approval. He reveled in her assertiveness, the way she rode him with a rhythm that was both wild and intoxicating.

"And you will, too," Ava retorted, her voice dripping with sultry determination. Her hips moved with a rhythmic intensity, their bodies meshed in a heated dance that made every touch and caress electric. She bent slightly, their chests pressed together, her nipples brushing against his skin in a way that sent tingles of pleasure coursing through them both.

The music's tempo quickened, its pulsating beat aligning perfectly with their fervent movements. Ava, slick with her own arousal, felt the heated pressure of Xavier's member against her. Their bodies were locked in a primal, intimate rhythm, and she maintained an unbreakable eye contact, her gaze smoldering with unspoken desires.

"But unlike you, I'm generous," Ava's voice was a velvety whisper, dripping with seduction. She took his hands, guiding them firmly to her breasts, encouraging him to explore. "I'd love it if you took my thong off for me."