CHAPTER 36

Xavier's hands moved with a deliberate, sensual intent, exploring the contours of her body with an expert touch. He kneaded her breasts, his fingers tracing over her erect nipples, each touch sending waves of heightened pleasure through her. Every grind of her hips against him made his touch more insistent and demanding.

He alternated between squeezing her breasts and lavishing her nipples with his mouth, his tongue flicking and swirling in a way that made her gasp and moan with pleasure. She arched her back, her whole body pressing against him, and moving for the friction.His other hand explored her curves, cupping her buttocks, and then drifting between her legs, teasing her sensitive folds. Each touch was a deliberate stroke of pleasure that heightened her need.

As the music reached its crescendo, Xavier decided it was time to take control. With a commanding presence, he retrieved a black silk blindfold, its smooth fabric promising a new layer of sensation. He gently but firmly secured it over Ava's eyes, plunging her into a world of darkness and heightened anticipation.

Next, he reached for his silk tie, using it to bind her wrists above her head, pinning them against the headboard. Ava's breath came in quick, shallow gasps, her body trembling with anticipation as she lay exposed and vulnerable.

With a predatory glint in his eye, Xavier began his exploration anew. He took an ice cube from a chilled glass and let it glide slowly along the nape of her neck, its cold touch making her shiver in surprise and pleasure. He followed the icy trail with his warm lips, tracing a tantalizing path down her back. The contrast of temperatures made her body arch in pleasure, her gasps of delight filling the room.

When he flipped her onto her back, the cool air heightened her sensitivity, and Xavier pressed another ice cube against her hardened nipple. He rubbed it slowly, letting the cube travel down her navel and back up again, the cold creating a cascade of electric sensations.

His hands roamed with deliberate purpose—one slipping beneath her thong to place two ice cubes directly onto her clit. Ava's reaction was immediate and intense; she screamed in a mixture of shock and pleasure, her back arching and her body writhing as the icy torment spiked her arousal. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of raw need and longing.

"Enjoying your punishment?" Xavier's voice was a low, dominant murmur, rich with satisfaction. His fingers continued their relentless play, pressing and kneading her clit, the cold amplifying every sensation.

Ava's voice was barely coherent through her moans. "Xavier," she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation and desire.

"Yes, my sweet," Xavier replied, his tone filled with a dark satisfaction as he added more fingers to the mix, each thrust precise and unyielding. His lips found her nipples once more, biting and sucking with a fervent intensity that matched her escalating pleasure.

"Please," Ava begged, her voice strained as she turned her head, her pleas interspersed with desperate moans.

"Please what?" Xavier taunted, his fingers working her mercilessly as he pushed her closer to the edge. 

"Please, fuck me," Ava implored, her voice a fervent whisper of surrender. Her words unleashed Xavier's primal instincts, driving him to meet her demand with a wild, unrestrained passion.

He tore her thong off with a primal urgency, the fabric ripping with a satisfying sound that fueled their fervor. His hands, strong and commanding, grasped her hips with a possessive grip as he guided her into position. The air was thick with anticipation as he entered her from behind, their bodies aligning perfectly in a symphony of raw, unfiltered desire.

Ava, enveloped in the complete darkness of her blindfold, was acutely aware of every throbbing pulse and deep, penetrating sensation. Her senses were heightened, each touch and movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She arched her back, pressing her ass provocatively against him, clenching him tightly with each thrust.

Her moans, filled with both desperation and ecstasy, escaped her lips as she buried her face into the plush pillow beneath her. The muffled sounds of her pleasure mixed with the rhythmic slap of their bodies moving together. His fingers, now expertly exploring her swollen clit, teased and stimulated with a deliberate touch that made her gasp and writhe beneath him. His thrusts were relentless, each one driving her closer to the edge, the intensity of their connection palpable.

In a burst of determination, she managed to free her hands from their restraints. With a swift, sensual motion, she turned to face him, her body moving with a fluid grace as she straddled him. The blindfold came off, and their eyes locked, a smoldering connection passing between them.

"We never tried this position before, Xavier," she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction as she pressed her body against his. His eyes darkened with a mix of desire and admiration, and he responded with a low, guttural moan that vibrated through both of them.

Embodying a fierce, commanding presence, Ava took his hands and guided them around her body. She wrapped her legs around him, her movements both assertive and tantalizing as she tied his hands to her, pulling him closer. "Fuck me," she demanded, her voice thick with lust as she locked her arms around his neck, her gaze intense and challenging.

"Certainly, my queen," he replied, his voice rough with passion. With a powerful thrust, he entered her deeply, each movement deliberate and intense. She arched her back, her cries of pleasure echoing off the walls as he drove into her with a relentless rhythm. His hands roamed over her body with a fierce intent, his touch alternately rough and tender.

He lavished her neck with kisses and bites, each one sending shivers down her spine. His spanks were firm and stinging, matching the rhythm of his thrusts and adding a sharp contrast to the pleasure. Her cries grew louder, each spank and touch pushing her deeper into a state of ecstasy.

"Do not come," he commanded, his voice both commanding and teasing, delivering another spank that made her gasp. His control was unwavering, his focus entirely on the pleasure he was giving her.

With a decisive move, he flipped her over so they both faced the mirror. "Look at yourself and touch yourself," he instructed, his voice low and sultry as he continued to thrust from behind. The music's tempo swelled again, matching the intensity of their movements.

Ava obeyed, her hands sliding over her neck and down her body with deliberate sensuality. Her fingers traced her breasts, teasing, squeezing and caressing with a practiced touch. She leaned her head against his shoulder, their eyes locked in a heated, intimate gaze. Her fingers descended to her clit, her moans becoming more urgent as Xavier increased his thrusts.

She slid a finger inside herself, the sensation of her own touch blending with the intensity of his movements. "Do you know," she gasped, her voice breaking as he added his own finger to her clit from the front and the other squeezing her breast, "I always imagined you when I touched myself." His thrusts grew more insistent, each one driving her closer to the edge.

"Remove your finger and come for me like the dirty little vixen you are," he commanded, his voice rich with dominance and adoration. The combination of his touch and his words pushed her to the brink, and she came with a shuddering climax, her body writhing in pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"And I too imagine you, my lioness," he murmured, thrusting deeply into her as he followed her into a powerful climax. Their bodies continued to move together, exploring every inch of their desire with a fervor that lasted until dawn began to break. The intensity of their lovemaking was a testament to their unrestrained passion and unbreakable connection.