Page 31 of His Dark Cravings

It's awakening an ache, deeper than I've ever felt.

“Yes,” Xavier says, his voice hoarse. “Absolutely lovely, look at you.”

I can’t respond, can’t do anything but feel, my body alive with sensation. I vaguely register Lila retreating, Xavier approaching, his hands on me, wiping away my tears, but my awareness remains consumed by the vibrant hum within my body, each nerve ending thrumming with life. A persistent, pulsing rhythm reverberates through me, refusing to subside.

"Funny thing about pain. It's got you feeling more open now, right? More… honest?"

His words confuse me, and I let it show on my face, too spent to even ask him what he means. I look up at him, head heavy.

“I’ve noticed the way you look at the other dolls,” Xavier murmurs, his voice close to my ear. “The curiosity in your eyes. The unspoken questions.”

Questions?

I try to think through what he's saying, but my whole body is throbbing, distracting me. The ropes feel like they've gotten tighter. After getting the flogger and the riding crop, it's like I can't put up a fight anymore.

I can't run from myself or my thoughts. I'm more vulnerable than I realized.

Tired of the knowing look he's giving me, I close my eyes and drop my head heavily to my chest. But the sound of scissors snaps my eyes back open.

“You’re learning, Everly,” he whispers, his voice a low caress. “You’re learning to trust.”

Trust? Trust him? Trust them? I was forced into this position, literally!

“There’s so much more to discover,” he continues, his eyes glinting with something I can’t quite decipher. He leans in closer, his breath warm on my skin. “So much more to explore.”

Cold steel presses lightly against my skin, making me jerk away. Xavier gives me a warning look and continues cutting into my tank top. I whimper and squirm as he bares my breasts. A movement calls my attention—it's Lila licking her lips.

“You've been so good tonight,” Xavier whispers, cupping my breasts. Fuck, his hands are so warm. I let out a shuddering breath.

“As a reward," he continues, "how about we indulge your curiosities?”

Then he's gone, standing up and removing his hand. My body leans after him, seeking him, but he pushes me back into the cushions. My ruined tank top flutters at my sides, tickling me.

“Lila,” he murmurs, looking at Lila with a strange mixture of pleasure and hunger in his eyes. “Satisfy her curiosity.”

Lila doesn't waste time taking Xavier's place. He steps away, giving us space, and then it's just me and her. Her hand brushes against my cheek, soft and delicate. Feminine.

“Tell me, Everly,” Lila purrs. “What do you want?”

I can’t speak. Do I want this? Do I want her?

Another touch, this time on my breast. Lila’s fingers circle my nipple, teasing, tormenting. A moan passes my lips, a sound I barely recognize.

Lila’s touch becomes more insistent, her fingers pinching my nipple, pulling, twisting. The pleasure is sharp, almost painful. I arch my back, my body straining against the ropes.

“Tell me,” Lila whispers again, her lips brushing against my ear. “Tell me what you want.”

A soft whimper escapes my lips. I want... I want...

Suddenly, her mouth is on my other breast, her tongue swirling around my nipple, drawing it into a tight bud. The sensation sends a jolt of electricity through me. It’s different from Xavier’s touch. Softer, yet somehow more intimate.

Her hand slides down my stomach, dipping lower. I gasp, my body trembling with anticipation.

“Do you want me to touch you there, Everly?” she whispers, her voice a husky murmur against my skin. “Do you want me to taste you?”

I can’t answer. The words are trapped in my throat, choked by a mixture of shame and desire.

I can't help but lean into her touch, my body seeking more. The ropes dig into my skin while pleasure builds inside me. I'm aware of the burn on my chest, the sting of the crop, but it only adds to the intensity of the moment.

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