Page 35 of His Dark Cravings

Sable moves to stand beside Winter, her hands on her hips. "Now you get to show us what you're made of. Don't disappoint."

I bite my lip, anticipation and anxiety warring within me. The whole day, I've been thinking about Xavier and Lila. But here, there's no way I can keep that up.

Now, there's only Winter and Sable.

Winter smiles coldly. "Undress, Everly. Slowly."

My fingers tremble as I reach for the buttons on my blouse, my cheeks heating. This is the blouse I chose for Xavier. I reveal myself inch by inch. I finish undressing, discarding my clothing on the floor. Then I stand before them, naked and vulnerable, fighting the urge to cover myself.

Winter's eyes roam over me, taking in every curve and dip. "Exquisite."

Sable's gaze burns into me, and she licks her lips. "Indeed."

I feel their desire like a tangible thing. This is the first time either of them have looked at me with lingering interest. It feels different from both of them, and yet at the same time, neither feels wrong.

They're both exciting me with only a look.

Winter reaches out and takes my hand, leading me toward one of the apparatuses—a St. Andrew's cross made of dark wood and leather restraints.

"Here, you will learn control and surrender."

I swallow my nerves as they guide me into position, securing my wrists and ankles to the cross. The leather is soft against my skin, and I feel exposed, every inch of me on display.

Winter runs a finger down my arm, her touch sending goosebumps across my skin. "You will count each strike. If you lose count, we start again. Do you understand?"

Each strike?

Despite the fear her words immediately send shooting through me, I nod, my breath fast. "Yes, Mistress."

Sable stands on one side, Winter on the other, their eyes gleaming. How long have they waited for this moment?

How long have I?

Winter raises her hand, and I flinch, anticipating the strike. The slap of her palm against my skin stings, and I bite my lip to hold back a moan.

"One," I whisper.

Again and again, Winter's hand connects with my skin, a rhythmic dance of pain and pleasure. I lose myself in the count, my body alive with sensation.

Suddenly, Sable's hand connects with my cheek, a sharp contrast to Winter's measured strikes. "F-five," I stammer, my body jerking at the unexpected impact.

They take turns, one measured, the other erratic. My body trembles, my skin burning with the imprint of their hands.

"You're doing well, Everly," Winter purrs, her hand trailing down my chest. "But we're not done yet."

Sable's hand cups my breast, her thumb teasing my nipple. "Not even close."

I bite my lip, my body arching into their touch. Winter's hand snakes down between my legs, her fingers teasing my core. "You're wet, Everly. So very wet."

I whimper, my body singing my need.

Sable's fingers join Winter's, their touch sending sparks of pleasure through me. "You like this, don't you?"

"Y-yes," I whisper, my head falling back as they continue their torment.

Winter chuckles. "Such a good girl."

Their fingers dance over me, teasing. They caress me, squeezing my flesh, cupping my cheek, ghosting between my legs just lightly enough to make me shiver. I can't hold back my moans, my body begging for more. I want these beautiful women to keep touching me. I want to drown in this sensation.

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