Page 37 of His Dark Cravings

"Eight!" I shout, my voice breaking, my body trembling uncontrollably.

Sable pauses, the crop hovering in the air as she studies me. Her face gives nothing away, but I glimpse approval in her gaze. Winter steps closer, her fingers wiping away the tears streaking my face.

"You’re doing well," she murmurs, her voice calm, almost soothing. "You’re so strong, Everly."

The praise is a balm to my fraying nerves, but it doesn’t dull the fear of the next strike. No, not until Sable tosses it away with a smile. I release a sigh and sag heavily in my restraints. My head rests in Winter's delicate touch.

Winter runs a gentle hand over my marks. "You did well, Everly. Very well."

Sable's eyes shine with a mixture of respect and desire. "Yes, you did, little bird."

Winter steps back, and Sable moves to stand before me, her eyes burning into mine. "You've earned your release, Everly."

Sable’s cool hands rub over my heated skin, soothing me. Her fingers glide over me with an air of ownership, tracing the curves of my body as if mapping uncharted territory. I feel her eyes on me, heavy and unrelenting, filled with a hunger that mirrors the ache deep within me.

Winter watches us, and I can sense her approval. She seems to understand something I’m just beginning to realize—this isn’t just about submission or pain. It’s about desire, raw and unfiltered. And I feel it, not just for Xavier, but for them. For Winter, with her icy demeanor and calculated touch, and for Sable, with her rough hands and choking intensity. I want to see them, to know them, to feel them in ways I’m only beginning to comprehend.

Sable’s hands linger on my hips, her fingertips digging into my flesh as she pulls me closer, though I’m bound and can’t move. Her face is inches from mine, her breath a whisper against my skin.

“You’re flushed,” she murmurs, her voice low and throaty. “So beautifully flushed.”

I feel her desire like a pulse in the air, and I respond to it, my body arching slightly in her direction despite the restraints. I want her to touch me more, to keep touching me, to never stop.

And I want more than that.

I can't believe the hushed words that leave my mouth.

"I want to see you, Mistress. I want to see both of you."

My cheeks flame, but I can't take it back now. I want to see their bodies, touch them as they've touched me. I want to explore their curves, feel their skin against mine.

Sable's eyes glint with surprise and desire. She steps back, her hands moving to her corset. I hungrily watch her untie it, then she pulls it over her head, revealing a lacy black bra that contrasts beautifully with her pale skin. Her hands go to the button of her leather pants, slowly undoing each one before sliding them down her legs. She stands before me in nothing but her lingerie and boots, her body a vision of toned curves and smooth skin.

Winter's eyes sparkle with amusement as she, too, begins to undress. She moves with a grace that matches her name, each piece of clothing discarded with a deliberate slowness that has my heart pounding. Finally, she stands naked before me, her body a study in contrasts: sharp angles and soft curves, pale skin and dark nipples.

They're both stunning, and they know it.

Sable steps closer, her eyes never leaving mine. "Is this what you wanted, little bird?"

I nod, unable to speak, my eyes roaming over her body.

Winter moves to stand beside her, her hand rubbing Sable's hip lightly. "Do you like what you see?"

"Yes," I whisper hoarsely.

Winter's lips curve into a smile, and she fondles herself, her fingers teasing her own nipples. "Do you want to see more, Everly?"

I bite my lip, my body thrumming with desire. "Yes."

Sable's eyes darken as she, too, begins to touch herself, her fingers dipping between her legs. "Then watch, Everly. Watch and learn."

I can't tear my eyes away as they caress themselves, their fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. Their breathing quickens, their eyes closing in pleasure. I wish I could rub my thighs together, the ache is getting so strong.

Sable drops to her knees before me as if reading my mind. "But first, let me take care of you."

Her mouth hovers over my core, her breath ghosting against me, and I buck my hips involuntarily, seeking that touch.

She chuckles, the vibration sending a shiver through me. "Eager, aren't we?"

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