Page 62 of His Dark Cravings

Xavier takes a step toward me, deliberately slow, menacing, the paddle thumping against his palm.

"You're not just taking this for Sable," he says, his voice dropping lower, more intimate. "You're taking it for yourself. Because you need to understand the consequences of your actions. Because you need to learn control."

I swallow hard. "Yes, Sir."

His gaze holds mine for a moment longer, then he steps back. My breath hitches, and I can feel the anticipation building in every fiber of my body, the dread and the preparation for the pain to come.

Xavier circles behind me, the paddle slapping against his palm rhythmically. I grip the chain hard, but I keep my head held high, determined not to let this break me.

The first strike comes without warning, a searing crack that sends a shockwave through my body. I jerk forward, the chain rattling above me, but I don’t cry out. The pain burns, a sharp, blinding heat that spreads across my skin like wildfire. I feel it, I embrace it, I let it wash over me like a storm I can’t escape.

“One,” I say, my voice steady despite the trembling in my legs.

Xavier doesn’t respond, but the paddle connects again, harder this time, and I bite down on my lip to keep from gasping. My hips jerk forward, but I steady myself, gritting my teeth. “Two.”

The blows come faster now, each one a relentless wave of pain that pulls me under, then spits me back up gasping for air. I count each one, my voice growing stronger with every word. The room is silent except for the crack of the paddle and my steady voice. Winter and Sable watch. I can feel their eyes on me, heavy with surprise. And admiration, maybe.

By the time I reach “10,” my body is humming with pain, a raw ache that throbs in time with my heartbeat. I’m trembling, sweat slicking my skin, but I don’t look away from the wall in front of me. I don’t back down.

“Thank you, Sir,” I say, my voice clear and unwavering.

The room falls into stunned silence. I can sense Winter’s surprise, her cold mask slipping, and feel Sable’s gaze. But I don’t look at any of them. I just hang there, my body burning, my resolve unshaken.

I feel a strange, twisted sense of power.

This is my choice.

Xavier sets the paddle down and runs his hand over my burning hot ass. The heat of his hand on my skin sends shivers down my spine, and I can't help but push back against him. I feel his hardness against my cheeks, and my body reacts instinctually, rubbing against him. I want him. I want this to be part of the punishment, his hard cock inside me.

My eyes drift shut as his hand shifts over my hip and his fingers find my pussy, teasing me. A hum sounds from my throat. But just as my hips start to respond to his touch, he pulls away, leaving me wanting more. I feel the loss of his touch keenly, my skin tingling with anticipation.

Then I feel it—the cool vibration of a toy against my sensitive flesh. Without warning, Xavier presses it to my clit, and the powerful vibrations send me reeling. My eyes fly open, and I gasp, my body arching.

"Look at me, Everly," he commands, his voice firm but laced with that familiar gravelly edge that sends a thrill through me. He's kneeling in front of me, his lips slightly parted.

Fuck, he wants to see me come undone.

I lock my gaze with his. His eyes burn with an intensity that matches the pleasure coursing through my body. I feel exposed, vulnerable, but there's a strength in his gaze, too, that steadies me.

The vibrator is relentless, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me. My breath comes in short gasps, and I can feel my body tensing, coiling tighter and tighter.

"You're doing so well, pet," Xavier murmurs, his thumb brushing my cheek gently, even as the vibrator continues its assault. "But you know the rules. You don't come without my permission."

I nod, my breath catching as I struggle to hold on, to maintain control. "Yes, Sir," I whisper.

His thumb brushes my lower lip, and his gaze darkens. "You like to push your limits, don't you, Everly? Testing how much you can take."

I can only manage a slight nod, my body trembling on the edge of release.

"You're mine to break, remember that," he says, his voice a low growl. "But I think you're ready for more."

And with that, he increases the intensity of the vibrator, sending me spiraling into a maelstrom of sensation. My back arches, my body straining against my bonds as I surrender to the pleasure, my voice echoing off the walls in a desperate plea.

"Xavier..."

"You want to come?" he teases, rubbing the toy between my lips.

"Yes, Sir!" I cry, my hips bucking. The more the toy slides, the more I feel my control slip. I don't want to come, not without his permission.

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