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They set a punishing pace, their cocks thrusting into her in tandem. Elle could feel her body coiling tight again, her orgasm building with each thrust. She kept her eyes on Drake and Damian, her gaze locked onto theirs as they ravaged Lee with the same ferocity Paul and Will claimed her. Their expressions were fierce and wild, their satisfaction evident, but Elle felt a growing unease.
As Paul and Will used her body, driving into her with relentless force, Elle couldn’t shake the feeling that she was losing a part of herself. This wasn’t who she was, who she wanted to be. She had chosen to give in, to please Drake and Damian, but at what cost? What would happen the next time they demanded something that went against her beliefs, her very nature?
Her climax hit her, but it was hollow, devoid of the fulfillment she had expected. She screamed, her eyes never leaving Drake and Damian, but the cry was one of despair rather than pleasure. Her body convulsed, her inner muscles clamping down on the cocks inside her, but she felt no joy, no sense of completion.
Drake and Damian roared their releases, their bodies shaking with the force of their orgasms. Elle watched them, their faces contorted with pleasure, but all she felt was a growing chasm between them. This was their world, their life, but it wasn’t hers. She had tried to fit in, to be what they wanted, butshe couldn’t shake the feeling that she was losing herself in the process.
As Paul and Will found their own releases, filling Elle with their seed, she felt a profound sense of loss. She had given them this victory, had let them use her body for their pleasure, but in doing so, she had sacrificed a piece of herself.
She couldn’t be their Little, their possession. It went against everything she believed in, everything she stood for.
Darkness claimed her. Her body was sated, but her mind was in complete turmoil. The last thing she saw was the satisfied smiles on her Daddies’ faces and how their eyes filled with love and pride. But she couldn’t share in their joy, just as she knew she could never embrace their world.
As she drifted into unconsciousness, she knew that she had to make a choice. She had to be true to herself, even if it meant walking away from the men she loved. She had given them this win, but she couldn’t keep living a lie. She had to find her own path, her own truth, and living like this wasn’t it.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
The next morning
DD Estate, Dreamer’s Cove
Elle
Elle lay in her crib as the first hints of dawn crept through her window, her mind replaying Amanda’s words from the previous day.
“Today might just be the turning point for you, Elle. Either you’ll embrace this lifestyle, or it’s going to chase you away for good.”
Her nanny was right… The game’s day had been the turning point. Elle might not be broken, but she was shattered.
Sleep had evaded her, leaving her to wrestle with the truth she had been avoiding. The games, the choices, and the realization that she had been slowly losing herself had all led to this moment.
Rolling onto her side, she traced the pattern on the pillowcase. Visions of Drake tucking her with a gentle kiss on her forehead and how Damian would read her stories, making different voices for each character until she giggled despiteherself, haunted her every thought. Those moments had become precious, sacred even.
“And that is the problem.”
Even before the game’s day yesterday, she had been falling. Falling too deep into a world she had never meant to belong to. Each time they called her babygirl chipped away at her defenses until she could barely remember why she had resisted in the first place.
With trembling hands, she pushed back her covers and padded to the walk-in closet. She stared for long moments at the rows of babydoll dresses that she never could get herself to wear. Finally, she reached for one. The pink tulle dress hung like a testament to everything she couldn’t be, everything they truly wanted. The ruffles and bows mocked her as she slipped it on.
The reflection in the mirror staring back at her was a stranger. A perfect little doll with twin pigtails and ballerina shoes. Tears welled in her eyes as she practiced her smile, the one she would need to survive the upcoming ordeal. It had to be convincing. It had to be cruel enough that they wouldn’t try to stop her.
The walk to the dining room felt like a march to her execution. When she pushed open the door, the look on their faces nearly undid her.
“Babygirl! You look gorgeous,” Damian gushed. Their faces were filled with pure joy. Absolute adoration.
Drake’s eyes lit up in a way she had never seen before, while Damian’s smile could have outshone the sun.
For a fraction of a second, she wavered. Would it be so terrible to give in? To be what they wanted? To let herself have this love they so freely offered?
But then she remembered the games. The subtle pushes toward being more girly, more dependent, more... Little. It was over. She couldn’t keep pretending.
“I can’t do this anymore,” she whispered. Her voice threatened to shatter like a fine crystal. “This isn’t me.” She gestured at her outfit, hating how the fabric swished around her legs. “It never will be. I tried, I really tried…”
Damian’s frown carved deep lines in his forehead. “I don’t understand, Elle. Yesterday, during the games, you were at ease and played like a true Little.”
“To please you,” she choked out, hugging herself as if she might physically fall apart. “But that last game... I…” The memory of having to make a choice that would seal her fate… it tore through her heart like a rapier.
“Your choice, Elle.” Drake’s quiet words sliced through her like a blade of ice.
