Chapter 20
Everly
"Ready for this, Everly?"
The cold air clings to my naked body. The chain above me clinks slightly with each sway of my frame. My wrists are secured above my head. Xavier stands before me, the paddle held casually in his hand. My heart pounds, but there's a strange sense of calm settling over me, like still water despite the storm beneath the surface.
On the floor, Winter and Sable kneel, witnesses to this moment. Winter's expression is a mask of ice, while Sable keeps looking away, her fists clenching and unclenching. I know what she wants to say, but there's no backing down from this decision.
Xavier tilts his head slightly, studying me as if searching for any crack in my resolve. The paddle in his hand seems to pulse with potential, a silent promise of what's to come.
"It's going to hurt, Everly," he says finally, his voice low and even. "But you'll take it. You'll take it, and you'll learn from it."
I nod once, my jaw tightening. My pulse quickens, but my voice comes out steady when I speak. "I understand, Sir."
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.
"Please tell me I can come," I beg. "Please, Sir, please!"
"Come, then."
I come hard, my body bucking and twisting, a cry tearing from my throat. It's like a dam breaking, a flood of pleasure that washes away every coherent thought. My senses are overwhelmed, my skin feels too tight, and my breath is a series of desperate gasps.
But Xavier doesn't stop.
The vibrator remains firmly pressed against my clit, a buzzing stimulation that sends me spiraling back into a vortex of sensation. My cries echo off the walls, a mix of pleasure and overload. I'm so sensitive, every nerve ending screaming, but he doesn't relent.
"Again, Everly," he commands. "Come again for me."
I yelp, my body jerking at the continued stimulation. It's too much. I'm drowning in a sea of sensation, my cries turning to desperate pleas.
"Please, Sir, it's too much—"
But he shakes his head, his eyes dark and hooded. "You can take more, Everly. Prove it to me."
The vibrator is insistent, a demanding pulse against my clit that sends shockwaves through my body. I'm keening now, my voice hoarse as I beg for release.
"Please, Xavier, please—"
And then, just as quickly as it started, the vibrator is gone, leaving me gasping and trembling. My body feels like it's been turned inside out, every nerve exposed and tingling.
But Xavier's fingers replace the toy, his touch firm. He knows exactly what he's doing, teasing and tormenting me with a practiced hand. My hips buck, seeking more friction, and he obliges, his thumb circling my clit with just the right amount of pressure.
I'm on the edge again, my body coiling tighter and tighter. And then, with a final, desperate plea, I surrender to the pleasure, my voice echoing off the walls in a euphoric release.
But even as I'm still trembling from the force of my orgasm, I can feel another building, a relentless tide that threatens to overwhelm me once more.
"I want you coming and coming again for me, Everly," Xavier whispers in my ear.
Then I hear that sweet singing sound of his zipper opening for me, letting out that cock I crave so much.
"Sir," I whimper, dancing in place. "Oh, Sir, please fuck me. Make me come on your cock, please."
"You want more?" He grins, lifting my leg and perching it on his hip.
He's rock hard, inching toward my dripping hole, and then he's plunging inside. I throw my head back, casting a moan out into the dungeon. But he snaps my head back to him just by pressing the vibrator to my clit again.
I start moving on him, riding him hard, the vibrator adding an edge to each thrust. I can feel his eyes on me, burning with intensity, and I know he's enjoying the show.
I realize, in that moment, that I have power over him, too. He might be in control, but I can push his buttons just as easily. The thought sends a thrill through me, and I grind down on him, my hips moving in a steady rhythm.
Xavier's breath hitches, and he grabs my hips, matching my pace, driving into me with purpose. We're moving as one, our bodies slick with sweat, the vibrator forgotten for now as we lose ourselves in the raw, primal dance.
The chain above me rattles with each thrust, signaling my submission, but in this moment, I feel powerful. I feel in control. I lean forward and kiss him, hard. He tastes like sin and temptation, and I want more.
Our mouths move together, a hungry, desperate tangle of tongues and teeth. I can feel his stubble against my skin, his hands gripping my hips tightly, almost painfully, but I don't care. I want to leave marks on him, too.
I break away, gasping for breath, and throw my head back, my hair falling over my shoulders. Xavier's eyes are dark, hooded, and he growls low in his throat as he thrusts up into me.
"That's it, Everly," he grunts. "Take what you need."
His words spur me on, and I move faster, my body on the brink of another climax. I can feel it building, a coiling tension in my core, ready to snap at any moment.
"Xavier," I gasp, my voice hoarse. "I'm close."
"Come for me, then," he says, his voice a gravelly command. "But don't stop riding me. Keep going, Everly. Don't you dare stop."
His words send me over the edge, and I cry out, my body shaking as pleasure washes over me in relentless waves. But I do as he says. I keep moving, riding out my orgasm, my body pulsing around him.
Xavier groans, his hands tightening on my hips, and I know he's close, too. I kiss him again, hard and demanding.
"Come for me, Xavier," I whisper against his lips, and that's all it takes.
He surges up into me, his body tensing as he finds his release, a hoarse cry tearing from his throat. I feel him throbbing inside me, his warmth spilling out, and I shudder, my body still humming with the aftershocks of my own pleasure.
Xavier pulls out slowly, his breath ragged, and I feel his warmth on my skin. I shiver, my body sensitive and electric, and I look at him, my eyes heavy-lidded.
"Good girl," he whispers.
It's like no one else is in the room with us.
Just me and Xavier.