How May I Please You (The Darkest Kink #2) (The Darkest Kink Duet)

Chapter 5

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five

Hey, I’m home. You on your way?

When I sitdown on the couch after a long day of overseeing the cutting of forms and staking them in the dirt, I’m relieved that I don”t smell like ass and sweat anymore. I’m hot from the shower I just took, but I feel so much better. The beer in my hand is cold and already starting to sweat, but the first sip tastes like heaven on my lips. I sip it again before lifting my phone to check for a response from Journey, but there is none. It’s not uncommon for her to leave the precinct late, but it is uncommon for her to not let me know something has come up and that she’ll be home later than usual.

It’s a dangerous game to play with me, Little One. If I have to track you down, there will be severe consequences both for you and the person who kept you from me.

With a frown, I push my frustration into the pit of my stomach and take another sip of beer, but a sip becomes a gulp, and the gulps occur enough times to finish off two bottles before I hear the sound of keys rattling at the front door. I set my second empty bottle down just as Journey pushes the door open and steps inside.

“Hey,” I say, trying to avoid a bad mood after not getting a response over an hour ago.

Journey closes the door behind her and walks over to me, her arms immediately pulling me in close. As much as I want to shake her until she tells me what took so long, the feeling of her body close to mine takes over, easing away the stress I felt before she arrived. I guess that’s what love does. Even when I want to be mad at her, love makes me relieved that she’s safe and back in my arms where she belongs.

I take my time breathing in her scent. The skin on her forehead is hot when I kiss it and damp from sweat like she has been running. When I pull away to get a good look at her, I can tell her makeup is a little off as well. It’s not smudged, but it has barely visible streaks in it.

“Are you okay?” I ask, curiosity and concern joining forces in my gut.

“I’m fine,” Journey answers, running a finger across her forehead that I notice is slick with sweat when she puts her hand down at her side. “Just had a really long day. Work got tricky there at the end.”

“Clearly,” I reply. “I texted you over an hour ago and you didn”t respond.”

Journey exhales loudly as she untucks her shirt from her pants and starts to unfasten the buttons, revealing the white under-shirt underneath. She pulls it off her shoulders and tosses it onto the couch. The second it hits the cushion, I notice a red stain just under the armpit.

“Is that blood on your shirt?” I ask.

Journey’s head snaps over, surprise taking hold of the expression on her face.

“What’s going on, Journey?” I inquire, hoping to get answers before my temper flares up.

“Oh, it was no big deal,” she says, regaining control of her face and erasing any trace of concern. “Summers and I got called in to assist with an arrest and it got a little ugly. The guy kept resisting and we ended up having to restrain him. I guess a little of his blood got on me.”

My eyebrows raise. “Oh. So it was that kind of restraint.”

Journey smiles when she replies, “Well, he may have kicked me by accident while he was fighting us, and I may have hit him back. Come on, you know you would”ve done the same thing.”

I smirk as I pull her in for another hug. “My Little Devil. Why am I not even surprised?”

After everything Journey and I have been through, it doesn”t shock me that she took out her anger on some asshole resisting arrest. She and I have literally murdered people together, even staging one to look like a suicide. Violence doesn”t make me uncomfortable, but the fact that she didn”t respond to me does.

“Listen,” I begin as I take a step back and lock eyes with her so she knows I’m serious. “I understand that your work can get in the way of you coming home. I’m not upset about you being later than usual, Little One, but when I text you, you respond. When you don”t, I get worried, and worry mixed with alcohol can combine to make a very combustible cocktail for me, one that could see me running out of this house ready to set the globe ablaze to find you. Don”t tempt me to burn the world down, Little Devil, because I will gladly torch it all for you. You belong to me, and when I text, you answer. This is a rule from now on. No exceptions. Do you understand?”

Journey stares at me for a moment, a thousand words playing in her mind I’m sure. Her brown eyes lock on me as she grins and places a hand on the waistband of my pants.

“I apologize, Sir,” she says. “You’re right. You texted as things were heating up at work and by the time it was all over, I didn”t even realize that I’d forgotten to reply to you. I made a mistake and I’m sorry. I won’t let it happen again.”

With a loud exhale to calm myself down, I nod. “Good. Now go get cleaned up so we can have dinner.”

“Yes, Sir,” she says before picking up the shirt from the couch and walking down the hall toward the bedroom.

Over the next half-hour, I make sure to unwind. I slowly drink another beer and watch some TV while the sound of splashing water acts as background noise. I hear Journey get out of the shower and walk around before getting a text from her. When I look at my phone, a wicked grin takes over my entire face.

I’m so sorry for what happened earlier, Sir. It kills me to know I’ve upset you. Can you please allow me to make it up to you?

I lickmy lips as I type out my response and press send.

We hadn”t established it as a rule, Little One, so there’s no cause for punishment. However, what did you have in mind?

Journey responds immediately.

Sir, please come to the basement.

Grinning,I bite my bottom lip as I get up from my chair and make my way down the hall. Knowing Journey the way I do, I’m sure she has something exquisite planned. Plus, she’s in the basement, which we filled with BDSM toys and furniture for us to use together. She wouldn”t be down there without wanting to go all-out.

Just as I reach the bottom of the stairs, the sight of Journey begins to come into view with each descending step. First I see her knees, then her bellybutton, then her perfect, bare breasts, and finally her flawless face. Her hair is tied into a ponytail that hangs behind her back, and her palms are on her knees as she kneels for me, eyes locked on mine. Journey is completely naked without a hint of a smile on her face.

I come to a stop directly in front of her, and she licks her lips as she looks up at me.

“Sir,” she says in a sexy tone that floods my cock with blood. “How may I please you?”