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

Chapter 13

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My adrenaline stayson full blast, pumping through my veins at a million miles per second as we pull into the garage of our shared home and close it behind us. The second we are shielded from the outside world, I reach across the truck and grab Journey by the throat.

How badly I want her can’t be put into words. Tonight was like dropping gasoline on a forest fire, and I am hotter than ever. It started with the scene on the stage of The Black Collar. Seeing the way Journey responded to Nolan and Bree’s exhibition sent a hot spike of desire through my body. Her eyes were alight with want, and seeing her that way made me desire nothing more than to give it to her. I knew at that moment that I had no choice but to bring my Little Devil home and reenact what made her blaze with anticipation. I rushed my needy little whore out of there only to be confronted by some lame piece of shit who just didn”t know how to keep his mouth shut long enough for us to cross the street and be out of earshot. Luckily, my violent interaction with him only made me hotter for Journey.

The way she hurried back to the truck to retrieve my knife and handed it to me mid-fight was the ultimate aphrodisiac. She’s the Harley Quinn to my Joker, a deviant in need of the darkest love. Mine just happens to be pitch black, and I will shroud her in it.

When my hand slams against her skin, Journey lets out a lustful moan. The sound of her reacting to me makes me quiver. It doesn”t matter that I came already. My cock is throbbing for round two, and I can’t impale her fast enough.

“Fuck, I want you so much,” I growl into her mouth as I pull her face close to mine. “Get the fuck over here right now. I don”t care if you break every window in the truck. Get on top of me.”

Journey flashes a grin before yanking off her seatbelt and obeying my command, kicking the glove compartment and slamming another foot against the shifter to get to me. I help her by using both hands to grab her neck, squeezing as she comes to me. I can hear her wheezing as I apply pressure to her windpipe, but she doesn”t complain or tap out. My Little Devil can handle it all and wants more. She slams herself down on top of me, banging against the steering wheel without a care in the world for the destruction we cause.

When our mouths come together, fireworks ignite. Heat envelopes both of us, fogging the windows in five seconds flat as we try to tear each other apart. I yank at her clothes, enjoying the sound of the fabric tearing as I snatch it upward. I need access to her skin. I need to touch it. I have to have my hands all over her right now and time is moving too slowly for me to be satisfied. I rip a long line up the dress, tearing it until her legs have enough freedom to spread wide for me and I can slip my hands between her thighs. I jerk her panties to the side and slide two fingers into her wet pussy, adoring how she is already drenched for me.

“Yes,” she whispers into my mouth, her words slithering down my throat and engulfing my insides with hot lust.

“Grind for me,” I tell her, pulling her head back with a fistful of her hair. “Ride my fingers like you do my cock.”

“Fuck. Yes, Sir,” she replies, wasting no time to do as she’s told.

Journey begins grinding her pussy against my hand, her clit rubbing against my palm, so I curl my hand upward to increase the friction. This wasn’t part of my plan, but I need her too much to stop now. She made me come already anyway. It’s only right that I return the favor before we get to the real scene I have in store for her.

“Keep going, Baby Girl. Don’t stop,” I demand.

Journey continues, breathing heavily against my neck as her clit gets the attention it needs while her pussy is filled with my fingers. As I expected and craved, it doesn”t take long before her breathing becomes rhythmic and her luscious skin starts to light up, pink blush slowly cascading from her neck to her chest.

“Oh god,” she says, still grinding. “Sir, am I allowed to come?”

“If you don”t, I will punish you severely. I want you to come on my fingers the way my whore is supposed to. Soak me. If I don”t need a towel when you”re done, I won’t be satisfied. Now give it all to me. Unload all over me, baby.”

“God … yes!” she bellows just as every cell in her body evaporates. She ruptures, her ability to maintain control shattering against her will and sending her body into violent convulsions. Pain grips me by the neck as she squeezes me hard, grunting in my ear as the orgasm ruins her.

“That’s my girl,” I whisper as she finally starts to come back down to Earth. “You’re such a good girl for me, baby—the perfect dirty slut. My god I’m in love with you.”

Journey practically collapses on top of me. Fatigue has taken over her limbs and left her with no more strength to move. It’s fine. Her work is done. Now it’s my turn to work for her.

With Journey still panting in my ear, I pop open my door and struggle to climb out with her still in my lap. She tries to stand as we exit, but I wasn’t kidding when I said her work was done. I won”t even allow her to walk. I lift my woman off the ground and she wraps her legs around my waist, allowing me to carry her inside and through the house. When we reach the stairs to the basement, I don”t put her down. I fight through the growing exhaustion and continue down the stairs with her legs clenching my waist and her arms draped around my neck.

When we reach the bottom, I walk over to the bed and finally put her down. She lies on her back and spreads her legs for me, showing me just how much she came with glistening wetness still coating her pussy. She’s a fucking sight to behold. I bite my lip and shake my head just looking down at her, truly in awe of her exquisiteness.

“Do you know how perfect you are?” I whisper, my heart pounding from how excited just looking at her makes me.

“Thank you, Sir,” she replies, beaming.

“Don”t thank me yet. I”m about to turn that pretty little face into a twisted mess of pleasure and pain. Tonight, you”re forbidden from doing anything other than allowing me access to you. All of you. I want to use every inch, no restrictions whatsoever.”

“Of course,” she says. “What do you have in mind, Sir?”

“I’m no Shibari expert, but tonight I’m going to improvise. Crouch in front of the bed with your knees at your chest and your arms behind your back. Stay that way and don”t move.”

Journey takes a deep breath, preparing for another scene with the beast in me before sliding off the bed and standing in front of me. I remove her dress and try my best not to give into my desire to bend her over and push myself inside. I battle back and forth with the urge until she’s naked, then I force her down and into position.

Once she’s set, I walk to the back corner by the stairs and grab a long rope hanging from the wall. Usually, this is purely for the BDSM dungeon aesthetic. Tonight, it becomes a tool.

When I return to Journey, I begin wrapping the rope around her body. I’m not trained in Shibari the way the owner of The Black Collar is, but I manage, wrapping it around her torso and arms horizontally before doing it vertically over her shoulders to create a few squares down her sides. It’s not beautiful or intricate, and the end of the rope dangles loosely like an untied shoe string, but it gets the job done. I’ll definitely have to learn more in order to give my Little One exactly what she saw on stage. Even though I’m new at this, I love seeing her this way. Journey loves it too, because I can clearly see that she’s ready for another orgasm as her pussy drips for me.

Now that she’s ready, I lift her onto the bed and set her down on her side. Since she is naked in this position, I have total access and freedom. Her ass and pussy are completely uncovered and ready for me to use in any way I see fit. If I move to the other side of the bed, I can fuck her mouth with ease. All she can do is take it, and that fact makes me hungry to begin.

Before I start, I place a blindfold over Journey’s eyes so that she can’t see what’s coming. I only want her to feel me, her senses heightened by removing her ability to move and see.

“Do you trust me, Little One?” I ask as I go back to the drawer and remove a small flogger with six-inch chain link tresses. If they were any bigger, they would cause too much damage, so the falls are made much smaller than usual. The feeling of being hit with this is different from a typical flogger with leather or hide. I’m going to give her something new to fall in love with.

Journey licks her lips. “Yes, Sir. You have all of my trust.”

“Good. I guess it wouldn”t matter now if you didn”t. You’ve given yourself to me and allowed me to tie you up. You have no choice but to trust me. Luckily for you, I’m not a monster. I’m just your beast.”

I let the chains of the flogger slide against Journey’s leg, climbing her body like a tiny spider before reaching the thickness of her ass. There, on the meatiest part of her leg, I slap the flogger against her flesh. It lands with a short thwack that makes Journey jump, but the rope keeps her from getting too far.

“How did it feel?” I ask, stalking around her body until I end up near her head. Her mouth looks so wet and seductive I have half a mind to drop everything and fuck it until I come again.

“It’s new. What is it?” she asks.

“A flogger, but with tiny chains as tresses.”

“I thought so. It stings more but I love it. As long as you”re the one wielding it, I will always love it. Please keep going, Sir. I can take it.”

“Oh, I know you can, Little Devil.” I flog her again, harder this time—enough to make her skin redden. “I know you will take the pain of a thousand deaths for me, and I will proudly inflict it on you. Take it, Journey. Take the pain for me.”

I whip the flogger across Journey’s exposed skin over and over again, marking her legs and ass. I whirl the flogger around with nothing more than a flick of the wrist, but the damage it leaves in its wake is beautiful. Such little effort required to mar her skin. Once I’m finished, all I want is to fuck her. My cock leaks with precum, and I’m finally ready to unleash it, so I strip out of all of my clothes and prepare the task at hand.

I drop the little flogger on the bed near the pillow and return to my tied up princess. I’m sure her limbs ache to be released from the grip of the rope, but I’m not finished just yet. I rub my palm over her body, assessing the damage I have created and reveling in it. When I reach her ass, I stop and insert a finger into her pussy.

“Just as I suspected—soaked for me,” I acknowledge with a proud smile.

“Always, Sir,” Journey replies.

“Good, because I’m ready to come inside you more than I have ever been. Are you ready to receive me, Little One?”

“Yes, Sir. Please fill me up.”

I stand on the side of the bed and slide Journey over until her ass is nearly hanging off, giving me unobstructed access. I grip her ass and slide inside without having to use my hands as a guide. She’s so wet my eyes widen.

“Goddamn, Journey. Your pussy is so needy.”

“Only for you, Sir. Always for you.”

I begin pounding her pussy with brutal strokes that echo around the basement and creep up the stairs. “That’s right, Little Devil. Always and only for me.”

I grip a length of the rope and use it as leverage, squeezing it tightly as I fuck Journey like she’s my most hated enemy. I fuck her hard and without remorse as she screams beneath me, unable to move or fend for herself. She takes all of it, giving herself over to me while I absolutely fucking wreck her pussy until the moment I explode inside of her.

I grunt, scream, growl, and swear as the orgasm consumes me entirely. My muscles quiver until I pull out and rest my arms against the bed, bending in half as I lay my head on Journey’s ass. Once I’m able to stand again, I untie Journey, remove the blindfold, and watch as she slowly stretches her limbs. I see the agony on her face from the soreness, but she doesn”t complain. In fact, she looks happy, grinning as she stretches out and makes her body usable again.

When she’s finished, I don”t bother cleaning myself up when she gets up to go to the bathroom, walking across the basement naked before coming back to me in the bed. I reach out and pull her down, snatching the covers over us as we lay on our sides with my arms around her. We’ll get to aftercare in a little while, but for now, I just want to hold the woman who would both die and kill for me. For her, I would knock a thousand men unconscious and slice through their tongues without thinking twice. This is what our love looks like, and nothing can stop it.