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

Chapter 24

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twenty-four

As I descendthe stairs in nothing but black pants, my fist grips tightly around a prized possession. The black belt dangles at my side as I step down feeling like a god walking the Earth. This belt is much more than a tool used to keep pants up. For most men, that’s all it is and all it will ever be. For me, this belt—this one in particular—is my most cherished toy. This is the belt that changed my life forever. This belt ended Sierra Cross’s life. It ended Detective Winter’s life, and it is also responsible for bringing Journey into mine. If it wasn”t for this long piece of leather, I never would”ve met her. I never would have been this satisfied with life. Out of all the toys we own, this black belt is by far the one that means the most. It unlocks us like no other, and tonight it’s exactly what we need.

The basement is nearly pitch black when I reach the bottom of the steps. The only light shining is the one above the bed, where Journey waits on all fours just as she was instructed, completely naked. From here, I can see her perfect body bent over for me. I can smell the lotion she applied, but even more than that I smell her lust for me. I smell her desire. I feel the heat emanating from her body as I get closer and closer, my cock hardening with each measured step. By the time I reach the bed I’m nearly frothing at the mouth, a rabid animal ready to devour its prey.

“Fuck,” I growl, using my free hand to caress Journey’s perfect ass. “I love seeing you this way. You”re so fucking perfect, Little One. Flawless in every way. Even more than that, you”re my soulmate. You”re my perfect match—the only one who could ever bring out the best in me … the worst in me. In a world full of light, you are the darkness I will always crave. Look at you. How could you ever think that I’d want distance from you? From this? From perfection? Fucking never, Little Devil. Lift your head up for me.”

Journey lets out a long exhale. “Yes, Sir.”

She raises her head, giving me plenty of space to step forward and strap the belt around her neck. When it touches her skin, she sucks in a breath, affected by the belt the same way I am. We know what this toy means, and it has us both ready to dive into our sickest desires.

Once the belt is in place with the loose end pulled through the buckle, I grab the long end and hold it, using it as a leash to keep Journey in place while I walk behind her and drop to my knees. The smell of her pussy is kindling for the fire inside me. I want to eat her until I’m full. My god, I can barely stand it. I breathe in the scent of her and my body fills with hot, untamable lust. She could set a million fires and I would never want to be far from this. I fucking need this.

“How could I ever say no to this pussy?” I ask, gripping her ass while tugging the leash, removing all slack. “Tell me it’s mine, Journey.”

She moans. “Yes, Sir. It’s all yours.”

“Again.”

“Sir, my pussy is all yours.”

I dive forward, my tongue whipping out as I suck her into my mouth. I devour all of her, swallowing her wetness to quench my thirst but never being satisfied enough to stop. I eat her pussy disrespectfully, slurping and sucking her clit while my tongue performs acrobatics. I refuse to stop until she detonates in my mouth. I’m desperate for it, and I pull the belt to tighten the grip around her throat while I focus on her clit. I suck it into my mouth while flattening my tongue and licking rhythmically. Over and over again, my tongue strokes against the hardened nub until I sense her muscles tightening. Her legs lock in place as I pull the belt harder so that she can’t get away from me, and I hear the sound of her labored breathing—a symphony of gasps and short breaths that tell me exactly what is about to happen.

“Give it to me, Journey,” I command. “Don”t ask for my permission. Just fucking drown me in it.”

“Yes, S … Sir … Oh, god!” Journey screams in response before clutching the bedsheets in her fists, curving her back, and giving me exactly what I’ve been dying to have.

She bursts, her entire body set ablaze with tremors and spasms that rock her to the point of muscle failure and she falls flat on her stomach, my grip on the belt bet damned. While she unravels, I keep my mouth glued to her pussy, prolonging her bliss for as long as I can, swallowing her every drop until she finally stops trembling and is nothing more than a sweaty mass of exhaustion.

“Good fucking girl,” I say as I stand up, wiping my mouth.

I look down on the woman who has taught me how to love, and my mind stays dark. I don”t want to cuddle. I don”t want to caress her skin or make her feel comfortable. Right now, I crave her destruction, because giving her pain is how I show her just how much I love her.

While Journey pants beneath me, I climb on the bed and straddle her backside. With a leg on each side of her, I lean forward and plant kisses up her spine until I reach her neck. I take in the sight of her feebleness and let it run through me. I love seeing her shattered. The sight of her ruin and the sound of ragged breaths plunges me straight into Dom Space. The nerves in my arms are on heightened sensitivity as my blood rushes and my fingers tingle. My entire being feels entombed in a god-like aura. I can do no wrong. The damage I cause is pure beauty. I am a deity brought to Earth for this very moment, and my will shall be done.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” I whisper in Journey’s ear while she’s still struggling to regain life in her body. She lies prone in front of me as I sit up, positioning myself just below her ass with my cock at her soaking wet entrance. I tighten my grip around the loose end of the belt and push myself inside until I can enter her no further. “Fuck yes.”

Journey gasps, her head finally lifting off the bed as she comes back to life like a zombie. Her fists grip the covers as I pull back on the belt and lean forward again.

“You won”t be able to speak soon,” I inform her so that she’s prepared for what is about to come. “So, it won”t be possible to use your safe word. In place of it, you will tap the bed three times, then you’ll pause and do it again, repeating the process until I catch on and stop. Per usual, the second I see it everything ends. Do you understand?”

She nods. “I understand, Sir. Tap the bed three times and repeat until you stop. But I’m not worried about it. I am yours to use. Abuse me, Sir. Please. I need it.”

“With fucking pleasure.”

Without another word, I lean back, yank the belt upward, and begin pounding Journey’s pussy viciously. I fuck her as hard as I can, ravaging her insides with my cock, trying to make her scream when I know she can’t. The belt cuts off both her oxygen and her ability to utter a single sound. She will have to tap out in order for me to stop, and if she doesn”t, she will lose consciousness. Fine with me.

I keep going, rocking the entire bed frame back and forth over and over again, still pulling the belt back until my body exhausts itself and I’m forced to stop. Breathing heavily, I release the tension on the belt and see Journey’s head fall forward. I loosen the buckle from her neck and see that she is passed out.

“Journey,” I say, patting her on her cheek until I see movement in her eyelids. “Hey, hey. You okay?”

Journey’s eyes flutter like moth wings taking flight until she regains consciousness completely and looks at me.

“I’m fine,” she says. “Keep going.”

I smile like the devil himself. “That’s my fucking girl.”

Re-tightening the belt, I go back to work, fucking her hard and fast while choking her. I use her body relentlessly, but I never take my eyes off her hands. I see the way they fist the covers, her skin turning red from how hard she clutches for dear life, but she never snaps. Instead of asking me to relent, I see her grip loosen and her neck lose strength. I stop fucking her again and release the belt. Again, she’s out cold.

“Journey,” I call to her, gently smacking her cheek again.

She wakes up quicker this time, less groggy.

“Keep going,” she demands almost angrily. “I was so close to coming.”

My eyes bulge as excitement threatens to explode from me.

“Holy fuck,” I say, shaking my head in total awe of her. “You’re so fucking unbelievable, Little Devil. Do it then. Come for me before you pass out or we’ll never stop. It’ll be the worst edging of your life. Control yourself before you lose consciousness. I want your cum. Right fucking now.”

“Yes, S—”

Her words are cut off by the cinching of the belt around her throat. I lean back and remove all barriers. I will not hold back in the slightest. I begin again, heartlessly slamming into Journey’s pussy while pulling the belt back. Each stroke is long and powerful, sending echoes through the house and the need to come ripping through my veins. I watch Journey fist the covers again, waiting for her to snap. My own orgasm builds up and threatens to wash over me like a tsunami wave, and just before I’m overtaken, Journey’s body begins to convulse.

She can’t scream because of the asphyxiation, so her body caves in on itself instead. She rocks back and forth, the muscles in her limbs cramping as she orgasms and begins to lose consciousness at the same time. Her skin flushes red as her head turns to the side, giving me a bird’s eye view of her glorious face being overcome with agonizing pleasure. Then, her entire body relaxes and I know she has passed out again.

I let go of the belt completely, making sure to loosen it at the buckle so Journey can breathe, but I don”t stop fucking. I pound in and out again, and again, and again, until the wave finally crushes me and I am swallowed whole. I come so hard my vision turns white, letting out a monstrous howl that burns my throat and locks my body in place until the bliss is finished with me. Then it’s my turn to collapse.

I fall forward, my chest landing on Journey”s back, and as much as I want to lie there and take my time recovering, I have to make sure Journey is okay. I remove the belt completely and tap her on the face.

“Journey. Journey, wake up,” I plead, my heart racing from coming and the fear that I may have gone too far … again. “Journey!”

Her eyes flicker before opening, followed by a gasping breath as life re-enters her body.

“Oh, my god,” she exclaims between heaving breaths. “That was unreal. It may have been the most terrifying, intense, magnificent orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“You were incredible,” I say as I roll off of her so that she can take full breaths without the weight of my body on her back.

“That’s the kind of breath play that people don”t know about,” she says. “They think it’s all hand necklaces and tight collars. No, this … this was breath play.”

“And you were so fucking good,” I say, now lying on my back. “I thought you were going to snap.”

“Never,” she replies with a scoff. “I trust that you won”t kill me, but if you did, it’d be worth it.”

We both laugh as we settle down, our sweat rolling off our skin and soaking into the covers below. The conversation stops as we just try to regain our energy. After five minutes, tears begin to glide down Journey’s face, followed by heavy sobs that rock her body.

I don”t even ask what’s wrong. I know sub drop when I see it. The heavy dose of endorphins released from a traumatic scene like the one we just did is almost always followed by sub drop. The chemicals in her body are in a frenzy trying to recover from the intensity of what just happened, and asking her what is wrong always gets the same answer. I don”t know. It’s fine. I don”t need her to know. I’ll know for her, and I’ll be the comfort she doesn”t even know she needs.

I turn on my side and pull Journey into my arms until she”s lying on top of me. There, straddling my naked body, she cries into my neck. I caress her back and hair with both hands, simply giving her quiet support until she gets control of her emotions again. No matter how long it takes, I’ll be here for her, because putting her back together is even more important than tearing her apart.