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

Chapter 32

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thirty-two

When there’sa knock on my hotel door, I don”t even feel like the person I was before I spoke to Journey earlier. Prior to calling her back, I was furious over what she tried to do to Trey. I was aggravated by the fact that I had been forced to leave the city I love and find refuge in Wilmington, desperate to be anywhere but the place where I was lied to countlessly. I was sick over it, no doubt, but now … now I’m ready to be everything I was always afraid I would become. Now I’m ready to embrace the beast I’ve always been.

I sit on the edge of the bed staring at nothing, the room darkened by shadows cast on the walls from the glow of the TV and no other lights on. The darkness matches my mood, to say the least. A second knock raps on the door and I force myself to move, the bag on the bed shifting as I get up. I had to go out with a hoodie, keeping my face low as I perused ailes for things I’ll need over the next few weeks. I couldn”t even lift my head in case there were cameras above me. What a shitty existence. It reminded me of the way I was before I met Journey—a coward, too afraid to show the world who he truly is. I hated it then, and I fucking hate it now.

When I open the door, Journey stands before me dressed in all-black, two bags in her hands carrying her belongings because she can’t go back home either. She’s all packed and ready to run and hide. Now we’re two cowards prepared to go on the lamb until the end of time.

“Hey,” she says, a half smile on her face from being happy to see me while still hesitant. She knows I’m not over what happened so she’ll tread lightly, but walking soft enough to traipse over eggshells wouldn”t save her from the way I’m feeling right now.

I turn on my heel and walk back into the room, Journey following closely. The door to the room closes, and as Journey sets her bags down next to the mini fridge, I reach into my own bag and grip the new rope I purchased for this moment. I squeeze it hard, taking out my anger on the knotted fabric as I turn around to face Journey. When sees me, she glances down at my hand.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“What should I do?” I reply, nearly foaming at the mouth from how fucking pissed I am at the situation that forced us into this room.

Journey frowns. “What? I don”t know. What should you do about what, Sir?”

“Oh, Sir? Am I your Sir, Journey?” I growl, gripping the rope even tighter.

“Of course you are,” she answers.

“Do you lie to your Sir? Do you keep your Dom in the dark about everything? Do you avoid communication with the person you belong to? Do you fucking sneak—beating up people, burning down buildings, and fucking planning murders without ever thinking of telling the truth? Is this how a submissive acts with her Sir?”

Journey is silent, a look of horror on her face before forcing herself to stutter, “Sir … Evan … I—”

“Shut the fuck up,” I snap, quickly eliminating the space between us with two large steps. My nose touches Journey’s as we stand face to face. “You call me Sir and then treat me like I’m just another random person on the street for you to lie to. We were supposed to be partners. We were a team. We have fucking laid people to rest together, Journey, and you lie to me. Me! I may be a savage who has stolen the life from people’s lungs, but since each of us has learned the truth about the other, I have never lied to you. You planned to murder my friend and didn”t speak a word of it. Had I not shown up to Trey’s house to apologize and make sure we were good, I never would”ve been there to stop you. You would”ve killed him and I never would”ve known that it was you, and you never would”ve told me. How the fuck am I supposed to trust you now?”

“Evan, I’m sorry!”

I slam my hand over Journey’s mouth, forcing her to walk backwards until she is pinned between me and the door.

“Do not speak again,” I say, glaring at her. “Every question I ask is rhetorical until I say otherwise. You are allowed to say nothing because I can’t believe a word that comes out of your fucking mouth. If you want my trust again, you will have to fucking earn every bit of it.” I shift my hand, sliding it down from her mouth to her throat. “Now take off your clothes and drop to your knees before I give you what you really deserve, and choke the life out of you.”

Wheezing, Journey begins yanking at her clothes. She quickly tears herself out of her shirt but struggles to remove her pants with my hand around her throat. Once she’s naked, I finally relent and allow her to drop to her knees in front of me.

“Do not fucking move,” I tell her. “If I see as much as a single muscle fiber twitch, I swear I will walk out of this hotel room and leave you to fend for yourself. Do you understand me?”

I glare at Journey, waiting for the beginning of a word to fall out of her mouth, looking for an excuse to let my anger guide me out of this room and never look back. However, Journey doesn”t speak. She doesn’t nod her head. She stays still, her eyes on mine, letting me know she understands and will obey.

Satisfied with her submission, I finally put my new rope to use. I tie the rough fabric around her neck and create loose knots that hang down to her stomach before spreading them outward toward her back. I take my time, making as many knots and squares as I can until her body is a checkerboard, her arms bound tightly at her sides and her legs the only limbs she has available to use. It’s better than my first attempt but still not perfect.

“Stand up,” I command, and I don”t offer a hand to assist her. She struggles to lift a knee high enough to balance herself before managing to get to her feet and stand in front of me. “Your fucking face disgusts me, Journey. All I see are the eyes that have lied to no end, disregarding our dynamic and the respect we were supposed to have for each other. Turn around so that I don”t have to look at the mouth that has spoken so much bullshit to me.”

Journey slowly spins until her back is to me and she’s facing the bed. I review my rope work a final time before reaching into my bag again and removing a hunting knife with a wooden handle and a six-inch serrated blade. I’m not sure if Journey sees it, but if she does she doesn”t show it.

“I could kill you right now,” I tell her, just as I gently run the serrated edge of the knife across the back of her neck. “I could stab you and end your life and there isn”t anything you could do to stop me. I couldn”t trust you, so what makes you think you can trust that I won”t take out my anger on you? What makes you think that your lies haven”t made me snap? You’ve watched me kill people before. It has never bothered me. You thought that because I enjoyed our peaceful, lustful life together that I had gone soft. You convinced yourself that I needed you to defend me, as if you didn”t watch me cut a man’s tongue out for disrespecting you. You let yourself believe that I was no longer like you, but you have no idea Journey.

“You’re not stronger than me or more willing to act on your emotions. You”re simply more thoughtless. You”re less controlled. That’s why I’m a Dom, because control is what I’m best at. But being in control doesn”t mean being weak. No, in fact, I think I like the sight of blood more than you do.”

Slowly, deliberately, I apply pressure to the tip of the knife and drag it down Journey’s shoulder blade. Blood blooms brilliantly in a straight line as she lets out a soft gasp before sucking it back in. I keep going until the vertical line is three inches long.

“You see?” I continue, my eyes widening at the sight of blood streaking down her back and soaking into the rope. “I like that. Seeing your life leak from your body makes my cock harder than it has been in a long time … and you have the nerve to think I need your protection? No, Little One, it is you who needs mine.”

I place my hand on the leaking wound, smearing blood on my palm and biting my lip as the feel and scent of it work their way through my system. I’m overcome with sadistic elation as my cock throbs and I push Journey forward until she falls onto the mattress face-first. Her torso lands with a thud as her legs dangle off the edge of the bed. I drop my pants and mount her quickly, straddling her closed legs and gripping the thick rope for leverage.

“You treated me like I belong to you,” I say as I push myself into her, stretching her tight, wet pussy to its limits. “But you are the one who belongs to me, Journey. Now, I’m going to make sure you know it.”

As Journey lays silently on the bed, I begin fucking her with no desire to satisfy her. I’m going to fuck her like I hate her because right now I do. I abhor what she has done and feel nothing but hostility in this moment, and I’m going to take it all out on her now. This is not about pleasure. It’s about ownership.

“You belong to me,” I say, thrusting into her so hard I nearly hurt myself. The bed tries to inch forward but is blocked by the wall. Fuck it. I’ll fuck her so hard the mattress will break through the drywall. We’ll end up in the adjoining room by the time I’m finished ravishing her.

“Lying to me is against the fucking rules.”

Thrust.

“You are my fucking property.”

Thrust.

“You do as I say.”

Thrust.

“At all fucking times.”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

Journey bites back a moan as I lift the knife again and embed the tip into her skin, dragging it horizontally to create a line at the top of the first one.

“You will never disobey me again.”

Thrust.

“You will do as your Sir commands.”

Thrust. Thrust.

“Or I will never touch you again.”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

“I own every inch of you,” I say, moving the knife down to form another horizontal line in the center of the vertical one.

“You are my whore.”

Thrust.

“You are my slut.”

Thrust. Thrust.

“You are my property.”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

I move the knife lower and press down to dig the blade in again. I slide it across her skin until the tip comes in contact with the rope, but I keep cutting. I push hard and rip it across, slicing through both Journey’s skin and the rope, shredding it in two and leaving a deep gash in her flesh. She lets out a yelp that she can’t bite back, but I don”t fucking care.

“And now you wear my brand,” I say, dropping the knife and slamming my hand against the four lines on her back that come together to form the letter E. I love seeing my first initial carved into her skin. It drives me wild and I pound into her, my eyes focused on the rose-colored letter.

I grip the rope with one hand while the other stays on the new E on her back, and I fuck Journey hard. I can tell how much effort she has to put into keeping quiet, and I love that she is obeying her master. My dick is a weapon of destruction and I use it to try and split her just like the rope. I fuck hard and fast until I’m ready to explode, and when it comes, I don”t stop. I let the wave wreck me, and just as I’m coming, I pull out and stand up straight. My cum rips from me in ribbons that land on Journey’s bare back, most of it splashing on her new brand. Breathing hard, I reach down and smear my cum into the E, mixing her blood with my semen.

“There,” I snip. “I’m a permanent part of you now, Little Devil. Now I only have one question, and you”re allowed to answer.” I grab Journey by the neck and wrench her head over as I lean down so that we’re face to face. “Who do you belong to?”

With mist in her eyes from the pain and pleasure she just endured, Journey’s agonized face slowly shifts into a smile.

“You,” she answers. “My Sir.”