Page 43 of Dark Therapy
I had no idea how, but I’d managed to slip from his sight, weaving frantically between the twisted trees and crumbling gravestones. My legs buckled, and I dropped to my knees behind a massive, weathered tombstone, pressing myself into the cold earth. The weight of the grave felt oppressive beneath me, a chilling reminder of how close I was to becoming another lost soul in this cursed place.
My chest heaved as I struggled to quiet my breathing, desperate to muffle any sound that might betray me. I leaned ever so slightly, peeking around the stone, searching the dark expanse for any sign of him, but there was nothing—onlyshadows shifting under the pale moonlight. For a split second, I allowed myself to hope, my heart racing, each frantic beat echoing in my ears. Maybe, justmaybe, I’d—
A hand appeared from behind me and closed around my throat, cutting off my breath, silencing every last scream lodged in my chest. Cold fingers tightened around my neck, their grip relentless, unyielding.
“Thought you could hide from me, Millie?” he murmured, his voice a sinister caress that sent a sickening shiver down my spine. “You’re right where I want you. Sitting on the dead… itsuitsyou.”
I gasped, clawing at his hand, but his grip only tightened, a twisted chuckle rumbling from his chest as he held me in place. “Did you think you could slip away that easily?” His words dripped with amusement. “Poorlittlething, lost in the dark, hiding among the corpses. Fitting, don’t you think?”
His voice slithered through the darkness, soft yet laced with malice. “You know,” he whispered, his fingers pressing just a little harder against my throat, “it would be so easy—so fuckingeasy—to snap your neck right here. Just a little twist, and you’d be nothing more than a beautiful memory.”
The sharp edge of his words, the threat woven into each syllable, ignited a desire so deep it almostparalyzedme.
He chuckled—a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, his hand shifted from my throat to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair with brutal force. In one swift, unyielding movement, he yanked me down, forcing my face into the cold, damp earth.
“There,” he murmured, voice thick with a twisted satisfaction. “Feel that, Millie? The earth beneath you, swallowing you up like it knows you belong here. Andthis?” He pushed his hips against me, making me gasp as I felt how hard his cock felt on my ass. “It wants that tight pussy of yours. So,sofucking bad.”
I bit my lower lip, the dirt stuck between my teeth, as I felt how wet I was getting. This iswrong, on so many levels! But I couldn’t control how my body wasreacting to him.
I felt his free hand slowly sliding beneath my white nightdress, pulling it upward with it and revealing my perky ass to him, the little lace thong I was wearing didn’t do much to cover my wet pussy.
The pressure of his hand on my neck eased just slightly, and I seized the chance, twisting my head as far as I could just toseehim. He noticed, of course, his dark eyes glinting with twisted amusement as he slowly lifted his mask, revealing only his mouth—those lips that curved into a dangerous smirk as he leanedcloser.
Without warning, his teeth sank into my ass, sharp and unyielding. The pain lanced through me, raw and electric, but beneath it, something else stirred—a forbiddenthrillthat pulsed in time with my racing heart. My breath hitched, caught between pain and something far darker. Just as quickly, he released his bite, his hand sliding down toslapthe same spot, sending a fiery jolt towards my pussy, a mix of sting and warmth that left my head spinning.
A smug satisfaction crossed his lips as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin, soaking in the way my body betrayed me. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and thickwith something sinister. “Youlikethis, don’t you? Thefear, thethrill… it’s exactly where you’re meant to be.” The words wrapped around me, inescapable, darkly intoxicating, until I could hardly remember where the terror ended and the twisted pull of his presence began.
With a slow, deliberate movement, he lowered his mask back into place, and the cold glint in his eyes sent a shiver through me. I barely had time to catch my breath before the unmistakable metallic clack of his belt echoed in the stillness. The sound cut through the night like a promise, dark and dangerouslyintimate.
He took his time, savoring the tension that thickened the air, each movement slow, controlled, letting me anticipate every dark intention he had.
With a rough grip, he yanked me up, forcing me to my knees before him. The night around us was pitch black, shadows twisting under the moonlight, casting his figure in a hauntingsilhouette. He towered over me, silent and commanding, a dark presence that seemed to consume the very air around us. His jeans hung open, the fabric loose, a provocative taunt that held me captive.
I swallowed hard, feeling the night chill against my skin yet burning under his gaze. He didn’t say a word, letting the silence stretch between us, feeding off the way my breaths grew shallow, my pulse pounding in my ears. There was a twisted satisfaction in his eyes, like he knew thestruggleinside me—the fear mixed with something darker, a thrill I couldn’tdeny.
He tilted his head, eyes gleaming darkly beneath the mask, and I understood what he wanted.
He slipped his hand into his underwear and pulled out his cock. An oversized cock glistening with pre-cum was inches away from my trembling lips, and I had to stop myself not to reach out andlickit. “Now,” he ordered, his eyes never leaving mine. “Open that pretty mouth and put it to work.”
The demand lingered between us, daring me, twisting something inside me. Reluctantly, my gaze met his, heart racing as I parted my lips, knowing there was no escape from this dark game he played.
Hesitatingly, I took his cock in my mouth. But the size wasoverwhelming. I couldn’t fit it all, feeling my mouth stretch around it as I tried to adjust. Before I had a chance to steady myself, he moved closer, his grip firm as he placed a hand behind my head.
“Come on, you can take more than that,” he murmured, voice low and taunting, laced with dark amusement. His fingers tangled deeper in my hair, guiding me forward with an unyielding intensitythat left no room for resistance. He pushed it further, the force sudden, making me gasp as the soft flesh pressed against the back of my throat, a startled sound escaping as I struggled around it.
“That’s it,” he breathed, his voice laced with twisted satisfaction as he watched me, a glint of thrill in his eyes. “You’re doing just fine.” His hand held steady as he thrusted into my mouth, growling and savoring the control, his gaze fixed on me as I struggled to keep up.
The way he watched—commanding, taunting—dared me to give in, to let myself be completely at his mercy. I tasted more of his pre-cum on my tongue, the saltiness mingling with the dark thrill in the air.
I let my teeth graze over his cock, slow and deliberate. I could feel his grip tighten in my hair, tugging me closer, his fingers digging into my scalp as ifclaimingme in a way I couldn’t deny. His breath hitched, and there was something almost primal in the way he watched me, a raw intensity that made my pulse quicken despite every warning in my mind.
Ihatedthe way my body betrayed me, leaning into his control. I wasburning, heart racing, my skin alive under his dark gaze as if I were his possession, as if he’d somehow taken me, unraveled me, without even trying. And the pleasure I felt—it wasmaddening.
I wanted to pull away, to break free from the grip he had on me, both physical and psychological, but theshameof the spark I felt only seemed to fuel his amusement. The smirk showing from the cracks of his mask growing wider as he sensed my struggle. It was like he could read every thought in my head, savoring every conflicted beat of my heart.
With a swift tug, he pulled his dick from my mouth, leaving a sharp sting on my lips as it pulled away with a soft, echoing pop. He cursed under his breath at the chill, but his eyes never left mine, a dark spark flickering in them, something twisted andwickedthat made my stomach tighten.
He leaned in closer, his gaze devouring me, as if the coldness of the air on his wet cock only heightened the intensity radiating between us. His hand lingered near my face, taunting me, and I felt thetensioncoil, his quiet, almost dangerous amusement filling the air around us.