Page 54 of Dark Therapy
He gripped the blade with a fierce determination, the metal biting into his skin as he pressed the handledeeperinto me, pushing and pulling in a slow, relentless rhythm. Blood began to seep from his palm, the crimson streaks staining my pussy, winding lines that spread with each motion, as if he were marking me, branding me.
Another moan escaped my lips, one I couldn’t hold back, as his grip tightened around my throat. The sound seemed to provoke something primal in him, adarksatisfaction flaring in his eyes as he watched me struggle beneath him. Before I could protest, he leaned down, his breath hot against my skin, and his teeth grazed the curve of my neck, almost teasing.
And then he sank his teeth into my flesh, a possessivebitethat sent a sharp pulse of heat through my body. I felt his low, guttural growl reverberate against my skin, dark and dangerous, as he held me in place,fuckingme relentlessly with the knife-handle. My heart pounded wildly, pleasure flooding my head. His fingers were keeping me pinned as his bite softened but lingered, his mouth tracing a path of raw, bruising possession along my neck.
He paused for a moment, glancing at the crimson-streaked mess beneath his hand, a strange satisfaction curling at the edges of his mouth as he observed his handiwork.
With a low, almost inaudible growl, he resumed, each movement a twisted display of control, as though he were pouring every dark impulse into the act. The blood continued to flow, mingling with my own juices, staining it further as he lost himself in the rhythm—an act ofpossession, ofclaiming.
My skin tingled, painfully aware of the pleasure building at the pit of my stomach, of howcloseI was, of the control he wielded over me in that moment. I hissed as I felt his lips press against the mark he left on my neck, a twisted, dark kiss meant not for comfort, but fordominance. He whispered against my skin, his voice dark and full of desire, “Every part of you is mine.” then, he pushed the handle deep inside of me, leaving it there.
With a swift, merciless tug, he pulled me out of bed, forcing me down, the impact resonating through me as my knees hit the blood-soaked floor. I bit my bottom lip as the tip of the blade between my legs met the hard floor, making the handle move inside me.
He kept his grip firm, tilting my head back just enough to meet his gaze, his eyes alight with a twisted satisfaction. His free hand traced down the side of my face, almost gently. The light brush of his fingers was deceptive, mocking the power he held, his thumb grazing over my lips, pressing just enough to force them open slightly.
“You look perfect like this,” he murmured darkly, his voice a low, possessive growl that sent a shiver down my spine. “On your knees, exactly where you should be.”
“Now,” Damien pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift move, revealing his thick, hard cock. I gulped as he started stroking himself with his bloodied hand, smearing the crimson liquid all over himself, the sight turning me on even more. “why don’t you open that little mouth for me, hmm?”
He pulled my head closer to him, thehint of satisfaction in his eyes was unmistakable as he brushed hisbloodycock against my face; he reveled in my helplessness, fed off it, savoring the tension in every inch of my body. AndIlikedit.
The intensity in his eyes was almost unbearable—dark, consuming, as if he could see right through me, right down to the part of me thatdidn’twant him to stop.
He pressed the tip of his cock against my lips,firmandinsistent, leaving no choice but to open my mouth and take it in. He pushed it past my lips with a force that bordered on cruel, his thickness filling my mouth so completely, leaving me struggling for air.
His thumb was brushing over my cheek with a dark amusement, watching my every reaction with a twisted satisfaction as my lips struggled to wrap around his length, “Struggling already? You’re going to have to do better than that.”
His hand pressed firmly on my jaw, holding me in place as he pushed his cock into my mouth, each movement slow, deliberate, yet unrelenting. In and out, the hard cock filled every inch of space, and I felt the pressure against my lips as he forceditdeeper, as if testing my limits, his fingers curling possessively under my chin to keep me steady. My mind went hazy, every coherent thought scattering under the weight of his control, as if he were deliberately trying to erase them, leaving me with only the sensation, only his presence consuming me completely.
My breath hitched each time he withdrew, only to push it back in with a twisted satisfaction, watching me with that intense, predatory gaze that sent shivers down my spine. It wasmaddening—the way he seemed to enjoy toying with my restraint, stretching the boundaries of my compliance, forcing me to surrender inch by inch.
Imoanedaround his cock as the tip of the knife-handle I had inside me made contact with the floor. And I repeated the same movementagain, andagain, feeling it twist inside me and driving mecrazy.
The room seemed to fade around us, the only thing I could focus on was his relentless rhythm, making it harder and harder to catch my breath, harder still to resist thepullhe had over me.
His smirk deepened as he grabbed me from the throat, pulling me up slightly, his voice low and taunting. “Did I give youpermission to pleasure yourself?” he murmured, his eyes glinting with dark satisfaction. I struggled against his hold as his hand tightened around my neck. “You can come only when Iallowyou to. Do you understand?”
Aslapto my face made it clear that he was waiting for an answer. I struggled to nod. “Good girl.”
He continued thrusting into my mouth, in and out, making me choke on my own saliva while struggling to breathe. I feltpowerless,used,humiliated, yet my pussy was clenching around the handle as the heat kept rising.
With a loud thud, my knees came into contact with the floor as he released my neck from his hold. Damien didn’t give me any time to breathe properly as he pushed himself on top of me, he twisted the handle one last time, his dark eyes fixated on my face, before pulling it out of me, replacing it with his hard cock instead.
Myeyes rolled to the back of my head as he rolled his hips into mine. When I looked back into his eyes, they were as dark as the night itself, a bottomless abyss that seemed to pull me in deeper with every passing second. His gaze wasintense,sharp, like it could cut through me if he wanted. But there was something else there too, something I hadn’t noticed before. A flicker of,sadness? It was buried beneath the coldness, hidden so deep that it seemed like it wasn’t meant to be seen. It was fleeting, like ashadowslipping across a surface, but itwasthere—just enough to make my heart stop for a beat.
I wanted to look away, to ignore it, but the pull was too strong. There was a dark allure in those eyes, something magnetic that made it impossible to escape. He lookedhumanfor once, and thatterrifiedme. It made the distance between us feel even more unreachable.
Without thinking, without any ounce of hesitation, my hands moved on their own. I buried them deep into his dark, unruly hair, fingers tangling in the strands as I yanked him closer. There was no space left between us, no distance, as if every inch of my body was screaming for him, urging me to close the gap, to fill that emptiness I didn’t know existed until now.
His breath hitched, and I could feel the tension in his body, the way he fought against the need rising between us. But I wasdesperatefor him in a way I couldn’t explain. With every inch he tried to pull back, I pressed harder, digging my fingers into his skin, holding him captive to the chaos we were creating.
His resolve shattered, crumbling under the pressure of my touch, myneed. And with a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine, he surrendered to the kiss. I felt his cock twitch inside me as his lips crashed into mine,hungry, as if he, too, had been holding back for far too long. The intensity of it wassuffocating,consuming—like a fire that had finally found its fuel. There was no room for caution, no room for hesitation. Only the desperate, primalpullthat dragged us deeper into this madness.
I bit down on his bottom lip as I came hard, feeling the pleasure explode in every nerve of my body in a way I never experienced before.
Damien hissed at the sharp pain from the bite, the sensation of my teeth sinking into his skin igniting something dark and primal within him. But he didn’t pull away—no, he leaned into it, cravingmore, as if the pain was a reminder of the twisted connection that thrummed between us. His breath came inshallow, uneven gasps as my teeth punctured deeper, the sweet, metallic taste of his blood flooding my mouth. The moment wasintoxicating, bothviolentandtenderin its rawness, like the calm before the storm. He gripped my throat again, his fingers digging into my flesh as though he needed to hold onto something to keep himself grounded, even though every part of him was spiraling into somethingdarker.
There was something about that darkness—something intoxicating, something that made my pulse race with aperverseexcitement. I let go, surrendering to the pull, letting the pressure build until my body could no longer resist.