Page 71 of Dark Therapy
Damien’s smirk never wavered as he opened the wooden box, the creak of the hinges sounding like a death knell in the silence. His fingers slid inside, pulling out acollar—black, cold, and gleaming under the dim light. It was adorned with long metal thorns, each one sharp and cruel.
He stepped behind me, the collar heavy in his hands, and I could feel the pressure of his presence like a vice around mychest. Without a word, he slid it around my neck, the cold metal biting into my skin.
Damien’s voice was low, dark, almost reverent. “Perfect fit,”
Damien stood before me, his grin wide, eyes gleaming with sickening satisfaction as he clicked something on the collar. The sound echoed in the empty room, a hollow click that sent a chill through my spine.
I frowned, the sharp, chemical smell of gas suddenly filling the air, rising from the thorns around my neck. My heart pounded as my breath quickened, my eyes widening.
“What… what do you want to do?” I gasped, my voice trembling asI saw him pull a lighter from his pocket, the flame flickering dangerously between his fingers.
His grin only grew darker as he flicked the lighter open, the flame dancing in his hand like a promise of something far worse.
He brought the flame to one of the thorns, and I froze. The moment the fire touched it, all the thorns ignited, flames crawling up the metal like living serpents, licking dangerously close to my face. I could feel the heat radiating off them, every flicker threatening to burn my skin, my body trembling as I fought to keep still.
I should’ve felt scared. But I felt…excited?
“Perfect,” he murmured, his eyes tracing the flames with dark delight. “You look like a ballerina, Millie. So graceful, sodelicate.”
Damien’s laughter cracked through the suffocating air, jagged and unhinged, echoing off the walls like atwistedhymn. His fingers pinched my nipple hard, a cruel, deliberate twist that sent a shock of pain and pleasure lancing through me. “Trembling already?” he sneered, his lips curling into a wicked grin. “You’re so fuckingeasy. I barely have to try.”
The fire licked at the air, its warm heat brushing against my skin. Damien held his free hand dangerously close to the flames, the orange light dancing in his wide, manic eyes. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he murmured, almost to himself. “Fire… it doesn’t give a fuck. Ittakeswhat it wants. Just like me.”
“What does it feel like, huh?” he whispered, his voice dripping with venom. “To know you’retrapped? To know every move you make ismineto control? Don’t tell me you don’t feel it—the helplessness crawling under your skin, eating you alive.”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Mybody frozen between the fire’s threat and Damien’s cruel gaze.
He stepped back just a fraction, his smirk widening. “Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said, his tone syrupy and mocking. “I’m not gonna let the fire take you.” His fingers trailed down my chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “No, I want to watch yousquirm. I want to feel youfallapart.”
And then he dropped to his knees, the movement slow and deliberate, his presence looming larger than ever despite his lowered stance. The flames cast his shadow across the room, twisting it into something monstrous. He didn’t look up at me, not at first, his eyes fixed on my stomach, his breath ghosting over myskin. “God, Millie,” he muttered, his voice soft and dangerous. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I couldn’t move, couldn’t even flinch as he shifted closer, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. He tilted his head back, finally meeting my eyes. They were wild, feral,burningwith something darker than the fire itself. “I can hear it in your silence, Millie. Youlovethis. The fear, the helplessness, the fact that no matter what you do—you’re mine. All mine.”
Damien slowly and deliberately pushed my legs apart, making me lose my balance. I struggled to keep myself steady on my tiptoes. I couldn’t move my head to see him, couldn’t escape the overwhelming sensation of being completely exposed, vulnerable—hisplaything.
His breath was hot against my skin, a chaotic mix offuryandhungerthat made my pulse hammer in my throat.
“You fucking love this, don’t you?” he hissed, his voice dark and manic, dripping with venom and desire. “The way I take you, the way I fuckingownyou.”
I barely had time to gasp before his lips ghosted over me, feather-light at first, teasing, taunting. His hands slid from my chest to grip my ass with bruising force, pulling mecloserto his mouth like he couldn’t stand the distance. My breath hitched, shallow and ragged, as his tongue flicked out, tasting me with a ferocity that sent sparks shooting down my spine.
He growled against me, the vibration rippling through my body and making my thighs tremble. “So fuckingsweet,” he muttered, his voice muffled as his tongue delved deeper. The sound wasobscene, and it made my entire body burn with a mix of pleasure.
I bit down on my lip hard enough to draw blood, desperate to silence the whimper that threatened to escape as he pulled back just enough to look up at me. His lips were slick, his expression unhinged, a dark smirk curling at the edges.
“Don’t fucking hold back, Millie,” he demanded, his tone sharp and commanding. “I want to hear every damn sound. Every gasp, every whine—all of it.”
Before I could even process his words, he buried his face between my legs again, licking and sucking with a hunger that bordered on savage. His teeth grazed my clit, and I cried out.
“Damien,” I gasped, his name spilling from my lips like a prayer—or maybe a curse.
He groaned in response, his grip tightening on my hips as he held me in place, refusing to let me escape the relentless onslaught of his mouth. Each flick of his tongue, each scrape of his teeth, sent shockwaves through me.
“Fuck,” he growled, pulling back just enough to catch his breath, his lips curling into a wicked grin. “You taste like sin. And I’m never letting you go.”
The room felt suffocating, charged with a dark, electric energy that only Damien could create. He wasn’t just devouring me—he wasclaimingme, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but him.
All I wanted in that moment washim. To meet his gaze, those wild eyes that burned with amadnessonly Damien could carry.I ached to bury my fingers in his hair, to yank him closer, to feel his breath mingling with mine as he consumed me whole. But I couldn’t. The chains kept me pinned, trapped like some sacrificial offering on display. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t fight. All I could do wasfeel.