Dark Submissive

by Shana Vanterpool

  I nodded like my head was going to fall off.

  “Anything you want, my Sweet Miya. Any-fucking-thing.”

  She smiled. The first real hopeful smile she’d ever given me.

  I smiled back. The first real hopeful smile I’d ever given her.

  Did I still want to bend her over my kitchen counter and fuck her until my cock was embedded in her cervix? Sure.

  Eventually.

  Now was a time for hope. And nothing could beat that.

  PART FOUR

  The force of love…

  1. – Jaxon

  Letting Miya go a second time wasn’t as hard as the first time. No. It was harder. Ten times harder. In my mind, it was a trap. She wasn’t coming back. She didn’t want to stay. In my heart, I knew there was only us. There had to be. Together, we made this scarred sense of sense. Our broken dark parts created a lovely shade of gold for our souls to feed off of.

  Sam’s wedding was beautiful. Miya and I tried to smile through it, but I could see the flagrant unease in her gaze. We danced, and ate, and smiled, and once the flower petals from Livie’s bouquet hit the ground, Miya left.

  Miya came back home six months later. Just as winter started. There was a heavy snowfall, and I was currently in my office working through clinical paperwork I needed to fax over for a few patients. I heard Kinny call my name a moment before she poked her head into my office.

  “Guest for you, Mr. Damon.”

  I knew who it was before I opened the front door. Miya stood on the front porch, a single suitcase in hand, chattering bottom lip between her teeth and hope in her dazzling blue eyes.

  “We met in the winter,” she stated.

  I didn’t say anything. I grabbed the handle from her suitcase, pulled it inside, and then I grabbed her hand and did the same with her. I caught her by her jaw with my free hand and brought my lips down on hers. I kissed her so deep, our teeth knocked together. I stroked every inch of her mouth with my tongue, pulling the dregs of her sweetness into mine. She tasted like all things sweet. Vanilla, honey, and butter. “You had something to eat,” I murmured against her lips, kissing her until her spine arched before I let her answer.

  “Cake pop from Starbucks.”

  “You didn’t bring me one?” I glared at her playfully, grasping her face between my hands.

  She giggled breathlessly. “I brought me. Is that okay instead?”

  My smile dropped, and my heart and monster looked at her like she was insane. “That’s all I need, sweet girl. Now take your fucking clothes off and go upstairs.”

  “Rough,” she whispered, like she was ashamed for wanting rough sex.

  She threw her sweater over her head and ran upstairs like a sex nymph.

  “Take the weekend off,” I told Kinny, who was watching from the basement alcove. I didn’t need her listening to us all weekend.

  She gave me a sinister glare. “How about I quit.”

  Even better. “Kinny. You know you’re an invaluable employee. I entrust my house to you. Don’t do that to me.”

  The line worked. She softened. “Fine. I’ll go spend some time in Samuel’s mansion with Nina.”

  I gave her a thumbs up, heading for the stairs.

  “Paid,” she called out.

  “Fine, whatever. Overtime if you want.” Just get the fuck out of here.

  I slammed my bedroom door after me, locked it, and then turned to find the most perfect heart wrenching, soul healing sight in front of me.

  Miya was stretched out on my bed naked. The snow from outside had created a silver glow in the room. It painted her, making her look ethereal. Her rich brown hair was splayed in my black sheets, blending into the darkness like she was embedded in my soul. Her usual pale skin had a hint of gold to it from the heat of spending summer in Vegas. Her heavy breasts were ripe with need. Her pink nipples were hard and peaking. Her chest moved under her heavy breathing. I caught her eyes. The blue in her gaze was made brighter from the silver light of snowfall. Her cheeks were the color of peaches. Her lips the color of strawberries. She wore no makeup, and she’d taken up to waxing her pussy. It was smooth, pale pink flesh. Her juices created an alluring sheen on her mound and lips. Her long legs were stretched out, one leg bent at the knee.

  I was looking at an angel. And for once, I didn’t want to rip her feathers off. I wanted to keep them intact, preen them—I wanted to keep this angel forever.

  But I was, and always would be, a monster. He wanted to turn her flesh red and make her body mine.

  The two men in me, the monster and the man, would always war. But the man had to win more often than he lost. For Miya. And for me.

  “Rough,” she reminded me, like she knew my monster was hungry for her goodness.

  I took my clothes off. “Condom?”

  She took her time thinking through that. “No.”

  My heart swelled, combatting the panic that single word instilled. No condom meant one thing. She would risk having my children. If I still could. But still, it was a risk. A risk that meant she planned on sticking around forever.

  She presented her hands to me, wrists pressed together. I stilled. “You’re sure?”

  She nodded. “Kinky sex is safe.”

  I grabbed a black silk tie I’d flung on the floor and set to binding her wrists. It was like tying an erotic bike. I bound it effortlessly. And then she was mine. I gave her a sinister smile. “You’re mine, Angel. How does that make you feel?”

  She licked her lips and held my gaze bravely. “Alive. Safe. Loved. Whole.”

  I growled and grabbed her bound wrists. I slammed them over her head and kept one hand on the tie, holding her hands over her head in place. I slipped between her thighs.

  I dipped my head and pressed a soft kiss to her lips that belied the tight grip I had on her hands. I was both now. Soft and hard. She mewled against my lips, soaking up my kiss. “I love you,” I whispered against her lips.

  She smiled against mine. “I know. Everything you’ve done proves that.”

  I hated how much that made pride shoot through my chest. “And everything I plan on doing will continue to prove that.”

  She kissed me in earnest until I tore my lips free and pressed them instead to her neck. I dug my grip into hers, pinning her hands in place. The harder I pressed, the more she shivered. I bit down on her pulse and it pounded harder. I kissed down her neck to her chest and then found myself at her perfect tits.

  “Keep your arms where they are. If you move them, I’ll turn your ass into a red handprint. Do you hear me, sweet angel?”

  She purred, rolling her hips. “Yes, Master.”

  “Just Jaxon, baby. Master’s gone.”

  She took a second to process that, and then her smile could light up the world. “Yes, Jaxon.”

  I wrapped my grip around both tits, kneading them and squeezing. Beneath me, she moaned, watching me as I brought my mouth down on her. I pulled a hard bud into my mouth and then sucked her hard. I sucked as hard as I could, soaking up her loud moans. Her bound grip broke the rules and landed in my hair and her fingers gripped me, adding a touch of pain to my pleasure.

  It was about balance now. Mixing pain and pleasure was a dangerous game but she and I had no choice but to play it.

  I bit down on her nipple, rolling the hardened bud between my teeth until it was swollen and elongated. It was pink and wet from my tongue. I couldn’t help myself and went down on her again, sucking and biting her nipple until she was whimpering.

  She knew she could stop me at any moment. We both suffered for her to know that. She didn’t stop me. Instead, she urged her other breast into my mouth. “Her turn,” she whispered.

  I gave that nipple the same attention. When I pulled back, her tits were heavy with need. Endowed with lust. Her nipples were a lovely shade of dark pink and so ripe, I wanted to cover them in my cum.

  I kissed down her flat stomach and spent a few minutes on her belly button before moving on to her pussy.

/>   I pushed her thighs apart as wide as they would go. But it wasn’t wide enough. “I want to tie your legs to the bed post.”

  She moaned, humping the air. A woman mad. “Do it.”

  I’d gotten rid of every toy I owned. I didn’t have any rope left. Having no choice, I plucked two ties from my closet and then walked back to her. I set them on the bed, unable to tear my gaze from her for long. I slipped her left ankle around a gray tie and then pulled until I fastened it to the end of the bed. I did the same to the right, and then I stared down at her. Her legs were wide open for me. Cunt bared to me. Arms above her head. Cheeks flushed the color of lust. Her lips were parted in longing. Her eyes, her fucking eyes were midnight blue with desire.

  “You are hands down the sexiest fucking temptress I’ve ever laid eyes on, my sweet angel.”

  She gazed up at me with naughty flames dancing in her eyes. “You remember how you took my virginity?”

  I nodded. “How could I forget?”

  “Rough, please.”

  I inhaled sharply. “You’re sure?”

  “Yes.” Her breath sped up.

  I wasted no time. “Stand. Go lie on my bed on the corner. Legs wide open, heels on the bed. You may stroke yourself while I wait, but do not enter yourself. Use this.” I handed her the small vibrator as I plucked the thin and heated condom from the pile that she’d chosen.

  I came out of the bathroom to find her as I’d requested. Naked body positioned on the corner of my bed. Her cunt was dripping. Her eyes were clouded by dark lust. The vibrator I’d given her to warm herself up with was massaging her clit.

  She looked down and I watched as she took in my body. The moment she was occupied, I rammed my cock into her. I buried my body on top of hers and sent my hips into her as deep and hard as I could get. I soaked up every single ounce of pain I gave her, and used the pleasure she felt to fuel mine. I didn’t stop, didn’t let the burning she was undoubtedly feeling in her tight virgin cunt to stop me.

  I let my monster out and he fucked her virgin pussy relentlessly.

  When I was done, she wasn’t a virgin anymore.

  She was mine.

  My nostrils flared as I recalled that moment. Blood and want turned my cock into stone. “You want it like that?”

  “Yes, please. But I want you there, too.”

  She meant this version of me. She wanted my demon and my human side to play with her soul and heart until they were as spent as I was going to make sure she was.

  “One thing’s different though, angel.” I placed my hands on either side of her head and let the tip of my cock drag up and down her slit. I paused and let the crown of my cock tease her tight opening.

  “What’s that?” She kissed my chin, my lips, cutting off my reply.

  She didn’t need a reply. She knew that everything was different. New. Hopeful. But it was still us. Dark and intoxicating.

  “Everything,” I whispered, and then I thrust myself into her as rough and deep as I could.

  Her mouth opened in a soundless gasp. Her eyes widened. Her open legs prevented her from closing them around me. I lost my head, sweat already gliding where our hips met. She was even tighter than I remembered. She was hot, wet heat fisting my cock. I hadn’t been inside her in two-and-a-half years. It was a homecoming. I closed my eyes and tried not to nut in her already.

  I wanted this to be good for her.

  “You feel so fucking good,” I hissed, pulling out of her slowly.

  “Jaxon,” she mewled.

  I loved the inebriated quality to her words. She was too far gone to form words. I wanted to make her drunker, choke her with intoxication.

  I eased out until the tip of my cock was still inside of her. I grabbed her arms and yanked them even further above her head. Pinned them there. Met her drunk eyes. And then I entered her so deep I felt her cervix open for me. She screamed out my name, barely getting it out before I did the same thing again.

  Her legs were tied, open, her arms were pinned. Her pussy was mine. Her heart hung over us both and dripped its love over as I fucked her with every single thing I had.

  I tried not to lose myself. I tried to fight to remain present. I wanted to be there for this. But it was too much. Her pussy was every good thing in the world wrapped in plush wet flesh. She felt so fucking good. I gave in for a second, and before I knew it, I was lost in the dark around my eyes, the lust dragging us both down.

  I worked my hips into her without rhythm, without a plan. I just had to be inside her. The few seconds I spent out before I reentered her was torture.

  I felt her orgasm take her under, but I was too far into heaven to pay attention. Her inner walls clamped down on me, fisting my dick from the inside. Her juices were so wet I could hear them as our bodies met. Pleasure pooled in my groin. I shoved my face in her neck and let her arms go. I wanted them around me.

  And when they came around me, her nails digging into my back, I released my cum into her, coming harder than I ever had before. She kissed the side of my face, licking at my sweat, whispering things in my ear that made my orgasm that much more intense.

  “Your cock feels so good inside of me. I love the feeling of your hot come filling my every inch. Yes, Jaxon! I’m coming again.”

  She came all over my dick a second time. My orgasm reached its peak and my mind gave up. I collapsed onto her and rode the wave of oblivion.

  Even my monster was sated.

  I reached behind us and untied her ankles.

  2. – Miya

  Sometimes it takes loving yourself to give yourself over to love. I never knew the emotion. Not growing up, not as a teen; not until I laid eyes on Jaxon Damon and my heart reacted to another human being. It wanted to tear through my chest and go to him. Hand itself over, beating and bloody.

  I did. And though Jaxon insisted he was ready to hold on to it, he wasn’t. He hadn’t even been ready to take care of his own heart, let alone mine. I’d been too naïve to realize that, giving him everything I had until nothing was left. That wasn’t love yet. That was infatuation. Love was piecing together what was left and loving every inch. It was holding on to your heart as he held on to his. Then we traded.

  Now his heart was mine.

  And mine had always been his.

  He shifted his weight on top of me. His thick cock was still buried to the hilt inside me. Shreds of my orgasm still filtered through my blood, and I shuddered around his length, moaning as best I could with my bones and mind turned to mush.

  My bound arms were slung across his back. I kneaded my fingertips into his sweat-slicked flesh. His scent overpowered me. Oak and spice mixed with sweat and sex. I took a deep breath and held it in my lungs, until every single part of me was full of him.

  I’d been back for less than an hour, an already I felt at home. “Fire Kinny.”

  He didn’t hesitate. “Consider it done.”

  She had a claim to him in her mind, I saw it in her eyes, and I refused to put up with it. I’d suffered through enough uncertainty and didn’t deserve an ounce more.

  “Should I take time off from work?” he asked, pressing lazy kisses to my jaw and neck.

  “Can you?”

  He thought it through. “I can take a couple weeks. Patrick Bender finished probation, so I’m not appointed by the court to uphold any appointments until November 12th.”

  Hearing him speak of work reminded me that I needed a job stat. “I missed you,” I whispered, the longing I felt clear in my voice. “So much it hurt to think about.”

  “Oh, Miya.” He kissed across my jaw and then peppered my face with kisses, ending by giving me a sweet and tempting kiss to my lips. I swore, his tongue tasted like sin still. He was rough and gentle. He kissed sweet and tasted bad. I loved the combination of good and evil swirling around him.

  It made me love myself more. I was a little of both now.

  “Why? Did you want to go somewhere?” I wondered, letting my head fall back so his lips could continue thei
r journey.

  He nipped at my jaw, and I knew he’d leave a mark. “I want to take you away.”

  “Where?”

  “It’s a surprise.”

  He found my lips and kissed me so incredibly deep, I felt my clit pulse. He was still inside of me, and I jerked my hips. “Get on your back.” I shoved at his shoulders.

  He clasped an arm around my waist and rolled us over, so he was on his back and I was on top of him. My wrists were still bound. Being on top of him had forced him to sink even deeper into me. My inner muscles weren’t used to being this full anymore. I burned and stretched to take him, already sore from how deep he’d fucked me.

  I missed the soreness. The feeling of being too tight for him. Of him being too big for me. He’d stretch me, and I’d make room. That’s how this relationship had to go.

  He took hold of my bound wrists and met my eyes as I rode him nice and slow. His cock brushed right over my favorite spot, and I could cry because of how good it felt to be with him like this again. I let my head fall back and worked his thickness into me and out, creating a perfect rhythm.

  It shocked me how easily it was to forget the past couple years. They’d been for me and no one else. Leaving him for two and a half years was imperative. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have this. If I’d never left, I never would have remembered why I stayed. We would have imploded.