Page 57 of Where the Dark Knelt (Worshipped by Darkness #1)

Chapter Thirty One

Desmond

A few months later.

It had been a few months since Eveline gave up her life as a nun, and honestly, I couldn’t be happier.

We lived in my mansion now, yes, mansion.

Years of championship winnings, combined with…

other earnings, funded it. Souls, money, power — the trifecta of a demon’s life.

People came to me for their deepest desires, and in the end, I took their souls as payment.

Harsh? Maybe. But this world didn’t run on satisfaction or goodness. It ran on cold, hard currency.

For the first few days after she moved in, we barely left our special room.

Day and night, we explored each other, discovering every secret hidden beneath skin and bone.

After all those years she’d denied herself sex, it was like she was determined to make up for lost time in mere days.

And god or rather hell she succeeded. She was feral! My own little beast.

I had never had so much sex in my entire life.

Not even back in my younger days in hell, when lust was as common as breathing.

But with Eveline… it wasn’t just about release.

It was about obsession, about possession.

She drove me insane with want. The desire between us only burned hotter as the days passed.

Today was no exception.

She had insisted I hang her from the ceiling with my shibari ropes.

Her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink even before I began, her breaths coming out in quick, heated gasps as I secured each knot around her body.

When I finally lifted her into the air, her stomach facing down toward the floor, her back arched beautifully under the tension of the ropes.

She was mine. Completely.

I ran my fingers over the red ropes framing her breasts, admiring how they pressed into her delicate skin. Then I picked up a soft feather and dragged it along the soles of her feet, which were raised high and vulnerable in the position.

She was already dripping.

Her pussy glistened under the dim lights of our room, each tiny movement of the feather making her hips twitch in helpless need.

My cock throbbed painfully at the sight, hard and aching to the point of near agony.

She was a masterpiece like this, her body hanging there, trembling, every inch of her exposed and under my control.

I squeezed my shaft at the base, groaning as it pulsed in my grip, impossibly hard and heavy. The thought crossed my mind, how her pale, flushed skin was like a blank canvas I could paint my desire across, mark her until every inch screamed mine.

I guided my tip to her folds, sliding it slowly over her wetness. She squealed, jerking against the ropes, a sweet, desperate moan escaping her lips.

“Mmm…”

I chuckled darkly. “What is it, love? Can’t wait anymore?”

She panted heavily, the ropes creaking softly with every shiver of her body. “No… keep playing… master.” Her voice was ragged with lust, surrender, and anticipation.

I smirked, pressing my cockhead teasingly against her entrance but not pushing in yet. “As you wish,” I whispered, my voice low and filled with a promise of sinful pleasure.

She gave me a command, even though I was the one in charge today. But hell… that bratty attitude of hers never failed to drive me insane. It was insanely sexy, the way she still challenged me despite giving herself over completely.

I smirked, running the head of my cock along her ribs, teasing her sensitive skin, before gliding down to circle her hardened nipples with my shaft. She jerked against the ropes, eyes fluttering shut, her lips parting in a breathless moan.

“Hmm… do you like that?” I asked, my voice low and mocking.

“Yes…” she exhaled softly, and a dark idea sparked in my mind.

If she wanted to play, then I would give her a game she wouldn’t forget.

Turning to the wall lined with toys of every shape and purpose, my eyes fell on the dildo — the very same one I gave her before.

I grabbed it without hesitation, my cock twitching at the thought forming in my head.

She watched me with wide, eager eyes, her lips wet and parted in anticipation. God, she looked so desperate for me. So divine. I coated the dildo generously with lube and stalked back to her, relishing the way she licked her lips with impatience.

“My girl…” I whispered darkly, pressing the tip against her soaked entrance before pushing it in slowly.

“Desmond!” she cried out my name with a guttural moan that made my cock pulse and shoot a thick bead of pre-cum. I collected it with my index finger and stepped in front of her.

“Open your mouth.”

She obeyed instantly, and I slipped my finger in. Her tongue swirled around it sweetly as she moaned, sending another hot rush of blood straight to my cock.

“Good girl,” I growled, returning behind her. The dildo was only halfway in, her pussy clenching around it greedily. I turned on the vibration and watched in fascination as her juices leaked out, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor beneath her.

Once the dildo was buried fully inside, she let out a long, shaky moan. My cock twitched again, dripping with anticipation for my needy little baby.

“Oh shit, Desmond… you want to kill me…” she panted out, trembling in the ropes.

“No, babe,” I purred darkly, leaning close to her ear, “I just want to leave you breathless, with my name on your lips as the last thing you ever scream. Not a safe word. My name. Understood?”

She gasped sharply, her whole body shivering. I slapped her cheek lightly, and in that moment of stunned obedience, I shoved the head of my cock into her hot, wet mouth. She moaned in approval, her tongue instantly swirling around my tip in tight, eager circles.

“Mmm… that’s it,” I growled, pushing deeper into her mouth.

With a quick flick of my phone, I increased the vibration of the dildo inside her.

Her loud moans vibrated around my cock, making me groan deeply as I pushed into her throat.

Her mouth was so small compared to my size that I couldn’t fit fully, but I fucked her mouth as deeply as I could, her eyes rolling back with each thrust.

“Moan louder, little sinner…” I commanded.

She obeyed, her muffled cries sending shivers down my spine. My hand stroked my shaft as I moved, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to be buried deep inside her.

I pulled out of her mouth abruptly. A string of saliva connected us, hanging between her lips and my cock like a spider’s silk before breaking and dripping down her chin.

She let out a needy, frustrated whine, her entire body trembling with desire.

Lubricant and her own juices were dripping down her stomach, pooling onto the floor beneath her.

Fuck, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I grabbed an anal plug with a diamond tip and coated it with strawberry-scented lube. Slowly, I pressed it into her tight little hole.

Her moan was so deep and desperate that her legs shook in the ropes. Her pussy clenched around the dildo, still vibrating inside her, as her body writhed with overstimulated pleasure.

Once the plug was fully seated inside her, I pulled the dildo out of her pussy and shoved it back in with force, making her sob out another broken moan.

Then I pulled it out again and replaced it with my cock, thrusting into her with a feral groan.

“Oh, Eveline… damn… you’re so fucking good…” I hissed, gripping her hips as I began to pound into her tight, soaked cunt. The room filled with the lewd sounds of skin slapping and her high, desperate moans.

“Harder… faster…” she cried out, her voice ragged with need.

I lost all control. My thrusts grew erratic, brutal, as I felt my climax building with each drag of her walls around me.

“Oh shit, love… I…”

“Me too…” she moaned back, her body trembling violently.

“Together,” I growled, slamming into her a final few times before we both came. Her walls clenched around me, milking every drop of my hot, thick release as I poured into her. For her, it was her third orgasm, but judging by the way she collapsed in the ropes, it was the longest, most intense yet.

I thrust into her a few more times, burying my cum deep inside her, before pulling out and slowly untying each knot. I kissed every place the rope had marked, watching her flushed cheeks turn an even deeper shade of pink.

My cock was already hard again, just from looking at her beautiful, exhausted body.

“I own you now, ashpetal,” I whispered with a smirk.

“Yes, you do, master,” she replied breathlessly, then winked at me. “But only my body.”

She kissed me softly, her lips still trembling from her orgasms, before she slipped away, her bare ass swaying as she left the room.

I watched her walk to the kitchen, her legs still shaking slightly as she went to cook us lunch. We had spent the entire morning playing in our room. I couldn’t help but smile.

“What a woman…” I muttered under my breath. “The damn devil himself would envy me.”

I followed her like a loyal dog, my eyes locked on her every move. She was everything to me — my ashpetal, my love, my passion, my little plaything.

My bad girl who only ever wanted to be good… for me.

In the evening, I invited her for a bike ride in the mountains, but I had secretly prepared a romantic picnic under the stars for her at the top.

I was sure she’d be delighted with it all.

Of course, she dressed completely sexy instead of wearing bike riding clothes, not that I minded.

The bike was like an extension of me, and she treated clothes as lightly as air, knowing exactly what she was doing to me.