Page 11 of Dark Notes, Volume Two

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“Punished for which part?”

“Both. Nobody calls this stunning body that’s mine fat. I wouldn’t tolerate it from anyone else, and I won’t from you either.”

She drops her gaze to the floor and speaks so low it’s nearly inaudible.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. Do you think I like feeling like this about myself?”

I wind her long blond hair around my fist and pull her head back, forcing her gaze onto mine.

“You. Are. Not. Fucking. Fat.”

More tears fall down her cheeks as her breathing gets heavier and, fuck, maybe I am an asshole because a thrill runs down my spine.

“Tell me you’re fat again and I will take my belt to your ass,” I growl out.

Mia stares at me, her eyes filling with excitement instead of terror.

“I’m fat. Get your belt. Hurt me, Jett. Make me feel again.”

We all have demons. No one is exempt from pain, but this is the first time I’ve seen how much she hurts. I’m no expert, but I’d bet money that it goes deeper than the weight on her body.

Releasing her, I say, “Take your panties off. Stand beside the bed and bend over, legs spread.”

Much to my surprise, the usually sassy Mia does what she’s told.

I grab my belt from my pants and walk over to her. For a long few minutes, I stare at her beautiful ass. It’s full, but unlike what she seems to think, it’s not fat. It’s the sexiest ass I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I promise myself one day I’ll fuck her there. She shivers as I run the leather across her backside.

“Have you let other men do this to you, Angel?”

“Let?” she bites before adding, “No, Jett. I didn’t let anyone, but yes, I’ve been hit before. That’s what makes this so fucked up. Yet, I want it anyway.”

Someone fucking hurt her, and I will find out who it is, but for now I’ll give her what she needs.

“Tell me to stop, and I will.”

I want to punish her. The need to hurt her is strong. Not because she called herself fat, even though that ‌really pisses me off. But for letting that asshole she dated two years ago touch her. I stare at her bare ass as I remember watching Jesse paw her while he tried to fucking choke her with his tongue. She was always supposed to be mine.

I lift the belt and strike her skin as I allow the sound of her whimpers to ease my own pain. The red mark on her pale flesh is instant, but it’s not enough. I need more.

I hit her again, and the sound of the leather slapping against her skin does something to me. It’s intoxicating as I listen to her whimpers mixing with heavy breaths. Hurting her shouldn’t please me the way it does. She bucks her hips up as she digs her nails into the sheets, and a loud noise escapes from her that speaks directly to my cock.

“Do you want me to stop, Angel?”

“No, please don’t stop,” she cries out. The realization hits me as she begs me for more—She’s damaged. Just like me. Maybe not to the degree of putting poison in her veins, but she needs pain to deal with pain. It’s fucked up and beautiful at the same time. I whip her beautiful ass three more times before dropping my belt. Leaning forward, I kiss all the spots where I hit her, and her sobs turn into moans. Fucking exquisite.

“On the bed, on all fours. Legs spread,” I demand.

Do I love the way she immediately does as she’s told? I really fucking do. I spread her ass cheeks and notice how wet she is for me. I groan at the sight I’ve imagined millions of times. I push my face against her pussy and inhale her scent, and she pushes her cunt against my lips with a desperate little moan.

“Such a needy little slut. Are you going to be a good girl and drench my face?”

“Yes,” she cries, “Please, Jett.”

I push my tongue inside her pussy and lap up the sweetness, but it’s not enough. Tasting her only makes me want more. I want to fucking devour her.

Pulling my tongue out of her, I grab her waist and flip her to her back, and swipe my tongue over her clit. When she wraps her legs around my head, I know I’ve got two addictions now. Heroin and her. One is deadly and life destroying. The other is beautiful, heavenly, her essence breathing life into me.. She was right, I’m a junkie. I’ll never get enough of her, and I’ll do almost anything to keep her.

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