I climb on top of Vance and immediately slide his length into me. It fills me up and both of us gasp at how good it feels. I spend the next few minutes grinding on top of him, working my hips back and forth, making sure my clit gets all the attention. Vance tries to place his hands under my ass and lift me up so I can stroke his cock more with my pussy, but I plan on reaching my orgasm before he reaches his, so I keep grinding, determined to be annihilated by an orgasm. I rock back and forth, working hard for the both of us, but over time, the familiar feeling of darkness comes to life.

More. I need more. My pain is pleasure. Hurt me.

My darkness rears its head, whispering to me what it wants. Grinding on Vance’s dick isn’t enough for it. It craves what Ava had. It screams in my ear to give it something to soothe it, threatening to take total control if I don't obey, and I can’t afford that. If I let the darkness have its way with me, I don't know if I’ll ever be able to regain control again. It’ll own me forever, so I have no choice but to do as it commands.

“Choke me,” I whisper, still moving my hips as my orgasm builds up, climbing closer and closer.

Yes. Give me control.

“What?” Vance says back.

“Fucking choke me, Vance,” I command, but it’s not me talking. I’m listening to the voice of my darkness. “Put your hand on my neck and fucking squeeze. I’m so close to coming. Do it. Give me what I want.”

I close my eyes and focus on working my way toward my destination, but even with my eyes shut I can sense Vance’s hesitation as I let the darkness take temporary control. He takes a moment to gather himself, probably thinking about how I’ve never asked him to do this before, but I eventually feel his hand grip my neck. He squeezes gently, as if he thinks I’ll die if he puts a little effort into it, so I wrap my fingers around his and squeeze his hand with mine. It works better than what he was doing, but not enough.

I don't want to say anything else. I can’t show him more, but the darkness wants so much more. Vance’s hand is there, but it’s not doing anything, and I’m not satisfied because it’s too weak. I don't want to be able to breathe. I want my throat squeezed until it bruises. The darkness demands pain, and I feel myself fading away to let its desires take over. It speaks for me again, and I’m shocked by its words.