10. Derek’s Destiny
DISCLAIMER: The following chapter features an explicit sex scene that includes elements of edgeplay and brat taming. Reader discretion is advised.Edgeplay and Brat Taming are specific kinks within the BDSM community.Edgeplay involves bringing someone close to the brink of orgasm repeatedly without allowing them to climax immediately, heightening anticipation and pleasure.Brat Taming is a dynamic where one partner, the "brat," playfully defies or challenges their dominant partner, who then "tames" or disciplines them in a consensual and controlled manner.Both kinks focus on power dynamics and require clear communication, trust, and consent between partners.DEREK
After that stunt she pulled with Johnathon, Destiny knew she was in trouble. It took everything in me to sit through that meeting over the bullshit Johnathon’s daddy started. Acting like he didn’t use to sell me weed under the bleachers in high school when he wasn’t too busy turning tricks. I might as well have run his bitch-ass son over for real, considering all the headache he was causing me and my woman.
And her? I still couldn’t believe Destiny had the nerve to meet up with Johnathon, ignoring my phone calls so she could go do it. And who knows if she would have even told me about it if Eden hadn’t given me the drop on where she was. Then she had the audacity to question me about getting back with E’Lana?
This girl was acting out, testing me like I was some nobody. Destiny was obviously a brat that needed taming, and I was the right one to do it.
The ride home was silent, tension thick enough to cut with a knife. As soon as we stepped inside, I was on her ass, the front door barely clicking shut before I had her cornered against the wall, my eyes burning into hers.
“Derek, I—” she started, her voice shaky.
But I wasn’t trying to hear it. I cut her off, my hand wrapping around her neck, fingers pressing just enough to make her breath hitch. I leaned in, my tongue tracing the curve of her throat, hungry for her, fucking starving since she didn’t give me any for almost two days now.
“What was that you said about me getting with somebody else after the Jubilee is over?” I growled against her skin, my breath hot in her ear.
“Nothing,” she lied, her voice barely above a whisper, her body betraying her as she arched into me.
“Sounded like something to me,” I shot back, pulling back just enough to look her dead in the eyes. “Sounded like the love of my life doubting what we have. Sounded like my woman questioning me, questioning us.”
She bit her lip, trying to hold back, but I saw right through her. The doubt, the insecurity. It pissed me off and turned me on at the same time. She needed to be reminded, needed to know who she belonged to, who would go to war for her, die for her, who put his world on pause to come home and get her.
I locked my eyes on hers, my grip tightening just enough to make her breath hitch, to remind her of the control I had, the power she willingly gave me.
“You really think I’d ever leave you for some other chick?” I asked, my voice low, rough, almost daring her to challenge me.
Her eyes widened, that familiar look of fear and desire flashing through them. She knew I wasn’t playing around.
“After everything we’ve been through, after all the shit I’ve done to get back to you, Princess?” I growled, my hand slipping down to cup her chin, forcing her to look at me, to see the fire burning in my eyes. “You think I’d throw that away? For what? Somebody who ain’t you? Nah, baby, that’s not how I roll.”
I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I spoke, each word dripping with intensity. “I’ve been begging, pleading, doing everything in my power to show you that you’re it for me. The one. The only. And you still doubt me?”
“No… I… I just—” she stammered, her hands grabbing at my arms, like she was torn between pushing me away and pulling me closer.
“Just what, Des? You think I’m playing with you? You think what we got is a joke?” I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against hers, teasing, taunting. “You need to be reminded of who you are to me? Of what you mean to me?”
Her eyes fluttered closed, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. “Derek…”
“Say it,” I demanded, my voice low and commanding. “Tell me what I want to hear.”
She swallowed hard, her eyes opening to meet mine, filled with a mix of fear and desire. “I’m yours, Derek. Only yours.”
“Damn right,” I whispered before capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, claiming her the way only I could. “And I’m gonna make sure you never forget that again.”
Destiny swallowed hard, the defiance slowly draining from her eyes. She knew she had pushed me too far this time. This was a line she wouldn’t dare cross again.
“And that shit you pulled with ol' boy today…” I couldn’t even bring myself to say his name; it tasted too bitter on my tongue.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice small, eyes big and doe-like, trying to soften me up.
I pulled her in tight, my grip firm on her waist, dragging her body against mine so there was no space left between us. She gasped as I leaned in, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble.
“I know you are,” I whispered, my words laced with a mix of heat and warning. “But you’re about to find out what happens when you cross me, Princess.”
My hand slid down, claiming her with a possessive grip, my fingers tracing the curve of her hips before gripping her ass cheeks in each hand.
“You think you can say and do whatever you want and get away with it?” I growled, my voice thick with the need to remind her who she belonged to. “Nah, not tonight.”
I pulled her even closer, our bodies locked together in a dance of dominance and surrender.
"You’re about to find out what it means to be mine," I said, my voice thick with desire. "I’m about to show you exactly who’s running this."
Her body trembled in my arms. I could feel her pulse quicken, her heart racing in anticipation of what was to come. She was mine, every inch of her, and tonight she was going to remember that.
“Now, Destiny,” I said, my voice softening just a touch, laced with a dangerous promise. “You’re going to take everything I give you, and by the end of this, you’ll know exactly who you belong to.”
I slid my hand down in front of her, claiming her in a way that left no doubt—this wasn’t just about punishment. This was about reminding her that she was my world, and I wasn’t about to let her forget it.
Destiny’s legs damn near buckled, and a wicked grin spread across my face as I thought about all the ways I was going to remind her of her place tonight. She was going to feel every ounce of my frustration, and by the end, she was going to feel so damn good she’d forget why she ever doubted me.
“By the time I get in that room,” I continued, my voice dropping to a low, “you better have one of those ugly-ass nightgowns on, no panties, and be on your knees, waiting for your man.”
“Okay,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she swallowed hard, eyes wide with anticipation.
“Matter of fact,” I added, “put on that zebra print one. I’m feeling a little wild tonight.” My eyes locked onto hers, anger and raw desire swirling in the depths.
She hesitated, a flicker of resistance that she quickly realized wouldn’t fly.
“Go!” I roared, my voice cutting through the tension in the room, leaving no room for doubt.
Destiny didn’t waste a second. She jetted to the bedroom, her hurried steps echoing in the small space. A satisfied grin spread across my face as I watched her go, knowing she was trusting me completely, letting me take her exactly how I wanted tonight.
“Getting on my last nerve,” I muttered under my breath, ripping my shirt off and throwing it to the ground like it offended me. I unlaced my Jays with quick, irritated movements, kicking them off as I made my way to the kitchen, my jeans left in a careless heap behind me. Now down to just my boxers and that platinum and diamond chain that always hung around my neck, I grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge. Destiny wasn’t leaving that room once I got in there. Not for a damn thing. She was about to learn a hard lesson tonight, but I wasn’t about to let her forget who was taking care of her, even when I was showing her who’s boss. Comfort and hydration—she’d need both by the time I was done.
This morning, I thought we’d be having some makeup sex. But after everything that went down, it was about to be something else entirely. Nate was definitely getting called tonight, and if he had any sense, he’d keep his ass far away from here.
I stormed down the hallway, my steps heavy with need. Destiny was about to learn, in no uncertain terms, that crossing me came with serious consequences.
When I pushed the bedroom door open, there she was—face down, ass up in that damn zebra print nightgown. I don’t know what it was about those short gowns, but they turned me on every damn time. My dick was straining against my boxers as I placed the water bottles on the nightstand. Our eyes met, and hers were a mix of desire and curiosity, like she was both afraid and excited to see what was coming next.
We’d never taken it this far before, but she’d never pushed me to this point either. Today, she played with fire, and she was about to feel the heat.
I pulled the back of the dress up, exposing her bare ass, and smiled. She’d done what she was told. “Look at you being a good girl,” I taunted.
She didn’t say anything, just closed her eyes, almost as if she was trying to summon some patience. I could already smell her arousal.
“And that’s why I can’t understand your mindset today, Princess. Ignoring my calls, going to see your ex, talking to him, accusing me of leaving you in the future to be with E’Lana…it just seems crazy to me,” I said, dropping to my knees next to the bed to be eye to eye with her. “You pushed every button, tested every limit. And now, you’re gonna learn what happens when you do.”
“Derek—”
“What’s your safe word?” I interrupted, my tone firm.
She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again. “Peony,” she said softly, her voice trembling slightly. Her favorite flower. Cute.
“Peony it is,” I smirked, feeling a surge of power and control. I stood up, towering over her, ready to show her exactly what happens when she pushes me too far.
I ran my hand down her back, tracing the delicate curve of her spine, feeling the shiver ripple through her body as my fingers traveled lower. The air was thick with tension, the kind that only comes when boundaries are about to be pushed, when lines are about to be crossed. I leaned in close, my lips brushing against her ear. "We spent a lot of time apart, Destiny. But tonight? You’re gonna learn what it means when you step outta line, when you forget what this is between us."
Her breath hitched, and I could feel the tension in her body, a mix of anticipation and a hint of fear. "Yes, Derek," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but I could hear the surrender in it, the readiness to face whatever I was about to bring.
I nodded, my voice dropping low, rough with the intensity of the moment. "I'm gonna be spanking you for all the shit you pulled today. It’s called brat taming, Princess. It’s about teaching you who’s in charge, making sure you remember that I’m the one you answer to. But I need your consent, Destiny. I need to know you’re in this with me, that you trust me to take care of you, even when I’m punishing you."
Her breath came in short, rapid gasps, the weight of my words sinking in. She nodded, her voice shaking but determined. "I trust you, Derek. I give you my consent."
"Good," I said, my hand resting firmly on her lower back, grounding us both. "Remember, Peony. If it gets too much, just say it. But until then? You're mine to tame."
She nodded again, her body trembling slightly, not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of the moment. She was ready, and so was I. Tonight, she was going to learn exactly what it meant to be mine.
I reached for the hem of the zebra nightgown, slowly pulling it up, exposing her bare skin. “Like I said earlier, this ass is mine,” I taunted, my hand sliding down to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze.
“Derek, please,” she begged, her voice shaky.
“Please what, Princess?” I asked, leaning in close to her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “Please stop? Please continue? What do you want?”
“Please… continue,” she whispered, her voice filled with need.
I smiled, satisfied with her response. “That’s what I thought.”
I moved behind her, positioning myself so I could see every reaction, every expression. I wanted to make sure she felt every bit of my frustration, every ounce of my need to dominate her.
I slapped her ass, the sound echoing in the room, making her gasp. “Count,” I ordered.
“One,” she said, her voice trembling.
I slapped her again, harder this time. “Louder.”
“Two!” she cried out, her body tensing.
I continued, each slap making her wetter, each number a testament to her obedience as I learned just how much she liked being spanked. No Peony. By the time I reached ten, her skin was red, her body shaking with anticipation.
I leaned in, my hand gently caressing the tender skin. “You did well, Princess. Now, for the real lesson.”
I positioned myself behind her, pulling her hips up with a firm, possessive grip, aligning us perfectly. The way her body responded, every curve melting into my hands, ignited something primal in me. I slid my hand between her thighs, fingers grazing her soaked folds, feeling her pulse with need.
“You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?” I whispered, my voice thick with hunger.
“Yes, Derek,” she moaned, her words dripping with desperation, her body instinctively pressing back against me, craving me, needing me.
I bent down, my breath hot against her as I planted slow, deliberate kisses on her soaked petals from behind. She was still trembling from the spanking, her arousal slick and undeniable.
“You love being spanked, huh, Princess?” I growled, my lips brushing against her sensitive skin.
“Yes,” she whimpered, her voice small, vulnerable, but filled with longing.
"You love it when I take control, don’t you? Admit it,” I demanded, my tone dark and commanding, wanting to hear her say it, needing her to surrender completely.
"I love it when you take control… show me who I belong to,” she confessed, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire, knowing she was at my mercy and loving every second of it.
Her words sent a shiver down my spine, fueling the fire inside me. I gripped her hips tighter, letting her know without a doubt that she was mine.
“That’s right, Princess,” I murmured, my voice low and rough. “I’m gonna take you apart piece by piece, and then put you back together, exactly how I want.”
I didn’t waste another second. I straightened up and with a slow, deliberate thrust, I entered her, savoring every inch as I stretched her out, feeling her tightness grip me like a vice. She gasped, her back arching, hands clawing at the sheets like she was trying to find some anchor in the storm we were creating. I took my time, going painstakingly slow, each thrust deep and deliberate, grinding into her, making sure she felt every inch, every ounce of my desire for her.
Her moans filled the room, the sound of her pleasure only fueled my need to push her further, to make her feel everything I was feeling. This wasn’t just about us coming together; it was about reminding her who she belonged to, who she’d always belong to.
As I moved inside her, I leaned down, my chest pressing against her back, my lips brushing against her ear. "You feel that, Destiny?" I whispered, my voice low and rough with emotion. "You feel how I fill you up? How I stretch you out? That’s me. All of me. And it’s yours."
“Take what’s yours…I’m all yours.” she whimpered in response, her body trembling beneath me, her grip on the sheets tightening.
"Nobody else can do this to you," I continued, my words punctuated by slow, deep thrusts. "Nobody else can make you feel this way. You’re mine, Destiny. Always have been, always will be."
She moaned, her breath hitching as I pushed deeper, my hand sliding up her spine, fingers tangling in her hair.
"Say it," I demanded softly, pulling her head back slightly so I could see her face. "Say you're mine."
"I’m yours, Derek," she gasped, her voice barely audible, filled with raw need.
"Damn right you are," I growled, satisfaction surging through me. "And I’m yours. Every part of me. No one else, just you."
Her eyes fluttered closed as she bit her lip, trying to hold back the sounds of ecstasy that threatened to spill out. I wasn’t having that. I wanted to hear everything.
"Don’t hold back on me, Princess," I murmured, my voice like a dark promise. "I want to hear how good I make you feel."
She let out a shaky breath, her body surrendering to the rhythm I set, her moans filling the room. I kissed her shoulder, then the side of her neck, never letting up, never giving her a moment to doubt who she belonged to.
“I’ll do anything for you…just keep making me feel like this.”, she cried.
Feeling her words wash over me, a surge of possessiveness and desire took over. I gripped her hips tighter, the gentleness from before slipping away as I picked up the pace, driving into her with a fierce, relentless rhythm. Each thrust was deeper, harder, our bodies colliding with a raw intensity that echoed through the room.
“Derek,” she cried out, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and desperation, her fingers gripping the sheets like they were the only thing keeping her tethered to reality as I pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
“You like that, don’t you?” I growled, my breath hot against her ear, my voice thick with authority. “You love when I take you like this, when I remind you who you belong to.”
“Yes,” she gasped, her voice breaking, her body arching to meet every thrust with a hunger that matched mine. “Make me scream your name… I want everyone to know who I belong to. Don’t hold back, Derek… I need all of you, right now.”
“I own this pussy, baby?” I demanded, driving into her harder.
“Yes,” she whined, the word barely a whisper as she surrendered completely. “I want to feel you everywhere… fill me up.”
I chuckled, a dark sound filled with satisfaction. “You’re liking this punishment a little too much, Des.”
“I’m yours to punish,” she murmured into the mattress, her voice filled with a raw need that sent a jolt of electricity through me.
I felt her tighten around me, her body coiling with anticipation, and I knew she was close. I angled my hips, hitting that spot inside her that made her lose control, my pace relentless. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, her back arching as she pushed back against me, desperate for release.
"That’s it, baby," I growled, my voice a low rumble in the dim light. "This is what happens when you push me too far." With that, I picked up the pace, thrusting into her with a punishing rhythm, each stroke harder, deeper, designed to make her remember who she belonged to. "Remember that."
All she could do was moan, her body trembling beneath me, every inch of her lost in the heady mix of pleasure and pain I was delivering. She was on the edge, teetering between heaven and hell, and I was the one controlling whether she’d fall or fly.
I didn’t rush it. I took my time, driving her right to the brink, making sure she felt every second, every thrust that seemed to reach deeper into her soul. Her body was starting to quiver, her breathing ragged, the telltale signs that she was about to break.
“I’m…I’m right there, Derek…” she gasped, her voice trembling, every word dripping with desperation. “Oh God…baby, I’m so…”
Her breath hitched, her body trembling uncontrollably, the intensity of what she was feeling almost too much to bear. She was right on the edge, every nerve on fire, her mind barely holding on as she waited for that final push, the one only I could give her.
But just as she was about to tip over that edge, I pulled out, leaving her gasping, empty, desperate as she collapsed on to the bed.
"Oh my God!" she cried, her voice thick with frustration and desperation, looking back at me with wide, disbelieving eyes. "Are you serious? Why would you do that?"
I smirked, watching her squirm, her body shaking with the need for release. "I told you, Princess," I taunted, my voice low and teasing as I leaned in closer and laid a slap on her ass. "You’re being punished tonight. You don’t cum until I say so."
Her eyes widened, disbelief and longing making her look even more beautiful in that moment. I could see the internal battle she was waging—her defiance warring with her need. And I loved every second of it.
"Derek, please…just let me have it, please… I’m yours."
"You’ve got to earn that nut tonight," I whispered, my breath hot against her ear as I leaned in, my hands gripping her hips. "Show me how bad you want it, Princess. Prove to me you’ve learned your lesson."
"I get it now, Derek… I won’t ever doubt you again. I promise, I’ve learned my lesson."
I shook my head, my grin widening as I locked eyes with her. "I can see it in your eyes, you still got doubts about us. We’re not finished until they’re gone."
I ran my hand down her back, feeling her shiver under my touch. I traced the curve of her ass and spanked her again. I moved away from her, sitting back on my heels, watching her as she lay there, her body tense with need.
“Turn around, get up and look at me,” I ordered.
She did as I commanded, her eyes burning with both desire and frustration. The desperation in her gaze was palpable, every inch of her screaming for release, but I wasn’t ready to give her what she wanted—not just yet.
“Poor baby. You want it that bad, huh?” I asked, my voice softening just a touch, letting her think she was getting through to me.
“Yes, Derek,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “Please. I’m sorry for everything. Just please…”
I leaned in close, my lips brushing against her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “You’re saying the right words, but your body’s telling me you still need more.”
Her breath hitched, her body trembling with a mix of anticipation and frustration. “I’m at your mercy… do whatever you want with me. Just please, let me finish.”
I smiled, savoring the power I held over her. "I love it when you’re like this… desperate for me, willing to do anything to feel me again.”
She looked up at me with those doe eyes, trying to play on my sympathy, but I wasn’t about to let that sway me tonight. Not after the day we’d had.
“I’ve learned my lesson, Derek,” she promised, her voice trembling with sincerity, trying to reach that part of me that might have gone easy on her.
But I wasn’t about to let her off that easy. I pulled back slightly, my gaze locking onto hers, searching those eyes for the truth she claimed to hold.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” I said, my voice firm, leaving no room for doubt. “Now, get on your knees and show me.”
A flicker of disappointment crossed her face, the realization that I wasn’t going to give her what she craved—not yet. But behind that disappointment, I saw a spark of excitement, a desire to prove herself to me, to show that she could earn her redemption. She moved quickly, eager to please, positioning herself in front of me as I stood next to the bed, my growing hardness dripping with anticipation, slick with her essence.
I reached down, grabbing her chin, forcing her to look up at me. Those eyes, filled with a mix of fear, excitement, and raw desire, locked onto mine.
“You know what to do,” I growled, my voice low and commanding, daring her to prove she was ready for what came next.
She nodded, her hands reaching for me, her mouth opening to take me in. I watched her, feeling a surge of power and control as she obeyed my every command, her mouth working me, her eyes never leaving mine as my length moved in and out of her mouth.
"Fuck, Destiny!" I growled, watching her put on the performance of a lifetime, the sounds of her slurps and gagging filling the room as I hit the back of her throat. "Breathe through your nose, baby," I coached her, knowing I was a lot to handle but she was taking it like a champ, like she had a point to prove.
I closed my eyes, the pads of my fingers digging deeper into her scalp, trying to ground myself in the moment. I was damn near crying from how good it felt, the way her touch eased the tension that had been building inside me. I still couldn’t believe this was real—that she was really back in my arms, back in my life. Every morning, I woke up and just stared at her, thankful for another chance with the woman I’d never stopped loving.
But all this bullshit with Johnathon, and her thinking I still had feelings for E’Lana—that shit cut deep. I didn’t want anyone but my Destiny. I needed her to understand that, to feel it in her bones that I was here for her, and only her. The thought of her running to her ex, thinking she had to fix things on her own, like I wasn’t right here, ready to fight her battles, it ate at me.
As much as we were playing right now, I knew the truth—Destiny was the one with all the power. And all I wanted was for her to see that, to know that she could use me up, that I was here to give her everything, anything she needed. Because without her, none of this meant a damn thing.
Before I knew it, my eyes snapped open, realizing I was right on the edge myself. But I wasn’t about to give in just yet. I wanted to draw this out, to torture us both with the tension, to keep that control. When I pulled away, she gasped for air, my hands still tangled in her hair, her face a beautiful mess.
“Nope, you don’t get that reward either,” I smirked, using my thumbs to wipe the tears and spit from her face. I could see it in her eyes—she was on the verge of breaking, and for a moment, I almost felt bad. Almost.
“I’m sorry, Destiny,” I murmured, my voice softening as I pressed a trail of kisses along her skin, laying her down gently. “But you made me do this.”
“I don’t wanna fight anymore,” she whimpered, her voice so small, so fragile. “I’m sorry for what I did.”
Her words hit me hard, cutting through the heat of the moment and right to my heart. Seeing her like this, so vulnerable, so apologetic, it made me realize how deep we’d gotten, how much we both needed this to work. I brushed a thumb over her trembling lips, kissing her tenderly, trying to pour all the love and reassurance I had into that one moment.
“I know, baby,” I whispered, pulling her closer, my heart aching with the need to comfort her, to make her feel safe again. “We’re done fighting, okay? I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”
Destiny looked up at me, her eyes glistening with tears, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Please, Derek... I need you. I can't take it anymore, I need you to finish this. Please, baby, don't make me wait any longer... I'll do anything, just please let me have it. I'm begging you...I’m sorry…"
I could see the desperation in her eyes, the vulnerability that made me want to both punish and protect her all at once. I tightened my grip on her waist, the thin fabric of her nightgown bunched up in my fists.
"I'm sorry for that old picture," I murmured, my voice low and rough as I took back control of the moment, the power shifting back to me as I pulled the nightgown over her head and tossed it to the ground. My lips traced the curve of her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, while my hands found their way to her breasts, feeling the way her body responded to every touch, every caress.
"But you gotta understand, Des," I growled, "I only want you." I laid her down on her back, my body covering hers, and slid back inside her, slow and deliberate, making her gasp, making her feel every inch of me. This wasn’t just about sex—it was about reminding her who she belonged to, who held the keys to her pleasure, her pain, her everything.
"You're mine, Destiny. And I don't give a damn about anyone else," I whispered, my voice a mix of possessiveness and passion as I moved inside her, every thrust a reminder, every breath a promise. "You feel that? That’s all for you, Destiny," I said, driving deep, my teeth grazing her neck, leaving a mark. "I need you to know this... there ain't nobody else."
She nodded, her hands gripping my shoulders, her body arching into me, her breath hitching as she whispered, "I know, Derek... I know…"
I watched her unravel beneath me, her body giving in to the rhythm we created together, the connection that ran deeper than words, deeper than anything we could ever say. Destiny was on fire, her body trembling, practically leaking with need, but I needed her mind and soul right here with me, not lost in that haze.
"You need reassurance every day, Princess?" I asked, my voice low as I looked into her teary eyes, feeling her nails dig deeper into my back, pulling me closer.
She shook her head, but that vulnerability, that raw honesty, cut through me like a blade.
"Use your words," I commanded, my tone leaving no room for hesitation.
"Yes... yes, I need reassurance," she finally admitted, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her face, every drop laying her bare before me. She wasn’t just asking; she was begging for the truth, for the security only I could give her.
My heart ached as I continued to move inside her, knowing it was me who planted these doubts in her head. It was me who invited these demons into what we had, and if she needed reassurance every day to know this was real, I'd fucking do it.
"You got it, Des... every day... every fucking day," I groaned as I pumped long deep strokes into her.
I leaned down closer, feeling her heartbeat sync with mine.
“Des,” I started, my voice low and steady, “I know I’ve messed up. I know I’ve given you reasons to doubt me, reasons to question us. But I need you to understand something—there ain’t a damn thing in this world that means more to me than you.”
Her eyes filled with tears, but this time they weren’t from frustration or pain. These were tears of relief, of hope.
“I came back to Juniper for a reason. I came back for you. You’ve always been the one, Des. Always. Even when I was out there, doing my thing, living that life, my heart was here with you. I was just too damn stupid to realize it.”
She sniffled, her hands gripping mine tightly as they rested on both sides of her head. “Derek...”
“Shhh, let me finish,” I said, taking one hand from hers to wipe a tear from her cheek. “I ain’t perfect. Far from it. But I’m willing to fight for you, for us. I’ll face every demon, every obstacle, every mistake I’ve ever made, and I’ll make it right. You need reassurance? I’ll give it to you every day. You need to know you’re the only one? I’ll shout it from the rooftops. Whatever it takes, Des. Whatever it takes.”
Her lips trembled as more tears fell, and I kissed them away, tasting the salt and the love.
“You’re my home, Des. My safe place. My everything. And I swear on everything I hold dear, I will never let you feel alone or unloved again. We’ve been through hell and back, but we’re still standing. And that means something. It means we’re meant to be.”
She was crying openly now, but her smile was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. “Derek, I...”
“I love you, Destiny. More than words can ever say. More than any song I’ve ever written, any stage I’ve ever stood on. Any award I’ve won. You are my life, my heart, my soul. And I promise you, from this moment on, it’s me and you against the world.”
She nodded, her tears mingling with our kisses. “I love you too, Derek. Always”, she cried, tightening around me, trying to milk me for everything I had before I pulled out at the last second before we finished together, denying us both of the release she craved.
“Derek, that's enough, please,” she begged, her voice breaking as she lost her composure. “After everything you just said, please stop denying me. Let me cum, please”
"Patience, Princess," I whispered, kissing her tears away. "We're not done yet."
She pumped her fist into the bed and began flailing around like a child having a tantrum, her frustration shocking me. I couldn't help but smile at her reaction, knowing she was on the edge, desperate for release.
I growled, flipping her over my knee and spanking her ass, the sound echoing through the room.
“You acting the fuck up today, Destiny!” I said, laying more smacks down until she finally relaxed, though her body was vibrating with so much need, her juices dripping on my thighs.
She wasn’t using her safe word for nothing though, I was proud and surprised. The defiance in her eyes was giving way to submission. This was her first time doing this, so maybe this was enough.
I paused for a moment, letting my words sink in. “You see, Des, this is what happens when you push me too far. You lose control. And now, you’re gonna have to earn it back.”
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with compliance. “Tell me what you want, Derek.”
I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear. “I want you to know that I’m the one who gives you everything you need. And the moment you act like you’re on your own, like you have to figure everything out for yourself, like you don’t have a man that’s willing to make your problems go away at the snap of a finger, you disobey me.”
She shuddered, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind, caught between anticipation and fear. “I understand,” she whispered, her voice so faint it was almost lost in the tension hanging between us.
“Nah, I don’t think you do,” I growled, smacking her ass lightly, feeling the sting in my palm and seeing the ripple it sent through her. “You come to me. Not Johnathon, not nobody else!” My voice thundered through the room as I delivered another sharp smack, making sure the message hit as deep as the sting.
Destiny's body trembled beneath my touch, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. She turned her head slightly, her tear-filled eyes meeting mine, vulnerability written all over her face.
“You saw how me and my people handled shit today. You believe me now when I say I got this?” I demanded, punctuating my words with a fierce strike that echoed off the walls.
“Yes,” she whimpered, the sound full of submission.
“I make all your problems disappear, you understand that?”
Smack!
“Yes,” she gasped, her voice trembling.
“That hypervigilance shit is over, aight?"
Smack!
“Yes.”
“Who’s got you, Destiny?” I growled, each word hitting her like the smack that followed.
“You do,” she cried out, her voice cracking under the weight of it all.
“Who you gonna call the moment you need anything?”
“You, Derek,” she choked out, her tears starting to flow.
"Who’s gonna punish you when you act like you can’t turn your fucking brain off for even a minute and let me take care of you?” I growled, my words sharp, each one hitting like a punch, every smack sealing the deal.
“You are,” she whimpered, surrender in her voice, the fight completely drained out of her.
“Damn right,” I rumbled, my voice low and commanding, vibrating through her like a shockwave.
I yanked her up, flipping her over to sit on my lap, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, her lips trembling. I cupped her face in my hands, forcing her to meet my gaze, locking her in.
“You make me lose control, Destiny. But know this—I’m always in charge when it comes to your pleasure,” I said, my voice rough as I licked and bit her neck, feeling her gasp, her body still shaking in my grip. I stopped, pulling back to look deep into her eyes, the future I saw with her laid bare in their depths. "I can see it in your eyes, baby. You want more, need me to push you harder. And trust me, I will.”
"You know exactly what I need…,” she breathed, surprising me with her words, her surrender complete.
My eyes roamed over her as she melted in my arms, her body still quaking with anticipation.
"I love the way you’re shaking for me, the way your body’s begging for more even when you think you can’t handle it.”
“I need you,” she whispered, the desperation in her voice driving me wild.
Her tears spilled over, streaming down her cheeks. I wiped them away with my thumb, my heart swelling with a possessive need to make sure she knew, without a doubt, that she was mine, and I was hers. Nobody else.
“I think you’re ready to cum now, Princess,” I whispered, my lips brushing over hers, my fingers gently tucking her hair behind her ear.
She shook her head in agreement, her eyes closing as she buried her face in my neck, surrendering completely. She was done, her fight gone, leaving only trust and need in its place.
“You’ve been punished enough but I’m just not sure,” I murmured between kisses, my lips tracing a path down her jaw, lingering on her pulse. I could feel the heat radiating off her, the tension that had built up over the course of the night, ready to be released. My hands roamed her body, gentle now, soothing, promising her the pleasure she’d been denied.
Her breath hitched as I moved my hand lower, finding her core. She clung to me, her body trembling, her nails digging into my shoulder as I pushed her closer to the edge before pulling my fingers out of her and licking them. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her entire world narrowing down to this moment, to us.
Her voice was raw, trembling with desperation as she clung to me, her body quivering under the weight of everything I was putting her through.
"Derek, I can’t… I can’t take anymore,” she groaned, the words spilling out like a prayer. “Please… let me have it this time. Please.”
Her plea was soaked in need, her eyes wide, her lips trembling as she fought to hold on. The way she said my name, like I was the only one who could save her, sent a surge of heat through my veins.
I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear. “You want it that bad, huh?” I whispered, the edge in my voice making her shiver.
“Yes,” she whimpered, her nails digging into my skin as she tried to pull me closer, tried to push me over the edge with her. “I need it, Derek. I need you.”
I smirked, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes, seeing the desperation, the raw vulnerability that I loved so much.
“You’re not there yet, Princess,” I said, my voice rough with the effort it took to hold back. “But I’ll get you there… when I’m ready.”
She let out a small, frustrated cry, her body trembling as I teased her, keeping her on the edge, making her wait, making her earn it. Because I wanted to hear her beg for it. I wanted her to know that when she finally got what she was craving, it was because I gave it to her. On my terms.
Destiny’s breath came in ragged gasps as I my hand found its way back between her legs, her body a live wire under my touch, her skin slick with sweat as she writhed on my lap, legs wide. Every time she got close, I pulled back, dragging her right to the edge, only to deny her that sweet release.
“Derek… please,” she whimpered, her voice strained, her eyes wide with desperation. She reached out, her hands trembling as she tried to pull me closer, tried to make me give in. “I need you, baby…I need to cum.”
I smirked, my hands grazing her inner thighs, teasing her, making her body shudder. “You think you deserve it, Princess?” I asked, my voice low and taunting. “You think you’ve earned it after all the shit you pulled today?”
She nodded frantically, trying to push herself over the edge. “Yes… yes, Derek, please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “I’m sorry for everything. I’ll be good, I promise. Just please…”
Her desperation was music to my ears, the way she was trembling, the way her eyes were glassy with need, her lips swollen from biting back her cries. I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear, my fingers just barely brushing where she wanted me most, drawing a moan from deep within her.
“Beg me,” I whispered, my voice dark and demanding. “Beg me like you mean it.”
“I’m begging you, Derek,” she cried, her body quaking with anticipation. “Please… please, baby, let me have it. I can’t take it anymore. I’ll do anything, just let me cum.”
The sound of her voice, the way she was falling apart for me, sent a rush of satisfaction through me. I loved seeing her like this, so vulnerable, so desperate, knowing that I was the only one who could give her what she needed.
Her lips trembled, tears slipping down her cheeks, waiting for me to say something that would soothe her fears. But I wasn’t ready for sweet words right now.
"Go lay down, Destiny," I commanded her without confirming she was gonna get hers. "And spread them legs so I can eat that pussy."
She was frustrated, crying, huffing and puffing, but she did it. She crawled off my lap and onto the bed, her body trembling with anticipation and need, and spread her legs wide, exposing herself to me.
I crawled up her body like a predator closing in on its prey, my eyes locked on hers, catching every flicker of desperation, every shiver that ran through her. Her legs were trembling, her thighs quivering with need, and it was driving me crazy. I grinned, low and dangerous, and leaned in, dragging my lips across her inner thigh, making her squirm. I took my time, teasing her with light brushes, just enough to drive her wild, just enough to make her beg for more.
I lowered myself, my mouth inches away from her most sensitive spot. "You gonna be a good girl now?" I teased.
"Yes," she moaned, her hips bucking slightly. "I'll be good. I promise."
My eyes locked on hers, my hunger evident. I could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, anticipation mingling with the vulnerability in her gaze. Kneeling between her legs, I felt the heat radiating from her body, the sweet scent of her arousal filling the air.
I didn't make her wait any longer. I licked her slowly, savoring the taste of her, feeling her body respond to my touch. She gasped, her hands gripping the sheets, her back arching off the bed.
“Imagine if he had gotten a taste of this…I’d have to kill him,” I moaned between licks, drunk off the taste of her, her essence becoming truth serum. “I’d kill for you, Destiny.”
“I know…I know…” she breathed, eyes rolling back in her head. “Kill whoever you want, just let me finish this time.”
I smirked against her, my tongue moving faster, teasing her clit with just the right amount of pressure. Her body tensed, her thighs trembling around my head.
“I control this pussy,” I whispered against her, my breath hot on her skin.
I dove back in, my tongue finding her clit, flicking it gently before sucking it into my mouth. Her cries filled the room, spurring me on. I lapped at her, my tongue delving into her depths, tasting every inch of her.
Her hands found their way to my locs, tangling in the strands as she tried to pull me closer, her hips bucking against my mouth. I held her down, my grip firm, my tongue relentless. She was close, I could feel it.
"Please," she begged, her voice breaking.
I pulled back just enough to look up at her, a wicked smile on my face. "Say it again, Princess," I commanded.
"Please let me cum, Derek," she cried, her eyes shining with tears and need.
"Good girl," I whispered before diving back in, my tongue working her clit with renewed intensity. "You're mine, Destiny," I growled, leaning down to press a kiss to her inner thigh. "Always."
She gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets as I traced a path up her thigh with my tongue, my hands gripping her hips to hold her in place. I took my time, teasing her, tasting her, making her squirm beneath me.
"Derek," she whimpered, her voice breathless.
I looked up at her, my eyes meeting hers, filled with a mix of love and lust. "I feel you Princess, you’re ready there. You gonna cum for Daddy?" I asked, my voice a low rumble.
"Yes," she breathed, her body arching towards me.
I wasn’t going to deny her this time.
“Let go, baby,” I urged, my fingers joining my tongue, pushing her to the edge. “Cum for me, Destiny. Cum in my mouth right now.”
With a final cry, she shattered on demand, her body convulsing as she reached her peak. I held her through it, savoring every moment, every sound, every shudder, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. This time, I didn't stop. I took her over the edge, her release washing over her in waves, her cries filling the room.
“Oh my God! Oh, Derek…”, she cried at the top of her lungs.
I licked her clean, savoring every drop before crawling up her body, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. She tasted herself on my tongue, moaning into my mouth as I settled between her legs, my dick pressing against her entrance. I didn't let up, didn't give her a moment to recover. I wanted her to feel everything, to know that I was here, that I was hers.
With a groan, I entered her, filling her completely. Her walls clenched around me, drawing me deeper as I began to move, slow and deliberate, savoring every moment. This was ours, this connection, this love. And nothing would ever take it away from us.
“Shhh,” I whispered, kissing her forehead. “I got you, Des. I always got you.”
Tears mingled with sweat on her cheeks as she buried her face in my chest. “I love you, Derek,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
As we moved together, bodies slick with sweat, breaths heavy and tangled, I knew deep in my bones that this—her—was where I belonged. With Destiny. Forever.
She wrapped herself tighter around me, pulling me deeper, closer, the rhythm of our connection intensifying. The world around us disappeared, leaving only the sound of our shared breaths and the heat between us. She looked up at me, her eyes dark with need, her lips trembling.
“You got more for me, Destiny. I know you do,” I teased, my voice low and rough, as I lifted her effortlessly, placing her right leg over my shoulder. My fingers found their way back inside after I pulled out, seeking that spot that made her melt.
“Derek, please… I’m gonna—”
“That’s what I want,” I commanded, my voice steady and firm. “Give it to me. And when you do, I want to hear that apology.”
I tapped my length on her clit a few times before I pushed back in, slow and deliberate, right on that spot that made her lose it. Her words became babbles of pleas and apologies. In no time, she began to splash all over me as I drilled in and out of her, just like I wanted.
“I’m sorry, Daddy…I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, her eyes drifting shut as she surrendered completely. The words slipped from her lips, soft and breathless, echoing through the room until they faded into silence, leaving only the heavy rhythm of her breathing and her wetness.
I held her close, whispering softly against her skin as she shuddered in my arms. This was about more than control; it was about showing her the depth of my love, how much she meant to me. Every touch, every whispered word was a promise, a reminder that she was mine, and I was hers.
“I’ve got you,” I murmured, pressing my lips gently to her forehead as she relaxed into me. “I’m always here for you, Destiny.”
“Cum for me, Derek,” she pleaded, her voice soft but insistent, grounding me back into the moment. Her words were like a lifeline, pulling me from the edge of oblivion, making me realize just how close I was.
My heart pounded, filled with love, lust, and something even deeper that I couldn’t quite name. I tried to speak, to respond, but the words caught in my throat. All I could do was hold on to her, feeling that sweet pressure building, tightening with every thrust.
“Cum for me,” she demanded again, her voice a little stronger, like a siren’s call I couldn’t resist.
That command, that tone, it pushed me past the point of no return. I could feel the last of my control slipping away, could see it in her eyes that she knew it too. She wanted this, needed this, and so did I. I buried myself in her, every muscle in my body tensing as I reached that peak, her name a ragged cry on my lips.
“Destiny,” I groaned, the sound of her name ripping out of me like a confession, like a promise. My release hit me like a wave, powerful and overwhelming, and I let go, pouring everything I had into her, everything I was. I howling like a fucking wolf under a full moon as streams shot out of me. She held me close, her nails digging into my back as I shuddered against her, feeling her own body tightening in response, like she was claiming me all over again.
We stayed there, tangled in each other, as the world outside faded to nothing. Collapsing beside her, I pulled her into my arms, feeling the heat of our bodies mingling.
“You okay, Princess?” I asked once I caught my breath, my voice softening as the intensity of the moment faded.
Destiny lay there, a quivering mess, her body marked by my dominance, her mind filled with the memory of this night. I could see the satisfaction in her eyes, the way her body relaxed into mine, completely spent.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice weak but satisfied. “I’m okay.”
I kissed her forehead, holding her close, feeling the rhythm of our breaths slowly synchronize.
“Good,” I murmured, stroking her hair. I sat up and reached for one of the bottles of water, opened it, and held it to her mouth. “Drink.”
She obeyed, drinking before handing the bottle back to me. I took the opportunity to head to the bathroom, where I soaked a towel in warm water and wrung it out until it was just right. When I re-entered the room, I sat beside her, carefully wiping her face clean.
Without a word, I signaled for her to open her legs so I could clean up the mess we’d made. Whether it was her or me dripping out of her didn’t matter—we had come together in a way that left no room for doubt.
Destiny looked up at me, her eyes shining with love. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice tender.
I nodded, feeling a deep sense of peace settle over us. “It’s me and you, Des,” I said, my voice low and steady. “I’m always gonna take care of you. You don’t have to thank me with words—just believe in me, in us. That’s all I need.”
She smiled, a genuine smile that reached her eyes, and in that moment, it felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders.
We lay there in silence for a while, just holding each other, letting the aftermath of our passion settle into a comfortable stillness. I knew we had a long way to go, but in that moment, it felt like we could conquer anything as long as we had each other.
As I watched her drift off to sleep, a surge of protectiveness washed over me.
I reached for my phone, opened Instagram, and went straight to her page. She hadn’t posted in months, and the comments were flooded with speculation. People were trying to piece together who she was to me, and they didn’t like that their questions were going unanswered. Her business page was cleaner, probably because Eden had been deleting the rude comments. I sucked my teeth in frustration. We had a plan to keep things low-key, but sometimes plans needed to be scrapped.
I held my phone up and hit record. The room was dark, but there was just enough light to make out my face and the glint of my chain. My voice would make it clear who was speaking.
"Aye, what’s good? It’s your boy D-Truth. I know y’all been hearing all kinds of bullshit in the media about what’s popping off in Juniper, but let me set the record straight—ain’t none of that stopping the movement. Juniper’s my city, where I came up, and even when I’m out in the world, I’m still reppin’ for my hometown. Ain’t no man or what he think about me gon’ stop me from putting on for my fans. I see a lot of y’all coming through, and believe me, I’m about to give you a show like you’ve never seen. This is my city, and I’m here for my people regardless of what anyone has to say about it.”
I looked down at Destiny, resting easy in my arms, looking so peaceful. She might be pissed about this later, but I’m doing what I gotta do.
“And another thing. Y’all see I got the Jewel of Juniper right here with me,” I said, angling the camera just enough to show her head on my chest, her face turned away from the lens. “I came back to claim what’s mine, and that includes my girl. So for anyone else thinking about hitting my line or sliding in her DMs, don’t bother. If you got something to say to her, you can come through me if you want those problems. See y’all at the Jubilee.”
I ended the video with a wink and uploaded it as a reel and a TikTok. Satisfied, I closed my eyes, holding Destiny close as I set my phone to Do Not Disturb, knowing the notifications were about to be in shambles.