#dark jensen

[honeyhan-123]

A Slice of Heaven ~ Part Two

Summary: When Jensen stumbles across Melody Meringue on a cam website, he just can’t forget her and his obsession blurs the lines between right and wrong.

Warnings: dark!Jake Jensen, masterbation, camgirl, ice play, unequal power, this is not a healthy cam girl/patron relationship!

Word Count: 2.6k

Notes: I’m so glad y’all have been enjoying this series so far so here’s an update a day early! This is slightly more reader focussed but the next one will be back to Jensen.

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Your back ached as you climbed up the stairs to your apartment. The temptation to quit your job was stronger than ever but you knew your side hustle couldn’t keep you afloat forever. Eventually you would lose the demure appeal and your patrons would move onto the next young girl. 

Already you felt like you were pushing the boundaries of your age, claiming to be a couple years younger than you really were. It wasn’t a big difference, definitely passable in the sensual lighting of your shows, with your eyes hidden behind a mask but still, you knew it couldn’t last forever. You just had to save up enough so you could have a nice little nest egg for when you had to rely solely on your real job. Not that being a minimum wage sales assistant was much of a “real” job. It definitely wasn’t where you had pictured yourself being back at university. 

Your keys rattled in the door and all you truly wanted to do was crash on the lumpy sofa and binge a few episodes of whatever was on. But no. He had requested another show. 

Normally your side hustle only took up three nights a week but ever since he had become a patron, it was more like five or six nights a week. You had no idea who he even was, only that he went by the username JJrulez and paid well. He was a regular in your normal shows, always tipping generously and had recently become a private viewer too. You always made more money in the group shows, yet with how generous he had been, you felt the need to cater to him when he asked for a private session. He didn’t seem to like the public ones, and some of the comments he had made about how he didn’t want other men seeing you did make you feel a little uneasy, but it was easy to just brush it off. He was just a faceless voice online. 

And really, you did feel a little bad for him. Spending hundreds of dollars on some girl you’d never met seemed pretty pitiful. You couldn’t imagine wasting that kind of money, but at the same time you were glad he was. 

You showered and prepared for tonight’s show. You could never be quite certain what JJ was in the mood for. Sometimes he was forceful in what he wanted, dictating your every move. Other times he was more laid back, happy to watch whatever you had prepared. You hoped tonight was one of the latter types.

You climbed up onto the bed and switched on your webcam. You logged into the private chat and sent him the link and within moments, he joined you in the session. Like always, he didn’t turn on his camera but you knew he was there from the soft breaths that came across the speakers. He always rattled your nerves but you swallowed down your fear as you tried to speak. 

‘Hi baby. how’re you feeling tonight?’ 

‘So much better now that you’re here baby. You were on my mind all day at work.’ You plastered on a smile for the camera despite the pit in your stomach. It was too much. He was too much. 

‘What were you in the mood for tonight?’ 

‘Well tonight I thought we could switch things up a little bit. You have one of those fridges with an ice dispenser don’t you?’ You nodded, unsure of where he was going with this. 

‘That’s good. I want you to go fill up a bowl with some ice for me, honey. And then I want you to come back here as fast as you can.’ 

‘Okay.’ Your voice was more shaky than you really liked but you did what he said and stumbled your way to the kitchen. You felt out of control as you filled the bowl. You had thought that starting a camming business you would be the powerful one but now you felt anything but. 

You climbed back onto the bed and held out the bowl in front of you, ‘is that enough?’ 

‘Yeah honey. That would be plenty. Why don’t you shimmy out of that little set. I want to see those perfect tits.’ You undid the clasp of your bra and the sheer material fell away, before you wiggled out of the matching panties. You could hear him let out a groan at the sight. ‘Now get some of the ice honey. I wanna see you rub it over your body.’ 

The ice was much colder than your heated apartment and it sent a shiver down your spine. He seemed to enjoy your reaction, even more so when you started rubbing the cube along your decolletage. ‘Move it a little slower, draw it out for me.’ You obeyed the voice as always and slowed your movements. It was just like a messed up version of a tease. The ice melted against your skin and you could feel the water cascade down your torso. You’d definitely be wanting a hot shower after this session. 

Eventually the ice reached your nipple and you couldn’t help the gasp. You could hear him chuckle over the speakers. ‘Doesn’t that feel good honey? Do the other one now.’ You reached back into the bowl of ice and grabbed a new cube, starting the process all over again. 

Once both of your nipples were starting to hurt from the cold he finally let you stop. ‘Now I want to see that pretty little pussy.’ His voice was slightly laboured with his heavy breathing but it still yielded far more control than you felt. 

You leaned back on the bed and brought your knees up on either side of you, giving him a clear view of your cunt. ‘That’s good honey. Now get some ice and make that pussy wet.’ Your toes curled and your cunt clenched at the thought of rubbing ice along your lower lips. You’d never done something like this before, and a tiny part of you was interested in giving it a try. 

You took a bracing breath as you reached into the ice bucket once more. You repeated a little tease for him, trying to build up the anticipation. The ice cube danced along your breasts before slowly sliding down your stomach and you heard him let out an appreciative groan as it passed your navel. 

‘That’s it honey. You’re doing so good.’ You could hear movement from his end of the connection and could only imagine he was teasing himself. You had to wonder if he had his own ice bucket beside him. 

Your gut clenched as you trailed the ice along your inner thigh, slowly getting closer to where he wanted it. 

You couldn’t help the squeal when the cube finally came into contact with your lips. The pure coldness was jarring against the heat of your flesh. JJ let out a chuckle at your reaction, his tone hinting of condescension as he teased. ‘Aww honey, does it feel a little weird?’

You couldn’t find your voice through the lump in your throat and the best response you could make was a little whimper and nod of your head. 

‘That’s good honey. This kind of thing is all about the line between pain and pleasure and I bet your pretty little pussy is just so sensitive.’ A chill that had nothing to do with the ice went down your spine at his mention of pain. He’d asked you to do some pretty questionable stuff in your sessions together but you definitely didn’t trust him enough for that kind of thing. 

He must have seen the hesitation on your face as he quickly spilled out ‘don’t worry about the pain honey. I mean, how could I even inflict any on you through a computer?’ His words did little to reassure you but you couldn’t seem to find the word to say what you wanted. Instead, you just plastered on a fake smile and tried to slip back into the Melody Meringue persona that you had almost perfected. 

‘Well, I’m all about pleasure here.’ Your voice was a little too shaky for your comfort but you tried to fake your way through it. 

‘Oh yeah? Am I making you feel good honey?’ 

You faked a breathy moan, ‘yeah baby. So good.’

‘I wanna see your pretty pussy swallow that ice for me.’ Your fingers played with the cube as you tried to slip it into your heat, only to be stopped suddenly. ‘No honey, get a new one. I bet that pussy is so hot and wet, that cube’ll be melted in seconds.’ You followed his instructions once more and whimpered as the cold brushed against your walls. 

The mixture of ice and heat felt strange. A little too strange for you to fully be into it as you felt the cube already start to melt slightly. 

‘Now I wanna see you fuck yourself. Get that dildo, the one you used last time.’ You gulped and reached for the case next to you. The purple silicone one was the biggest of your collection and obviously a favourite of his. You couldn’t understand your patron’s obsessions with your bigger toys. Did they delude themselves into thinking that their cock was just as big as the eight inch monstrosity in your hand? 

You quickly lubed up the silicone, sensing JJ’s impatience and lined it up with your cunt. The ice on its own felt weird enough and you weren’t sure how it would feel mixed with your hole being filled. 

You took a deep breath before slowly sinking down onto the bulbous head. There was the familiar stretch deep inside of you as you pushed the tip past your entrance but it was mixed with the completely new sensation of the ice being pushed even further inside of you. 

‘You’re taking that cock so good honey.’ JJ praised you as the base pressed against your lips, the entire thing finally inside you. ‘Now let me see you fuck it. I wanna see how you ride it. How you’d ride me.’ You tried to hide the grimace at his words. Your patrons said similar things all of the time but there was something so needy and possessive about JJ when he said things like this. It made you want to reiterate the rules with him.

But instead of doing any of that, you just continued to gyrate onto the dildo, doing as he said. The familiar squelch of your pussy taking the cock filled your room and you could hear similar sounds coming over the speaker from him. 

‘God, fuck. Honey…’ He panted as your pace picked up.

‘Yeah baby. Just like that.’ You made your moans even breathier and felt the reliable tug in your gut. You were nearly there, but none of that mattered until he finished. You shifted into a kneeling position once more so you could really ride the dildo like he wanted. Your other hand reached up to play with your tit, pinching and slapping your nipples lightly. ‘Feels so good baby.’ 

‘Yeah you like that. You like that big cock filling you up, poking out from your belly.’ His grunts were so loud you felt like he was right in the room with you as he pleasured himself. 

‘Yes baby. I do. I fucking love it.’ 

‘Course you do. Girls like you are all the same. Desperate for a nice big cock to split them open. I - I can’t wait to -’ His pants were heavy as his voice turned high and slightly whiny. You recognised the familiar pattern and slipped your hand down to your clit, getting ready to cum for him. 

‘Baby, I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum.’ 

‘Yeah honey. Do it. Cum for me. Wanna see you cum.’ You let go, allowing yourself to fall off the edge. Your toes curled and you threw your head back. There was the familiar pulsing sensation in your clit as a spasm of energy travelled through your muscles. Your moans were caught in your throat as you rode out the orgasm. It was your favourite part of your sessions, the only time when you truly felt like yourself. 

You were only slightly aware of JJ’s own orgasm, his whimpers filling your ears as he came, no doubt into a little fleshlight. 

You took your time coming back to reality, enjoying the afterglow of the orgasm too much to let it go just yet. 

When you do finally come around, you stretch out, allowing the thick dildo slip out of your quivering cunt. It sends another small wave of pleasure over you and you can’t help the smile. You slip on the black silk robe that you keep at the end of your bed for easy access like this and reposition yourself once more as you look into the mirror of yourself on the computer screen

His breaths are still heavy so you know he’s still there. ‘How’re you feeling baby?’

‘So good honey. You always make me feel better.’ He praised and you felt a stir in your stomach as a deep part of you preened. This, and your growing student debt was what had attracted you to camming in the first place. 

‘I’m glad you feel better baby.’ You purred and reached for the water bottle by your bed, ready to log off and get some sleep. 

‘Can I book an appointment for tomorrow night?’ 

You tried to bury the laugh that wanted to escape. It was more than just a little pathetic how eager he was but you shouldn’t complain. He had been paying most of your rent for the last few weeks. 

‘I’m sorry baby, but I’ve got a public show tomorrow night. You’re obviously more than welcome to join though if you want to see me again.’ 

‘Well why don’t you just cancel it? We could spend the evening together.’

You bit your cheek as you thought over your words. It was always a tricky negotiation between keeping a private customer happy while maintaining all of your regulars and you needed them more than JJ. ‘It’s my weekly countdown. It’s where I make most of my money. Plus, how would that be fair to my other patrons?’ You tried to remain polite but firm as you denied him. 

There was a slight pause and JJ huffed like a spoiled child. ‘Fine. What about the night after?’ 

Wow, he must really be desperate. 

‘Unfortunately I’m otherwise engaged, I’ve got a personal matter to attend to. I don’t work Sundays either so the next time I can book you in is Monday.’ 

‘Monday?’ You could hear the affront in his tone and could imagine him pursing his lips as he considered the less than favourable outcome. There was a small silence and you weren’t sure how to break it. 

‘Monday is my next free time.’ You tried to gently explain. 

‘Fine.’ He huffed once more. ‘Book me in for Monday. The same time.’ His tone was curt and sharp and you barely had a chance to respond before the connection cut out, leaving you alone in the session. His familiar green blinking light turned grey, then black as he logged out and you hoped that you hadn’t just lost one of your best customers. 

But then again, maybe giving JJ a bit of a berth wouldn’t be a bad idea. You had a feeling he could be a bit obsessive. 

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To take a bath in hell was something very different from the concept humans had of a shower. In hell, nobody took baths to get clean or to take care of their body’s health. In fact, people never took baths in their eternal damnation. Baths were exclusively taken by demons. They didn’t have or needed water, instead, they used blood. Red, thick, hot and delicious blood. Some humans, the worst kind, had acquired the taste for blood baths. Some believed it was good for their skin to drown in the blood of animals, but some took the idea further, bathing in the blood of their enemies. Those had a special place in hell, they could torture their own victims. And believe it, there were many.

Jensen smiled with the memory of his humane time. Devil, he missed the Dark Ages. He himself had been one powerful and feared Duke, who lived and ruled in England. He was worshipped by his followers and feared by the common people, ladies of all Europe came running to him with their legs opened and have the chance to be fucked by the most handsome leader to ever exist. Their words, not Jensen’s, even though he knew very well that was true. Jensen had fought in wars for territory, for religion and political matters but he really didn’t care about the details, he loved the power to be able to take a man’s life from it’s body. He enjoyed the sound of pierced flesh and the feeling of the hot liquid leaking from the wound and wetting his hands. While he fought, he selected those with the most pleasant type of blood to bath later.

Jensen was an expert in selecting his victims. He had to take them alive, so he never injured them to death, only to immobilize them for enough time so that his slaves, always fighting by his side, could take them and storage the prisoners in his tent. Jensen liked the bodies fresh, he believed that the flow of emotions, the fear, pain and desperation only made the blood thicker and more nutritional. He liked to bleed them himself, to look into their eyes and watch as their consciousness and life were drained from their useless body. Their meat was rotten and filled with all the crap they had put in their mouths, but it was good enough to feed his dogs. Jensen would only feed on the flesh of the women who were stupid enough to think they actually had a chance to charm him.

Jensen used to hate women when he was human, but now he could find his pleasure in their bodies as well. When you become a demon, there’s no such thing as “sexuality”, like the modern people called it. It only existed attraction and pleasure. He could fuck a pig if the animal had any pleasant features and women were usually prettier than animals. But human Jensen had fucked only young boys at his time, nothing else could make his dick work like watching a teenage boy being fucked from behind while covered in blood. They didn’t have much say on how they liked things or how they wanted to be fucked, because they usually ended up in Jensen’s bloodbath too. Human Jensen didn’t have a heart, just like demon Jensen.

Jensen’s time as a ruler lasted for 30 years. Those were fun, violent years and Jensen had loved his life. But not more than he loved his currently existence as a demon. He killed, tortured, raped for a long time but he was just tired of life, tired of the same men, the same ridiculous wars. The blood of their enemies was tasteless and no young body could inspire any arousal on him. So he decided to take his life. He believed in Satan, he believed in hell and he was sure he would be welcomed.

He was not wrong. For five hundred years he had been tortured by demons, ugly and cruel beings who had to take any spare of humanity out of him, not like Jensen had any, but he didn’t fight, he didn’t complain. To be tortured was a different experience than what he was used to, protected by his money and power, no man could ever have touched him while he was alive. Then, he had relished on the pain and he had actually discovered how good it could feel. It was a shame that his old victims didn’t valued the gift Jensen had given them. He endured the punishment, he deserved it and he knew he would collect his rewards for being a good prisoner. And he had.

Jensen had gone through torture for a millennium but after that, he had earned the right to torture his own souls. He held the whip for the first time and his cock got hard immediately, his first victim was waiting for him and he took his time with the first one, wanted to show how good he was, how much he had learned. He would never forget the feeling when the whip first touched the already flayed skin, his dick got hard just remembering it. He tortured the man for two days and after he fucked his unconscious body, it was the best orgasm of his life. It happened that when you become a demon, even the pleasure was increased. Being human was just so limiting, it’s pathetic.

He tortured souls for another five hundred years and in the course of those years, he could feel the changes happening to his body. For a long time, he had had the strange feeling of hollowness, his soul was changing and he could feel absolutely nothing, not even pleasure. He kept the working and doubled the cruelness in his tortures, looking for that amazing sensation every time he harmed another soul, but he felt nothing. It didn’t last long and slowly he felt his body being possessed by some other thing, it occupied every cell of his material body with a dark energy and a need for destruction. He had finally become a demon, his eyes changed and he could see everything on his own terms with shades of red and black, he could see inside his victims, know their weak spots, read their needs and his imagination was all kinds of wicked. Jensen had been thrilled to tried out his new abilities and he did.

His blood bath was ready for him. He step inside the warm liquid and it stick to his skin, penetrating the cells. He dived in the blood and thanked the fact he didn’t need to breathe anymore. It was a special occasion, he needed to be prepared. Jensen would go back to Earth for the first time as a demon. .

He knew things were different up there, he had learned a lot with the new souls that kept arriving, even more than before. However the world worked now, he knew things were fun if so many people were sent to hell. He was going to walk around and follow the scent of sin and depravation, he knew those were the best ways to find souls to collect. He had only one mission: make deals and fuck things up a little.

His dick was hard again from excitement, incredible how often that happened. He didn’t bother going back to the surface, he took his cock in his hand and caressed the head with his thumb. The touch sent a shot of arousal to his being and he stroked it hard, violently. He enjoyed the mixture of pain and pleasure so fucking much there was no difference between them anymore. The blood was the perfect lubricant and it created a thick layer between his hand and his dick, every stroke of his hands brought a wonderful feeling. He opened his eyes and saw only red in front of him, passion and pain. Fuck, it was good to be a demon.

His cock got harder, his balls tightened and a feeling on what used to be his stomach warned him his orgasm was close. One, two, three strokes and he was coming hard and it was different from his orgasms as a human. The magnitude of his pleasure was something a human body couldn’t endure, a fire exploded inside of him and his body shook with tremors that took away any rational thought from his head. Jensen was an animal, driven by his most basic instincts. He wanted to get out and bite and fuck, eat everything the world could feed him and he definitely would.

He stood up and walked out of the blood pool. The blood dripped from his hair to his face and he licked his lips, flavoring the coppery taste of innocent’s blood. His naked body was covered in red, his still hard dick accentuated by the dark color. Jensen imagined he made quite a stunning picture as he was, he couldn’t wait to fuck a human with his demonic body, couldn’t wait to take his pleasure out of their body before ripping out their throat.

It was going to be a good night.

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