Page 18 of How May I Please You

“I told you,” I growl as I position myself higher so I can hold his other arm with my knee instead of my hand. “I said to stop screaming, but you refuse to listen … and you called her a fucking whore, you motherfucker.”

“Oh, god! No. Please stop!”

“Oh, I will. As soon as I’m done keeping my promise. Say ahh.”

The unknown man screams one last time, just before I wrap my fist around the handle of the knife and use it to beat him over the face. I hit him once, twice, three times before he finally stops squirming. His eyes close as the muscles in his neck go limp, his head slumping to the side.

“Oh my god,” Journey says, looking down on him with a smile on her lips and joy dancing in her eyes. “I thought he would never shut up.”

Finally, with no concern for being bitten, I pull the guy’s bottom jaw down and grab hold of his tongue between two fingers.

“He’s going to shut up,” I reply. “For good.”

Holding his tongue in one hand and the switchblade in the other, I slash the blade across his tongue, severing it nearly in half. One half slithers back into his mouth while the other falls by his ear. Blood shoots from the wound and I have to clamp his mouth back shut to keep it from getting on me. He may choke to death on the liquid, but I’m much more worried about my outfit being ruined than I am about his chances of survival. If he does live, he’ll remember not to talk shit to strangers, because talking will be much, much harder for him from now on.

I wipe the blade of my knife off on his clothes before tucking it away in my pocket as I stand up. Journey gets to her feet and looks down on the unconscious body that now has a steady stream of blood coming from the side of his mouth.

“I thought you were going to kill him,” Journey says.

“Nah. I’m not in the mood to hide a corpse or worry about it being found.”

“And what if he calls the cops? He could ID us.”

“I thought you were the cops,” I answer with a smirk. There are perks to dating a detective, and when Journey understands what I’m saying, she grins, too.

Journey lets out a sigh. “Okay. Then put it in his hand,” she says, still looking down.

“What?”

“His tongue. Put it in his hand so that when he wakes up it’s there to answer the question of why his mouth is in so much pain.”

I grin. “Oh, you're just downright diabolical, aren’t you?”

“Just following your lead, Sir.”

“I fucking love it.”

As my Baby Girl suggested, I take the severed tongue and place it in his palm for him to discover when he wakes up. He’ll be in for quite the surprise, and I wish I could be here to see it.

When I stand up, I look at Journey and find her eyes fixated on me.

“You’re un-fucking-believable,” she tells me. “You did all of this for me?”

“Of course I did. You know I would never allow someone to disrespect you. You are mine, Little One. What kind of Dom would I be if I let some fucking prick standing outside of a club talk down to you? Never, Journey. I would never let that happen. Plus, it feels good to let it out from time to time. It feels phenomenal to act on how I feel.”

“I fucking love you so much,” she says, stepping forward to place her hands on my belt. “And now I want to act on how I feel.”

“Yeah? Tell me what you want to do.”

“I want you in my mouth, Sir. Right here, right now. Can I please you?”

I turn my head, glancing at both ends of the alley to make sure we’re still in the clear.

“Do it,” I reply. “Let me in that fucking mouth. Show me how happy you are that you belong to me.”

“Mmm, yes Sir.”

I bite my lip as I watch the love of my life drop to her knees in a skin-tight dress without caring for it at all. She is unbothered by her discomfort because pleasing me is what matters to her most. Fuck, I’m a lucky man.

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