Page 39 of How May I Please You

“But for now, the only thing I want to handle is you.”

I turn my head and gently press my lips against hers. For the second time this evening, my blood speeds to life, rushing through me and warming me up from the inside, but this time for a different reason. Our tongues caress each other, slithering together in a sensual dance that arouses my cock along with devilish thoughts and desires.

“I’m going to go take a shower,” I say when we manage to pull away. “When I’m done, I’m going downstairs. You’ll be on the bed on all fours, and you’ll be completely naked while you wait for me. Do you understand?”

Journey licks her lips, making my insides quiver. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good,” I say as I stand. “Tonight, I’m going to remind you just how much you mean to me. Be prepared, Little Devil. When I get down there, I'll have the belt in my hand.”

chapter

twenty-four

As I descend the stairs in nothing but black pants, my fist grips tightly around a prized possession. The black belt dangles at my side as I step down feeling like a god walking the Earth. This belt is much more than a tool used to keep pants up. For most men, that’s all it is and all it will ever be. For me, this belt—this one in particular—is my most cherished toy. This is the belt that changed my life forever. This belt ended Sierra Cross’s life. It ended Detective Winter’s life, and it is also responsible for bringing Journey into mine. If it wasn't for this long piece of leather, I never would've met her. I never would have been this satisfied with life. Out of all the toys we own, this black belt is by far the one that means the most. It unlocks us like no other, and tonight it’s exactly what we need.

The basement is nearly pitch black when I reach the bottom of the steps. The only light shining is the one above the bed, where Journey waits on all fours just as she was instructed, completely naked. From here, I can see her perfect body bent over for me. I can smell the lotion she applied, but even more than that I smell her lust for me. I smell her desire. I feel the heat emanating from her body as I get closer and closer, my cock hardening with each measured step. By the time I reach the bed I’m nearly frothing at the mouth, a rabid animal ready to devour its prey.

“Fuck,” I growl, using my free hand to caress Journey’s perfect ass. “I love seeing you this way. You're so fucking perfect, Little One. Flawless in every way. Even more than that, you're my soulmate. You're my perfect match—the only one who could ever bring out the best in me … the worst in me. In a world full of light, you are the darkness I will always crave. Look at you. How could you ever think that I’d want distance from you? From this? From perfection? Fucking never, Little Devil. Lift your head up for me.”

Journey lets out a long exhale. “Yes, Sir.”

She raises her head, giving me plenty of space to step forward and strap the belt around her neck. When it touches her skin, she sucks in a breath, affected by the belt the same way I am. We know what this toy means, and it has us both ready to dive into our sickest desires.

Once the belt is in place with the loose end pulled through the buckle, I grab the long end and hold it, using it as a leash to keep Journey in place while I walk behind her and drop to my knees. The smell of her pussy is kindling for the fire inside me. I want to eat her until I’m full. My god, I can barely stand it. I breathe in the scent of her and my body fills with hot, untamable lust. She could set a million fires and I would never want to be far from this. I fucking need this.

“How could I ever say no to this pussy?” I ask, gripping her ass while tugging the leash, removing all slack. “Tell me it’s mine, Journey.”

She moans. “Yes, Sir. It’s all yours.”

“Again.”

“Sir, my pussy is all yours.”

I dive forward, my tongue whipping out as I suck her into my mouth. I devour all of her, swallowing her wetness to quench my thirst but never being satisfied enough to stop. I eat her pussy disrespectfully, slurping and sucking her clit while my tongue performs acrobatics. I refuse to stop until she detonates in my mouth. I’m desperate for it, and I pull the belt to tighten the grip around her throat while I focus on her clit. I suck it into my mouth while flattening my tongue and licking rhythmically. Over and over again, my tongue strokes against the hardened nub until I sense her muscles tightening. Her legs lock in place as I pull the belt harder so that she can’t get away from me, and I hear the sound of her labored breathing—a symphony of gasps and short breaths that tell me exactly what is about to happen.

“Give it to me, Journey,” I command. “Don't ask for my permission. Just fucking drown me in it.”

“Yes, S … Sir … Oh, god!” Journey screams in response before clutching the bedsheets in her fists, curving her back, and giving me exactly what I’ve been dying to have.

She bursts, her entire body set ablaze with tremors and spasms that rock her to the point of muscle failure and she falls flat on her stomach, my grip on the belt bet damned. While she unravels, I keep my mouth glued to her pussy, prolonging her bliss for as long as I can, swallowing her every drop until she finally stops trembling and is nothing more than a sweaty mass of exhaustion.

“Good fucking girl,” I say as I stand up, wiping my mouth.

I look down on the woman who has taught me how to love, and my mind stays dark. I don't want to cuddle. I don't want to caress her skin or make her feel comfortable. Right now, I crave her destruction, because giving her pain is how I show her just how much I love her.

While Journey pants beneath me, I climb on the bed and straddle her backside. With a leg on each side of her, I lean forward and plant kisses up her spine until I reach her neck. I take in the sight of her feebleness and let it run through me. I love seeing her shattered. The sight of her ruin and the sound of ragged breaths plunges me straight into Dom Space. The nerves in my arms are on heightened sensitivity as my blood rushes and my fingers tingle. My entire being feels entombed in a god-like aura. I can do no wrong. The damage I cause is pure beauty. I am a deity brought to Earth for this very moment, and my will shall be done.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” I whisper in Journey’s ear while she’s still struggling to regain life in her body. She lies prone in front of me as I sit up, positioning myself just below her ass with my cock at her soaking wet entrance. I tighten my grip around the loose end of the belt and push myself inside until I can enter her no further. “Fuck yes.”

Journey gasps, her head finally lifting off the bed as she comes back to life like a zombie. Her fists grip the covers as I pull back on the belt and lean forward again.

“You won't be able to speak soon,” I inform her so that she’s prepared for what is about to come. “So, it won't be possible to use your safe word. In place of it, you will tap the bed three times, then you’ll pause and do it again, repeating the process until I catch on and stop. Per usual, the second I see it everything ends. Do you understand?”

She nods. “I understand, Sir. Tap the bed three times and repeat until you stop. But I’m not worried about it. I am yours to use. Abuse me, Sir. Please. I need it.”

“With fucking pleasure.”

Without another word, I lean back, yank the belt upward, and begin pounding Journey’s pussy viciously. I fuck her as hard as I can, ravaging her insides with my cock, trying to make her scream when I know she can’t. The belt cuts off both her oxygen and her ability to utter a single sound. She will have to tap out in order for me to stop, and if she doesn't, she will lose consciousness. Fine with me.

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