Page 40 of How May I Please You

I keep going, rocking the entire bed frame back and forth over and over again, still pulling the belt back until my body exhausts itself and I’m forced to stop. Breathing heavily, I release the tension on the belt and see Journey’s head fall forward. I loosen the buckle from her neck and see that she is passed out.

“Journey,” I say, patting her on her cheek until I see movement in her eyelids. “Hey, hey. You okay?”

Journey’s eyes flutter like moth wings taking flight until she regains consciousness completely and looks at me.

“I’m fine,” she says. “Keep going.”

I smile like the devil himself. “That’s my fucking girl.”

Re-tightening the belt, I go back to work, fucking her hard and fast while choking her. I use her body relentlessly, but I never take my eyes off her hands. I see the way they fist the covers, her skin turning red from how hard she clutches for dear life, but she never snaps. Instead of asking me to relent, I see her grip loosen and her neck lose strength. I stop fucking her again and release the belt. Again, she’s out cold.

“Journey,” I call to her, gently smacking her cheek again.

She wakes up quicker this time, less groggy.

“Keep going,” she demands almost angrily. “I was so close to coming.”

My eyes bulge as excitement threatens to explode from me.

“Holy fuck,” I say, shaking my head in total awe of her. “You’re so fucking unbelievable, Little Devil. Do it then. Come for me before you pass out or we’ll never stop. It’ll be the worst edging of your life. Control yourself before you lose consciousness. I want your cum. Right fucking now.”

“Yes, S—”

Her words are cut off by the cinching of the belt around her throat. I lean back and remove all barriers. I will not hold back in the slightest. I begin again, heartlessly slamming into Journey’s pussy while pulling the belt back. Each stroke is long and powerful, sending echoes through the house and the need to come ripping through my veins. I watch Journey fist the covers again, waiting for her to snap. My own orgasm builds up and threatens to wash over me like a tsunami wave, and just before I’m overtaken, Journey’s body begins to convulse.

She can’t scream because of the asphyxiation, so her body caves in on itself instead. She rocks back and forth, the muscles in her limbs cramping as she orgasms and begins to lose consciousness at the same time. Her skin flushes red as her head turns to the side, giving me a bird’s eye view of her glorious face being overcome with agonizing pleasure. Then, her entire body relaxes and I know she has passed out again.

I let go of the belt completely, making sure to loosen it at the buckle so Journey can breathe, but I don't stop fucking. I pound in and out again, and again, and again, until the wave finally crushes me and I am swallowed whole. I come so hard my vision turns white, letting out a monstrous howl that burns my throat and locks my body in place until the bliss is finished with me. Then it’s my turn to collapse.

I fall forward, my chest landing on Journey's back, and as much as I want to lie there and take my time recovering, I have to make sure Journey is okay. I remove the belt completely and tap her on the face.

“Journey. Journey, wake up,” I plead, my heart racing from coming and the fear that I may have gone too far … again. “Journey!”

Her eyes flicker before opening, followed by a gasping breath as life re-enters her body.

“Oh, my god,” she exclaims between heaving breaths. “That was unreal. It may have been the most terrifying, intense, magnificent orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“You were incredible,” I say as I roll off of her so that she can take full breaths without the weight of my body on her back.

“That’s the kind of breath play that people don't know about,” she says. “They think it’s all hand necklaces and tight collars. No, this … this was breath play.”

“And you were so fucking good,” I say, now lying on my back. “I thought you were going to snap.”

“Never,” she replies with a scoff. “I trust that you won't kill me, but if you did, it’d be worth it.”

We both laugh as we settle down, our sweat rolling off our skin and soaking into the covers below. The conversation stops as we just try to regain our energy. After five minutes, tears begin to glide down Journey’s face, followed by heavy sobs that rock her body.

I don't even ask what’s wrong. I know sub drop when I see it. The heavy dose of endorphins released from a traumatic scene like the one we just did is almost always followed by sub drop. The chemicals in her body are in a frenzy trying to recover from the intensity of what just happened, and asking her what is wrong always gets the same answer. I don't know. It’s fine. I don't need her to know. I’ll know for her, and I’ll be the comfort she doesn't even know she needs.

I turn on my side and pull Journey into my arms until she's lying on top of me. There, straddling my naked body, she cries into my neck. I caress her back and hair with both hands, simply giving her quiet support until she gets control of her emotions again. No matter how long it takes, I’ll be here for her, because putting her back together is even more important than tearing her apart.

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twenty-five

“Wow, you guys look incredible.”

“What are you talking about, bro? This is how I always look. She looks incredible,” I reply as I take my seat next to Journey and across from Trey.

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