Page 6 of How May I Please You

Journey exhales loudly as she untucks her shirt from her pants and starts to unfasten the buttons, revealing the white under-shirt underneath. She pulls it off her shoulders and tosses it onto the couch. The second it hits the cushion, I notice a red stain just under the armpit.

“Is that blood on your shirt?” I ask.

Journey’s head snaps over, surprise taking hold of the expression on her face.

“What’s going on, Journey?” I inquire, hoping to get answers before my temper flares up.

“Oh, it was no big deal,” she says, regaining control of her face and erasing any trace of concern. “Summers and I got called in to assist with an arrest and it got a little ugly. The guy kept resisting and we ended up having to restrain him. I guess a little of his blood got on me.”

My eyebrows raise. “Oh. So it was that kind of restraint.”

Journey smiles when she replies, “Well, he may have kicked me by accident while he was fighting us, and I may have hit him back. Come on, you know you would've done the same thing.”

I smirk as I pull her in for another hug. “My Little Devil. Why am I not even surprised?”

After everything Journey and I have been through, it doesn't shock me that she took out her anger on some asshole resisting arrest. She and I have literally murdered people together, even staging one to look like a suicide. Violence doesn't make me uncomfortable, but the fact that she didn't respond to me does.

“Listen,” I begin as I take a step back and lock eyes with her so she knows I’m serious. “I understand that your work can get in the way of you coming home. I’m not upset about you being later than usual, Little One, but when I text you, you respond. When you don't, I get worried, and worry mixed with alcohol can combine to make a very combustible cocktail for me, one that could see me running out of this house ready to set the globe ablaze to find you. Don't tempt me to burn the world down, Little Devil, because I will gladly torch it all for you. You belong to me, and when I text, you answer. This is a rule from now on. No exceptions. Do you understand?”

Journey stares at me for a moment, a thousand words playing in her mind I’m sure. Her brown eyes lock on me as she grins and places a hand on the waistband of my pants.

“I apologize, Sir,” she says. “You’re right. You texted as things were heating up at work and by the time it was all over, I didn't even realize that I’d forgotten to reply to you. I made a mistake and I’m sorry. I won’t let it happen again.”

With a loud exhale to calm myself down, I nod. “Good. Now go get cleaned up so we can have dinner.”

“Yes, Sir,” she says before picking up the shirt from the couch and walking down the hall toward the bedroom.

Over the next half-hour, I make sure to unwind. I slowly drink another beer and watch some TV while the sound of splashing water acts as background noise. I hear Journey get out of the shower and walk around before getting a text from her. When I look at my phone, a wicked grin takes over my entire face.

I’m so sorry for what happened earlier, Sir. It kills me to know I’ve upset you. Can you please allow me to make it up to you?

I lick my lips as I type out my response and press send.

We hadn't established it as a rule, Little One, so there’s no cause for punishment. However, what did you have in mind?

Journey responds immediately.

Sir, please come to the basement.

Grinning, I bite my bottom lip as I get up from my chair and make my way down the hall. Knowing Journey the way I do, I’m sure she has something exquisite planned. Plus, she’s in the basement, which we filled with BDSM toys and furniture for us to use together. She wouldn't be down there without wanting to go all-out.

Just as I reach the bottom of the stairs, the sight of Journey begins to come into view with each descending step. First I see her knees, then her bellybutton, then her perfect, bare breasts, and finally her flawless face. Her hair is tied into a ponytail that hangs behind her back, and her palms are on her knees as she kneels for me, eyes locked on mine. Journey is completely naked without a hint of a smile on her face.

I come to a stop directly in front of her, and she licks her lips as she looks up at me.

“Sir,” she says in a sexy tone that floods my cock with blood. “How may I please you?”

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I bite my lip so hard I expect the taste of blood, and it wouldn't even matter. All I care about right now is the sight of the gorgeous woman below me, kneeling in anticipation of how I’ll dominate her. She’s a vision, a delectable, perfect, seductive vision that I can’t wait to get my hands on.

When Journey asks how she can please me, my mind explodes with vivid, devious answers. Thoughts of all the tortuous ways I can satisfy both of us make my knees tremble. Even after irking my nerves earlier, I want this woman more than I can put into words, and it’s so much deeper than just wanting to fuck her. I want to torment her with foreplay before driving her to the brink of insanity with toys. I want her rabid for me. By the time I’m ready to fuck her, she has to feel more than just desire for my cock. She has to need it, to crave it, to be consumed entirely by her desperation to have me inside of her. I want her to choose death rather than accept going without me stretching her insides. That’s the answer to how she can please me. Her craving is what I desire most.

“Look at you,” I finally say once I’m grounded again, my depravity stepping to the forefront of my mind and making me feel like a god. “You’re my perfect little slut, aren't you?”

Journey’s teeth scrape against her bottom lip as she nods. “Yes, Sir.”

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