Page 21 of How May I Please You

“Only for you, Sir. Always for you.”

I begin pounding her pussy with brutal strokes that echo around the basement and creep up the stairs. “That’s right, Little Devil. Always and only for me.”

I grip a length of the rope and use it as leverage, squeezing it tightly as I fuck Journey like she’s my most hated enemy. I fuck her hard and without remorse as she screams beneath me, unable to move or fend for herself. She takes all of it, giving herself over to me while I absolutely fucking wreck her pussy until the moment I explode inside of her.

I grunt, scream, growl, and swear as the orgasm consumes me entirely. My muscles quiver until I pull out and rest my arms against the bed, bending in half as I lay my head on Journey’s ass. Once I’m able to stand again, I untie Journey, remove the blindfold, and watch as she slowly stretches her limbs. I see the agony on her face from the soreness, but she doesn't complain. In fact, she looks happy, grinning as she stretches out and makes her body usable again.

When she’s finished, I don't bother cleaning myself up when she gets up to go to the bathroom, walking across the basement naked before coming back to me in the bed. I reach out and pull her down, snatching the covers over us as we lay on our sides with my arms around her. We’ll get to aftercare in a little while, but for now, I just want to hold the woman who would both die and kill for me. For her, I would knock a thousand men unconscious and slice through their tongues without thinking twice. This is what our love looks like, and nothing can stop it.

fourteen

~ journey ~

“Hey, Angie. It’s Detective Monroe,” I say into my cell as I sit in the living room with a glass of wine. The lights are out in the entire house, and you're asleep in the basement after our scene, but I’m restless.

I can’t stop thinking about what happened at The Black Collar. You defended me in the most brutal, beautiful way, cutting that asshole’s tongue out of his mouth for disrespecting me. It was almost surreal to watch you handle him so viciously, which is what led us to the basement tonight. You tried Shibari for me, and while your rope work was a little clunky, I’m simply grateful that you made the attempt for me. You didn't have to, but you're so thoughtful, Sir. You take care of me in the best ways, and now it’s my turn to make sure you're taken care of.

“Detective Monroe? You're up late, aren't you?” Angie Lu, the department’s clerk replies.

“Yes, I am, but tomorrow is my day off so it’s okay,” I reply.

“Oh, well then I understand. What can I do for you?” Angie asks.

“Well, I got a call from a friend tonight,” I say, weaving a web in my mind that comes out of my mouth as quickly as it hits my brain. “She was extremely upset and claimed that her boyfriend got into an altercation while he was out at … well, I don't want to put her personal business out there, but … he was at a BDSM club. She said they were on the phone together while he was walking back to his car as he left, and she heard shouting and scuffling. Then the line went dead and she hasn’t heard from him since. She knows I’m a detective so she called me to see if I’d heard anything, so I’m just calling to check if any calls have come in tonight about an assault at any clubs.”

The sound of Angie clicking away at her computer lets me know she’s looking, and after a short minute she has the answer I’ve been waiting for.

“Actually, yes,” she says. “There was a 911 call made by a bouncer at a club called The Black Collar in Center City. The bouncer claimed a man was attacked in a nearby alley and had his tongue sliced in two. EMS responded, as did two officers. The victim, Jay Brock, was escorted via emergency transport to Thomas Jefferson University Hospital about an hour ago.”

“Oh, wow,” I exclaim, putting on my best performance. “I can’t believe it. Yeah, Jay Brock. That’s my friend’s boyfriend. Okay, assign my name to that case, Angie, and I’ll take it from here. Thanks so much for your help.”

“You got it, Detective. Have a nice night.”

“Oh, I definitely will.”

I’m not sure it even registered with you when I left the house a little while ago. To your credit, you’ve had an exhausting evening. You fought for me in the middle of an alley. You took your first crack at Shibari, and then you fucked me senseless the way you know I love it. When I tapped you on the shoulder to tell you I needed to handle my newest case, you simply said you loved me before going back to sleep, snoring the second your eyes closed. I smiled at you and rubbed your cheek, knowing you wouldn't have to worry about anything by the time I returned to our bed.

It’s a risk walking into Thomas Jefferson University Hospital. Jay Brock is the man you brutalized on my behalf tonight, and I don't know if he was found in the alley or if he cried to the bouncer for help, but somehow he had the police called for him. I was worried this could happen, but I have a plan that I think is foolproof, Sir. Time will tell. Unfortunately for Jay, I recognize the two officers sitting outside his hospital room as soon as I round the corner from the nurse’s station. Apparently, his call went to the Seventh Precinct.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” I greet them as I round the corner.

Officers Jenkins and Flannery both stand when they see me.

“Hey, Detective Monroe. How’s it going?” Jenkins asks, shaking my hand.

“I’m good,” I answer. “I hear we have a guy with a sliced tongue.”

Flannery nods. “Yeah, it’s gruesome. The bouncer who made the call says this guy was antagonizing patrons as they entered and exited the club, so it could've been anybody. But what’s left of the victim’s tongue is so swollen now that he can’t even speak. We tried to take a statement but he was in a lot of pain. The doctor’s sedated him and are preparing him for surgery to try and reattach his tongue, so we were planning on waiting until after he’s in recovery to take his statement.”

“They’re going to try to reattach it?” I ask with raised brows.

“Yeah, that’s the crazy part,” says Jenkins. “The guy had the cut piece of his tongue in his hand when he approached the bouncer. The EMTs put it on ice in the ambulance before driving him here.”

“Shit,” I exclaim, fighting back a smile. “Okay, well luckily for you two, I’m assigned to this case, and if they’re about to take him into surgery, I’m not waiting for him to recover before I get his statement. Is he awake right now?”

“I don't think so,” Flannery answers. “They sedated and drugged him to try to bring down the swelling before the surgery.”

I nod. “Interesting. Well, let’s see if he’s awake enough.”

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