Page 53 of How May I Please You

“Evan, I’m sorry!”

I slam my hand over Journey’s mouth, forcing her to walk backwards until she is pinned between me and the door.

“Do not speak again,” I say, glaring at her. “Every question I ask is rhetorical until I say otherwise. You are allowed to say nothing because I can’t believe a word that comes out of your fucking mouth. If you want my trust again, you will have to fucking earn every bit of it.” I shift my hand, sliding it down from her mouth to her throat. “Now take off your clothes and drop to your knees before I give you what you really deserve, and choke the life out of you.”

Wheezing, Journey begins yanking at her clothes. She quickly tears herself out of her shirt but struggles to remove her pants with my hand around her throat. Once she’s naked, I finally relent and allow her to drop to her knees in front of me.

“Do not fucking move,” I tell her. “If I see as much as a single muscle fiber twitch, I swear I will walk out of this hotel room and leave you to fend for yourself. Do you understand me?”

I glare at Journey, waiting for the beginning of a word to fall out of her mouth, looking for an excuse to let my anger guide me out of this room and never look back. However, Journey doesn't speak. She doesn’t nod her head. She stays still, her eyes on mine, letting me know she understands and will obey.

Satisfied with her submission, I finally put my new rope to use. I tie the rough fabric around her neck and create loose knots that hang down to her stomach before spreading them outward toward her back. I take my time, making as many knots and squares as I can until her body is a checkerboard, her arms bound tightly at her sides and her legs the only limbs she has available to use. It’s better than my first attempt but still not perfect.

“Stand up,” I command, and I don't offer a hand to assist her. She struggles to lift a knee high enough to balance herself before managing to get to her feet and stand in front of me. “Your fucking face disgusts me, Journey. All I see are the eyes that have lied to no end, disregarding our dynamic and the respect we were supposed to have for each other. Turn around so that I don't have to look at the mouth that has spoken so much bullshit to me.”

Journey slowly spins until her back is to me and she’s facing the bed. I review my rope work a final time before reaching into my bag again and removing a hunting knife with a wooden handle and a six-inch serrated blade. I’m not sure if Journey sees it, but if she does she doesn't show it.

“I could kill you right now,” I tell her, just as I gently run the serrated edge of the knife across the back of her neck. “I could stab you and end your life and there isn't anything you could do to stop me. I couldn't trust you, so what makes you think you can trust that I won't take out my anger on you? What makes you think that your lies haven't made me snap? You’ve watched me kill people before. It has never bothered me. You thought that because I enjoyed our peaceful, lustful life together that I had gone soft. You convinced yourself that I needed you to defend me, as if you didn't watch me cut a man’s tongue out for disrespecting you. You let yourself believe that I was no longer like you, but you have no idea Journey.

“You’re not stronger than me or more willing to act on your emotions. You're simply more thoughtless. You're less controlled. That’s why I’m a Dom, because control is what I’m best at. But being in control doesn't mean being weak. No, in fact, I think I like the sight of blood more than you do.”

Slowly, deliberately, I apply pressure to the tip of the knife and drag it down Journey’s shoulder blade. Blood blooms brilliantly in a straight line as she lets out a soft gasp before sucking it back in. I keep going until the vertical line is three inches long.

“You see?” I continue, my eyes widening at the sight of blood streaking down her back and soaking into the rope. “I like that. Seeing your life leak from your body makes my cock harder than it has been in a long time … and you have the nerve to think I need your protection? No, Little One, it is you who needs mine.”

I place my hand on the leaking wound, smearing blood on my palm and biting my lip as the feel and scent of it work their way through my system. I’m overcome with sadistic elation as my cock throbs and I push Journey forward until she falls onto the mattress face-first. Her torso lands with a thud as her legs dangle off the edge of the bed. I drop my pants and mount her quickly, straddling her closed legs and gripping the thick rope for leverage.

“You treated me like I belong to you,” I say as I push myself into her, stretching her tight, wet pussy to its limits. “But you are the one who belongs to me, Journey. Now, I’m going to make sure you know it.”

As Journey lays silently on the bed, I begin fucking her with no desire to satisfy her. I’m going to fuck her like I hate her because right now I do. I abhor what she has done and feel nothing but hostility in this moment, and I’m going to take it all out on her now. This is not about pleasure. It’s about ownership.

“You belong to me,” I say, thrusting into her so hard I nearly hurt myself. The bed tries to inch forward but is blocked by the wall. Fuck it. I’ll fuck her so hard the mattress will break through the drywall. We’ll end up in the adjoining room by the time I’m finished ravishing her.

“Lying to me is against the fucking rules.”

Thrust.

“You are my fucking property.”

Thrust.

“You do as I say.”

Thrust.

“At all fucking times.”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

Journey bites back a moan as I lift the knife again and embed the tip into her skin, dragging it horizontally to create a line at the top of the first one.

“You will never disobey me again.”

Thrust.

“You will do as your Sir commands.”

Thrust. Thrust.

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