Page 39 of The Ties We Break

“This is my happy place,” I say, as the smile on Declan's face matches mine.

I have no idea what tomorrow will bring, but I know we will be stronger facing it together.

Time seemed to move quickly after the night of the auction, and it felt like everyone was getting a new start. I have to admit, at first, I was terrified over how to handle my feelings for Belle, but seeing the blood pouring from the wounds on her neck and knowing I was so close to losing her, it’s almost like it triggered something in me. I meant what I said to her; I don’t know what love is or what it feels like. But, I know what I feel for Belle is stronger than anything I’ve felt before. Yes, I could easily run from it and from her, all the excuses I made were already laid out in front of me, but I just couldn’t use them. All I wanted was her. So, I jumped in feet first and made sure she was mine forever.

If I thought it was hard saying goodbye to Kian when he moved to London just two weeks ago, it was nothing compared to the pain I now feel waiting for Belle to leave. I thought I had longer with them both, but some sort of emergency caused Paddy O’Keenan to call on Kian sooner than we thought. He moved just a couple of days after the auction.

Our goodbye can only be described as akin to two little girls parting ways. We hugged with tears in our eyes as we promised to talk every day and regularly visit before our balls appeared again, and we snapped out of it. We kept our word, and I hear from him every day, even if it’s just a text. I assumed he would hate it there; new country, new people, no friends. But, even though he downplays it, so I know he misses me, I can tell he likes it there. I should have known, Kian’s the type of guy that can make friends with anyone. I just hope they don’t underestimate his boyish charms and dimples; then they really will fucking regret it.

The more we talk, the more I worry about the shit he is getting himself involved in. But that’s nothing compared to the shit he left behind. Since Kian had to leave unexpectedly, it meant cancelling the final fight he had planned. The organiser, who I have never met, has made his feelings about this perfectly clear. Kian owes him a lot of money, everything he would have made from the fight and then some for his ’inconvenience.’ I know Kian can hold his own and look after himself, but I hate the idea of shit trailing after him. London is his new start. He deserves the chance to make a go of it. I think he might have even met a girl he likes, although he avoids talking about it, which either means she has rejected his pasty, white ass, or he really likes her. I’m hoping for a bit of both. Kian deserves to be happy, but he can’t have it too easy, not with everything I went through to get Belle.

Saying goodbye to Belle is much harder than I thought it would be. Hell, it isn’t even really a goodbye, but it fucking feels like it. As I held her in my arms, gripping her tight, I didn’t want to ever let her go. Her lips press against mine, warm and soft, and I can feel her smile. “Relax, Dec. It’s only going to be for a couple of weeks until you can get things sorted with Desmond. Then, you can come to Oxford, and our house will be ready. I still can’t believe you bought us a house, and I don’t even know what it looks like yet,” she chastises as she smacks me on the chest. It isn’t hard, and despite her words, I can hear in her tone she is nowhere near mad.

From the minute I decided to move to England, there would never be any other ending for us. I was going to be close to Belle, and I couldn’t do that if she was in some dorm room while I was living, God knows where. So, I bought us a house. It has everything she could ever want, and I currently have a man changing one of the biggest rooms into a library, and it will be filled with all her favourite books. I may have gone a bit overboard, but I have the money and want Belle to have everything.

Living and working at the club has meant all my money goes straight into the bank. I have no real expenses. Then I have some money tucked away from when I was doing all the illegal shit when I was younger. I have more than enough to set us up and for us to live comfortably until I get my shit together and decide what I want to do with my life. I had never even thought about it. My CV isn’t a great read; I started off pulling illegal shit like cons, robberies, and some dealing. Then I found the world of sex and moved up the ranks in a sex club. The only thing I am good at is running things and managing people. But, I doubt many reputable establishments will want a manager whose previous boss is a psychopathic murderer and crime lord. He hardly makes for excellent reference material. Besides, I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I didn’t want to run a club and be asleep all the times that Belle is awake and vice versa. So I’m taking some time to find out what I’m good at and what I really want to do. One thing I know for sure, I want Belle in any way she will have me. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since that memorable night just a week ago.

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“So,beautiful, what do you say? Can I move to England with you, and would you like to live with me?” I inquire, trying to sound a lot more confident than I feel. For once, I’m the one shaking and questioning my every word. I don’t think my Belle would turn me down, but this is the most raw and vulnerable I have ever been.

Shuffling around on my lap that she is currently straddling, my little minx, grinds down on my cock, taking a bite of her lip to stop herself from moaning. I know she is trying to turn me on, and fuck, is it working. She has been trying to get me to take things further for the last week, but I want us to take our time. Why rush it when we have forever together?

She has been working through what happened with that prick, Guy, with a counsellor and has dealt with it exceptionally well. I was worried Belle would lose some of that confidence she gained through being with me, but the opposite happened; she got stronger. Each day, I could see her flourishing in front of my eyes.

Today, she has opted to try sexy black lingerie to entice me. She stood in front of me in sexy black stockings and suspenders, a lace thong, and a black lace bra that made her tits look amazing, combined with black, sparkling stiletto’s that I know she fucking hates. I nearly jizzed in my boxers. Fuck me, my Belle is all woman now, and she wants me to take her fully. What she doesn’t realise is that I already planned to.

Gripping hold of her hips, I push her down onto my straining cock, harder than seconds before, and her moans echo around my room. “I need an answer, Belle.”

“Fuck, of course, it’s a yes. But only if you fuck me first,” she counters, pulling a devilish smile onto my lips.

“Are you going to beg me, beautiful?” I challenge before peppering little kisses all along her neck, nibbling and sucking gently on the spots I know she loves.

Leaning down, she captures my lips with hers. It’s short but powerful and nowhere near as long as I want to taste her for. But, as Belle pulls away, she quickly slides her body down until she kneels in front of me. Looking up through hooded eyes, I’m mesmerised by her beauty. So much so that until I felt her soft little hand grasp my cock, I didn’t even realise she had opened my trousers to get it out.

Wasting no time, her mouth swallows my cock, her tongue gliding along the underside as she travels up and down. Each time she pulls my dick out of her mouth, she lightly swirls her tongue around my tip, licking off all the pre-cum like it’s her favourite ice cream. She then wastes no time swallowing my cock as deep as she can. As I feel the tip entering her throat, she coughs lightly when her gag reflex is activated, but she doesn’t pull back.

My hand fists her hair and using that to control the back of her head, I not so gently begin to face fuck my beauty. Tears run down her face, and I hear her gagging and spluttering on my cock. But I don’t pull back. Instead, I slam into her throat harder. I do this a couple more times before I feel Belle tap her hand on my thigh three times. It’s our non-verbal sign, so I instantly let go of her hair, and she pulls back her head, gasping for air. Her hair is all over the place, her cheeks are stained with tears, and spittle drips from her lips, where her red lipstick has smeared all over my cock. She has never looked fucking hotter. I’m so close to blowing my load, and after a few large breaths, she looks like she is going to go again, but I don’t want to come down her throat. I have bigger plans.

Picking Belle up as though she is nothing but a rag doll, she shrieks as I throw her onto the bed, her shoes flying off. Stalking over to her, I grab hold of her ankles and pull until her ass is at the edge of the bed. I waste no time ripping off her thong before peeling her stockings and suspenders off while she removes her bra as instructed.

Belle lies in front of me, completely naked, and I take a moment to admire her beauty. She is the perfect woman, and as I part her legs to expose her pretty pink pussy, I thank whichever deity is listening for sending her to me. While Belle catches her breath, I lower my face to her pussy and don’t hesitate to swipe my tongue through her slit.

A deep groan rumbles out of me when her sweet nectar hits my lips. Fuck, she tastes fantastic. I use my tongue to explore her pussy further, and with each flick over her clit, or deep exploration of her juicy cunt, her moan and cries fill the room.

“Please, Sir. Please, will you fuck me? I–I need your cock. Please, Sir.” Her begging is like music to my ears, but for this first time, I don’t want to be her Master. I want us to be equals, just this once.

“No! Bu—”

Before I can even finish my sentence, she interrupts me. “Please, Sir. I’m ready. I—”

Next, it’s my turn to interrupt her by nibbling on her clit, which causes a very loud scream and a very evil glare from my beauty. “I was trying to speak before you rudely interrupted me.” Her glare worsens, and I can’t help the cocky grin that spreads further across my face as I continue. “I fully intend on fucking you, but not as your Master, as Declan. We are doing this together, as equals. Just this once. There will be plenty of opportunities for me to tie you up and fuck you until you’re screaming my name. But tonight is for your firsts, so we are doing it right.”

Her glare softens, and a small smile appears before shifting into a slightly confused look. “What do you mean by firsts, as in plural?” she asks, and I can’t help but chuckle. I hoped she would pick up on that.

Staring at Belle with what she describes as my predator glare, the one I use when I’m about to consume her, I crawl up her body before whispering in her ear, “I plan on taking that sweet pussy of yours, and once you are crying my name, I plan on claiming your ass too.” Her breath hitches, and I feel her body begin to shake out of anticipation, not fear.

As my lips press against hers, she wiggles her body slightly until I’m between her legs and wraps them around my ass. The tip of my cock probes at her wet slit, and as I devour her mouth, I lazily swipe my cock through her folds, getting it nice and wet. Whenever it prods against her clit, Belle moans into my mouth. Her whimpers spur me on, and more gently than I thought I was capable of, with her tucked up in my arms, we stare into each other's eyes as I push my cock deep inside. Her cries of pain are hard to hear, but once she gets accustomed to my size, she starts to move. It doesn't take her long before she moves her hips to meet my thrusts.

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