Belt

BELT

"Take off my belt," he demanded as I struggled with his pants. I looked down. It was the belt I had given him.

It was a simple belt. Soft brown suede, size 32, and a buckle that my trembling fingers now struggled to remove. This belt had a secret in it, an inscription on the inner wall, only visible when the owner removed it. A silly private joke I purchased for him for his first Father's Day. No, not our baby. He and his wife's. Don't think about it too much, it's complicated.

When I bought it for him, I never thought he would wear it, but there it was wrapped around his narrow waist. I met his eyes, our mouths still close after our initial kiss. It had been a good kiss. My pussy had throbbed and drenched my panties like I'd wet myself. He always had this effect on me. His tongue in my mouth, his hands gripping my ass, his long hard cock throbbing under the fabric of his pants. He makes me feral, always has. But this had ended, for almost a year now. How were we back here again?

We had met for an innocent coffee. Just to check in and see how life was going for the both of us. His life had changed, so had mine. I had moved on, I had traveled the world, had many the affair and returned the happiest version of myself. He had an almost 1 year-old daughter who was growing faster than her parents wanted her to. We had become friends, good friends, but rarely face to face friends. The desire for each other's bodies pulled like the Moon's draw on the tide. Undeniable. We knew better. We always knew better, but still, here we were. The coffee had become drinks and dinner... then back to our old tricks meeting at my massage office after hours. The building empty and we were grateful that we could be loud.

I locked the door behind us, and he pulled me to him. His lips on mine, a whimper caught in my throat, his tongue in my mouth, and I sucked him inside of me. I had missed his taste. His scent. He always wore YSL, but today it was something different. His hands slid up and under my shirt, unhooking my bra while still kissing my open mouth. My full breasts falling free, he pulled back quickly to push my shirt and bra out of his way. His full lips encircled my large nipple, and I moaned as he sucked and lapped. I wondered in this moment if he had wanted to do this to his wife's pregnant breasts and if she'd let him? This thought distracted and aroused me for a moment. Then his teeth brushed my sensitive skin, and all thoughts blessedly disappeared for a time. I slid my hands under the edge of his dark blue shirt, pushing it up and over his head. I lean forward, claiming one of his flat, brown, male nipples. I love a man's nipples, and he rewards me with his moans. I can feel my clit throbbing with my heartbeat and it makes me light-headed. He fists my hair and pulls my swollen lips back to his.

"I missed this," I say. I know he does too, he won't ever admit it. To admit anything to me I've found is too taboo even for him. It would be admitting real adultery, real cheating, real love making. Real need. Not just the fucking we're used to. I don't mind anymore. I know what I want now and that has made me a very powerful woman. Let him stay scared, I am fearless in my desires.

"I've missed you too," he replies. I gasp a little. That was unexpected. I have many kinks, he knows most of them, but this is one he never quite managed to uncover. I don't just want the pleasures and the dominance he gives. I want his desire for me. I want him to want me as much as I do him. Any real admission and I could cum on that alone. We pause, eyes meeting, I kiss his lips again, sucking on his tongue like I want to suck on his dick. My hands reach for his pants and here we start our story.

Our eyes meet, his slightly guarded but a small lift at the corner of his mouth and I smile back at him.

"You kept it?" I ask, my hands paused on the buckle. He nods. "Good." I lean forward and pull his bottom lip into mine, sucking hard enough to bruise. I release him and sink to my knees. Supplicating myself to his pleasure. He looks down at me, his beautiful amber eyes watching what I'll do. I unbuckle him and slowly slide the belt from the loops reading the inscription as I do. I'm unable to hold back my grin and he smiles down at me. I drop it to the floor, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, then pushing them to the floor and off his ankles. He likes it when I undress him. I think he feels like a King. I feel like his whore, and it scratches a part of me he alone makes itchy.

His cock is gorgeous. Long, thick, uncircumcised, and proud before me. I start slowly this time. Wrapping both hands around the base, sliding up to the tip and then back down. I would normally already have him at the back of my throat, but I've had an educational year, and I know what patience can mean now. I feel his eyes on me, and I feel a sopping sensation in my panties, I think I may have just peed a little. I smile and then slowly push his foreskin away from the tip and run my tongue slowly around the head. I am in no hurry. Methodically I lick him around and around, like a soft serve ice cream cone, tasting the precum on the tip every three laps. His hand is at the back of my head now, fisting my hair. I know what he wants and I'm not going to give it to him. I pull my face back and stare up at him while moving both of my hands that still grip his length. Up and down, very slowly, exposing the head and then hiding it. He wants to be in my mouth, so I envelope the head and move my tongue around and around again. His fingers tighten in my hair, and he pushes his hips forward, but my hands keep him at a distance. I'm fucking with him. I've never done this to him, made him wait, and I like the power. I pull my mouth away and his hand pulls up on my hair to stand.

His lips are on mine again and he reaches for my pants, a slight shake in his normally confident fingers. I think my new technique was appreciated. I smirk as he pushes my pants and panties down in one fluid motion. We are both now naked, bodies pressed together, his mouth back on mine. I take his tongue into my mouth, and I can feel his hard length slide between my thighs. I moan against his mouth as he slowly thrusts between my legs, stroking against my sopping wet sex.

"Are you that wet for me? I don't think you've ever been that wet for me. You missed that dick, didn't you? You still think about me when you cum?" His voice makes me tremble, the friction against my clit is getting me close to orgasm already. "Tell me how you touch yourself for me? You fuck other people and think about this cock?" He asks. Was he jealous? I told him at drinks that I had slept around quite a bit, apparently it had had the desired effect. Making him hard. I always want to make him hard.

"None of them were you. I missed your cock so much. I missed your mouth on me, that tongue, your voice in my ear urging me on. Please... fuck me please." He smirks and quickly turns me around and bends me over the end of my massage table. He wants to see my asshole. I spread my thighs and push my asshole out and in and out and in. I can hear his rough gasp and then his tongue is lapping away at my asshole. I keep moving it for him and two of his fingers slide into my dripping wet cunt. He rewards me by sucking my clit into his mouth and circling it with his tongue. I moan loudly. "I want you inside me so bad right now. Please, please, please... stretch that little pussy out, remind her who owns her." He groans against me, the vibrations making me whimper. Fuck, I want him in me so bad. He pulls his fingers out and slides fully inside of me and I cry out. I really have missed him. He fills me perfectly and I was disappointed in most of the other men. Not all, but most.

"Is that what you want? Is your cunt hungry for me to fill it?" I moan as he thrusts against me, his ball slapping against my clit, my orgasm building. "You let all those guys use you like this? You act like their good little slut too? Were you their whore? You're not! You're my whore," he leans over my back and gently grips my throat, pulling me to standing flush against his chest behind me. His voice is in my ear now, "You're my cum bucket. My personal sextoy. Now cum for me." I start to cum, pressing two fingers urgently against my clit intensifying my pleasure.

"I'm cumming!" I yell and he thrusts harder, and I feel my inner walls clenching around him. He releases my throat, and I collapse forward on the table, face buried in massage table. "Oh fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck!" I cum so hard I realize I haven't cum this hard since the last time we were together. Before life changed irrevocably. His fingers are digging into my hip bones, and he keeps thrusting well past my orgasm.

"Good girl, now do it again," he demands. I forgot how insatiable he is for my orgasms. I think he tries to count them. I start to slowly circle my clit again and he suddenly pulls out and pulls me to standing. My legs wobble. He turns me around and we are kissing. I can taste myself on his lips and I want to taste myself on his dick. I pull away and drop into a squat before him. This time, there is no finesse. I take him fully down my throat, sloppily lapping along his length. I taste good on him. Both of his hands are in my hair now and the back of my shoulders are pressed to the end of my massage table. He is fucking my face, and I feel myself start to dribble down my inner legs again. The more he degrades me, the more I desire him. I probably need therapy. I start to choke on his cock, and he makes a satisfied groan. "Too big for you baby?" I almost lose my balance at the nickname 'baby". It's that desire kink of mine.

"So big," I gasp in between licks, laps and sucks. I push him up and go to work on his balls now. Sucking them fully into my mouth, tugging and massaging them with my tongue. I'm good at massage of all kinds apparently. He moans for me, stroking his dick above me as I meet his eyes. I want his approval. "Is that good? Am I being good for you? How does that feel?" I run my tongue under his balls, teasing his taint. His head jerks back and eyes close in pleasure.

"Fuck. Yes, that's good. Come here," he commands. I stand and he tastes himself on my lips his tongue in my mouth. I suck on him and then we switch, and he sucks me. He pushes me back onto my own massage table until my head rests on the foot cushion. He hovers over me, lifting my legs high above his shoulders and he fully sinks into me in one liquid motion. My knees rest on either side of my head, his mouth on mine kissing and sucking my tongue. He lifts his face and meets my eyes, his hips moving into mine. He's so deep I can feel him in my stomach. The thought brings on a sudden unexpected orgasm, I gasp, grasping his biceps letting out an unexpected cry. I bite into his forearm to stop from being louder. "What are you doing?" As I feel the pleasure start to settle and I look up at him. He's still inside of me but has stopped moving. "Why are you being quiet? I want your noise. I want your pleasure. Be loud."

"Sorry..." I reply, I'm a bit breathless. "Please don't stop, I'm gonna cum again." He still hovers over me without moving and in the silence we both hear the lobby door open and close. He meets my eyes in question. "Fuck, I have a new next-door neighbor. She works nights sometimes." He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. His expression shifts and he suddenly pulls out of me and stands looking for something on the floor. For a second I think he's about to get dressed and leave and all my self-confidence shudders for a moment. Then he leans over and grabs his belt. The belt. I'm confused. He walks back to the table and leans close to my face.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you and now you must be quiet. Bite into this when it becomes too much," he holds out the belt I bought him. "I want to see your teeth marks in that every time I wear it from now on." An uncontrolled whimper of glee escapes my throat, and I nod opening my mouth obediently. He places the leather band into my mouth where the words I had inscribed lie. Silly little words, his name and a nickname, I feel their texture under my tongue as he pushes me onto my side and thrusts into me from behind. I stare over my shoulder at him, belt tightly clenched between my teeth. Our eyes meet and he touches my cheek unexpectedly. The gesture causes my body to tighten more around his gentle thrusts. He closes his eyes and grunts softly at the sensation, so I do it again. The pleasure starts to build again for both of us, and I can tell he is close. He spits on my asshole, and I feel his fingers start to probe me gently. I love being double penetrated. He wants to fuck my asshole, always has. I want him to as well, and I haven't told him yet that I've taught myself how to relax for that. I don't have any lube today though, maybe another day... or life.

His thrusts have become short and urgent, I feel so full. His cock is stroking my G-spot in such a perfect way, and I can just fit my fingers between my tightly closed thighs to rub my clit as he thrusts. This orgasm hits me like a tsunami, overwhelming and very wet. I can't help myself and I gush all over between the two of us. He groans and I pull the belt out holding it up to him. He chuckles and bites down on it as he follows me into his own bliss. I clench my core walls around him and milk him for all he can give me. It's always this way. The urgency of knowing it's the last time, makes it more delicious. After a long time, he pulls out with a small murmur. The belt is working to keep him quiet. He pulls the belt out of his mouth, places a quick kiss on the back of my neck, and then grabs me and he Kleenex to clean up.

"Are there teeth marks?" I ask in a hushed tone. He laughs softly and starts to look at the belt. He smiles nodding and holding it out to me, showing where at least one of us left a mark or two. I smile with pride. "Come here, stay for a little while, please?" He glances at the clock, almost 11:45pm. Fuck, he's going to leave me again. Fair enough, he has a kid now, and she is monumentally more important. I start to sit up and then his hand is on my cheek lifting my face for a soft kiss. Again, he surprises me.

"Move over," I do. His hard body spoons mine for a time. We are quiet. My next-door neighbor leaves, I think he drifts to sleep for a moment, his hand around my waist, and our fingers entwined. This is enough for me. I squeeze his hand, waking him from the lull of afterglow. "Shit, I should go," he murmurs in a sleepy tone. I lift his hand to mine, kissing his palm and I let him go. I'm always letting him go. We both get up and dress in silence. I watch as he re-buckles his belt, and it makes me wet all over again thinking about our teeth marks. We hug, he kisses me again briefly, then leaves into the night. I change the sheets, grab my purse and walk to my car. Alone, but not lonely. I smile at the full moon. She keeps my secrets. I drive home.

THE END