He left his belt here.
Not for any particular reason, just purely by accident, which wasn't too hard to do considering how all our clothes were spread throughout various places in my apartment last night.
But when I felt the buttery smooth leather and the hard metal of the belt buckle against my fingers, my mind raced with the memories of last night. It was the first time I'd ever experimented with what we'd done...and my body was still reeling from it.
Before I knew it, I was shedding the t-shirt I'd thrown on and sank into the oversized chair where I had found the belt slung over the back. Staring at the worn brown leather and tracing each of the notches, my breath hitched and my skin began to tingle as I remembered the feeling of it wrapped around my neck, slightly scaring me at how much I wanted to do something so twisted and depraved.
How it only began with the two of us relaxing on my couch, him turning the channel to find something to watch and me tracing the belt with my finger, casually saying how I would love it if he would choke me with it. It surprised me how easy it was for me to say, like telling him how my day was, and yet all he said was a simple "I could do that". It was probably the sexiest thing he has ever said to me.
Hearing the clink of the metal and the rustling of the leather as I slid the belt through the buckle was all it took for the throbbing between my legs to begin, making me squirm a little to quell the ache but really only making it worse. I bit my lip, almost letting out a moan as I felt my clit grind over my panties and knew it wouldn't get better until I took care of it.
Wrapping my golden locks up into a makeshift bun, I started to unhook the belt from the buckle, licking my lips as I ran it along the back of my neck until the two ends meet. I looped it back through the buckle, pulling it until it was taut against my neck, my eyes rolling back into my head at feeling the soft but rough leather around my neck, nearly making me cum with thoughts of him.
My hand traveled down my neck to one of my swollen breasts, moaning as my fingers ran over the already hard nipple. I called out to play a specific playlist I had made a while ago for just these very moments and I hear the slow and sensual beat of a particular song. Our song. The song he'd picked specifically for the moment, whispering how hard he'll get every time he hears this song, thinking of how beautiful I look with plump red lips, eyes half-lidded and his favorite belt wrapped firmly around my neck.
I vaguely hear my favorite part of the song just as my mind and body remember when we fucked to this song the first time. How his hands threaded through my curls, forcefully pulling as he slowly thrusted his hard cock into my dripping pussy. Pulling ever so slowly, I feel the belt tighten as my hand dances over the other breast and pinching the nipple, the pain mixing with the pleasure and causing me to gasp.
Seeing my phone laying on the end table next to me made me shudder at the thought of sending a naughty photo to him and showing him just what I'm doing with his favorite belt. How hard it will make him every time he slides it on. How hard he'll fuck me the next time I see him. My eyes closed and I moan at that thought.
Dragging my hand down my stomach, I passed the sapphire belly button ring he gave me. He told me it was a purchase made on a whim after thinking how my belly button ring was incredibly sexy and smirking as he told me how it reminded him of the color of my eyes. I chuckled at the thought of how hard I blushed when he said that, even though the first time wasn't exactly romantic. We've never really were the most conventional couple and that was just fine with me.
"Ah Ah, did I give you permission to touch yourself?" Those words rang in my head as my hand dipped underneath the waistband of my panties, feeling the wet slick of my juices gliding over my swollen lips, gasping as a finger ran over my swollen clit. My mouth falls slack and my head falls back onto the chair as I rub my pussy faster, panting and moaning as the rhythm of the song dictated my every move and speed. I pulled the belt more, feeling slightly lightheaded with the combination of pleasure and lack of oxygen. Calling out again in a breathless tone to repeat the song as my hand dips even lower to insert a finger inside the dripping hole, pumping to the sensual rhythm and letting out a long gasping moan.
Not long after adding one, I added a second finger and pulled even harder on the belt around my neck, eyes watering at the overload of pain and pleasure. Moans becoming even louder than the music, the sound of my juices also mixing in and making a beautiful symphony of sex and turning me on even more. "Fuck," I cried out in a huskier tone that I wasn't used to hearing myself make as I pump my fingers faster, the desire to cum making me pull the belt a little tighter but still conscious to not pull too tight.
