Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“I could cause some serious damage,” he goes on and I’m gasping, freaking out at the pressure, knowing he could easily kill me right now with just one wrong slip, there’s so much power in his hands. I start to kick now, wanting him off of me, but he just continues to drive his cock deep inside, in and out, in and out.
He takes his hand off and I’m gulping for air, my throat throbbing just from that bit of pressure. “The best place is here,” he says, bringing his hand back, but this time he puts the pressure on his thumb and fingers, his palm resting lightly against my trachea. “On the two arteries. The squeezing causes the reduction of oxygen to your brain. Not a lot, just a little. Like so.”
His fingers and thumb press into my neck as he continues to fuck me, the pace picking up. I shudder, and I can hear my breath coming in short panting noises, but I feel like it’s from somewhere else, like I’m someone else, watching.
“First you start trembling,” he says, his cock slowly fucking me, driving me crazy as he sinks in so damn deep, his thumb and fingers lightly pressing in until he’s full on choking me. “You’re not sure why you have the shakes, but then you realize it’s because you can’t catch a breath. The shock of it makes your body seize, like a strong electric current.”
The pressure is starting to make my head feel foggy and I’m struggling to breathe through my nose. My throat is closing and I can’t seem to control it. Oh god, I might pass out.
“You start shaking,” he says through a ragged breath, thrusting into me deeper, faster, and the pressure on my throat intensifies. “Maybe you’ll tap me on the shoulder to get me to stop, but you can’t because your hands are tied to the bed. So then I let go for a moment.”
He lets go of my throat and I gasp for air, filling my lungs as much as I can as adrenaline and endorphins start to flood my body, making me feel alive.
“Yes,” he hisses. “You feel that. The oxytocin. That wave of pleasure,” he reaches down and rubs his finger along my clit and the pleasure is so intense I feel like I’m going to suffocate.
There’s no warning this time. I come hard and then he’s choking me again, pushing up so deep inside me I feel like I’m filled to the brim with his cock, his weight pushing me into the bed. I can’t think, I’m just gasping for breath and then I’m coming again somehow, the muscles in my pussy going tight, squeezing his shaft.
He slides his hand from my throat up to my mouth and pushes two fingers between my lips and over my tongue, pressing down. I can taste the salt and musk of our bodies, the orgasm still rolling through me as I suck at his fingers, pulling them deep into my mouth, my body shuddering, convulsing. “That’s it,” he growls. “Sucking like a good girl…oh God…”
His voice trails off, growing thick with lust and his breath gets shorter and raspier as he pounds into me, the bed jostling from the frenzied strength of his fucking.
Suddenly his hips slam once, twice and he stills and I wish I could see him as he comes. The way his head goes back, his throat exposed, the way his mouth falls open. He lets out a long, deep groan that makes my body shiver, a primal sound that makes up for the fact that I can’t watch.
Then he pulls out, his cum splashing hot on my thighs, and then I’m being flipped over, my hands pulled tighter to the bed now as the rope twists. He shoves his hand under my stomach and yanks my ass up so I’m on all fours.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he rasps, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of my hips. “Do you want me to be done with you?”
“No, my lord,” I say, and it hurts to speak, my throat feeling raw.
“I promise to take my time,” he says, voice dipping, growing rougher, and he brings his hands to my ass. He runs his fingers over my cheeks, down where his cock was just inside me, tracing the line of my slit and I squirm under his touch, moaning as he spreads me with one hand. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes, my lord.”
He chuckles, sounding satisfied and then there’s a pause before…
WHACK.
He spanks me hard, his hand like a whip.
I cry out, I can’t help it.
My skin feels like it’s on fire as he strikes me, his hand coming down on my ass again and again, each slap harder than the last, growing hotter and hotter. My whole body jerks at each blow, the rough rope biting into my wrists, making my chest ache, my breasts jiggling.