Page 7 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

I could do that. I could definitely do that. Touch. Yes. Touching. Keep touching—

Harder, Luca.

Harder. Okay. Yep. Solid plan. My thumb dug into the hollow at the base of my throat. My nail briefly caught, and the sensation of it scratching sent all prior thoughts skittering away. I gasped and shifted my weight, spreading my palm wide and stroking upward till my thumb slipped into squishy flesh beneath my jaw, and my hand burned hot against my windpipe. A trail of gooseflesh tingled in its wake. This was good. Nice. But it wasn’t enough—

Choke yourself.

I immediately tightened the grip I had on my neck and gave it a gentle, experimental squeeze. Even pressure this light caused panic and pleasure to tingle like electricity through my body as my windpipe compressed delicately beneath my fluttering fingers.

Why did this feel so good?

I’d never been choked before.

Shouldn’t it hurt?

Maybe it should, but it didn’t.

I released a broken breath, my leaking cock pressed insistently against the lip of the counter as I gave an aborted, desperate little thrust. My dick was so hard it hurt. Zero to one hundred in less than ten minutes. When I arched my hips back a fraction I could see the slick red tip of my dick, pointing eagerly up at me through the slit in my UFO themed boxers.

The reminder of how bad I needed this only made me spread my legs wider so I could properly watch in fascination as precum slipped down the crown of my cock. I’d seen this before hundreds of times, but I’d never felt like this. My whole body quivered as I licked my lips, mesmerized by the way my cock jerked in response every time I tightened the grip on my throat. Hunger, unfamiliar—dark, and delicious curled in the back of my mind, waiting.

Tighter, tighter, tighter.

Till my vision blurred, spots swimming in front of trembling lashes.

That’s it.

Take it.

Fuck.

Wow.

You like the pain.

Fuck.

You’re a slut for it, aren’t you?

“God yes—” I whimpered, lips rubbing against the icy glass mirror. Finally out of my head, I was able to appreciate how good this felt. My Adam’s apple clicked when I swallowed, my vocal cords vibrating against my palm every time I made a noise. I’d never paid such close attention to my body before, and the feeling was addictive. Overwhelming. Intense. Fucking earth-shattering.

I needed more.

The lack of oxygen was making me lightheaded.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t—

I couldn’t believe how close I was to coming from this alone.

My dick jerked eagerly, spurring me into action as I used my free hand to fumble with the hem of my boxers, tucking them beneath my swollen balls. I needed release, but I needed to tease more. Giving in momentarily, I curled my fist around my length, marveling at the velvety texture of the skin. Hot to the touch. Sticky pleasure smearing along my palm as I spread my fingers wide and the dark blond curls at my pelvis tickled their pads. Sliding lower, I dug my nails hard into the fragile skin a few inches to the left of my dick.

It hurt so good I could hardly believe it.

The grip I had on my neck loosened as I explored myself for what felt like the first time, only for the exploration to be cut short as that same unfamiliar voice that had made its home inside me echoed in reprimand.

Pathetic.

Harder.

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