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There’s no way I can give her what she needs with her sitting on me like this. With fluid ease, I stand up, popping her tit from my mouth, and kick my chair out of the way. She holds onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist as I sweep everything off my desk. The computer and all go flying onto the floor with a loud clamor, the pencils and pens scattering across the room, and the phone crashing off its cradle.

Her back hits the desktop with an “oomph” from her, and I yank her legs up higher around me, grabbing behind her knees and yanking her closer, impaling her once again. She cries out, her hands grabbing onto each other behind my neck, her spine arching and thrusting her tits up into my chest.

“You want it hard? Hard you’ll get.” I grunt, slamming into her, forcing all of me into her tight channel in one hard thrust, splitting her open, making her take it all.

Peeling her hands from behind me, I wrap one of my large hands around both her wrists and slam them up over her head, lengthening her body, stretching her out. My other hand encircles her slender neck, my fingers and thumb almost touching each other in the back, pressing into her carotid arteries with the gentlest of pressures. It’s not enough to hurt or leave a mark, but her head will be nice and fuzzy from the reduced blood flow.

I look down at her, the epitome of perfection. Her cheeks are flushed, and the freckles almost disappear behind the pink tinge to her skin. Her eyes are open wide, the stormy irises focused on me, and only me. She bores into my fucking soul with those eyes and challenges me wordlessly with her pretty pink lips curved into a masochistic grin.

“My pup likes being choked?”

With a nod of her head, she plays the game well. A truly well trained submissive ready to hand that power over to me is what she is, and that’s exactly what I need.

Her moth opens but nothing comes out. There’s no protest, no safe word, no apprehension. She breathes out then takes a deep one in and holds it.

Fucking breath play. Oh fuck yes.

Just a slight adjustment to where I squeeze on her neck is what makes her wild. Pressing against her windpipe, I cut off her ability to release that breath, and her face brightens, the pink turning into a deep crimson that spreads down her neck and across her chest.

Its stunning watching her, the color in her eyes turns dark, and her eyelids twitch. Her body jerks under me, and her cunt grabs me tightly. I’m fucking her while I hold the power to take her life, and she’s getting wetter from it.

Filthy little princess.

“Sucha good girl, baby. You want to breathe? You’re going to have to earn it.” I hiss in her face, licking up her cheek, tasting the first salty drop that gathers under her eye. “Cum for me.”

I rail her hard, shaking her body on the desk, making the wooden piece of furniture creak under her, threatening to break with the force I use to fuck her. She turns darker red, her chest glowing brightly, her pupils dilating, her nose running, but she doesn’t fight me, or struggle for breath.

Her head must be swimming as her eyes close and I thrust up into her so hard I hear her hips crack. She starts to tremble, her lags shaking against my hips and then it happens. Her already tight little cunt grabs me like a vise, her back arches, and her mouth falls open in a silent scream.

The wave of cum from her is enough to douse the front of me, pouring down my thighs, soaking my pants even more than they were. She climaxes so soundlessly, that it’s almost more beautiful than when she screams my name to the heavens.

I’m not finished, not by a long shot, but she’s done such a good job, and I release her throat from my grasp, allowing her the breath she needs before she succumbs to the blackness of unconsciousness. She sucks in a deep breath, her whole body shaking, her head lolling side to side as she coughs and sputters. Her gasps turn into more normal breaths as I slowly rock my hips, bringing her down from the climax.

“You did such a good job, my pretty little pup.” I say caressing her hair, brushing it out of her face, then wiping away the tears on her flushed cheeks. “That was beautiful.”

“You…you didn’t cum.” She says on a wracking cough, allowing me to help her up to a sitting position, my cock sliding out of her all wet and slick.

“Not yet. Just breathe for me.”

“You could have killed me.”

“Yes. But I didn’t. I told you I wouldn’t and I’m a man of my word. We’ve been over this.” I say, watching the grey of her eyes lighten back up with her normal breathing. “I plan on fucking you till you wished for death though.” Her lips curl up into that mischievous grin as I lift her up, my hands under her ass supporting her. “Just not here. Let’s feed you first.”

“I’m naked.”

“I can see that.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

“Pass me the dill weed please.” I tell Lily as she sits on the counter, her bare legs dangling down, her heels bumping up against the cabinet doors in the large kitchen.

“What are we having?” She asks, fingering the caps on the spice jars in the rack next to her as she looks for the right one.

“Piroshki. Russian meat pies. They’re very good, and filling.”

“Mmmm, I can’t wait.”

She watches as I cook, her eyes following me around the kitchen as I chop the meat and onion and press the dough on the cutting board into little circles. When it’s time to fill the dough and squeeze them shut to make the pockets, she hops down and stands in front of me, letting me direct her hands on how to put everything together.

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