Page 68 of Choke

Anchoring my feet, I ask again.

“What. Will. It. Be?” Each word stabs the air with intensity.

Her voice is small and cracks a little.

“Punish me.”

Good girl.

Her hands move slowly to the hem of her shirt, curling under it. She takes a shaky breath before slowly pulling it over her head. How her hair spills out of it, landing on her shoulders in soft, loose waves, might be one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. It’s not enough, though.

“Punish… me…?”

She knows what I’m asking for. I see it in the way her nose scrunches, and she fights the urge to tell me to fuck off.

“Ugh. You’re impossible.”

I step back again.

“Punish me, please!”

Her tone is higher, pleading.

“Sit on your knees. Hands behind your back.” I demand.

I could come right now—the experience of her surrendering to me. Begging to be punished for the stunt she pulled tonight.

It’s too delicious.

I’m still basking in the glory of the moment as she slowly shifts onto her knees, her feet tucked under her ass, thighs together. She slowly moves her hands behind her; they land on the soles of her feet.

“Do not move, Morgan.”

“Please.” This time, her tone is different. There’s a sadness to it. “Please don’t call me Morgan.”

She doesn’t shift to look at me. Her gaze tilts toward her knees.

I won’t argue with the request.

“Do not move, Lex.”

I see her shoulder rise and fall with relief, and I spin to grab my backpack. I put it down on the bed beside her and opened it fully. I want her to see what’s inside. However, she doesn’t move. Her eyes trained straight ahead.

I retrieve the black canvas straps from the inside. Stepping behind her, I secure them first to her wrists and then push her forward so her face is against the mattress, her ass in the air. This allows the access needed to secure the remaining straps to her ankles. I grab her by her shoulders and pull her back up onto her knees, and—Jesus Christ. The restraints force her into a position that pushes her chest out and doesn’t allow her arms to come out from behind her.

She’s utterly helpless like this.

“Spread your knees. As wide as you can.” My voice grumbles, thick with desire.

I’ve waited for this.

She shifts back and forth to wedge her knees open. When she stills, I can’t help but smile. This is exactly as I imagine it would be. She is perfect. The position grants me access to her pussy, but restricts her ability to push me away.

“You say no or stop, and this stops,” I tell her. I’m not fucking around with safe words.

She nods slowly, and when I look at her, her eyes are already rimmed with tears, and she trembles. I return to the bag, removing the items and lining them up right in front of her, where she’s locked her gaze. I need her to see everything.

When I’ve finished, there are three suction cups, a device one of my buddies told me his wife calls the ‘Soul Sucker 3000’, and a large wand that is hilariously marketed as a back massager. She’s breathing fast as she takes it all in. I take the suction cups and fasten one to each of her nipples and push her panties aside to attach the final one to her clit. When they are in place, I straighten to my full height. I’m breathless; she looks like a fucking dream, and my control starts to slip. I’m not sure how I will manage to get through this.

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