Page 70 of Choke

My body twists back and forth, and I know I have seconds before I come.

Don’t show him.

I try to calm myself in any way so that he doesn’t realize how close I am.

So close. So close.

Just as I sense what would undoubtedly be an earth-shattering orgasm start to crest, the toy is ripped away. I refocus my eyes on him, and I think I hate him.

“I said no coming.”

He’s reaching a finger for me, swiping it just inside of me and up past my swollen and overly sensitive clit. His expression can only be described as possessed and contented. Standing back to full height, he rubs his thumb and forefinger together before slowly lifting it to his mouth and sucking my arousal off of it.

“Decent, but I think we can do better than that.”

My heart rate has barely started to come down from… not getting off… he pushes the toy back in place and clicks the button again, increasing the pressure.

No, not pressure. Suction? It feels like it’s sucking.

It’s all I can do not to scream. It’s equally agonizing and the most incredible experience of my life. I suck the side of my cheek between my teeth and bite down as hard as I can stand, tasting the metallic tang of blood. It helps me maintain a straight face as my body winds up again. Again, he pulls it away. This time, I can’t stop the groan that escapes.

This is how I die. For sure, I’ll die if I don’t come.

I force myself to take some deep, centering breaths. I know I haven’t moved my eyes from his face, but my brain cannot process what I see when that thing is attached to me. The blur fades from my vision, and his face comes into view mere seconds before his rough fingers grab my jaw and pull me closer to him. We’re nose to nose, and his rich, dark eyes bore into me. It’s all too much, and I gasp as the first tear slides down my cheek. His fingers are like fire, and I’m sure they’ll burn me. His forearm flexes as he holds my face, and he’s silent for so long that I’m desperate to either lean away from him or push into him, but before I can decide, his eyes drop down my body.

“Stop doing that.” He demands.

I jerk my head back, trying to pry myself from his grip, but he’s not having it and yanks me forward onto my chest. The position is uncomfortable and awkward. My hands are anchored to my ankles, my knees tucked under me. This position makes it hard to take a full breath and impossible to move.

“You want to try to hide how close you’re getting?”

He sounds pissed, and I can’t help but smirk.

Fucking right, I will.

He moves around to stand behind me, and my entire body tenses. In this position, he can take whatever he wants from me, from my body. My breathing kicks up again, the sound strained because of the position he’s forced me into.

“I told you, Lex. No coming.”

His hand drifts over my ass cheek as he speaks in a slow and honestly devastating tone.

“You’ve more than earned this, and you’ll take it without complaining.”

Ok, sure, bud.

“Say it.”

My lips couldn’t be sealed tighter if they were superglued.

His fingers circle my entrance, and I push my ass back into him.

“Say. It.” He grits out.

Absolutely fucking no—

Slap.

I scream. Just a little. Mainly from the surprise.

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