Page 69 of Choke

I need distance before I lose control.

Spinning, I storm out of the bedroom; her strangled moan echoing behind me.

Once in the living room, I pace. Those initial steps pushed me so close to the edge, and I can honestly say I’ve never been nervous about coming in my pants just from looking at a woman.

Calm down.

The wrinkly, freaky little cat sleeps soundly on the couch. I drop down beside it and gently pet its head.

Not at all how I thought this thing would feel.

After a few moments, I’m no less hard, but the threat of blowing my load seems to have subsided, and I can only imagine she is losing it in there. Rising, I go back to the room, ensuring my back is straight and my head’s held high as I enter. She hasn’t moved, and her eyes are still in the space in front of her. I can see through the suction cups that her clit is swollen. It must be so sensitive. Her hair has shifted and lies around her face, covering her breasts. Her shoulders rise and fall in rapid succession. I cross to the bed in two steps, reaching down and flicking the suction cup between her legs. She groans, her head falling forward slightly. I break the suction and remove it; its effects make my mouth water.

“Lex. Look at me.”

Her eyes shift up my body slowly.

Any anger she held before has evaporated. Her eyes are hooded, filled with lust. Her lips are parted and moist. I reach for two items left on the bed, holding them up.

“Choose.”

Her brows furrow.

“I—I don’t know what they do.”

I cock my head. “That’s not what I asked.”

She looks back and forth between them. She knows they have a purpose relevant to this, but not how they work specifically. Her eyes set on the smaller of the two, and I work to hide the smile that wants to spread onto my face.

“That one.”

She tries to sound confident, but she’s breathy. Hungry.

I toss the larger of the two items onto the bed, my focus locked on her. I couldn’t be more pleased to give this a shot. One night, the small toy came up in the locker room, and my buddy Ben claimed that his wife had found God with it. It seems appropriate since I am about to show Lex that there are only devils here.

Kneeling on the bed in front of her, I notice she is once again dropping her eyes down. I gently tilt her chin upward, forcing her to look at me.

“Eyes on me. Always. Got it?”

She nods.

I press the power button on the toy, and a low hum fills the room. I advance, reaching out to her panties and ripping them off. She flinches slightly. I reach forward with the small toy, stopping just before her clit.

“And, Lex? You will not come.”

I Hate Him

Lex

He must be out of his mind—oh fuck.

The second the small silicone toy makes contact, it takes every ounce of strength in my body not to buck wildly. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. My muscles clench, and my body fights to pull my arms out from behind me, but they’re secured tightly.

I must look rabid.

I can’t close my mouth.

Breathing through it is the only thing holding me together.

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