Page 71 of Choke

The sting of the slap spreads across my ass.

“Say it, Lex.”

I start to laugh. This is so ridiculous. I wish I could turn to look at him, but since I can’t, I say, “I am not your toy!”

Slap.

Another sharp sting spreads, radiating up my lower back; the impact pushes me forward slightly.

Slap.

“I can do this all night, Lex. Say. It.”

Words are gone. My mind is empty.

Am I supposed to beg?

“Please.”

Slap.

This time, he slaps my pussy. Hard. I see stars.

Each time he slaps me, my brain functions a little less. I can’t fucking remember where we are, let alone what the fuck he wants me to say. My thighs clench, and I know I’m crying from desperation and frustration. I feel a thick finger slide inside of me, and still.

What the fuck is he doing?!

I rock my hips a little, and he chuckles. My ass hurts, my pussy throbs; I’m not sure if we’ve been here for 5 minutes or 5 hours. The sound of the toy turning back on startles me despite being a low hum.

“You can make or not make whatever fucking face you want. You’re not coming, and if I need to leave my fingers inside of you to feel when you’re getting close, I will.” The suction feeling returns, and I feel myself losing it within seconds.

yesyesyesyes.

The toy is pulled away.

“FUCK!” The voice cannot possibly be my own. A twisted scream and groan mashed together.

I am so overly sensitized that the motion of him pulling his finger out almost sends me over the edge. The tears stream down my cheeks, soaking into the bedspread that my face rests on.

Ihatehimihatehimihatehim.

Without warning, the straps binding my wrists and ankles are yanked, and I am pulled back onto my knees. My shoulders scream from the pressure, and somehow, the pain is a nice relief from everything else. Only when he releases me do I realize how exhausted my body is. Every muscle begs for release. Release from the binds, release from this bed, release from not coming. I’m so tired and so desperate for sleep, but I can’t sleep like this. Adrian steps around to face me. I must look like a chaotic mess. I can feel how wet I am. I swear I’m dripping, but I’m not sure that’s possible. My face is wet from crying. I could sleep right here, right now. I consider it for a moment before the movement catches my attention.

His massive hand runs up his thigh and across the hard ridge of his cock. Tired as I am, I need to see it. I need to know if what I see through his pants is real or some optical illusion. Is it really that big?

“I’m not kidding, Lex. You come when I say you come. Do not get yourself off after I leave tonight.” He continues moving his hand up and down his length.

I don’t even register his words because I am so fixated on him. His face, his lips, his muscles, and the way they ripple as he moves his hand, the way his thick thighs press against his pants.

What did he say?

His hand moves to his belt and then to his zipper. I can feel his eyes on mine, but I am locked in some weird dick-trance and can’t lookaway. Slowly, so slowly, he lowers his zipper and then frees his cock and—absolutely not an optical illusion. I feel myself drool. I’ve never wanted something in my mouth so badly. His hand moves up and down, slowly, from the top to the bottom.

“You will show me what a good girl you can be,”

His words make me shiver, which in turn makes him smirk. He continues as he leans down and swipes his hand across my pussy.

“And I’ll break you to pieces when you’ve earned it.”

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