Page 29 of Choke

I never thought I’d see them again. The bitter taste and sweet scent of those memories faded, becoming a distant memory locked away, hoping to be forgotten. I never expected the ghosts from my past to reemerge, igniting a firestorm of emotions I believed dead and buried.

Yet even knowing that these men held me captive, I can’t deny that they risked their lives to set me free. Perhaps that’s why I’ve chosen to ignore their sins.

I wrap the metal chain around my hand to ensure I have a firm grip and yank as hard as I can, causing Atlas and Callum to lunge forward. A perverse joy courses through me as I witness their red faces. Power surges in my fingertips, knowing I have them on their knees. For me.

“Please,” Callum gasps, shocking me.

“Does my little puppy want something?” I taunt.

“Cut the crap, Mona. You know exactly what I want.”

My laughter fills the space between us as I approach Callum and line my pussy up with his face. He leans in and inhales, his nose nuzzling me.

“You’re not being a good boy, Callum. I think I need to see you beg like the pathetic puppy you are.”

“What do you want from me, Mona?”

Chuckling, I let the chain fall and stroll back to bed, swaying my hips, aware of two pairs of eyes on my rear. Slowly, I remove every single garment of clothing and discard them on the floor. Lying on the bed, I part my legs, displaying my wet pussy to their ravenous stares.

I prop myself on my elbows and lock eyes with Callum. “I’m gonna need you to bark like the dog you are.”

His eyes narrow. “What?”

“You heard me, Callum. Be a good boy and bark for me.”

“I’m not barking,” Callum hisses.

“That’s unfortunate.” I sigh, gliding my hand toward my pussy and rubbing my finger over my clit.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Kitten,” Callum growls.

“All you need to do is bark for me, Callum. Good dogs get treats. You want to be a good boy and earn your treat, don’t you?”

Ignoring Callum, I turn toward Atlas, seeing the lust in his eyes. “Atlas, why don’t you come here?”

Atlas gets up. “No, on your knees. Crawl for me, pretty boy. Show Callum that you’re a good boy who listens to his owner.”

Atlas places one hand in front of him before sliding his knees behind him. Slowly, he crawls to me until he’s in front of my open legs.

“Good boy,” I pant as I plunge two fingers into my pussy, fucking myself. “Open your mouth, Atlas. Tongue out.”

Atlas parts his lips, and his tongue hangs out.

“See, Callum? Atlas is a good little pup.” I remove my fingers from my pussy and place them on Atlas’s tongue.”

“Mm,” Atlas mumbles as his lips close around my fingers.

“You see, Callum? You’re missing out,” I whisper as I slide my fingers in and out of Atlas’s mouth. “That’s it, Atlas. Suck them clean. You’re doing such a good job.”

Callum laughs. “Kitten, I hope you’re having fun because when it’s my turn to have you under my boot, I’m going to make you regret this.”

My body runs hot as Callum glares at me, ensuring I understand that his threat is simply a promise. What he doesn’t realize is that for the past two years, I’ve craved him and everything he could do to me. So his promise is one I fully intend to make him keep.

“I’m looking forward to it, Callum.”

“Then cut the crap, Mona.”

“I will once you bark.”

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