Page 33 of Swallow Your Fear
I inhaled, and then he was cutting off my oxygen again, pulling the rope tight. My mouth opened, warmth pooling in between my legs as he inserted three fingers again. He hooked them deep inside me, quickening his pace as he fucked me with them.
Black spots dotted my vision right before he loosened the rope, letting me breathe. I sucked in air as he removed his fingers from my pussy, then yanked my shorts off along with my panties. He instantly grabbed my hips, flipping me over on all fours so that I was completely exposed to him.
With a glance over my shoulder, I saw him wrap the lead rope around his fist as he yanked down his zipper with his other hand. Freeing his cock, he trailed it up my pussy, soaking the tip. Right before he slid inside me, he pulled on the rope, the circle tightening around my neck and cutting off all air again.
“Fuck, Brynne,” he hissed as he seated himself in me. “So fucking tight when you can’t breathe.”
I tried to moan, but nothing came out as my throat was constricted. He slid out, only to pound back in, sliding my knees forward slightly on the bale. As he fucked me, he loosened the rope once more, oxygen filling my starved lungs.
“Such a dirty fucking slut. You love when I use you, don’t you?”
I hummed a response, and he tugged the rope in silent reprimand before landing an ear-piercing smack across my ass. “Yes. I love it.”
He fucked me harder, without restraint, and then myability to breathe was cut off again, my neck being yanked back, forcing my head to tilt slightly. Stars flew across my vision, from pleasure or lack of oxygen, I wasn’t sure, but I never wanted the sensation to stop. Booker was playing with my fear, and it only fed my impending orgasm more.
He landed another slap on my ass, one cheek and then the other, my pussy clenching around him so hard I wasn’t sure how he was still able to move in and out of me.
“Just like that, little slut. Grip my cock while I choke that pretty little neck of yours.”
Right when I thought I may not be able to take any more, he loosened the rope, allowing me to breathe. Booker was in complete and utter control, and I didn’t want it any other way.
His palm met my ass again, the sting coursing pleasure through me. I reached between my legs, lowering my chest to the bale. The hay poked at my skin, but I ignored it as my fingers ran circles over my clit, and he spanked me again, harder this time.
“Deep breath, Brynne. You’re going to need it.”
As soon as I inhaled, he was pulling the rope tight again, yanking my neck back with my chest to the bale. My fingers picked up speed, his cock following suit as he fucked me harder, faster. He groaned as my core tightened, choking his cock at the same time.
He didn’t let up on the rope as he continued pounding into me, and my orgasm began to ripple through me like a firework in the night sky. Somehow, the lack of being able to breathe fueled me more, and pure heaven coursed through every inch of my body.
At the same time, he buried himself deep inside mewhile finally slackening the rope fully. My moans and gasps filled the barn as his free hand gripped my hip.
He filled me, and as soon as he pulled out, I felt our release dripping down my thighs.
I kept my chest to the bale, giving myself a moment to breathe, but my breath hitched as he trailed his finger up my thigh, through our mess, and shoved it back in my pussy.
He slid in and out of me a few times, my entrance and clit sensitive from my orgasm. My legs tensed as he took his fingers out.
I pushed up off the bale, turning around to face him. Unexpectedly, he tightened the rope around my neck again, forcing me to look up at him as he hovered over me with my chest pressed to his still-hard cock. My knees bit into the bale below me. “The only one you need to be afraid of in this world is me, Brynne. Anyone else, and I won’t hesitate to kill them.” He brought his face closer to mine. “I own that part of you.”
He stared into my eyes for a moment, making sure his words set in the way he wanted them to. With his gaze glued to mine, he said, “You can come in now.”
Behind him, Austin rounded the corner, entering the barn. He wore a similar mask, the skeleton only covering half his face. My body somersaulted with the thought of him having heard everything Booker and I just did, and how I still sat exposed with the rope around my neck.
“He’s been waiting the whole time, Darlin’,” Booker murmured to me, almost like he cared about filling me in on Austin’s presence. “Are you okay with him joining?”
With a swallow, I nodded.
Booker’s eyes scanned mine behind his mask, darting between the two like he was searching for the truth in my response. “You want to have your fun with her?” he asked Austin.
A playful smirk crested Austin’s lips. “Took you long enough.” He removed his hand from behind his back, producing my vibrator. He must’ve found it in my room, and the thought of him in there without me somehow made my skin heat.
Booker set a boot up on the bale, hopping up to sit on the one directly behind me so that I sat perched between his legs. He kept his hold on the lead around my neck loose enough so that it didn’t choke me—for now.
“Take your spurs off,” Booker commanded.
Austin did, unbuckling them from around his boots. He handed one to Booker, keeping the other for himself. Then, Austin slid my shirt over my head, and Booker slid it the rest of the way off, untangling it from the rope.
Booker pulled up on the rope, causing me to crane my neck as it tightened. As my ability to breathe became harder, Austin reached forward and pulled the cups of my bra down so my breasts spilled over the top, full and on display.
