Page 137 of Spark

I was then instantly flipped over on to my back, and my throat caught in the tight grip of Darren’s hand. His gaze was menacing, his jaw clenched, and his eyes dark with fury. I thought my heart was going to stop just so it wouldn’t be noticed by him. But of course, as usual, my pussy was begging to be noticed.

“Lie to me again, Jaden.” His voice was so deep I almost didn’t recognize it. I felt myself trembling under him as his grip slowly began to tighten, my hands reaching around the wrist that held me of their own volition. “What else did she say?”

Ah, fuck. I didn’t want to give the poor girl away, giving up information she probably shouldn’t have been delivering. I wondered if it was better to lie and suffer Darren’s consequences than throw her under the bus. At least I knew I would live through mine. But the longer I thought about it, the tighter Darren’s grip became.

“She asked me if I was with you,” I croaked out against the pressure. “She knew who you were.”

“And what did you tell her?” he asked, his face now passive, but the death in his eyes remained. I was seriously struggling for breath now as tears began to well at the corners of my eyes.

“I said ‘yes.’”

His grip loosened slightly. “What else?”

I stole a quick gasp of breath before answering. “She was sold the same way I was.”

He turned his head and scowled. He wanted more info than that. His grip tightened again when I hesitated, causing a new gush of heat to pool between my legs.

“She works at the underground clubs of Vegas. She does what she’s told,” I gasped out.

“Evidently not,” he replied.

“That’s all,” I bit out quickly. I could feel all the blood rushing in my face, my lungs bursting with need. “Please, Darren.”

“Please, what?” he asked with a sneer.

“Don’t. Hurt. Her.” Each word was a breathless struggle.

He tilted his head to the side and smirked, squeezing even harder and sending little electric jolts to my clit.

“I plan to do the exact opposite of that.”

I felt myself crumble inside. Not a lot of people know what it’s like to be choked, but it’s far less than pleasant. The eyes water, pressure builds in the head, eyes, and chest, and awful gurgling sounds croak from your mouth. I didn’t know what suddenly came over me, but the urge to fight returned ten-fold. I wasn’t going to lay there and let him choke me out anymore. Not when I could still do something about it.

I lifted my legs faster than I thought possible, the top of my left foot instantly pressing into the back of Darren’s neck, while the bottom of my right foot pressed into the front of his neck, effectively choking him with my feet.

He seemed momentarily surprised at first, a flicker of pride flashing across his face, but it was gone in an instant as he found his airways quickly compromised. I expected harsh retribution from him, but instead, he just chuckled and reached between my legs. Shock overcame me as he easily bypassed the G-string thong and plunged his two fingers into my wet pussy.

I gasped so loud it could have easily been mistaken as a scream. He stroked me exactly the way my pussy craved it, knowing full well how badly my body wanted it. I fought to contain the pressure at his throat, fighting the tremors in my legs as he massaged every waking inch of my core, all the while strengthening the grip around my throat to the point where my oxygen supply wasn’t just lacking, it was completely cut off.

My hands went for his thumb, the one pressing against the side of my neck, hoping to pull it back and out of its locked place, but my hands wouldn’t seem to work. I couldn’t focus on anything aside from what he was doing to my very eager, very greedy, and very moronic pussy. My legs were turning into jelly as they held him in place. My grip loosened, and even though I had him in a very decent choke, he was still able to withstand it as if he could do it all day. I hated him.

And before I knew it, I was fucking coming and losing control of everything. My orgasm lasted three seconds before my legs finally gave out, giving Darren the opportunity to escape my choke and flip me on to my stomach. He was inside me before my first breath.

I sucked in air like a fucking vacuum, unable to get enough. Darren pounding into me from behind only slightly distracted me. I bit down on my lip until I tasted blood, doing everything I could to keep my moans to myself, but Darren wasn’t having any of that. He gripped my hair and pulled my head back off the table.

“I don’t know what’s suddenly gotten into you, but you should know better than this,” he said, his voice calm and terrifying. “I told you a long time ago I was done concerning myself with every one of your petty little needs. You haven’t earned my respect for those just yet, so keep that in mind the next time you want to make an argument about feelings and pointless friendships. I’ve sheltered you, fed you, protected and provided for you, yet you still have the nerve to expect more from me like some entitled little brat.”

I struggled against the glass of the table, wanting to push myself up, but Darren wasn’t letting me. His hand struck my ass so hard I couldn’t help but tense up. Each strike was excruciating, burning my skin while my nails clawed the table. I couldn’t form words, couldn’t summon an ounce of physical control over my body, since my only capability was getting fucked. And I hated how goddamn good it felt.

“You’re fucking soaked, Jaden. And it’s all for me,” he drawled in my ear.

Darren fucked me in earnest, hard and punishing, just the way I liked it. I moaned as my nails grated against the glass table, my lungs gasping for air in the awkward position he had me.

“You’re mine, little girl. Every privilege I give you is a gift, not a right. And it can all be easily taken away. You need to remember that. Do you understand me?”

I was going to come. I was going to fucking come all over again, right there, just like that.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I moaned in complete ecstasy as my orgasm lit my body on fire.

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