“Shh-itt,” I moan as he sucks and twists while sliding in and out. I feel the six sets of barbells gliding along the walls of my pussy as I match each thrust of his hips.
When he moves his mouth from my nipple, I cry out in protest until he silences me with his hand around my throat, lightly squeezing until my eyes roll back, exposing the whites of my pupils.
“Look at me, Love. Let me see those fucking gorgeous gray eyes turn metallic from how deep I’m inside you.” he orders, using his grip on my throat to pull my mouth to his. His grasp tightens as our tongues dance.
I can feel my vision blurring, but the feel of his cock buried inside of me while he chokes me is mind-altering.
With a nip of his teeth on my lips, he lowers me back down to the mattress, never once loosening his grip. Instead, he squeezes tighter on his downward thrust. My walls clench, attempting to hold him hostage inside me.
“Shit, this pussy is so fucking greedy for me, isn’t it?” he grunts.
I want to bellow ‘yes’ so loud that anyone in a five-mile radius can hear, but Wyatt’s other hand reaches down between us and begins to strum at my clit while tightening his hold around my throat. It’s still not enough for me to feel unsafe or like I’ll pass out. Instead, my body is buzzing at the overstimulation of my senses being worked. My eyes close of their own volition.
“Eyes on me,” he grits out when I squeeze around him. My walls begin to spasm. I can feel my orgasm mounting.
Wyatt’s fingers rub steady circles on my clit as he pistons into me, his dick pumping deeper with each stroke as his hold on my neck tightens to the point of hesitance. The fear is creating a sensation I’ve never felt before. My pussy clamps down hard. My back bows off the bed as choppy squeals fight their way out. I erupt, and my pussy convulses around Wyatt’s dick. I barely hear his cursed orgasm as his thrusts become jerky.
It’s not until I’ve come down that I realize he’s pulled out of me and is wiping me down with a warm cloth that I realize I must have passed out at some point.
“How long have I been out,” I croak, my voice hoarse from my shrill screams.
Wyatt doesn’t stop wiping the sweat from my forehead. “Twenty-three seconds,” he murmurs. He looks like a lost puppy.
“Why the sad face?” I probe.
“I lost control. I didn’t mean to choke you until you lost consciousness. I just wanted to heighten your experience.”
I quirk my lip. “I’m more than okay, Wy. I would’ve stopped you if I truly thought I was in danger. I enjoyed myself. Shit, enjoyed isn’t enough. I fucking loved it.”
He still doesn’t look convinced.
Sighing, I reach my palm up to his face. “Listen, from now on, if we ever do this again and I don’t feel safe, we’ll make a plan beforehand. Deal?” I suggest.
He reluctantly nods.
“Now come lay with me or fuck me again, whichever tickles your fancy,” I joke, making him smile. He scoops me into his chest, resting my cheek against him so I can feel the thump of his heart until it evens out.
Just when I think he’s fallen asleep, he mumbles. “I’ll never hurt you on purpose, Riri. I’ll cut out my own heart first.”
45
SEBASTIAN
It’s the day before fall break, November’s rushing to an end, and I’m searching through the personnel files, combing through all the information, and cross-checking it with what Lev has provided me. It’s taking longer than I expected. Some of the people who work here have interesting pasts. I’ve already recommended the removal of at least three predators, and by removal, I mean time with Owen or Lev. I’d take care of them myself, but I know they need this.
I stare down at Patricia Nelson’s name. She’s quirky, but by all accounts, everything checks out. She likes to spend her nights in the dungeons of Le Toucher. I place her file through the shredder. There’s no need to expose anyone’s private information unnecessarily.
The beeping of my phone signals it’s time for me to wrap this up. Opening my briefcase, I place the stack of files I didn’t get through inside and prepare to leave.
I’m locking up my office when I hear someone approach.
“Damn. I guess I missed office hours,” Ariah mutters.
Placing my keys in my pocket, I reply, “I am done for the break, but if you walk with me, I can see if there’s anything I can help you with.”
She walks alongside me. “I think Miss Taylor has it in for me.”
I grind my back teeth at the mention of her name. One day I’ll be able to hear it and feel nothing— I’m still not there yet.
