Lena

 

 

"I'm not done with you."

His words cut into my sweet vertigo, causing me to finally open my eyes after the climax has receded completely. I squint as my eyes are met with unusually bright light. The room’s only light is the daylight shining in through the windows, which are fogged with snow vortexes, but it feels as if I have spotlights directed toward my face.

I can feel his hands moving along the insides of my legs, sliding up to my knees, applying less pressure than before. I squint dizzily at him, casting him a lopsided smile while I struggle to find my bearings.

"That was...," I breathe, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Weird."

"Weird?" he repeats, chuckling. "Not the reaction I expected."

I want to say something more, but I'm distracted when he hooks my legs with his arms and pulls me off the sofa. He prevents me from plopping down on the floor by catching me at the last moment, my head idly resting on the cushions as my ass meets the floor, his arms still locked under my legs.

"Don't get too comfortable," he warns, leaning forward and reaching around my back.

He unties the knot from around my wrists, but then moves my arms to the front and reties the knot. I watch as he closes the robe’s belt around my wrists, securing it tightly before he lifts me by the shoulders. He reaches behind me, grabbing the robe and sprawling it out on the floor next to me.

I watch him curiously, my tied-up hands resting in my lap as he considers his next move.

"Are you on birth control?"

The question hits me by surprise, but I nod.

"Yes, I've been on the pill forever."

"Good," he says. He grabs me by the shoulders again and turns me around, pushing me to lie down. I can't support myself because of my tied-up arms, so he slowly lowers me down to the floor. Once I'm lying on my back, he is on top of me in an instant, his face hovering over mine, so close that I can feel the warmth of his breath on my lips.

"Then you won't mind if I fuck you bare."

I gasp. It's a statement, not a question. My heart is hammering with excitement when he grabs my hands and pulls them up and over my head. He pins them down with one hand and leans in for a kiss. He's gentle at first, exploring, as if he was tasting me for the very first time. I can taste a hint of myself on his lips, and it fuels me with a new wave of desire.

He lets go of my hands, but I know I'm not supposed to move them, so they remain resting above my head, as if he was still pinning them down to the floor.

I gasp when he straightens up and reaches down between my legs, toying with my wet center as he begins stroking his length with his other hand. Lust transforms his face as he finds his rhythm, pleasuring both of us at the same time. I squirm under his watchful eyes, spreading my legs and encouraging him by shifting my hips toward him.

He doesn't need to be told twice. The tip of his cock parts my lips, and he continues massaging my clit. I beam up at him, awaiting his assault.

It comes with sudden savagery. He pistons forward, stretching my core with one fierce thrust as he slides into me. I groan in appreciation when I take him in. It hurts, just as it hurt yesterday. He throws caution to the wind when ramming his massive girth inside of me - and I love it.

He fucks like a beast, shoving himself in and out of me almost viciously as my insides stretch to accommodate him. His hands sink into the flesh around my hips as he lifts me up, exerting even more power over me. I feel like a rag doll, helpless under his ferocious touch.

But there's one thing missing. One thing I'm almost too scared to ask for, because it's a perilous thing to wish for.

"Choke me!"

The plea escapes my lips before I can stop myself. "Please, Jason. Choke me."

He looks alarmed for a moment, and for a split second, I regret making that request. It's too weird, too dangerous. Am I even allowed to ask for something like this?

He's happy to oblige. A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth when his hand closes around my throat. He doesn't apply any pressure at first, only resting his hand there, his fingers loosely wrapped around my neck while he continues to fuck me like a savage.

"Please..."

My voice sounds like that of a stranger. I don't recognize it, not at all. This could be anyone, a strange girl asking her predator to choke her until she passes out.

But I'm the one asking for it. I want it so badly.

Finally, he gives into my longing. His grip tightens around my throat. At first, it's barely enough to do more than hold me in place as he thrusts into me, but the pressure grows stronger with every shove. Every time his cock spreads my tight walls, he increases the pressure on my neck.

He varies the degree of force on me, tightening and easing the grip on my throat in a steady rhythm, cutting off air and giving me room to breathe. My breathing turns erratic and the ceiling above me begins to turn as a new kind of vertigo sets in. I wonder if this is what it feels like to be high? This dizziness, the disorientation, the sizzling pleasure...

"Come with me."

His voice is muffled. I can barely see or hear him, even when I try to focus. It's as if my mind is surrounded by thick, heavy clouds, like the ones outside dumping the heavy snow. Nothing I ever experienced compares to this strange ecstasy.

His hands close around my throat, harder than before. And this time, he leaves it like that. I can't breathe. Not this second, and not the next.

"Come."

I never thought I'd be able to follow through on the command, but I do. Just as the words leave his lips, I can feel the warmth flooding over me. My lips part as I gasp for air I cannot inhale. My face contorts as if I was being tortured, but it is pleasure that overwhelms me.

Even in my spaced-out state, I can feel him pulsating inside me when he finds his release. My muscles are clenching around him as if I want to stop him from ever leaving me. He forces himself into me one, two more times, before he freezes.

We remain like this, frozen like a stature, two lovers in the midst of delight, peaking in unison.

I mirror his frantic panting when he lets go of my throat, gasping for the precious air that's been stolen from me for the past few seconds. Breathing has never felt better, and it's never been more overwhelming. The more oxygen I'm able to get into my lungs, the clearer my mind becomes, and the stronger the ache that's taken a hold of my body.

He's still inside me, still hard, when he leans down on top of me, resting on his elbows, his face close to mine.

"You...," he breathes. Just that one word.

You.

I'm bereft of words, unable to fathom what just happened, let alone comment on it.

Luckily, I don't have to say a word. He understands, because he's been there, and whatever just happened to me, happened to him, too.