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.
“Fuck,” Darren groaned, his thrusts becoming shorter and harder as he gripped
my hips and emptied himself into me.
Unable to hold myself up, I collapsed onto the table, my heavy breath fogging up
the glass. Before I had a chance to calm down from the high, Darren took my hips
and flipped me over on to my back. He then yanked
