Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
My balls tightened, and my body stilled with the most mind-blowing orgasm I’d ever experienced.
Lars was the first person I’d ever fucked that I cared about. I’d heard people say sex was better when emotions were involved, and I would’ve said it was drivel before tonight. But after being with Lars, I understood it was an absolute truth.
I pulled out of Lars. “Don’t move.” Bending, I pulled his ass apart, enjoying how my cum slowly trickled from his hole. I grabbed his cock and delved my tongue into his asshole, tasting myself while bringing Lars to the edge.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he screamed as ropes of hot liquid coated my palm.
Gripping his hair, I lifted Lars, placed him on his back, and presented him with my cum-stained hand before sucking my fingers dry.
“Can I please have some?” Lars asked.
I wrapped my hand firmly around his throat, restricting his breath. He parted his lips, and I spat our combined cum into his mouth before crushing my lips to his.
17
Lars
A haze clouds my mind. Thoughts of Billie, my rage, and self-pity collide, making logic impossible.
Cain steps close and wraps his hand around my throat, subduing me by forcing me to my knees. “Calm the fuck down.”
“Cain, what are you doing?” Billie screeches, kicking out at him. “Cain, stop! Look at him. He can’t breathe.”
“Maybe that’s not a bad thing,” Cain spits. “He’s not doing himself or anyone else any good breathing right now.”
Billie lowers her head, sinking her teeth into Cain’s arm. She doesn’t let go, and blood trickles from her mouth, gliding along his skin.
Cain laughs as he grabs her. “You forget that shit turns me on. Is it an invitation to fuck you?”
Billie kicks out again, missing his legs with each swing. “Put me down, you moron. What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you on something other than weed?”
Cain holds her with one hand as if she weighs no more than a feather. If it comes to it, Cain could subdue us both. “I don’t touch chemicals. I’m so sick and tired of his bullshit. He needs to heal, and I’m gonna make him. If any part of you still cares about him, Tinkerbell, you’ll sit on that chair over there and keep your mouth shut while I deal with him.”
I expect Billie to tear into him. Call him names and storm out of the room. But to my surprise, when Cain puts her down, Billie nods and sits in the chair.
Cain’s focus returns to me, where I kneel before him. “Now, to deal with you. Your mouth has been off the rails, so I think it’s time to fill it.” He pulls his pants down and his cock bobs in front of my face. “Open up, baby boy.”
Parting my lips is difficult because of Cain’s grip on my throat, but I like it. My dick is hard and ready at the idea of losing consciousness from strangulation. I’ve often wondered why I get off on asphyxiation. When I was younger, I assumed it was because I was fucked in the head, but that’s not the case. Being choked out allows my brain to shut down. When I’m clamoring to draw breath, I can’t focus on the other dramas infesting my life. The act centers me. Guess you could say breath play is my personal method of therapy.
“Cain, he can’t breathe.” Billie’s voice is a gentle whisper in the background.
“He needs it,” Cain answers her. “Trust me, I’ve been doing this shit to him for ten years. Grab the belt on the dresser.”
Billie looks uncertain. “Why? What are you going to do with it?”
“Goddamn it, Billie, if you don’t grab that belt, I’ll stop what I’m doing and turn your ass black and blue. Now be a good girl, shut the fuck up, and do as you’re told.”
Billie jumps out of the chair and hurries to the dresser, grabbing the belt and placing it in Cain’s free hand. I’m not surprised she didn’t sass him. In her heart, Billie is a sub and Cain a true dominant. She doesn’t stand a chance.
I gasp for breath as Cain’s fingers loosen on my neck. But my relief is short-lived as he replaces his hand with the cool leather of the belt.
My mouth closes, and Cain pulls the belt, constricting my airway.
“I didn’t tell you to shut your mouth, baby boy.”
Gasps explode from my mouth, bombarding the room, and my hands instinctively fly to the belt.
“Cain, stop!” Billie screams.
“Billie, you think I’d do this if we had nothing put into place? He knows what to do if it’s too much.”
“What if he doesn’t?” Billie asks, her voice barely a whisper.
“Oh, Billie, you’re not that special. Don’t get me wrong, we fuckin’ love you, and we’ll do anything to get you back. But he’s not gonna kill himself for you. He knows what suicide does to the people you leave behind, and he’d never do that to you and me. If he did, I’d chase him to hell and torture him for all eternity.”