She scoots back as much as she can, but her back is up against the wall too soon. “Quinton,” she pleads but goes quiet when I wrap my fingers around her throat.
“Why couldn’t you just tell me the truth?”
“I did,” she wheezes, and I tighten my grip.
Her hands wrap around my wrist, trying to pull me away, but I don’t budge. I need this, I need control. Need to make her submit.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, pushing her tits up and against her shirt. She is not wearing a bra, and I can see her rosy nipples through the thin white fabric. My dick stiffens almost immediately.
“Let go of my wrist and pull down your pants,” I order. Her eyes go wide as if she is shocked by where this is going. “Do it.” I give her slender neck another squeeze before she lets go and starts fumbling with her pajama pants.
Lifting her ass, she pulls them down, taking her panties off in one swoop. When they are bunched up around her knees, I use my free hand to help her pull her good leg out. Never letting go of her neck, I shift around and position myself between her thighs.
“Now undo my pants,” I demand. I can feel her throat swallow on my palm, but she gets to work right away, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. “Put your hands back on my arm and keep them there.”
Again, she does what I tell her without fighting me, which makes me wonder if the fear in her eyes is real. I know at least part of her likes when I treat her like this. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t come so easily when I do.
Her slender fingers wrap around my forearm as her body slowly settles into the mattress like she is forcing herself to relax. I free my cock from my boxers and grip my girth. The wound on my arm still aches with every movement, but I relish in the sting of pain.
Finding her entrance, I rub the tip of my dick through her folds. She isn’t as wet as I need her to be, but I don’t have the patience for foreplay right now.
Sitting up a little straighter, I dip my head down, gather saliva in my cheeks, and spit into my hand that’s holding my dick. I rub my spit onto my length, using it as lube. Aspen doesn’t move the entire time, but I can feel her eyes on me, burning into my skin like a hot iron.
When my cock is covered enough, I guide myself to her entrance. This time I slip inside with ease, groaning at the way her pussy grips me. Her welcoming heat swallows me so perfectly.
I wipe my hand on her sheet before grabbing hold of her hip, my other hand still wrapped around her neck lightly, not squeezing… not yet.
Not too gently, I slide in and out of her cunt. With each thrust, I bury myself so deep, my balls slap against her ass, and her whole body moves up on the bed. It doesn’t take her long before she grows wet for me, and her body becomes pliant in my hold. That’s when I decide to add a little pressure to the side of her throat, on her carotid artery.
She goes from content to being alarmed in a heartbeat. I can feel her blood pumping under my thumb, trying to get through to her brain. Her short but sharp nails dig into my arm, and her panicked gaze begs me to let her go, but that’s not going to happen.
“Q…” she gasps, her bottom lip quivering, and her eyes turning glassy.
I take the pressure off her artery, watching as relief flashes over her face when blood flow returns to her brain.
“Stop fighting me. You’re gonna lie there and let me fuck you however I want. And right now, I want to choke you while fucking you.”
“I thought you were going to kill me,” she admits, taking me by surprise.
Yes, I’m mad at her, furious, actually. I want to hurt her, control her, make her feel helpless, but I don’t want to kill her. I don’t know if I could.
“You know I can’t kill you while we’re here. Not even I can break that rule at Corium. If I could, Matteo would already be dead. Now, shut up and take what I give you.” I tighten my grip, adding pressure to her neck once more. This time, she doesn’t panic. She simply lets me fuck her.
Her eyes flutter closed, but her fingers are still wrapped around my arm. I watch her face carefully as I thrust into her with deep and hard strokes. Every time her face turns from red to pale blue, I release her, give her a few moments reprieve before I choke her again.
Her thighs suddenly start quivering, a soft moan slips from her lips, and then her cunt squeezes me tighter than my hand on her neck. Her back arches, and her head falls back into the pillow. Her pussy pulses around my cock as her orgasm washes over her, and my own comes barreling toward me.
I let go of her neck and lower my body onto hers, hooking my right arm under her shoulder while holding myself up with the left. I pound into her so hard I don’t know where my body ends or hers begins. I come so hard, for a moment, I forget where I am. I forget who we are, our past, and our future. All that matters is her and me.
My balls ache as the last drop of my cum shoots into her tight channel. I’m not sure if she just came again or if her orgasm lasted this whole time, but when I look at her face, I see her sleepy crooked smile. This is how she looks at me right after she comes on my cock. A smile I’m fairly familiar with now.
For a moment, I just stare at her, using the post-sex haze over my brain to suppress reality, and I simply admire her beauty. Even with her face red, her hair a mess, and mascara smeared, she is so fucking beautiful. I could get lost in her. Maybe I already have. She is like a siren, and I’m a stupid sailor heading blindly to my death.
All too soon, the hormonal fog lifts from my mind, and I sober. “Are you still taking the pill I gave you?” I ask when I realize I just came inside of her without protection… again.
“Yes, but I’m almost out, and I obviously didn’t take it for a few days. So, if you’re going to come and randomly fuck me, you might want to use a condom next time.”
“There won’t be a next time.” I pull out of her, and we both wince at the loss. “I think you are enjoying this way too much. This was the last time.” I get off the bed and turn away from her. I don’t want to see her face when I say the next words. “I’m bored with you. Time to find someone else.”
I tuck my now limp dick back into my pants as I exit the room. The door falls shut behind me, and an empty feeling spreads out in my chest. A deep ache forms inside that empty spot, begging to be filled with something I can’t have.
She did this to me. She lied to my face.
I keep reminding myself of these things, forcing myself to head back to my room instead of turning back to hers. I need to stay away from her before she pulls me under completely.