Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77016 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“It does seem unlike you.”
“It does. Now. Then? I can’t really tell you. I was young and horny, and she was offering.”
She scoffs. “Men are pigs.”
I chuckle. “I suppose I should be offended by that.”
“And you’re not?”
I shake my head. “I’m not. Men—especially young men—have the habit of thinking with the wrong head.”
“You don’t do that.”
“No, I don’t. Not anymore.”
Not since that time in my life.
“Go on,” she says.
Chapter Forty-Four
I didn’t bind her that first time. I simply made her stay on her hands and knees while I flogged her ass until it was pink. Then I fucked her from behind.
…
“Skye?”
She exhales. “Yeah?”
“You okay?”
She waits a few seconds. “Yes. It’s just harder than I thought to hear you say you fucked her.”
“I did fuck her. You already know that.”
She inhales again. Exhales. “I know. But hearing you say it…”
“Would you prefer a little less detail?”
“Maybe. Let’s keep it on a need-to-know basis, okay? Explain what happened and what the final result was.”
“Without explaining how we got there?”
“Fuck.” She bites her lower lip. “I don’t know.”
“I wasn’t planning to paint a picture in your mind, Skye. All I said was I flogged her and then I fucked her. To me, that’s not a lot of detail. I’m hardly painting a picture.”
“But you are painting a picture. I’m an artist. I see pictures in everything. How do you think I figure out what to photograph?”
“Then you’re creating the picture yourself.”
“I know.”
“You want me to fast forward?”
“Maybe just a little.”
“Good enough.”
I’m happy to fast forward. This story is excruciating to tell.
…
The affair went on for several weeks. We got together on my days off and experimented with BDSM. I bound her wrists, her ankles, sometimes all four appendages. And I spanked her and flogged her. I was content to leave it there.
But Addison wanted more.
When I refused to go further, she began the stalking again.
She showed up at my workplace and my apartment.
I did some reading up and finally consented to go further.
We began with more elaborate bondage. Eventually I added some sensory deprivation and experimented with hot and cold.
It was Addison who brought up erotic asphyxiation.
…
“So that’s why it’s your hard limit,” Skye says.
“Because she brought it up? No.”
“Then why?”
“For God’s sake, Skye. Be patient.”
She sighs and nods. Patience is not her virtue, and we both know it.
“I did some research,” I say. “I thought I could handle it.”
“And you couldn’t?”
“I’ve told you before. We were both inexperienced. Totally in over our heads.”
…
After a lot of research, I was ready to bind Addie’s neck and try some minimal choking. The scene started with getting us both worked up through a series of flogging and breast play and then going to oral. When Addie was good and turned on, I tied a loop around her neck, kind of like a doggie choke collar.
I gave it a yank right when the orgasm was imminent, and Addie came.
“That was incredible!” she exclaimed when it was over.
I admitted it was amazing to watch. Amazing to exert that amount of control over another person’s pleasure.
I thought I’d found my calling. I was good at this. Good at taking control. At dominating. Perhaps I was a Dominant after all, though I disliked labels.
We practiced neck binding and breath control several more times, each time with me taking more and more of her air to induce erotic asphyxiation.
Until the last time—
…
My heart rate has increased, and I’m breathing more rapidly.
Forced meditation. Cold plunge. Clear your mind…
“You can’t stop now,” Skye says. “I just got used to the image in my mind of you going down on her. This isn’t fair.”
“This isn’t easy for me to talk about.” God, she has no idea.
“You’ve come this far.”
I breathe in, nod, and continue.
…
I was hard, so hard, and I had Addie going. Her eyes were closed, and I’d teased her with a few small yanks. “You want more?” I asked.
“Yes. Please, sir.”
Another soft yank. “More?”
“Yes, sir. Please.” Her voice was breathy, airy.
I circled her clit with my fingers while, with my other hand, I pulled on the restraint around her neck. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to choke you. Hard.”
“Yes, sir,” she said. “I want you to choke me hard. Harder, please, sir.”
I gave the rope one last yank as I thrust my cock into her.
It didn’t take long for me to come, and when I withdrew… She was limp. Addie had gone limp.
“Addie?”
No response.
I moved her onto her back. Her eyes were closed, her neck still bound. Quickly I removed the rope. “Addie! Wake up!”
I placed my fingers at her neck. Thank God. Her pulse was light, but it was there.
What the hell had I done?
911. Call 911. And tell them what? That I’d choked a woman in my bed? Not the best idea.
I patted her cheek. Soft at first, and then harder. “Come on! Wake up, Addie! Come on!”