𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘
With my one hand between her legs, I brought the other up, brushing my fingers softly against her warm skin. I loved the way her flesh burned under my touch, how her body seemed to succumb to temptation.
I slid my fingers around her throat. "Do you need me to hurt you to make you cum?"
She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth.
"Answer me, Anna." I tightened my grip around her throat. "Give me the truth, or I won't let you cum."
"Yes," she breathed out. "Yes, sir."
And then I squeezed tighter, my thumb brushing against the skin of her neck. The more I worked her pussy with my fingers, the more pressure I put around her throat.
Her lips fell open, and her eyes closed as she leaned her head back, silently urging me to squeeze harder — which I did.
"Cum," I demanded, my lust was now a raging inferno, threatening to incinerate me. "Cum, now. And I want to hear you."
