Choke Me

by Ker Dukey

Little lamb, you’ve fucked up by coming to the lion’s den. I’m hungry for you, baby. I have your scent now. There’s no getting away.

Her body was created to be dominated—to be breathless—free on the edge of euphoria and beyond it.

I’m Ren fucking Hayes. I don’t cuddle. I choke and suck and fuck. But one yawn from Nat and it’s clear to me. Tonight, I’m going to cuddle, goddammit.

You don’t catch a beautiful girl by her throat and let her get away. No, you keep her. And you count every second you have with her. One. Two. Three. Breathe.