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I try to cry out, but his hold tightens, restricting the blood flow by pressing on my carotid artery, cutting off the last of my air. My neck feels tight, and as I try to pull in a little bit of air, it feels like I have razor blades in my throat.
With each deep thrust, he keeps pressure on my neck. My lungs start to burn, and black spots appear at the edges of my vision. Just when I think panic is about to set in, all I can feel is Evan, and my mind lets go.
I focus on the fucking glorious feeling of his cock hitting me deep inside, of his piercing dragging over my sensitive walls. I allow the sensations of the hot water hitting my body to wash over me, as the cool from the tiles makes my nipples ache. The pressure from his hands against my neck, and the sharp burning in my lungs, only enhance the pure pleasure that’s coursing through my body.
I’ve always liked a little pain with my pleasure, and this gives me everything I love.
My walls clamp down on Evan’s cock as my orgasm approaches. I try to tell him, to beg him to let me come, but I can’t speak with the way he holds my throat. I don’t need to use my words, as he’s so in tune with my body that he just knows.
“Are you going to come on my cock like a good girl?” he whispers. “Actually, when you’re spread and dripping for me like this, I don’t think you’re a good girl at all. I think you’re my dirty little slut.”
His thrusts become more frantic and uncoordinated as every dirty filthy word makes my body shiver, and my orgasm hits me hard. As I fall over the edge, Evan releases my throat, just in time for me to scream my release, before I desperately gasp in as much air as my burning lungs can take.
The head rush that comes from him allowing blood flow back to my head floods my system, bright lights flashing on the edges of my vision as my ears ring from the intensity. It’s so fucking intense and overwhelming when combined with my orgasm hitting me at the same time, I feel like my head’s swimming.
My body trembles and Evan moves his hands back to my hips, making sure to hold me up, as my orgasm ripples through my body, causing my muscles to tense. My pussy walls clamp tightly around Evan’s cock, and that’s all he needs to fall over the edge with me.
He shoots his load deep inside my dripping cunt, my walls milking him for every last drop, as he roars with his release. Each of his panting breaths tickle my ear, as his chest rests gently against my back. He holds us closer together, so we can ride out the orgasm in each other's arms.
When we’ve both caught our breath, he turns me around, making sure to keep hold of me as my legs are like jelly. My pussy feels empty as he slips out, his cum dripping down my thighs as the shower helps to wash it away. He captures my lips with his in a searing kiss, before he gently runs a finger over my throat.
“Are you okay?” he asks, sounding a little uncertain. “Did I go too far?”
I shake my head. “No! I would have used my safe sign if you did. I know to tap you three times if it gets too much. I still love breath play, and I meant what I said… I trust you.”
A small smile starts to turn up the corners of his lips, but he quickly stops himself. “I got caught up in the moment when Icalled you a slut. I’m sorry for doing that without checking with you first.”
I reach up and place my hand on his cheek, loving the way he leans into my touch. “I’m not sorry. I like being dirty for you,” I reply with a wink. He looks like he’s going to say more, but I cut him off. “Don’t get all moody on me. We’ve already taken up more time than we planned. Let’s get showered and dressed, so you can prepare me for your family’s meeting while we get coffee.”
He groans loudly. “Urgh, I’d almost forgotten all about my family. Your tight cunt really does have magical powers, you know,” he replies with a chuckle.
It takes all our effort not to touch each other sexually, and to concentrate on just finishing the shower. But eventually, we get out, dress, and go down to the kitchen with some time to spare.
I put some bread in the toaster as Evan prepares the coffee. Once we’re both sitting at the kitchen island, I turn towards him, waiting patiently for him to start the conversation I know he’s been avoiding all morning.
“It’s been almost two months since you arrived here, which means…you are due to perform as the headliner at Club Crimson this weekend. The family meeting is to discuss what we’re going to do about it,” Evan says through gritted teeth, looking a little pale with each word.
I’m in the middle of lifting my coffee mug to my lips, and I freeze, all the horrors of my time with The Sheriff come flooding back. Before I know it, Evan has jumped down from his stool and is standing behind me, wrapping his big strong arms around my shoulders as he pulls my back against his front.
He places a kiss against my temple as he lowers my mug to the counter. Each movement is slow and soft, so as to not scare me further, and that makes me want to cry even more. I don’t want Evan to see me as breakable.
“Hey, Angel…listen to me. I promise, I won’t let that asshole anywhere near you. That’s why we’re having the meeting. To come up with a plan so you don’t get hurt. Okay?” he whispers in my ear reassuringly, before peppering little kisses across my cheek and neck.
He’s not starting anything, he’s just showing me how much he cares, and it’s more comforting than I think even he realises.
I nod, unable to find the right words. Memories I’ve tried to forget flash through my mind like they happened just yesterday. All the girls I helped after their ‘performances’. I still remember helping Lilly bathe and clean all their cuts and bruises. I held girls younger than me as they sobbed, shaking in my arms, asking if all men would treat them like that.
Every time I cared for someone after a performance, all I could think is that I was lucky to be protected, even just in a small way. I had it bad, but others had it much, much worse. How the hell did I forget about them?
I’ve been shacked up here with Evan, feeling safe, falling in love all over again, whilst they’re stuck in hell, waiting for me to come and save them—like I promised I would. Guilt and shame ripples through my body, and my stomach twists, making me feel sick.
“Are we going to save the girls?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Evan places his hands over my cheeks and tilts my head so that I’m looking up at him. His emerald-green eyes sparkle with intensity as he strokes his thumb below my eyes. “If that’s what you want, we will save them all.”
The tears I’d been trying to keep away make my eyes misty, and as I blink, a few rogue ones slide down my cheek. Evan’s quick to wipe them away, placing a tender kiss over the place he just touched. My heart aches at how fucking sweet this man can be.
“I know it sounds stupid, but I feel so guilty. I’m here with you…and I’m so happy, whilst they’re still stuck in hell. I feel like I shouldn’t be allowed even a moment of happiness while they’re in pain,” I confess, gripping onto his wrist, just so I can feel his warmth, to have him ground me.
