Page 72 of His Pet

I say nothing and Lorenzo smiles, as devious as the day I met him. His canines peek at me, and a shiver runs down my spine. I’m not afraid of this side of him anymore. My throbbing clit can attest to that.

“Do you trust me, Kitty?”

“I told you to stop—”

He squeezes and my air supply is abruptly cut off. He releases and I cough. Adrenaline races through my blood, and my body heats. I want him to fuck me. Right now, just fuck me. Please.

“I don’t like the deal we made. I’d like to make a new one.”

I breathe deeply with his hand around my throat, and he continues when I don’t say anything.

“I want to call you whatever the fuck I want.”

“And in return?” I ask, anticipating the squeeze that doesn’t come.

Lorenzo tilts his head and stares off for a moment as if he doesn’t already know.

“And I’ll make you come harder than you ever have.”

“I think I’ll be the judge of that.”

He flashes me those canines again and bends to kiss me. It doesn’t last as long as I’d like, and I whimper when he pulls away and moves his mouth to my ear.

“You’ll have to really trust me, though. Can you do that?”

He pulls back to read me as I consider it. I don’t have to. My mind is dizzy with desire, and I’d let him throw me in a barrel of honey if he said he’d make me come harder.

“We’ve already come this far, haven’t we?”

Lorenzo chuckles and shakes his head. “Just say it, Kitty.”

I swallow, my throat rippling against the pressure of Lorenzo’s hand. “I trust you.”

Lorenzo lowers and presses his lips to mine, and I eagerly find his tongue. He presses into me, and a guttural moan crawls up my throat. There’s more pressure on my throat when he begins moving inside me, but he doesn’t squeeze.

I wait for it, my body slightly tense with anticipation and anxiety.

He rips his mouth from mine and increases his pace. I close my eyes as he fucks me, trying to concentrate on his hand around my throat so I see it coming. But the sensations in my core take precedent, and my tension melts to goo along with the rest of me.

“Lorenzo,” I moan, lifting my hips to meet each thrust.

He pounds into me harder, and my senses pick up the smell of sweat. Sex. The sound and vibration of the headboard hitting the wall. The bed shifting.

I moan and wrap my legs around him tight, my heels digging into his back. He’s close, but I need him closer, if only it were possible.

“I fucking love your tight little pussy,” he says, his voice heady.

The fire inside me roars, and I open my eyes. My lips part and I inhale quick breaths. I’m getting ready to burst.

My core winds tight, and before the euphoria can rush through my body, Lorenzo squeezes my throat, and I can’t breathe.

My lungs try to pull in air and panic instantly jolts me into reality, but it’s too late. I’m already at the edge of the precipice and I’m falling over.

Better yet, I’m jumping.

White light bursts in my vision and my mouth opens wide without any sound escaping. Electricity fires from my core to every cell in my body, and the shock must throw me into the air because I swear to God I fly.

Nothing registers. The hand around my throat, Lorenzo’s body, my weight against the bed. None of it. I’m no longer a person and now a vessel for ecstasy.

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