Another fantasy of mine is being brought to life.
“We made a list, little Quinn,” Damien whispers beside my ear.
“We checked it twice,” Jensen adds, twirling the strand of lights around my arm, pulling tight.
“And it turns out that—” Micah hesitates, binding my other arm as well. “Our pretty little slut has been naughty.”
My face flushes as I pull hard on the strand, cutting off the circulation at my wrists. “What happens to naughty girls?”
Damien joins me on the bed, his hard, thick cock straining between my slick thighs. “Naughty girls get choked.”
“Do it,” I gasp, and a heated desire ignites within his eyes. “Choke me, daddy.”
“I don’t know if you’re ready for this, princess,” he warns, tracing his thumb over my lips.
Swallowing hard, I stare deeply into his eyes. “Ready for what?”
His face hardens. “The darkest part of me.”
Blinking up at him, I fight away my fears. “Do it,” I whisper. “I want all of you, Ghost, even your demons.”
“Do you trust me, wholeheartedly?”
“Yes,” I answer. “With everything in me.”
“That’s it, baby,” he lets out, locking his fingers around my throat. “Don’t fight it.”
He applies more pressure, making it impossible for me to breathe. But I asked for this. I practically begged for this.
This is a feeling I’m not used to.
“Is that fear in those pretty green eyes?” he smugly asks, cocking his head to the side, studying me. His lips part as he takes in the vulnerable sight of me beneath his body, bound to the headboard and entirely helpless.
Breathless.
In response, I pull hard on the string of lights wrapped around my wrists. And to my own surprise, instead of panicking, I find myself smiling.
Egging him on.
“Yes,” he praises, tightening his grasp, as I begin to slip further and further away. Suddenly, he eases the pressure. “Fuck.” He moans under his breath. “You look so fucking hot with my hand around your throat, Quinn. I can’t take it.”
“More,” I eagerly plead, writhing against him.
“Naughty girl, you thought that was it?” he asks, taunting me, as he cuts off my air supply once more.
Harder. Relentless. Showing me not even the slightest bit of mercy. Oxygen demands to fill my deprived lungs. Even swallowing is impossible. My heart rate accelerates, pounding hard in my chest, while his eyes flicker with amusement.
Watching me closely, I begin to struggle beneath him, and my vision becomes blurry. Damien slowly sinks into me, easing the pressure on my throat, finally granting me permission to breathe.
“Fuck,” he sharply groans, shooting me an intense stare, thrusting deeper. “You good, baby?”
“Yes,” I gasp for air, consumed with a high I wasn’t expecting. “Again,” I urge.
Jensen and Micah step closer, watching us intently.
“Oh, I’m not finished with you yet, Quinn,” Damien breathes, tossing the Santa hat onto the floor and pulling on his Ghostface mask instead. “We’re just getting started.”
Locking his tattooed hand around my throat once more, he presses down, choking me harder. My head becomes light. My eyes begin to water. Adrenaline courses through me as Jensen and Micah pull on their masks as well, bringing me back to Halloween night.
“Keep your eyes open for me,” he instructs. “Do not break eye contact unless you’ve had enough. If it’s too much for you.”