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After a few moments he lifted his head away from me and looked straight into my eyes, his expression suddenly sombre. Keeping most of his weight on one hand, he placed the other around my throat.
It was an entirely involuntary reaction, but my entirebody went stiff. Just having his fingers resting there made me nervous. I closed my eyes, trying to hide my nerves, but his voice was firm.
‘Look at me.’
It took a couple of deep, steadying breaths before I could open my eyes and meet his gaze. When I did his look was serious, but calm.
‘Do you trust me?’
I’d repeatedly let him tie me up and given him the key to my flat and an open invitation to come round and assault me in my sleep. If the answer was ‘no’ I was clearly an idiot, but even so, saying it aloud felt like a big step.
‘Yes, I trust you,’ I said, my voice quiet and a little shy, because I did, and part of me was wondering how the fuck that could be when I had only met him so relatively recently.
He nodded, and put pressure on my throat, making it hard for me to breathe. I gasped, my breathing rasping as I tried to drag air into my lungs, watching him watching me, making sure that I was OK. As he let go, again after a couple of seconds, I felt a surge of adrenaline, and surprise at how this turned me on, and it really had, if my involuntary hip bucking underneath him as he choked me was anything to go by.
We kept fucking, alternating between leisurely bucking and moments when he grabbed me by the throat. He held my neck for longer as I began to get used to it, but still never for more than a few seconds at a time. I loved the feeling of it – the powerlessness, the restriction, paired with the lustful, greedy look he would get on his face and the way he would fuck me harder, pounding me till it wasalmost hurting but at the same time getting me closer to a second orgasm. Finally he choked me one last time – with the most pressure and for the longest period so far – as my orgasm hit again. My back arched with the force of it and he released his grip round my throat, so I could take in a deep, dizzying lungful of air as I came. My frenzied movements seemed to push him over the edge, with him coming inside me a few short seconds afterwards, moaning out his own pleasure. Thankfully he didn’t collapse onto the clamps afterwards, instead lying down carefully next to me again, looking slightly more mussed himself now.
We were both still breathing heavily as he untied my hands and carefully removed the nipple clamps, rubbing feeling gently back into my aching nipples as they began to tingle painfully back into life.
Finally, he leaned down the bed and grabbed the duvet, covering us both up and enveloping me in a cuddle. We chatted about how things had gone and how I had found being choked, and then I dozed off, waking only to the smell of bacon and freshly brewed coffee – to top it all off Adam had brought breakfast in his bag of supplies.
As fantasies go the reality was pretty bloody amazing. It made me suddenly desperate to think about all the other things I wanted to try, happy I had a partner in crime I could do them with. Although not
that
way, because obviously we weren’t going to be dating. We’d decided. Obviously.
Fuck. Who was I kidding?
CHAPTER FOUR
The next few weeks passed in a further flurry of emails and texts messages, mixed with some truly memorable late-night phone conversations – and an increasing number of visits. Adam would come round, we would do scandalous things to each other and then, once we were both exhausted and sated, he would do the long journey home to minimise faff for his early starts to work.
But then slowly things began to change. He still came round of an evening, but we would eat together. He took me out for a leisurely curry one night. We jumped each other afterwards (albeit tentatively – we’d eaten a
lot
of curry) but spending time together where we weren’t having sex was beginning to be
It was an entirely involuntary reaction, but my entirebody went stiff. Just having his fingers resting there made me nervous. I closed my eyes, trying to hide my nerves, but his voice was firm.
‘Look at me.’
It took a couple of deep, steadying breaths before I could open my eyes and meet his gaze. When I did his look was serious, but calm.
‘Do you trust me?’
I’d repeatedly let him tie me up and given him the key to my flat and an open invitation to come round and assault me in my sleep. If the answer was ‘no’ I was clearly an idiot, but even so, saying it aloud felt like a big step.
‘Yes, I trust you,’ I said, my voice quiet and a little shy, because I did, and part of me was wondering how the fuck that could be when I had only met him so relatively recently.
He nodded, and put pressure on my throat, making it hard for me to breathe. I gasped, my breathing rasping as I tried to drag air into my lungs, watching him watching me, making sure that I was OK. As he let go, again after a couple of seconds, I felt a surge of adrenaline, and surprise at how this turned me on, and it really had, if my involuntary hip bucking underneath him as he choked me was anything to go by.
We kept fucking, alternating between leisurely bucking and moments when he grabbed me by the throat. He held my neck for longer as I began to get used to it, but still never for more than a few seconds at a time. I loved the feeling of it – the powerlessness, the restriction, paired with the lustful, greedy look he would get on his face and the way he would fuck me harder, pounding me till it wasalmost hurting but at the same time getting me closer to a second orgasm. Finally he choked me one last time – with the most pressure and for the longest period so far – as my orgasm hit again. My back arched with the force of it and he released his grip round my throat, so I could take in a deep, dizzying lungful of air as I came. My frenzied movements seemed to push him over the edge, with him coming inside me a few short seconds afterwards, moaning out his own pleasure. Thankfully he didn’t collapse onto the clamps afterwards, instead lying down carefully next to me again, looking slightly more mussed himself now.
We were both still breathing heavily as he untied my hands and carefully removed the nipple clamps, rubbing feeling gently back into my aching nipples as they began to tingle painfully back into life.
Finally, he leaned down the bed and grabbed the duvet, covering us both up and enveloping me in a cuddle. We chatted about how things had gone and how I had found being choked, and then I dozed off, waking only to the smell of bacon and freshly brewed coffee – to top it all off Adam had brought breakfast in his bag of supplies.
As fantasies go the reality was pretty bloody amazing. It made me suddenly desperate to think about all the other things I wanted to try, happy I had a partner in crime I could do them with. Although not
that
way, because obviously we weren’t going to be dating. We’d decided. Obviously.
Fuck. Who was I kidding?
CHAPTER FOUR
The next few weeks passed in a further flurry of emails and texts messages, mixed with some truly memorable late-night phone conversations – and an increasing number of visits. Adam would come round, we would do scandalous things to each other and then, once we were both exhausted and sated, he would do the long journey home to minimise faff for his early starts to work.
But then slowly things began to change. He still came round of an evening, but we would eat together. He took me out for a leisurely curry one night. We jumped each other afterwards (albeit tentatively – we’d eaten a
lot
of curry) but spending time together where we weren’t having sex was beginning to be
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