Chokehold (A Series Of Erotic One Night Stands #1)

Prologue

Damien

Present Day

Slowly trailing the pad of my fingers down her neck, I watch intently as the goosebumps erupt over her skin. She’s exactly where I need her to be… needy and wanting.

“Drop to your fucking knees,” I command, my voice stern, whispering directly into her ear as I pull back and our eyes connect.

Amber’s dark brown eyes widen in response, her surprise evident. Our dynamic has been in place for weeks now, but while our foreplay usually consists of her pleasure—mainly because I get off on it—not tonight. Tonight is different.

I can see the objection on her face before she even has a chance to speak the words. Yet, she’s brave enough to challenge me anyway. “I want your tongue on—”

“Greedy little thing…” I interject, trailing off, my laughter almost cynical. Taking a step closer toward her, I leave our faces merely an inch apart from connecting. My hands find their way to her hips, pulling her to me, ensuring my fingers dig into her flesh and leave their mark. “Aren’t you?”

I don’t fail to notice the shiver that clearly runs through her body in response.

“I’ll say it once more before losing my patience,” I say firmly, keeping my voice low, the threat evident in my tone. “Knees…now.”

All traces of fight leave her as she sinks to her knees, looking up at me with dark, hooded eyes, waiting for my next instruction.

“Mmm,” I groan out. “You can be such a good fucking girl for me when you want to, can’t you?”

Threading my hands through her hair, I give it a soft tug, guiding her head to tip back and her eyes to meet mine.

“Damien,” she moans my name, and the sound of it has my cock throbbing.

“Shh, shh, shh,” I coo as I free my cock from the confines of my tailored pants.

I watch her intently as I stroke myself from shaft to tip, her breath growing heavy with need and desire.

“All I want to hear out of that pretty mouth is you saying that you’re going to be a good girl for me.

” I rub the head of my cock over her bottom lip, purposefully leaving a small trail of precum behind.

“I am,” Amber purrs, running her tongue across her lips right before she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. The movement would drive a rookie mad. Unfortunately for her, it’ll take a little more than that with me, and she knows it.

“Say. It.” I demand slowly, my voice coming out in a low growl as I give her hair another sharp tug.

She swallows, eyes going wide. “I’m going to be a very good girl for you, Sir.” Her breaths are coming out even quicker now; she’s practically panting.

“Much better,” I say, another dark laugh escaping me.

“Hands on my thighs, Amber. Don’t move, unless it’s to tap. You already know, if it’s too much, slap my thigh.” Amber does as I say, but I don’t miss the way she squirms, rubbing her thighs together as if she’s craving the friction. Craving more than what I’ve given her so far.

“Open.” Another command that she follows eagerly, lips parting and tongue darting out. With that, my grip on her hair tightens, my fingers now gripping the back of her head, and I don’t hesitate, slowly pushing myself into her warm, waiting mouth.

Amber quickly tightens the hold of her mouth around the tip of my cock and begins to suck, delicately.

But I’m not after sweet and sensual. No.

I need to forget, need the distraction. So without warning, I slam into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, causing tears to spring from her eyes.

I watch as they pool up in the corners and slowly trickle out.

I hold myself there, buried in her mouth, before pulling back some, giving her a second to tap out, if she needs to.

She doesn’t. She only nods, urging me to continue. So I do. Hands still gripped to the back of her head, I piston my hips back and forth, fucking her mouth with fervor. Relishing in the different little whimpers, moans, and gags she makes with each thrust.

“That’s right,” I hiss through clenched teeth.

“Just. Like. That.” My words are erratic, coming out breathless as I thrust in and out of her mouth.

“You’re doing such a good fucking job. Let me show you…

” I withdraw from her completely, grabbing her by the waist, flipping her over until she’s on all fours in front of me, “just how good you were. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir,” she moans, dropping to her forearms and arching her back, making her ass jut up toward me.

She looks perfect, even in the darkly lit room.

Out of all the rooms here, this one is her favorite.

Amber has never been to my private room, and she never will.

No, only one person has had that privilege in a long time.

So we stick to the rooms here, and she always seems to choose this one.

The walls are painted a deep red that looks almost black.

The gothic sconces on each wall offer the only lighting, making it a dark atmosphere, but still perfectly lit.

The St. Andrew’s Cross hangs proudly on the front wall of the room, while the bondage bed sits directly in the center of the large room.

I can clearly see her perfectly thick, soft body, with curves in all the right places, on full display for me. She’s eager. Eager to get fucked, eager to please, and very fucking eager to come.

Trailing the tips of my fingers from the base of her skull, down the center of her spine, until they come in contact with her full ass. I take my time appreciating her body and the way she offers it to me so beautifully.

“This ass,” I rasp, my voice raw as I pull my hand back and plant a firm slap that is sure to leave behind traces of red.

Amber shifts forward, back arching more with excitement, and she lets out a screech of surprise.

“It’s fucking perfect, Amber.” I firmly smack the other cheek, not wanting it to feel left out, and I enjoy the feel of it beneath my palm.

Amber throws her head back. Her brown hair goes flying and splays down over her back. “More,” she begs. “I need more.”

“Fuck yes, you do,” I say, quickly shedding all my clothes and dropping to my knees behind her.

“You deserve more, Amber.” I pause my words, firmly squeezing her reddened ass with both hands.

With one hand, I trail my fingers down her slit, stopping at her center.

“This needy, tight, perfect pussy deserves all the attention.”

Without warning, I plunge two fingers in, instantly curling them upward to meet her G-spot.

“More, Damien. More,” she pleads, pushing her ass backward.

“Patience.” I say the word slowly, removing my fingers from her wet pussy. I reach around, running my fingertips along her lips. Without instruction, she opens and sucks. The feel of her mouth clamped down around my fingers, tasting herself on them, has my cock twitching and eager to play.

“So fucking good for me.” My voice drops, becoming husky with need. “Are you going to slide the condom on for me, or make me do it myself?” I ask teasingly, already knowing the answer.

Amber hates that I wear condoms. Part of me thinks she’s got a breeding kink. But she’ll never get that part of me. No. I let that happen once, and she left me with no choice but to regret it.

I don’t go bare. It’s always been a strict rule. However, there was something about the girl I can’t get out of my head, and the one night we spent together that made me change that rule…for her, and it fucking meant something to me.

Before Amber can respond, there are five loud knocks on the door, which instantly causes me to stiffen. Amber whines as I pull away and rush to stand. I quickly grab for my boxers and pull them on before answering the door.

The five distinct knocks are the signal used only in emergencies. My staff wouldn’t use it unless they had no other choice. They have more respect than to interrupt me with mundane things when I’m occupied. So, I know something has to be seriously wrong.

I’m positive I’m going to be met with more chaos to top off this day, so I brace myself and swing the door open.

The last thing I expected to find on the other side was the short, sassy woman with wild jet-black hair, who walked out on me, ending everything, without explanation.

She left.

Now, she’s here. Wearing a look I can’t decipher on her beautiful face, her hazel eyes boring into mine.

“Boss, I tried to stop—” Jaeko, my private security guard, speaks up from behind her, but I don’t look at him.

No, I stare at her, unblinking. Trying to figure out if she’s really here, or if I’m imagining shit again.

That is, until my eyes catch sight of his hand wrapped around her wrist, attempting to pull her back.

“Hands off, Jaeko,” I growl, cutting him off, my voice clearly a threat, but I still don’t look away from her eyes.

She doesn’t speak. She’s really here, standing before me, chest heaving, as if she has a million things to say, but she says nothing.

Amber must catch sight of what’s going on because the next thing I know, she’s fully clothed, placing a chaste kiss on my cheek and squeezing my shoulder. I don’t say anything—I’m too stunned—but my eyes flash to her briefly in apology.

Amber nods in understanding, and just as she pulls away to walk out of the room, she catches sight of the firecracker I’m currently standing toe to toe with.

”Holy fuck…” Amber says, voice loud and filled with surprise. “You’re her.”

She still doesn’t speak. She swallows hard, which lets me know that she heard Amber, but her eyes just stay trained on me. Amber quickly catches on and rushes away, surely going to find someone else to give her what she needs tonight, which is fine by me—our dynamic is open for that very reason.

I look at Jaeko, not speaking, but my jaw ticks, and I give him a tense nod. He hesitantly backs away and disappears down the long hall.

“Lyla.” Her name comes out of my mouth before I can stop it.

Hearing her name roll off my tongue, after going so long without being able to and refusing to say it, feels foreign.

Her eyes shut tightly, and her face falls in sadness, as if she’s just as pained to hear her name come out of my mouth as I am.

Every ounce of confusion her disappearance caused comes rushing back.

I let her in, showed her the parts of myself that I don’t uncover for just anyone, and she left me. Without anything. No reasoning, no words, nothing.

It cut me, maybe even deeper than it should have.

The shock finally wears off, and the anger sets in. Typically, my control is phenomenal. I can mask my emotions in most situations, wearing a mask of indifference when I choose to. But with her? With her, I’m not so strong.

“What do you want, Lyla?” My tone is cruel, and it tastes bitter directed at her. Even so, I continue on. “You have some fucking nerve, showing up here.”

“You, Damien. I want you,” she practically shouts. Her eyes fly open, quickly finding mine, which pins me in place. “I’m ready.”