6. The Art of Choking
The Art of Choking
Havoc
Onyx’s struggle intensified as my grip tightened around her throat.
I stared deeply into her eyes, those striking brown eyes that had captivated me even in my semi-conscious state.
They were wide now, filled with a mix of fear and fury.
Mmmm.
Lust coursed through me.
I knew exactly how long a human could live without breathing. Roughly four to six minutes before irreversible brain damage set in, but that was only if the choking was perfect.
The art of choking a person wasn’t just about cutting off air; it was about control.
Precision.
One needed to apply just the right amount of pressure to the carotid arteries, restricting blood flow to the brain. It was an intimate act of dominance—one that required both strength and finesse.
Smiling, I loosened my grip slightly, allowing her a shallow breath.
Her chest heaved as she coughed violently, her body shuddered against mine, her movements pressing her closer.
Then, she tried to reach for something at her waist—a knife perhaps?
“Not a good idea sweetheart.” Swiftly, I grabbed her wrist, crushing it in my grasp before she could make any move.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you right now.” Still with my other hand over her throat, I leaned in closer, until my lips almost brushed against her earlobe. The scent of orange spice filled my senses again as I breathed in heavily. “I’m going to wait until after I fuck you and your body is bloody from my cock. Then. . .that is when I will kill you.”
She froze underneath me; maybe it was the closeness or maybe she had finally realized the predicament she was in.
I let go of her wrist and began exploring her body, tracing the contours of her abdomen through the thin fabric of her bodysuit.
Her muscles tightened under my touch, but she did not pull away. Instead she watched me like a lioness waiting to pounce. Surely, she had several ideas of how she was going to get out of my hold and many of them probably would be lethal.
“Be careful.” I smirked. “I don’t mind breaking you.”
A flash of terror hit her eyes and then went away just as fast. However, beneath the fear, I could sense an underlying anticipation.
Or maybe that was just what I wanted to see.
I loosened my grip on her throat so she could talk. “Are you as much of a sick fuck as me?”
Her response was a hiss of pure defiance, and those eyes burned with anger.
“Nothing to say?” I began to slide my hands up and away from her stomach.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” Onyx tried to jerk her body away from me, but the wall at her back and my hand on her throat made escape impossible.
“I’ll touch you all I want, and you’ll fucking deal with it.” I slipped my hands to her breasts and could feel the heat of her body seeping into mine. “Mmmm.”
Her lips curled in a snarl but she didn’t say a word.
She probably didn’t want to waste her breath.
Instead, she pushed against me with all her strength, planting a knee straight into my gut.
I grunted.
The impact stirred something within me.
It wasn't pain, but exhilaration.
“We are both predators here.” I grabbed her knee before it could retreat and maneuvered it between us. “But there are levels, little one.”
I pressed my hips against her hard, pinning her knee in place while my fingers traced the line of her thigh. Those muscles twitched underneath. “Why did you take my clothes off?”
Onyx’s body was pressed flush against mine, every curve molded into my hard planes. Her heart pounded desperately against her rib cage, a rhythm matched only by my own.
She squirmed, trying to twist away but her movements only intensified the friction between us.
“Did you want to see how big my cock was?” It began to get hard against her. “Tell me something. What did you think when you finally saw my cock?”
She growled low in her throat, and her teeth gritted together as she fought for control. “Go. To. Hell.”
Her voice was hoarse from the chokehold and laced with venom. But I could see a tiny flash of heat in her eyes.
A devilish chuckle erupted from me.
“There's something deliciously primal about this.” I traced circles around her navel before sliding upward to cup her full breast.
A soft gasp escaped from between her clenched teeth, and then she shivered.
“Hmmm. The way I am going to make you moan today. . .well, it should be studied by scientists.” Torn between the urge to consume and conquer, I lost myself in exploring every inch of her exquisite body.
She shivered again.
“Yes, sweetheart.” I slipped my hand back up to her breast. “Mmmm.”
Her breast was full and rounded, soft and flawless. Her nipple strained against the fabric—a dark peak that beckoned attention.
“The only question is. . .will I have to force those legs to stay open, or will you be nice and spread them wide for me?” I couldn’t resist the temptation as I reached out to gently trace the outline of her nipple.
Onyx’s only response was a shiver.
“Aww. I see. You’re quiet when you’re in an uncomfortable position.” I played with the nipple, flicking the point with my thumb and then twisting and turning it between my fingers.
A moan ripped from her like she’d been holding onto it with all her life and couldn’t keep it down.
“You didn’t want me to hear that?” I grinned. “Just let go and take what I give you.”
I pinched her nipple and gently twisted it back and forth, loving how she trembled under me.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
I didn't need to see them open to know that a lot of rage and desire simmered there.
“It's okay.” I let my words pour over her like the sweetest of poisons. “There's no shame in enjoying this.”
Her eyes flashed open, and I knew that she was far from broken, far from succumbing to me. “Fuck you.”
“So feisty.” I pressed my nose against her cheek. “Lucky for you, I like feisty.”
Her breath hitched.
“First, you’re going to tell me who sent you.” I hungrily inhaled her scent, savoring it.
She tried to pull away.
“No.” I tightened my grip around her neck, relishing in the fear and helplessness in her eyes. “Move again and I’ll return to squeezing the breath out of your precious little neck.”
She tensed.
I placed my nose against her cheek again, rubbing the tip on her soft skin. “Last night, you should have waited until I fucked the women I ordered in my room.”
She remained silent, telling me this wasn’t the first time she’d been caught in some dangerous situation.
I moved my head toward her ear.
“Do you know why you should have let me cum?” I flicked my tongue out and traced the inside of her ear, leaving a hot trail of saliva that burned with possessiveness. “Because now that I haven’t cum with them, I plan to cum all over you.”
Suddenly, she kicked at my legs.
It stung, and I returned to choking her.
She struggled against my hold, and a dark chuckle left me. “Just let yourself be tamed.”
She fought against me, but I had an iron grip on that throat.
“Accept your new situation.” I sneered. “Now. . .you are mine to control. To dominate. To devour.”
Her eyes flashed with defiance.
I let go of her throat.
She managed to choke out a few words. “Fuck. . .you!”
I tightened my grip again, just enough to remind her of my control. Her body tensed, and her fingers clawed at my wrist, but she was weakening.
“Of course you’re stubborn.” I licked my lips. “But you’ll break. They always do.”
I eased my hold on her throat once more, letting her catch another precious breath.
This time, her defiance was tempered with a flicker of realization. She knew she was outmatched, but she hadn’t given up just yet.
You’re a proper assassin. Aren’t you?
Unable to resist my lusty hunger, I quickly leaned my head all the way down to her chest and took that hardened nipple into my mouth, fabric and all. The material rustled against my tongue, but that nipple was right there too, getting wet and teased.
She loudly gasped.
A grunt of approval rumbled deep in my chest.
I released the nipple, leaving a wet spot on her body suit.
Then, I stood straight and looked at her.
Onyx had balled her hands into fists at her sides and I could feel a weak protest building within her.
But I raised my free hand again and silenced that little protest with a swift pinch at her other nipple, causing her to jerk in surprise and let out a tiny moan.
Mmmm.
The sound echoed in my ears, feeding the beast inside me.
My fingers continued to explore, trailing lower and lower until they found what they sought—the heat between her thighs. She flinched at first contact but did not push me away; instead, she spread her legs ever so slightly.
Her eyes narrowed at me, but beneath the anger was something else.
Desire?
Lust?
Perhaps it was both.
She remained silent as my fingers traced patterns over the fabric covering the sweetest part of her body.
Was she finally enjoying herself?
Or was she letting me enjoy her body to get me off guard and her back in a position of control?
It didn’t matter.
I had her and wouldn’t let her go.
Slowly, I slipped my fingers along the folds of her pussy.
She gasped.
“Who do you work for, Onyx?”
She narrowed her eyes. “You think. . .I’ll just tell you?”
“You will tell me.” I put my face right in front of hers. Barely an inch ran between our noses. A cruel smile spread across my face. “Because if you don’t, I’ll not only fuck you until your voice is hoarse, I’ll make your death slow and agonizing. Surely. . .you’ve heard about me.”
She swallowed hard, a sign that my reputation had truly proceeded me.
But was her resistance crumbling?
“I’ll give you one more chance,” I said softly. “Tell me who sent you.”
“Okay. Just. . .let go of me.”
“Let you go?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I swear I will tell you then.”
You won’t, but let’s play your game and see what happens.