He’s unapologetic when he slams your face into the pillow, then slips his large, strong hand against your throat.
Your whole body is pulled up as he cocks your head backward.
You whine — that’s all you can really do in that position — the air barely being able to pass your lips.
He suddenly lets go, pushing your face back into the pillow. You cough, gathering what air you can through the fabric of the pillowcase.
“I told you already, I’m a dyke,” you pant out, muffled.
“Mmm, close,” he hums cruelly, replacing his hand on your neck once more. He pulls you up again, grip just loose enough to keep you conscious.
“What are you?” he repeats, sternly.
Once again, a pathetic whine and a squirm is all you have to offer before you’re shoved down onto the pillow.
“I’m a lesbian,” you huff, adding as much emphasis as you can on the last word. The up and down movement still leaves your hands clenching at the sheets around you in a desperate attempt to ground yourself to reality.
This time he replaces his grip on your throat down to your shoulders, roughly jerking you upward. You catch your breath, only to find it hitching as you feel him biting down hard on your neck.
You can’t help but squeal as a deep, betraying pang of arousal rushs through your body as he did so. He pulls up from the bite just enough for his warm breath to tickle the now marked flesh.
You want to believe it’s the lightheadedness from his earlier chokehold, but you let his words echo into your brain for a bit longer. Without his fingers wrapped tightly around you, you’re free to speak. And yet you’re speechless.
He lets a few moments of silence sit comfortably as your breath comes out in puffs. Despite yourself, you feel your body seem to magnetically pull back toward his warmth.
This time, when your face is buried in the pillow once more, you can’t but begin to breathe a sigh of relief. It wasn’t over.
You didn’t want it to be over.
He gently rests his hardness on your ass and you feel an involuntary shiver as you fight the urge to push back against it.
“You want my cock, don’t you, dyke?” he smacks your ass, causing your flesh to warm under his touch. “You want me, a man, to make you cum, don’t you, lesbian?”
Before you can register his words completely, you feel your head desperately nodding along. That’s when you feel his hand return to your neck, gently this time.
