Look at you, honey.
My fingers are barely touching your skin, they’re just so slightly wrapped around your throat, not even close to stopping the blood flow to your brain, neither do they actually keep you from breathing, and still - there you are, grabbing my wrist to keep my hand in place.
You’re so cute when you’re like this. Moaning, as soon as the grip tightens just a little bit. Your legs trembling from desperation. Your eyes widened, mouth a little bit opened. Watching me, while I look down at you, pushing my knee harder between your legs, just as my fingers press harder against your skin.
I can feel how aroused you are, sweetheart. Your hips are moving on their own, desperate for relief you’re moving against my knee while I just hold your throat and smile, satisfied.
You’d never know how utterly beautiful you look in moments like these.
