Page 15 of My Skin Begs You Please

I grimaced. I hadn’t stayed the night since. “Can’t. Sorry. I need to study for an exam I have on Monday.”

“Oh? It’s okay to say you’d rather go dancing with your friends.”

“No dancing this weekend. Too much to do.”

The oven dinged. The rolls were ready. I helped her dish up the soup, and then held her hands across the small table as she said grace over our meal. Every time she said the word “Jesus” or “Lord,” I clenched my sore anus and let the pain and memories of Kyle’s wild surrender to orgasm remind me of my power. I was strong, formidable, and brought straight men to their knees.

Our Lord Jesus had no dominion over me.

Only HIV had that.

Five hours later

I couldn’t breathe.

Black dots swam in my eyes.

I’d been choked out twice already, and I thought this time Kyle might really kill me. His pounding of my ass was fierce, and I’d lost my erection after coming hard very early on in the torment.

I’d left my mom’s house and driven straight to campus. Kyle hadn’t answered when I knocked at his dorm room, so I’d set up camp outside his door. When he arrived, flushed with alcohol, and handsome in that terrifying, brutal way of his, he’d been furious to see me waiting there.

“What if someone saw you?” he growled, hauling me up from the floor and shoving me into his room before locking the door behind us.

Then he’d started. Slaps. Punches.

I hadn’t lifted a finger to defend myself, even though he’d transmitted every strike in advance. With my Aikido training, I could have deflected most of his attacks before they landed. But I never even tried because I needed what Kyle did to me. I craved it.

Tonight, though…

Maybe we’d gone too far.

Clarity descended around me. I could die right now. Kyle could end my life. He was so lost in his hatred and lust that I didn’t think he was going to be able to stop himself. My head ached, and my eyes bulged as he increased the pressure of his hands around my throat. My chest throbbed. I scrabbled at his fingers, unable to suck in a breath.

I worked my asshole around his cock, trying to make him come, trying to get him to end the madness before I went unconsciousagain. But he wasn’t anywhere near the edge. He was drunk, and he’d already come in my ass earlier in the day. He could make this go on and on, and I could die beneath him and—

The world went dark and fuzzy at the edges. The roar in my ears swallowed all other sound.

Darkness.

Coming to, I focused on his face above me. Kyle stared down at me as he continued to pound my ass, having never stopped even when I was unconscious. His expression was demented. No more words left his lips. No more curses. No more nasty names. Just sharp exhales of breath and sheer loathing escaped from him as he took my body, his hands on my throat stealing my air again.

I relaxed, stopping my useless scrabbling at his fingers. Surrendering to him entirely, I let my power go. I let him fuck me, choke me, and withhold my breath.

I greeted death.

Hi.

Blackness took me.

Again, I came to.

Orgasm shattered through me as I gasped for air. He throttled me again.

I went out.

I struggled, burst with pleasure and sensation, and then passed out again as he squeezed my neck.

Again.

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