Page 13 of Slaying for Santa
Bell nods. “Likely no one will because most chicks are too scared of what their partners’ fantasies might mean for them. But I’m not like other women. I actually like it rough. I like being abused.” She shrugs one shoulder like that’s no big dealand drops her arse down on my bed. “Most guys get scared of the things I’m willing to let them do to me.”
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!
Is she the one? You know, the one that matches how fucking kinky I am. How depraved I can be. How fucking disturbing I’ve become.
Is she the one… one?
My fucking heart does this weird flip in my chest that I’ve never fucking experienced before, and either I’m about to go into cardiac arrest, or Bell Bishop has kickstarted the fucking thing.
“If I tell you, not a word of it gets shared with my sister.” I jab a sharp finger in her direction, and Bell rolls her eyes.
“Trust me. Till’s learned years ago not to ask questions. She knows I’m into fucked up stuff, and she still loves me anyway.”
“She knows some of the stuff you’ve done?”
Bell nods. “Some of it. She just begs me to be safe… since you know, some of it isn’t exactly safe.”
Run now, Kit. Fucking run! This chick will ruin anything else you ever try to have with another… because no one will ever compare. I just fucking know it.
My lips part, and I take in a breath, willing myself to walk the fuck away right now, but instead, I find my fucking voice.
“Well, if you must know… I imagine pushing my cock to the back of her throat, so rough and forceful that she gags. I want to hear that gargling noise. You know, the one when she’s choking and gagging and saliva is spilling from her lips around my cock…” I reach up, extending my arm to wrap my hand around her throat, and those perfect plump lips part, a faint breath of air rushing out.
“And when I grip her neck,” I continue, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I can feel my fucking cock thrust in and out of the column of her throat. I can feel her struggle to breathe, but Ican’t let up because it feels soooo fucking good, and all I want to do is make her choke. Make her hurt until my cum shoots straight down her oesophagus into her stomach.”
I expect Bell to cringe. To screw her face up and tell me I’m disgusting, but as usual, she simply wears a look of indifference as she leans into my hand gripping her throat.
“Are you hoping she’ll vomit from the gagging?” she asks, and fuck, I don’t know how she says the words without a single fucking emotion on her face.
“No, I’m not into puke play. I just want to feel the gag. The tightening of her throat as her body coils tight from the reflex.”
“And the choking.” She reaches up, resting her hand over mine, and urging me to grip her neck tighter. “Are you hoping to cut off her air? Make her pass out?”
“I don’t want to kill her if that’s what you’re asking?”
She shakes her head. “Nope, not asking that. But you want to restrict her air, right? Dominate her so much that you control the oxygen she gets? Push her to the brink of possible death, where she could even pass out from the lack of oxygen?”
“Yes,” I admit quickly, sure she’ll bolt any second, but instead, she nods, dropping her hand from mine, her fingers moving to the buttons on the front of her dress.
Wait… is she… undoing them?
“Good. You’ll do,” she murmurs, bobbing her head down at my pelvis. “Get it out then.”
CHAPTER 5
BELL
I’m almostpositive I will regret this later, and not at all because I’m about to get choked on my best friend’s brother’s cock. But because, I’m not sure if Kit really has what it takes to follow through with something he’s only ever imagined doing.
“You really want to do this after what I just admitted?” he asks, even while he slips off his tank.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?” he asks again, his voice dropping an octave as I part the front of my dress, giving him a glimpse of my black lacy bra.
“Do we have to go over this again, Kitty Kat? Do I ever lie?”
His brows shoot up. “Fine. It’s your funeral.”
