#ch0king

Slowly, I approached you, observing how your fear of some unknown footsteps seemingly paralyzed you. Or, perhaps you ran out of energy, coming to the shattering conclusion that you were utterly helpless. I could see you trembling, cold hospital air covering your skin with goosebumps. I thought about speaking, but decided that this would be a far more enjoyable experience if you were completely kept in the dark.

You jumped at my first touch, yelping when I brushed my fingers along your chest. I liked how you didn't even ask what's happening. Were you secretly enjoying the thril, or did you simply accept your fate? My mouth latched onto your neck, kisses and bites covering it with bruises. I slid my hand down, only to find out that you did, in fact, get off on this. You gasped and bucked your hips up, seemingly chasing the pleasure. Oh, my favorite patient is a masochist, aren't you?

Two of my fingers entered you with relative ease, though your muscles were quite tensed. My movements were slow, teasing, almost cruel. You started writhing once more, this time not trying to free yourself. Now, you were purely seeking an orgasm. So needy.

I positioned myself between your legs. I thought about pushing it inside, immediately setting a brutal pace. Yet I didn't, and brushed the tip of my cock up and down against you instead. I sighed at how wet you were. You really were enjoying this, you little freak. I forced my way inside of you, before wrapping my hands around your throat and squeezing, cutting off your air and blood supply almost entirely. I didn't waste any time, and started moving at an increasing speed. Your mouth fell open, letting out small choked sounds. Right as you were about to pass out, I released your throat.

Your orgasm came suddenly, loud moans filling the room, your voice raspy from being choked out. I didn't slow down, even though your legs shook and you clenched around me in bursts. At this point, you were so violently overstimulated, that the sounds leaving you couldn't even have been described as moans or whimpers.

As I approached my own peak, I didn't pull out. I grabbed your hips with bruising force, and came deep inside of you. You squeezed me so well, I just couldn't help myself. Coming down from my high, I kissed you gently, yet passionately. You kissed back, even trying to slide your tongue inside my mouth. You clearly were not done just yet.