Catch and Release

Just some Sunday Morning smut… do not read if you are of a sensitive disposition…

I met a girl, I don’t need to say how or who or where or why. I knew she had some interesting interests and it was something we had talked about – in a way we were trying to out-do each other but then I mentioned that I liked breath control. She asked what it was – immediately thinking the same as you, that it would involve me and a belt or a plastic bag, but I told her that what I like to do is to gently squeeze a girl’s throat whilst fucking or even just kissing. She was a bit nervous, but I could also tell she was intrigued so I reached a hand up to her pale slender neck and just pressed it, applying a tiny amount of pressure – no more than if rubbing a sore neck… I used this pressure to pull her in to me.

“You see, there are a couple of ways of doing this, one way is that I do it to you, like this…” And I squeezed, I her breath go from steady to a wheeze and saw the panic in her eyes so I let go. She gasped in a big gulp of air and I saw her cheeks flush, I could feel the vein in her neck throb and she looked at me with fear and excitement.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes, again.”

This time I put my mouth to hers and kissed her, deep and hard, I felt my lips brush harshly against her teeth and when she exhaled I squeezed again – this struggled for breath but her kisses became harder, more frantic and desperate, I quickly let my grip go and she sucked in a huge lungful of air so I took her neck in my strong, scarred hand again and we kissed more, sweat and saliva mixing on our lips and tongues and then she put both her hands up to my neck and squeezed back – HARD. I moaned and smiled

“you can’t play the game if you don’t know how to play it.”

“what do you mean?” she gasped hoarsely.

“there’s more than one way to play, you know. Tell me, are you enjoying this?”

“maybe.”

I had to find out for myself so I slid my hand up her leg, aiming between her thighs. Fast as a striking snake, she snatched my hand and shook her head, no.

I told her I don’t like no.

Forcing her hands out of the way, my hand resumed it’s journey until I was at the crotch of her jeans and I could feel her obvious heat and moisture radiating from within.

“fuck, you DO enjoy it. A Lot.”

She blushed. “What next?”

I lifted her head and braced my forearm against her throat. She leaned on me. My head inches from her, I looked her in the eyes.

“Now you kiss me”

She closed her eyes and her tongue flicked over her lips, waiting for my embrace.

“No, you have to kiss ME”.

She pushed forward – the pressure on her throat increasing as she got closer and I let her lips briefly brush mine before pulling back.

“I thought you wanted to kiss me?”

“I do.”

“So why didn’t you?”

“You pulled away.”

“Why didn’t you come with me?”

“You had your arm at my neck.”

“Yes, and?”

She smiled and moaned, understanding the new version of the new game.

“Now this time, kiss me properly. Like you mean it. Like you want it.”

“I DO want it.”

“Prove it.”

She pushed against my arm harder, faster trying to get at me, every time she got so close I moved back slightly, making her choke herself in small self-inflicted increments until I rewarded her with a kiss and a breath from my lungs to her. SHe was panting, shoulders rising and falling, chest heaving. I stroked my fingers down her chest, she shuddered, every part of her now hyper sensitive.

Panting, she looked at me – awe and adoration, lust and longing. To someone so experienced she was amazed at finding something so new, exciting and dangerous and she loved it. At that moment she loved me.

I put my hand on her neck, gently as when I first touched her.

“you belong to me now, ok?”

“yes, thank you.”

Then I took her hand and pulled her up from the chair. Leading upstairs, to teach her how to play the game another way…