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She inhaled a ragged breath when he draped
the belt loosely around her neck. The leather was still warm from being to
his body. It felt heavy and burdensome against her throat. He slid the end
through the buckle and placed the cold metal on the back of her neck.
Tighter. Tighter!
She felt like a freak.
But maybe being a freak wasn’t such a bad
thing. A certain kind of freedom could be gained from such knowledge.
Freedom to act. Freedom to experience. Freedom to live.
He tightened the belt. The grainy texture
of its underside rubbed her skin. She tried to swallow and found it
difficult. There was no pain. Just a heaviness that was akin to
claustrophobia. Tara closed her eyes and saw stars.
Squeeze it. Squeeze it harder!
Hot moisture pooled in her panties. Her
clit ached with need. Her labia felt swollen and raw. She couldn’t
breathe. But she couldn’t not breathe. Mr. Leo controlled every
part of her experience. She was beginning to feel delirious…
So dark now. Darker than before. Her eyes
felt heavy. Her thighs moved against each other creating a hot friction.
Tighter. Her heartbeat sped to a gallop. And quite suddenly she was
sure she could hear Mr. Leo’s heartbeat too.
He grunted and allowed the belt to go slack
against her neck.
“Are you crazy or something?” he asked.
“Are you trying to die, lady?”
Tara’s eyes fluttered open. Other than the
half moon she saw from the window, the room was pitch-black again. She
tried to focus her eyes as she spoke. “I was lost in the moment.”
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