“Good girl,” he whispers inches from her ear seeing that she had caught his meaning. Her submission was a drug for him. With his hand still steady on her throat, he lined himself up with her slick opening, just feeling her heat for a pause moment before entering her.

His own breath hitched as if it had been for the first time as he felt her wrap around him. His grip on her throat tightened once more as if out of reflex once he began to roll his hips and find a slow but steady pace.