Page 21 of Alluring Darkness
“I never said thatIcare about honor,” he muses. “But I do love having yet another excuse to punish you.” I can hear the fucking smirk in his voice as he commands, “Submit.”
I just clench my jaw harder. He shifts his weight on my ass, making his cock grind against it. If it’s by accident or by design is unclear, but it sends a flash of electricity through my body that is distracting enough that I momentarily forget that he is trying to hurt me, not fuck me.
He forces my hand farther up. A whimper rips from my throat. It feels like my arm is going to snap in half.
“Submit,” he orders again in a voice pulsing with command.
If he actually decides to break my arm, I will be in real trouble, so I yank my hand up and frantically tap it against the mat next to me.
He stops pushing my hand upwards but doesn’t release me. Instead, he leans down closer to my ear and whispers, “Good girl.”
A shudder courses through my body.
Given the victorious laugh that spills from his lips, he probably thinks it was a shudder of fear. Oh, if he only knew…
At last releasing my hand, he stands up again, leaving me lying on the ground. I slowly push to my knees and roll my aching shoulder. Then I get to my feet as well.
Eli is standing there, two steps away, watching me like a predator. I flick a quick glance towards Mr. Hansen and the others. They’re still sparring, and no one is even bothering to look in our direction.
“Oh, they can’t save you, princess.” Raising a hand, he twitches two fingers at me. “Come on then. Try again.”
And since I can’t let him think that he has won, I do exactly that.
Again and again, I come at him and try to get at least one kick or punch through.
But every time, I end up on the floor with no other choice but to tap out. He reads my moves every single time, and reacts so quickly that I can barely see the attack coming before I’m on my back again. Anger flickers through me as he yet again demonstrates just how outclassed I am against him. There has to be something I can do to throw him off his game.
Air explodes from my lungs once more as I slam into the mat yet again. Before I can so much as lift my head, Eli is there.
Straddling my hips, he grabs both of my wrists and moves them so that he can pin my hands underneath his knees. I kick my legs and buck my hips, trying to get him off me. But it’s no use. I try to yank my hands away, but he just puts more of his body weight onto my palms, keeping them firmly pinned to the ground.
“It must be so frustrating,” he says, a taunting note to his voice. “Being this weak and helpless.”
“I’m not helpless,” I growl while still trying to somehow get my hands out from underneath his knees.
“Oh really? Would you like me to demonstrate just how helpless you are against someone like me?”
Before I can reply, he leans forward and wraps his hand around my throat. While bracing the other against the ground next to my head, he tightens his fingers around my neck until he’s cutting off all of my air.
I struggle to get him off me, but it only makes me grind my pussy against his cock where he straddles me. That, combined with the feeling of his powerful body pinning me to the ground and the sheer dominance pulsing from him as he chokes me, sends lightning crackling through me.
He must have misread the shudder that racks my frame, because he just smirks and says, “Yeah, I know. With your hands pinned like this, you can’t even tap out.”
His eyes stay locked on mine as he tightens his grip just a little more. My lungs scream for oxygen.
“Do you know what you do when you can’t tap out?” He raises his other hand and brushes my bangs aside, his fingers sending sparkles dancing over my skin. “You beg.”
Since there is nothing I can do to break his grip, I just lie there, looking up at him while he holds my life in the palm of his hand.
“I will allow you to breathe again in a few seconds. I suggest you use the opportunity to beg me for mercy.”
Air rushes back into my lungs as he relaxes his grip on my throat. I cough and drag in desperate breaths until my starved lungs are full again. But I have to admit that the bastard at least knows how to choke someone properly, because my neck doesn’t even hurt from his grip.
For about half a minute, I just lie there underneath him, sucking in deep breaths. He keeps his hand resting over my throat. He’s not squeezing, but it’s a solid weight meant to remind me that he is still in control here.
Once my breathing has evened out, Eli arches his eyebrow expectantly. “Well then, princess. What do you say?”
“Choke me harder, Daddy.”