“What else?”
“I mean, I honestly haven’t tried very much. I wasn’t lying when I said I’m not sure. A guy tried to choke me during sex once. It was okay at first, but I don’t think he was doing it right. Besides that, I’m really don’t know. I kind of like the whole giving-up-control thing too, in theory.”
“That’s really all you’ve done?” He wasn’t being condescending, but asking genuinely. He looked surprised.
“Yeah.”
“How did he choke you?”
“What?” Was there supposed to be more than one way of choking a person?
“You heard me. How did he choke you? Why did you think it felt wrong?”
“I don’t know. He just . . . pressed his hand down on my neck?”
Alex took two long strides to me and lightly pressed his hand against my neck. He raised his eyebrows in a silent question of permission. I gave him a slight nod, trying to keep my cool but failing miserably. His touch had an immediate effect on me, and the ache between my thighs was getting stronger by the second until arousal pulsated through my body. How could he have such a profound effect on me with just one touch?
He pressed his hand slightly harder against the middle of my throat. “Was it like this?”
I nodded again. “I think so. It’s been awhile.”
He smirked and rolled his eyes, his face the picture of arrogance. “He didn’t know what he was doing. He should have been doing it like this.” In one swift motion, he turned me around so my back was pressed against him, his hand still at my throat, and I let out a soft gasp. His thumb pressed against the left side of my neck and his middle finger against the right, putting very little pressure against the center yet much more on the sides. Damien had done that briefly last week, and at that time, I hadn’t even thought about how much better it felt than the guy from my past doing it.
I gasped at the visceral response that shot through my body. No wonder people enjoyed this—I had thought I was just weird for not liking it before. Alex chuckled darkly and said, “That asshat probably read those shitty books about BDSM that got popular a few years ago—or, more likely, he just watched the movies—and thought he could be a badass by choking you. And he couldn’t even do it correctly,” he scoffed.
My breathing quickened, and Alex pulled me tighter to him. The hard bulge in his pants pressed against my back, creating an impossible-to-ignore friction. I let my eyelids flutter closed as I reveled in the feel of his heat behind me.
“Hey, you don’t get her all to yourself this time,” Damien interjected with a hungry look in his eyes.
The space of the kitchen now felt much smaller, the men so much closer. And there I was in between them, excited and a little scared, wondering (again) what the hell I had gotten myself into.