M stuff is back. You were warned.
10 Breathe
Breath control was fun.
It was an eerie night. The moon was covered by clouds; they could barely see each other in their dark bedroom. They were aware of everything though: the sweat that coated their bodies, her beautiful breasts and hard nipples, his muscular chest covered in a thin layer of hair, the fact that she was sitting on his face while he sucked her clitoris and her juices poured into his mouth.
He sat up and pushed her down onto her back. He opened her legs and yanked her towards him. She looked up at him breathing heavily, her eyes pleading for her to take her. His hard penis was inside of her, he went in and out of her hard. She writhed below him, soaring off into ecstasy, gripping the sheets next to her. He loved to see her pleasure so visible to him.
All of a sudden she was on top of him, a wide smirk on her beautiful face, happy to finally be in control of him again. They were both control freaks. It was arguable who was more of a control freak.
As she circled her hips on him, she reached down and put her hand around his neck. He smiled when he realized what she was doing. Her hand tightened. He could feel her long nails digging into his skin. Tighter. She was riding him harder, choking him harder, and clearly enjoying it more and more. His breath was quickly being cut off. Almost. She was getting blurry. He really couldn't breathe now. How long would it be before he passed out from lack of breath? He strained to take a breath partly moaning from the pleasure he was still feeling from her but hardly a sound coming out.
A few seconds later she released her grip on him. He took a deep breath. Whenever their tight grips on each other were released, it always made the sex feel 100 times better. With the blood recirculating through their bodies, it made every nerve under their skin even more sensitive. This time was no exception. His vision returned, he took a few more breathes trying to breathe normally or as normally as it gets when he's in bed with Tish, which isn't very normal at all.
Was breath control dangerous? Of course it was very dangerous. They could very well strangle each other to death if they weren't paying enough attention. Which was why they watched each other. They watched their faces to see how much pain they were in. If they thought they were in too much pain and the other was indisposed to tell them, they'd stop.
He needed control of her again. She waited eagerly to see what her husband would do to her now. He noticed his tie was hanging off the edge of the bed. He picked it up and noticed how excited she looked. He couldn't help but chuckle. He tied to around her neck then yanked her up to her knees. "Ah!" she said not expecting it. He was behind her, he kissed all over her neck, down her back pushing her soft hair out of the way. He tightened the knot. His hand went between her legs, his fingers entering her making her moan loudly. "You like that baby?" he said in her ear.
"Yes Gomez," she said barely audible through the tie around her neck and him pulling her head back.
"You want to come for me Tish?"
She felt him hit a certain spot in her. "Y-Yes!"
He loosened the tie but didn't take it off. "On your knees," he said in a commanding voice. "I'm going to make you come." She did as he said. He took her from behind. He tightened the tie around her neck until her breath was nearly cut off but not quite. He did her hard. She was practically screaming. Being held in this position she could barely move, she was bent under his control. Finally he made her come, and he made her come again. The second time he finished with her and loosened the tie around her neck.
There's this blog I frequent called Dark Gracie. It's an erotic blog where Gracie talks about sex and her experiences. It's also very dark like the things I've written in this story. In one of her blog posts I read a while ago she wrote about breath control. It immediately came to mind when I thought of Gomez and Morticia and thus inspired this chapter.