A/N: It's not that farfetched that Nikki likes to be choked, right?
Jonesy frowned. "I don't wanna hurt you, babe."
"And you're not," Nikki insisted. "I just want to get a little lightheaded, that's all."
"But what if I mess up by choking you too hard and you pass out or something?" he asked, panic invading his voice. "I don't want you to die while we're fucking!"
"I'd never let it get to that point, Jones," she said, walking towards him and stroking his cheek. "I'm not asking for hardcore BDSM. I just wanted to try something new that would get me off, but—if you don't want to do it—that's fine."
He felt a wave of relief wash over him. "Okay."
That wave of relief he felt before? It died when he looked down at her, noticing the lack of excitement in her brown eyes as he thrusted in and out of her.
Damn, he thought, she must really want me to try this choking shit with her.
It's not that he didn't like them mixing pain and pleasure during sex. He loved the way she bit his neck. He loved eliciting passionate cries from her as he spanked her, leaving her ass with a faint tint of red. He adored yanking on her hair when he took her from behind.
Choking, however, was another subject. Though getting freaky with her was always on his to-do list, he didn't want to damn near kill her during sex.
But seeing her dissatisfied instead of pleasured stomped on his ego.
Fuck it, he thought. If she wanted it, then he'd do it to her. He'd do it for her.
Before she could register what he was doing, he'd already placed his palm against her neck, letting his fingers grip the sides of her neck.
Enthusiasm lit up her face, making him smile.
"Harder, Casanova."
He did as she commanded, asking, "Is this good, babe?"
Barely above a whisper, she said, "Never felt better."
After minutes of alternating between choking her and letting go so she could catch her breath, he'd never seen her come harder.