Choking - Billy Russo
Keep fighting
Kinktober prompt - Day 17 - Choking
Billy Russo x Reader
“I’m not interested in any of your lies. We are done.” That’s all you have to say to Billy Russo, so you turn your back to him to get your bag, ready to leave but you should have thought about the possibility that he will actually fight you on this.
When you turn back to the direction of the door he grabs you by your throat and pulls you up by his grip so you are face level with him and just an inch apart. Only your toes touch the ground, he holds your full weight in one hand and you relieve the pressure on your neck by pulling yourself up with your hands on his forearm.
“We are not done.” Billy hisses at you with still restrained anger as he steps to his desk, not letting you down until he splays you on the massive wooden furniture. He looms over you in the dimply lit room.
It’s only the two of you at his office, for which you are a little grateful. The enormous windows would let anyone see what’s about to go down here and you wouldn’t want anyone to see you like this. It wouldn’t make a difference if someone would try to rescue you, you can see it in his eyes, he would hurt anyone who would try to take you away from him as it turns out it could involve hurting you if you become the obstacle in getting what he wants. You also know what he’s gonna do now and that there is no way you can stop him but fuck if you will not put up a fight anyway.
You hit and kick anywhere you can reach him but the bastard doesn’t even flinch at your actions. He moves lightning quick as the grip on your throat really tightens for the first time. Billy bends over you, his movements are so liquid and predatory like it almost makes him look like a panther pouncing to catch the helpless prey. Putting most of his weight on you to restrict your movements, he takes your hands in one of his and secures them above your head, caging you in with his frame even more.
He bends down to bite your lower lip and pull on it with his teeth a little before he speaks again as you squirm against him.
“Keep fighting.” This makes you freeze and glare at him. “Come on, keep fighting me, kitten.” You can’t move enough to headbutt him but you can reach high enough to return his bite, only much more fiercely, drawing blood and making him growl in pain.
He tightened his grip on you making it hard to breath. Billy rips at your clothes until your chest and lower half is completely exposed. You still try to fight him, but you can move even less and you are starting to get dizzy from the air loss.
“Let me go.” You breathe it out in a hoarse whisper as he lines himself up between your legs. His dark gaze captures yours as he leans down again to whisper back against your lips.
“Never.” With that, he thrust himself balls deep inside you by one sudden move.
He’d never taken you without being prepared. If his grip wouldn’t be so tight you couldn’t breathe anyway. The air got knocked out from your lungs and your back arches as you open your mouth to a silent scream.
Billy doesn’t give you time to adjusts, he slides in and out of you in hard snaps and he wants you to feel everything he has to give, the pleasure and the pain too. It takes a few minutes until you find your voices again.
“Ah, stop…” That’s all you can get out before he gives a brutal thrust that arches your back as you come with a high pitched scream.
“That’s it. Your body knows who you belong to.” He says as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. He makes you a trembling, whimpering mess.
You try to speak again but you only end up gasping for air as he chokes you harder while getting lost in his pleasure with his eyes closed for a few seconds.
When he looks at you he loosens his grip a little to let you speak before he talks to you.
“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” His almost gentle, like a lover promising his partner the world, but his unyielding actions are a great contrast against this promise.
“I…” You start to deny him again, but you can’t get the words out. They wouldn’t be true. You are hopeless and he’s got you completely.
“Hmm?” Billy’s pace slows as to reward you with more gentleness or just to give you more strength to concentrate on speaking. You are not sure, it doesn’t matter, because you can’t say those words again. So you give him what he wants and hope you won’t regret it again.
“You.” It’s a whisper, tears filling your eyes.
“What was that, kitten?” The bastards taunts you as he switches his angle to hit that spot in you with a quick snap of his hips to pull out slowly then to slam into you harder.
“I… want… you.” You manage to get it out between three thrusts and he slows to calmly sliding in and out of you while he lets go of your hands and tangles his fingers into your hair to give you a deep, long kiss to reward you before he praises you with words.
“That’s it. That’s my girl.”
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He fucked you for hours before he came one last time and let you collapse on the floor where you moved after the second round.
Billy cleans you up, gives you some clothes then guides you to sit up and places his hands on either side of your face to keep your gaze on him.
“We are not done. We’ll never be done.” It’s a promise and a threat and you are not sure what to do with all this, except state the only demand that comes to your mind at the reminder of your argument.
“No more lies.” His nod is barely there but he gives in still, so there’s no need for more fighting for now.