Note: Chapter with asphyxiation and psychological degradation

Ayla POV

"Soren..." I said in a hoarse voice as I moved my waist against his hand.

I felt him start to flex his fingers, scraping the tips against my inner muscles, which made me even wetter and hungrier for more. I brought my hands to my breasts and began to squeeze my nipples.

Soren's eyes followed my movements, and his wicked grin widened as his fingers moved even faster. My moans were cut off as he squeezed my neck, but never long enough to hurt me, but this air-seeking pressure only made me even hornier.

"Squeeze your nipples hard and twist," Soren...