He pressed on my airway with his hand - his incredibly large hand - and I choked a little, not used to having someone’s hand around my throat, and something flashed in his eyes that scared me to my core. It turned him on. He wanted me to choke. His eyes landed on my bottom lip, jutting out. He smirked, then took it between his teeth and bit down, eliciting a wince of pain from me, that was quickly replaced with the pleasure I felt from a hard and fast stroke down below, different than before. He was losing control, too. 