You don’t really know how it happened. All you know is you were sparring Anna somehow his huge, calloused hand wrapped its way around your pretty, petite neck. With your oxygen cut off, and Simon forcing you up against the wall, you were gripping his wrist with both of your hands. Still, he wouldn’t budge.

No, Simon wanted you to surrender. He wanted to feel that double tap.

A blush bloomed on your cheeks and across your nose, but you couldn’t tell if that was because of lack of air or because your choking kink went brr. Probably both.

You were starting to get dizzy, and Simon took it a step further. That bastard moved his index finger to your chin and pushed your head up, so you were staring at a star-collecting ceiling.