Your neck is your most vulnerable point, and I will play with it until you forget how to breathe. My fingers will glide over your skin lightly at first, almost weightlessly, as if I accidentally touched you. Then I will close them around your neck — slowly, gently, but with every millimeter of pressure you will feel your blood pulsing under my fingers, my palm feeling every beat of your heart, quickening from fear and desire. I will squeeze just enough for you to understand — you control nothing. You cannot breathe deeper than I allow. You cannot move faster than I permit. And in that moment when your eyes begin to darken from lack of air, when every cell of your body screams from this sweet suffocation, I will feel you come. From my grip. From my power. From the fact that I hold your life in my hands and decide when you can breathe, and when you can come. With me, you don't just come — you give me your life, and I return it to you in the form of an orgasm.