Death Of Peace Of Mind || Dominik Mysterio

CHOKEHOLD (18+)

~*~ TRIGGER WARNING; SMUT, CHOKING, GRAPHIC SUBJECTS MAY BE UNSETTLING TO SOME.~*~

Delaney's POV.

The rest of the afternoon was honestly quite a blur. After a couple of more games, some chit chat, and a couple shots, Damian had cooked us all a fantastic dinner. Over dinner the conversation of watching a movie to end the night came up. Damian opted out, as he had an early workout in the morning and wanted to be well rested. Finn had already made himself comfortable on the sectional and settled into his food induced coma. I hadn't recalled agreeing to stay for the movie, but nevertheless here I was. I claimed the corner of the couch, wrapping myself up in one of the plush blankets Demi had lying out. Demi and Buddy snuggled into each other at the opposite end, with Finn snoring a few feet away from them. That left one person, whom I had done my very best to avoid up until now. 

Dominik plopped down onto the couch in the only spot left on the couch, next to me. My body involuntarily tensed up at his mere presence. Our interaction earlier had been etched into my thoughts and consumed them entirely. Buddy had queued up some indie horror film, that I honestly couldn't pay a lick of attention to. It wasn't long before my eyelids began to feel as if they weighed a thousand pounds. 

~*~

My eyes slowly fluttered open, as the obnoxiously bright screen of the tv light up the dark room. I glanced around the room and took in my surroundings, noticing that I seemed to be the only one left from the impromptu movie night. I pulled myself up into a sitting position, rubbing the slumber from my tired eyes. I glanced around once more before standing up and heading towards the living room windows. I reached up and drew the curtains shut, before letting out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. It was then a large, calloused hand reached from behind me, and snaked its way around my throat, pulling me back into its owner. My body collided with that of someone else's, jolting another breathe from my lungs. Fear set in and my muscles locked up, effectively causing me to become statuesque. 

"Once again, my little Gatita, all alone." his voice whispered, his lips brushing my ear with every punctuation. Before I could even respond, let alone think of a response, he flipped my fragile body around to face him. His eyes met mine, before travel just about everywhere else. He studied me like a predator, taking in its prey. He snickered, before going in for what I could only assume, was the kill. 

His hand made its way around my throat once more, as he pushed me several steps back until my back slammed against the wall behind us. I chocked back a grunt, afraid to make any noise in response to his assault. He wasted little to no time in climbing over me, his body hovering over mine.

"Domini-" I finally managed to muster up something. 

"Shh.." he lifted his thumb, brushing my lower lip. "No more speaking Gatita, not unless I tell you to."

With that his lips crashed onto mine, claiming them as his own. His lips moved feverously, almost desperately. Suddenly it felt like the depths of hell crept through me and everything was in flames, effectively thawing me from the frozen state I was in. My hands reached up and pushed, in a feeble attempt to get him to withdrawal from his attack. Much to my dismay it was a useless fight. He showed no signs of restraint, and my body wasn't quite on the same page as my mind. My hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they quickly switched from rejection to desire, gripping the thin fabric of his t-shirt and pulling, pulling him closer.

Our lips danced a dangerous and desperate dance together, heavy breathes slipping out with each movement. His hands racked through every inch of my body under him, before landing on my hips. He held them down, just before rolling his own, letting it be known what his intentions were. A soft. betraying moan pushed its way into the kiss as his jean clad, already hard cock made its presence known against my core. That was all Dominik needed.

He ripped himself from our kiss, his lips now trailing aggressively down the rest of my body, leaving harsh marks and bites in its path. It was then I had abandoned all reservations, and my body was now his, to do as his whatsoever pleases. He wedged his leg between mine, before using his knee to spread my own apart. I was out on display from now, a low growl of approval coming from him. His movements were quick, rough, a hectic. Like his life depended on devouring me like an all you can eat buffet. 

His hands soon found the hem of my panties, which were quickly, and literally ripped away from me. A gasped left me as suddenly, a finger played with the entrance to my sacred palace. With primal eyes he stared at me, drinking in my reaction before ducking his head down. His sinful tongue found its way to where it was desperately needed. He danced around my clit, firing up every sense in my body and turning what morals I had left into absolute mush. He skillfully lapped up the wetness that had so quickly formed from a simple touch. 

"So wet for me already, my Gatita." he growled, two fingers slipping their way into my core. A relentlessly string of moans continued to spill from me like a river bursting through a dam. His endless assault had me gripping the edge of the couch, my body contorting against him. He shamelessly worked his fingers in and out of me at such an alarm pace. The pleasure that was beginning to build up inside of me was almost, almost unbearable. 

"Dom, I-"

"Shh, just let me make my Gatita purr..." he whispered seductively against my clit. The vibrations of his voice were almost enough to send me over the edge of oblivion. Before I knew it, there was a familiar ball growing inside, ready to burst. 

"Dominik" I moaned out "Please, I'm going to-"

"I said, be quiet!" a hand roughly slapped against my thigh, causing me to sit up abruptly.

~*~

The realistic dream state slap finally pulled me into consciousness. It was a dream; I was dreaming the whole time. My chest was rising and dropping quickly, a bead of sweat sliding down the side of my face. I looked around quickly, trying to find myself, when our eyes met.

"Dreaming of me, Gatita?" Dominik asked, a proud smirk plastered on his face.

I finally managed to catch my breath before speaking up. "No, of course not!" I quickly lied.

"Right, that's why you were moaning my name over and over in your sleep, hm?"