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  CHOKE ME

  A K&K Kinky Reads Collection Novella

  KER DUKEY

  K WEBSTER

  Contents

  Books by Ker Dukey

  Books by K Webster

  Author Note

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Epilogue

  Books by Ker Dukey and K Webster

  Acknowledgements

  About Ker Dukey

  About Author K Webster

  A K&K Kinky Reads Collection Novella

  By

  Ker Dukey and K Webster

  Copyright

  Copyright © 2019 Ker Dukey

  Copyright © 2019 K Webster

  Cover Design: All by Design

  Photo: Adobe Stock

  Editor: Emily A. Lawrence

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by an information and retrieval system without express written permission from the Author/Publisher.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Blurb

  I had a plan.

  Make Ren Hayes pay.

  But plans don’t always turn out the way we want them to.

  He was found not guilty of murdering my best friend.

  But that doesn’t make him innocent.

  In my eyes, he’s guilty.

  Guilty of charming everyone around him into believing his innocence.

  Guilty of being so intoxicating I forget who he is—what he is.

  And guilty of awakening parts of me I never knew existed before his touch.

  I know eventually, I’ll succumb.

  His allure beckons me.

  Keeping me on the edge of madness between lust and hate.

  In the end, it’s me who’s guilty.

  Guilty of allowing him to take my breath away.

  Books by Ker Dukey

  Empathy Series:

  Empathy

  Desolate

  Vacant – Novella

  Deadly – Novella

  The Broken Series:

  The Broken

  The Broken Parts of Us

  The Broken Tethers That Bind Us – Novella

  The Broken Forever – Novella

  The Men by Numbers Series:

  Ten

  Six

  Drawn to You Duet:

  Drawn to You

  Lines Drawn

  Standalone Novels:

  My Soul Keeper

  Lost

  I See You

  The Beats in Rift

  Devil

  Co-Written with D. Sidebottom

  The Deception Series:

  FaCade

  Cadence

  Beneath Innocence – Novella

  The Lilith’s Army MC Series:

  Taking Avery

  Finding Rhiannon

  Coming Home TBA

  Co-Written with K Webster

  The Pretty Little Dolls Series:

  Pretty Stolen Dolls

  Pretty Lost Dolls

  Pretty New Doll

  Pretty Broken Dolls

  The V Games Series:

  Vlad

  Ven

  Vas

  KKinky Reads Collection:

  Share Me

  Choke Me

  Joint Series

  Four Fathers Series:

  Blackstone by J.D. Hollyfield

  Kingston by Dani René

  Pearson by K Webster

  Wheeler by Ker Dukey

  Four Sons Series:

  Nixon by Ker Dukey

  Hayden by J.D Hollyfield

  Brock by Dani René

  Camden by K Webster

  The Elite Seven Series:

  Lust – Ker Dukey

  Pride – J.D. Hollyfield

  Wrath – Claire C. Riley

  Envy – M.N.Forgy

  Gluttony – K Webster

  Sloth – Giana Darling

  Greed – Ker Dukey & K Webster

  Books by K Webster

  Psychological Romance Standalones:

  My Torin

  Whispers and the Roars

  Cold Cole Heart

  Blue Hill Blood

  Romantic Suspense Standalones:

  Dirty Ugly Toy

  El Malo

  Notice

  Sweet Jayne

  The Road Back to Us

  Surviving Harley

  Love and Law

  Moth to a Flame

  Erased

  Extremely Forbidden Romance Standalones:

  The Wild

  Hale

  Like Dragonflies

  Taboo Treats:

  Bad Bad Bad

  Coach Long

  Ex-Rated Attraction

  Mr. Blakely

  Easton

  Crybaby

  Lawn Boys

  Malfeasance

  Renner’s Rules

  The Glue

  Dane

  Enzo

  Red Hot Winter

  KKinky Reads Collection:

  Share Me

  Choke Me

  Contemporary Romance Standalones:

  The Day She Cried

  Untimely You

  Heath

  Sundays are for Hangovers

  A Merry Christmas with Judy

  Zeke’s Eden

  Schooled by a Senior

  Give Me Yesterday

  Sunshine and the Stalker

  Bidding for Keeps

  B-Sides and Rarities

  Paranormal Romance Standalones:

  Apartment 2B

  Running Free

  Mad Sea

  War & Peace Series:

  This is War, Baby (Book 1)

  This is Love, Baby (Book 2)

  This Isn’t Over, Baby (Book 3)

  This Isn’t You, Baby (Book 4)

  This is Me, Baby (Book 5)

  This Isn’t Fair, Baby (Book 6)

  This is the End, Baby (Book 7 – a novella)

  Lost Planet Series:

  The Forgotten Commander (Book 1)

  The Vanished Specialist (Book 2)

  2 Lovers Series:

  Text 2 Lovers (Book 1)

  Hate 2 Lovers (Book 2)

  Thieves 2 Lovers (Book 3)

  Pretty Little Dolls Series:

  Pretty Stolen Dolls (Book 1)

  Pretty Lost Dolls (Book 2)

  Pretty New Doll (Book 3)

  Pretty Broken Dolls (Book 4)

  The V Games Series:

  Vlad (Book 1)

  Ven (Book 2)

  Vas (Book 3)

  Four Fathers Books:

  Pearson

  Four Sons Books:

  Camden

  Elite Seven Books:

  Gluttony

  Not Safe for Amazon Books:

  The Wild

  Hale

  Bad Bad Bad

  This is War, Baby

  Like Dragonflies

  The Breaking the Rules Series:

  Broken (Book 1)

  Wrong (Book 2)

  Scarred (Book 3)

  Mistake (Book 4)

  Cru
shed (Book 5 – a novella)

  The Vegas Aces Series:

  Rock Country (Book 1)

  Rock Heart (Book 2)

  Rock Bottom (Book 3)

  The Becoming Her Series:

  Becoming Lady Thomas (Book 1)

  Becoming Countess Dumont (Book 2)

  Becoming Mrs. Benedict (Book 3)

  Alpha & Omega Duet:

  Alpha & Omega (Book 1)

  Omega & Love (Book 2)

  Author Note

  Breathplay

  Erotic asphyxiation, or breathplay, is a sexual practice involving the intentional deprivation of oxygen to the brain by choking, hanging, or other.

  Sex always comes with some form of risk. Breathplay, however, and other practices of kink carry an inherent risk. When indulging in breathplay, you should be aware of the emotional and physical dangers on top of the common risks associated with sex.

  These sexual activities push limits and should always be practiced safely.

  There are two mantras used in the world of BDSM that can help keep you in the territory of healthy sex:

  Safe, Sane, and Consensual (SSC).

  And Risk Aware Consensual Kink (RACK).

  These are the foundation stones of healthy scening.

  When engaging in sexual acts with a partner, it’s crucial to keep communication open.

  Trust is paramount.

  Stay safe.

  Stay aware.

  Stay satisfied.

  Stroke, poke, and choke me, baby.

  Take my breath away.

  For our kinky bitches…

  Who like the kind of sex that leaves a mark.

  One

  They say blondes have more fun. I always thought that was true. I mean, I’m kind of an expert. Blondes really turn me the fuck on. And the one on her knees, sucking me off like it’s her job, she’s having a lot of fun. In fact, pretty much all blondes I have ever known have always had fun when it comes to me.

  Except one.

  As the enthusiastic blonde with her tits hanging out of her dress gags on my dick, my eyes track the unhappy blonde. The annoyed blonde. The blonde who wouldn’t know fun if it slapped her in her face with its dick. While I should look away from the scowling blonde to focus on my slobbering blonde, I can’t.

  I’ve been looking at her since the day I saw her in the courtroom.

  Fuck. It’s been ages. Nearly six months now. I stood on trial in front of a jury while the state attempted to prosecute me for the murder of Kate Rose.

  “That thing is dangerous,” the blonde between my legs mutters breathily before licking the silver ball on the underside of my piercing. “I nearly chipped a tooth.”

  I drag my eyes from the glaring blonde, who thinks she’s hiding in the shadows, to the one smiling at me. “If my dick was in your throat, Tammy, you wouldn’t have to worry about those pretty teeth.”

  Tammy, whom I only met thirty minutes ago, giggles. Her blue eyes are slightly widened as though she’s surprised I remembered her name. I remember everyone’s name. It’s what makes me good at my job. I’m an artist and repertoire rep. I go to bars and clubs, find the really fucking amazing talent, and I sign them to Harose Records. My older brother Ronan may be the suit who manages the financial end of things, but it’s my careful selection and eye for really fucking awesome musicians that keeps the money in his greedy hands in the first place. As much as Ronan likes to play the big-time record exec role, we both know who keeps Harose in fucking business.

  I groan when Tammy starts sucking on me again. While she’s distracted, I seek out her. The fussy blonde. The nosey one. The angry one. As soon as my eyes latch onto her fierce green ones—eyes I only know the color of because I stared at her while on the witness stand—she dips her head down, hiding behind her thick golden locks.

  Can’t hide from me, nerdy Natasha. I fucking see you.

  She may be a nerd on the outside, but she’s not fooling anyone. Behind her college sweatshirt are full tits that strain against the material. Her jeans are fitted, molding perfectly to her luscious curves. And the thick, black-rimmed glasses? She may need them to see, but they only serve to make her look hotter. Nerds don’t have juicy goddamn lips meant for sucking dick like Natasha does.

  As Tammy works my dick over, I can’t help but think of the trial. How Natasha Washington stared at me with every ounce of hate she could muster. It was her best friend and roomie who died. Kate Rose was strangled to death. And I was arrested for that shit because my fingerprints were all over the scarf found wrapped around her pretty neck.

  We weren’t fucking dating, but I had to convince a jury otherwise or spend the next ten to twenty-five years behind bars. I’m too pretty for prison.

  Kate was into the same kinks I’m into. It’s how we fucking met. She was a gasper, and her death was unfortunate. It will stay with me forever, haunting my choices.

  But you can’t go to prison for a little breathplay gone wrong.

  My attention is dragged back to Tammy. Poor Tammy. Pushing forty, fighting wrinkles, and desperately looking for a successful man like me to get her off her knees once and for all. I stroke her hair as she takes me deep in her throat, pulling out all her tricks. She’ll find someone one day, but it sure as hell won’t be me. I’m just an asshole who likes his dick sucked.

  Natasha’s eyes burn into me and I’m once again hunting her down. She’s walked out from the shadowed corner, her pouty lips pressed into a firm line. I can practically feel her prissy disappointment rippling over to me. If she’d let me, I’d pull that stick out of her ass real quick and replace it with my cock.

  Images of her bent over the sofa she stands behind, my fingers digging into her pale hips, has me coming without warning. Tammy—God love her—swallows down my release like a champ. I grunt, slightly thrusting my hips, as I smirk at Natasha.

  Lifting a brow at her, I flash her a smug grin that says, “You want to be next?”

  Her nostrils flare in disgust.

  “What are you doing later?” Tammy asks as she pulls the top of her dress up, putting her fake tits back where they should be. “I could go home with you. Show you a little more of what I’m good at.”

  I toy with her bleached hair. Tammy, Tammy, Tammy. You try so hard. Instead of telling her what’s on my mind, I grin at her. “As enticing as that offer is, beautiful, I have to work. I’m on a short break, but I need to get in there to listen to Soul Prison.”

  She pouts as she stands. I give her ass a little swat before tucking my wet dick in my jeans.

  “The night’s still young,” I tell her. “I saw a couple of suits who look sorely out of place. Maybe you should give them a warm Tammy welcome.”

  She laughs. “You’re an asshole, handsome.”

  “Never claimed not to be one.”

  As she sashays away, hot on the prowl for a new mark, I stand and seek out Natasha. Several men stand nearby, their obvious interest in her making her uncomfortable. She’s tense and keeps giving them the “back the fuck off” vibes.

  Little lamb, you’re in the den with the wolves.

  I glance at the clock. Fifteen minutes until Soul Prison goes on. Just enough time to see what has dragged Natasha into the VIP room of one of my favorite clubs. I want to see if her face can possibly sour any more while talking to me.

  Before I can make my way over to her, my phone buzzes. William Warner’s name flashes across the screen. I have half a mind to send it to voicemail, but he’ll just bug the shit out of me until I answer. The idiot doesn’t have a filter. I can’t risk him leaving incriminating shit on my voicemail.

  “What?” I grunt out, my eyes once again seeking out Natasha. Her back is turned so that I get a nice view of her curvy ass in her jeans.

  “Where are you?” he demands. “I wanted to go out tonight.”

  William—an old friend from high school who kind of stuck throughout the years despite our vast differences—doesn’t mean he wants to go out to party or drink or lis
ten to bands. No, William wants to go out on a hunt for his next bed partner. While he looks okay if you’re into a perfect Ken doll look, he lacks the finesse and charm I have. I can grin at any woman, flash her a wink, and lead her to a back room where she’ll be all too happy to get a little kinky with me. William is too worried about his public image. He’s a sick bastard stuck in a pretty boy’s body. Instead of flaunting his darker tastes like I do, he hides them.

  “I’m working,” I rumble.

  I catch Natasha raking her gaze down my front. I’m hard to ignore. Not even Natasha, the little lamb about to get devoured, can ignore me. She hates me—thinks she knows me—but she can’t deny the way her body responds around me. It satisfies me to watch her high cheekbones flood with crimson.

  “Tomorrow?” William whines. “Please?”

  He can’t be left alone with his curiosity with kinks. I’ve already come to his rescue once over that shit. I’ll be damned if I do it again. I made the asshole promise not to do anything without my supervision. And because he’s somewhat in the public eye, he obeys me, knowing he can’t afford to fuck up again.