Chokehold Book Novels & Stories

Dennis let out a sharp hiss, loosening his grip just enough for her to break free. For a brief moment, Chloe was free. Her mouth was no longer silenced, and she took a deep breath, ready to scream for help as loudly as she could. She turned to run, her legs trembling beneath her, but her movements felt sluggish—disjointed from the fear that pushed her forward. She opened her mouth, but before the words could escape, Dennis was on her again, faster this time. His hands were like iron as they gripped her, and in one swift motion, he pressed a handkerchief over her nose and mouth.

And then, from the deep shadow between a Range Rover and a low-slung sports car, another figure moved. This one was silent. A streak of dark clothing. No warning shout, no theatrical entrance. One second there was empty space, the next the bulky man was stumbling forward with a choked grunt, his intended lunge towards Sabatine aborted. A black-gloved hand was clamped over his mouth from behind, an arm like a steel cable around his neck. The man’s eyes, wide and startled over the glove, met Sabatine’s for a split second before they rolled back in his head. The chokehold was expert, clinical. The man went limp.

For a moment, the air between us crackled with the same electricity I'd felt during our confrontation at dinner last night. "Much better," I managed to say. The afternoon moved to hand-to-hand combat, which meant more touching, more moments when Lorenzo's body pressed against mine as he showed me how to break holds and counter attacks. Every lesson was an exercise in self-control, fighting the urge to lean into his touch instead of learning to fight against it. "The key to escaping a chokehold," he said, his arm wrapped around my throat from behind, "is speed and leverage. Don't waste time trying to pull the arm away—go for the weak points."

He was confident watching me slip unconscious, and so it was alarming when I sprang into action. While my hands continued to pry against his tense hand around my neck, my right leg bent up, bringing my knee high to my chest before the heel slammed down hard onto his leg knee cap. I heard the pop of his knee dislocating before the sound of his pain-filled howl. His grip around my neck released instantly, and I crashed to the floor, gasping for air violently. In practice, we always release chokeholds long before this moment, so it was new for me and also terrifying. I was close to dying there.

He snarled. She brought the book like it burned her hand. "Kneel." Her knees sank to the floor. She held her hands together and twisted them. "Come here." He looked so angry, he scared her. She walked on her knees towards him on the door. Her knees arching, she stared up at him. He leaned down and his hand went to her neck. He wrapped his big hand around her collared neck and squeezed, choking her. Danika's eyes widened as her breathing hitched, she found it hard to draw in breaths.

The impact jolted through my arms. She yelped a high, pained sound and stumbled sideways, shaking her head violently. That was my opening. I sprinted forward, leapt onto her back, and wrapped my arms around her thick neck in a chokehold. My legs locked around her ribs. She reared and spun, trying to crush me against the ground, but I squeezed tighter, cutting off her air. My muscles screamed. Blood trickled down my side from her earlier claws, but I didn’t loosen my grip.

I arched into him. He let go. He stepped back. He waited. I kicked again. He dodged. I tried a sweep, but I missed. He caught me in a rear choke. His arm wrapped around my throat, not squeezing, just holding. Firm. Controlling. His chest pressed to my back. His erection dug into the small of my back like a promise. “You lose,” he murmured against my ear. “Say it.”

My joy was shortlived though, because the man fluidly jumped to his feet and instantly grabbed me in a chokehold, cutting off my air supply. Face paling, I slapped and scratched at his hands. He said beside my ear, "What do you do when someone has you in a chokehold?" In a choked and pissed voice, I said, "I...don't...know, pr*ck." "You target two places. Their solar plexus, or their instep." The arch between the toes and the ankle. Without warning I rose my leg, and jammed my feet down on his instep. With a loud grunt he released me instantly. I spun around and dug my elbow into his solar plexus. When he staggered away, I rose my leg and aimed a kick at his groin.

The constant choking from Jax’s cock down her throat, the stinging slaps that kept landing on her ass, the deep, cervix-battering thrusts from Carla, and the teasing strokes on her own cock — it was overwhelming. Carla suddenly reached forward and wrapped one powerful arm around Roxy’s throat from behind, putting her in a rear chokehold while still pounding her pussy. The dual breath play, throat fucked by Jax and choked by Carla’s muscular arm, pushed Roxy right to the brink. “You don’t get to breathe until you cum again, bitch,” Carla growled in her ear, tightening the choke. “Squirt on my cock like the pathetic fighter you are.” Roxy’s body seized.

“What else do you want? You were the one who said he wanted a docile slave. But now, you are telling me you don't want it?” I stood from the ground I was kneeling on. “For God's sake, what you do you—” “This.” He turned so suddenly, I didn't register what was happening until he had me in a chokehold. Yet, I didn't struggle. I only narrowed my eyes to slits as I watched him, with a dark expression on my face.