*Part 1 of a 2-Part Series*

Koven has Nick Riley on the couch, his hands bound, her long legs locked around him so he cannot slip away. She leans in close, voice sweet and cruel against his ear.

“We’re gonna play a little game. A smother game. I hope you’re good at holding your breath.”

She demands he submit. He declines.

Her long, powerful arms slide around his throat and squeeze until the room tilts and he sinks against her. Heat from her body presses along his back. The scent of her skin fills the space between them.

When he comes back, her soft, slender palms are already sealed over his mouth. Long fingers climb the bridge of his nose and clamp it shut. No air. No words. She smiles down at him.

“Just let it happen. Come on, I know you’re enjoying this.”

He struggles. He begs. She only tightens the seal, black nails pressing into his skin, and laughs when a muffled sound escapes.

“Need some air? I love it when you snore. So much fun, isn’t it? Come on, give in to me.”

Even when he finally offers her anything she wants, Koven stays merciless. She wants to be sure the lesson stuck.

“Trying to get away from me? You submit, no? Oh, that doesn’t mean much to me.”

Her arms coil around his throat again, her hands still covering his face, her breath warm on his neck as she whispers, “Maybe just take a little nap.”

He is hers to train. And she is only getting started.