Chapter 166: Submissive Jenny**

"Where exactly do you think you’re running off to, Jenny?"

He whispered the words raspily, leaning down until his shadow completely swallowed her.

The mattress dipped under his weight. His bare chest hovered close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

The room still carried the faint scent of earlier sex, mixed with the cooler air near the open side of the bed.

"I-I-I- N-No where..."

Jenny gasped. Her breath hitched hard from the sudden proximity—and from the fact that neither of them had any clothes left between them.

Especially in this position, she could do nothing but feel completely powerless. One of his palms pressed her firmly into the bed. Her body refused to obey the half-formed orders her mind tried to give it. Her legs stayed open.

Her arms stayed weak. All she managed was a shallow, shaky inhale.

"No where?"

Fredrinn slid his hand up her chest, moving slowly toward her neck.

Jenny craned her head backwards on instinct, exposing more of her throat and giving him even greater power over her body.

She gazed up into his eyes in a daze. Her thoughts had already started to blur.

She was simply playing into her instincts now as she had no clear idea what to do on her own.

Fredrinn was not retarded enough to not realize what kind of girl Jenny was.

He had always carried a quiet suspicion and tonight it became even clearer. She was a submissive who leaned heavily toward masochism.

Andrea had a competitive spirit and could hold her own when she wanted to.

Rose was more of a switch—someone who only truly wanted hardcore, and who could either dominate or turn subservient depending on how hard her partner pushed.

Jenny was different. She was the pure sub. The type who surrendered the entire control to her man and took real pleasure in being used according to his will.

And lucky for her... Fredrinn was into this shit.

He did not spare another thought before he let his hand curl around her slender neck.

Jenny gasped the moment his fingers closed. Her eyes grew even more glassy.

Tears prickled at the corners of her vision as her breathing turned ragged and uneven. The pressure was careful but firm—enough to make every breath feel deliberate.

Fredrinn did not even need to lift her panties to know she was completely soaked. The thin fabric clung to her, darkened and shiny in the center.

Still, he had yet to confirm just how deep her masochism ran. There was no way he would give her everything she wanted until he was certain.

He hooked a finger of his free hand under the elastic of her panties and pulled the fabric slightly aside.

Cool air brushed against her delicate, damp pussy. The sudden contrast made her hips twitch.

"Hnn~ Fred~ Ahh~ R-Remove it~"

She mumbled the request, voice thin and shaky. The silken edge of her panties rubbed against her sensitive cunt with every small movement, teasing more than it soothed.

Fredrinn did not remove it.

He simply unhooked his finger from the elastic and let the panty snap gently back into place, hiding the beautiful flower from his vision once more.

But he did not care about her soft plea. Instead, he tightened the choke on her neck and looked straight into her glassy, hazy eyes.

"You still didn’t tell me where you were going, Jenny."

He smirked as he spoke. The words were low, almost playful, but the pressure of his hand left no room for real playfulness.

"Ahh~"

Jenny felt her throat contract under his grip. Pressure built steadily along the sides of her neck.

Breathing became slightly more difficult—not enough to panic her, but enough to make every inhale a conscious effort. As a normal response she tried to grab the hand on her throat.

Her fingers closed around his wrist, but her meager strength was nowhere near enough to make him budge. The attempt only underlined how little control she actually had.

"Answer me."

Fredrinn repeated the command. This time he also used his other hand, sliding it slowly over her athletic stomach.

He felt the faint but present bumps of her abs under the smooth skin before his palm finally closed over one of her gorgeous, perfect breasts.

The soft weight of it filled his hand completely.

He squeezed it tightly and her nipple was already erect, standing tall like a mountain peak.

Fredrinn grinned at the sight as he flicked it with his thumb, pinching it slightly between his thumb and the index finger.

"Augh~"

Jenny recoiled further into the mattress. Her body seized in a sharp, involuntary jolt.

She tried at the same time to push his hand away from her neck and to ease the crushing pressure on her breast.

Alas... Neither efforts worked.

A broken sound slipped out of her throat—half moan, half gasp.

"I augh~ Thought~ Hnn~ You will do Rose first~"

She managed to force the words out between labored breaths. The admission came out tangled with another soft moan.

Her hips shifted restlessly against the sheets. The soaked panties clung even tighter now.

Fredrinn finally released her breast and loosened the grip on her throat—though he did not let go entirely.

His fingers stayed curved around her neck like a quiet reminder.

Jenny immediately dragged in several deep, ragged breaths. Color slowly returned to her face. Tears still clung to her lashes. Her chest rose and fell hard under his remaining hand.

He watched her recover just enough to speak clearly again. The dazed, glassy look in her eyes had not faded. If anything, the brief restriction seemed to have sunk her deeper into that submissive haze.

She thought she would be mad at him for choking her, for being so rough with her... But right now, she couldn’t help but think how unique the sensation felt.

No one had treated her like this before and she didn’t even watch a lot of porn or eroticas, so she didn’t know what really turned her on.

No wonder she didn’t like any guys who proposed to her in college till now...

While Fredrinn...

He stroked her delicate neck, causing her to gasp softly as he whispered.

"Don’t think for yourself from next time, yes? You will move if I tell you to, otherwise stay."

Saying that, he gazed into her eyes without a tinge of playfulness.

Hell... It seemed like he was hoping she would rebel against him.

"Y-Yes..." Jenny gulped and nodded with a tinge of excitement buried under her nervousness...