Chapter 288 The Tourist Trap(Erotica):>Ep12

• Despite the alarm on his face, Will's movements were still slow, considered. He read the message, but didn't appear to have processed what it meant, "Quinn, what's going on?" After her initial panic subsided, she sprung into action, tugging her panties off amid her struggle to breathe, then fumbling behind her back for the clasp of her bra. Will froze as he saw what she was doing. Coming slowly to her aid, he went behind her and carefully worked each of the connectors free from her bra. She shimmied if off, the collar finally relenting as she stood bare.
• Taking a deep swig of air, she groaned with relief, standing up and using Will's shoulder for leverage. She was still too relieved to be uncomfortable that her lingerie was in a pool on the floor around her feet.
• Just as she began to regain her composure, the collar choked her again. Her hands grappled for her throat, Will reacting more severely this time, "What now?! Quinn?" he spluttered. Without enough air to give him instructions he looked helpless. He was so used to relying on her and she felt all the sadder for not being able to support him. She tugged weakly at his shirt, preoccupied with her fight for air, still able to suck a little oxygen despite the increasingly tight grip. Will connected the dots and began reacting with speed. He kicked off his shoes, yanked his clothes over his head, flicking off his bracelets, and hopping on one foot as he removed his jeans. It was a flurry of movement, perhaps the quickest Quinn had ever seen him move. He tossed his shoes and clothes towards the drawer, bumping her as he snatched up his socks and her underwear to throw in too, ignoring the aroma of her wetness as he went. In seconds it was done, and the drawer closed silently on its rails as Will attended to her, pressing his hands to the sides of her hips as the collar loosened. She coughed and gasped, steadying herself on his arms and letting the shakiness settle.