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-Maddox-
Whenwewerekids,Devon used to grab my throat to threaten me in a fight. When we were teens, his throat grabs were so hard I thought he might choke the life out of me. That first night we kissed at the track, he’d wrapped his fingers around my throat to put me in place and take control.
Now?
Now I craved his hand necklaces. Goddamn. The entirety of my body hummed to life when he wrapped his hand around my throat. Devon knew how to confuse my emotions enough to excite them. His palm pressed against my windpipe, his fingers curled around the side of my neck, drumming once before tightening, and his thumb pushed up on my chin, forcing my gaze. His blue eyes saw straight through me, reading my thoughts like he had every right to them.
“You like this,” he declared, with no room for negotiation.
Yeah, I fucking liked it. I liked it because all of his attention was on me. He wasn’t being self-conscious or worrying about his dad, homelessness, our pathetic lives, the wedding, or how our plan got fucked up and his dad was on the loose again. Devon was unabashedly mine right now, and I didn’t care that it took him tying me up to get all his attention. He was mine and I was his, and this moment proved it.
“You like giving me control,” he went on.
“I like your attention,” I countered, my throat bobbing against his palm.
“You like it when I’m in charge.”
“I like it when youtakecharge.” I grinned at him, loving this.
After a fight for control that I didn’t really fight too hard during, Devon almost looked disappointed when he won. The cabin blurred around the outside of my vision, black and white spots dancing where it used to be, but Devon let up his grip before I blacked out. My hands were held hostage, tied to the chair the same way my ankles were. I’d never been restrained before, other than being cuffed, and I still didn’t know what I thought about it.
“This isn’t what I thought you’d do when you got the power,” I admitted to him. “But I’m happy it turned out this way.”
Yeah, I thought he’d try to dominate the hell out of me by being the top, but instead, he rode my dick and used my neck as the reins. He was still in charge here, no matter what role he took, and he damn well knew it.
“I just like that you can’t take control. I won that shit,” he said, sinking onto my dick and staying still. His hips rocked, and I groaned, but that groan turned into a whine of complaint when he broke my only rule.
“Devon! I said no to this.”
“Yeah, well, tough shit.”
“Does consent mean nothing to you?” I scoffed, my vision being taken from me.
He put the blindfold over my eyes and snapped the elastic strap at the back of my head. “Not right now. I need to say some shit, and I don’t want you to see me while I say it.”
“Seriously?” I complained, staring at nothing but glaring at him through the material. “You use your one and only chance at dominance to confess secrets while I can’t see you?”
“Yes,” he moaned, still rocking on my cock. “So shut your mouth and let me say this shit.”
I tugged on the binds around my wrists, wishing I could rip this blindfold off my face. “Hurry up and say it then. I hate not seeing you.” Despite my anger at him for disregarding my rule, I got a bit nervous about what he needed to say. Was it about the wedding? Did he change his mind? We were getting married in a week. I hoped.
“Stop freaking out. It’s nothing bad, but I know you’re going to mock the shit out of me for it, so I’d rather you not see me blush.”
I pouted. “I love it when you blush.” How dare he rob me of the chance to see it.
“I love fighting with you, Madd.” Okay, not the direction I thought this was going to go. “I love it when you challenge me, and I like it when we fight for control.”
I clamped my jaw shut and tried to focus on his body as much as his words. He wasn’t moving anymore. He just sat on my dick and played with my hair, his voice almost nervous.
“One of my favourite things about you is that you never let me win. You don’t half-ass your effort, you know? You’re either an egotistical asshole or you see me as an equal.”
Both.
Devon shifted a bit, his ass squeezing my dick. “I want to fight with you forever. I want days when I win, days when you win, and days when we’re too stubborn to declare a winner. I want our competitiveness to fuel us forever, and I don’t want you to ever look at me like I’m less than you.”
“Why can’t I look at you when you say this?” I asked, desperate to see the look in his eyes and figure out what he was trying to say.
