Never Have I Ever: Submitted to My Enemy

by Willow Dixon

He was into edging, sensory deprivation, probably humiliation, and being used. Those were also high on my list of favorite kinks.

Fun’s hesitation was hot as fuck. It told me he wasn’t experienced, and that pushed all my buttons. Corrupting “straight” boys was one of my favorite pastimes. And being one of the first, if not the first, to get my dick in someone satisfied a baser part of myself I usually didn’t let out. That bastard was dark and possessive and way too intense for most people.

The object of my desire became my entire world, and I learned everything I could about it, or, in

the case of people, I tended to smother them with attention and freak them out.

My secret, the one I hadn’t even told Fun about, was that I was a jealous, possessive bastard. When someone was mine, they were mine.

His nostrils flared. “It is fucked up. I want to hate you! Why couldn’t the universe let me have that? Why did it have to be you on the other end of the line? Why are you the only one who can make the noise in my head shut up?” “Because you were made for me.”

Usually, I could maintain a certain level of detachment when I did role-play. It allowed me to keep on top of the situation and tailor my act to whatever my partner wanted me to be. Not with him. He was all flashing eyes and pouting lips under me. He looked perfect. He looked like mine.

“I need more,” he begged. I added a third. His ass looked amazing, swallowing my fingers. I watched raptly as I finger fucked him, still moving too slow to give him any sort of relief. “Kai,” he mumbled. “Need you.” The roar that filled my ears knocked me momentarily senseless. He clenched around my fingers. Shit, I’d stopped teasing him.