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.

I was… a lot. I also wasn’t an idiot. I knew I was emotionally stunted, too rash and impulsive, and could be obsessive when I was interested in something.

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.

Love and hate were two sides of the same coin, both fueled by passion. Most people knew that love could easily shift to hate, but the reverse was also true. Ash and Jules were living examples of it.

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.

But Alex was different. I was in love with him and had been for a while. He was everything. The only person who’d ever broken through my defenses and made me want more. And with him, I didn’t just want more. I wanted everything.

“Do you want to be mine?” I took a step closer. “Yes,” he whispered. “Do you want me to be yours?” His nostrils flared, and heat filled his eyes. “Yes.”