HER THRONE♡

CHAPTER 9

"It means you spend holidays with me. You follow my... fucking... rules..." Michael lowered his head and pinched the area between his eyes. "What the fuck am I doing? You're my best friend, Mase. I've always needed you around. I've always loved you. I mean, not always like this... you get it. Anyway, I think you get it."

Polly had tears in her eyes as she looked over to Mason to see how he was handling this torrent of emotions and realizations.

But Mason just stood there like a statue as he stared at Michael.

"Well, aren't you going to say something?" Michael asked with a bit of annoyance in his tone. "I really nailed that fucking speech!"

After a pause, Mason said, "Okay."

"Are you fucking kidding me right now? The hell?! You talked to Polly about this shit because she did the same God damn thing...." But Michael was cut off as Mason launched himself the few feet to crash Michael against the wall. His lips pressed hard into Michael's as he absolutely plundered his mouth.

Mason grabbed Michael's hair and controlled the kiss. His pelvis pushed hard against the taller man's cock as he tilted Michael's head using his hair.

Mason used the hand not in his hair to pull down the front of Michael's jeans with such force that the button popped and the zipper tore.

Mason kicked Michael's feet slightly apart so he could get closer while lowering Michael to his height. His grip on the swollen cock was tight, almost punishing. He began to jack it hard and fast. Mason pulled Michael's head back breaking the kiss. Looking down at him he said, "I fucking love this cock."

Polly couldn't believe her eyes. She had seen this side of Mason before, usually just briefly and only with her. Seeing Michael at his mercy was mind blowing.

Mason nipped at Michael's lip, "You aren't going to fight back?" He taunted him, licking over the swollen lip. "You'd let me just take you?"

Mason placed his forearm over Michael's throat, holding him in place as he continued to pump his cock. Michael bit his own lip and tilted his head back, groaning to the ceiling- handing himself over to the pleasure.

"You would let me do that, wouldn't you? Who's the fucking pussy now, bitch?"

Michael reached up and grabbed Mason's throat, spinning both of them around so Mason's back hit the wall. He squeezed Mason's throat and slammed the hand that once touched his cock to the wall.

"You may have a small cock, but you definitely have some big balls talking to me like that," he growled to the man pinned to the wall. Michael's thigh pressed against said balls. "Do you really...really...think you can rape my fucking ass?"

Mason's eyes were watering from the lack of oxygen and the pressure on his groin. Michael loosened his hold.

It was like watching two animals asserting their dominance, fighting to lead the pack. Michael was the alpha. It was settled - not by this display but by every display before that night.

"I-I'm s-sorry," Mason choked out between breaths.

"Are you? You want to challenge me, and then just say 'sorry'?" Michael asked dropping the wrist he held to the wall. "Just words. All fucking words. You must prove yourself to me."

"Y-yes, s-sir," Mason said as his throat was released. His knees hit the ground with a thump. He clearly was ready to suck Michael off.

"Not good enough," Michael hissed his favorite phrase. "Turn around. Pants off."

Mason stood to remove his pants. He then came down on all fours and turned around with his head hung low.

"You go around flirting with other men at bars, huh? Did you fuck that asshole?" Michael asked as he fisted his cock in his strong hand.

"N-no, sir," Mason said shaking his head.

"You definitely did something with him," Michael accused. "You suck him?"

"No!" Mason seemed offended at the suggestion. "No, sir," he corrected. Michael

slapped his bottom for the infraction. "Kissed.

Only kissed."

"Was I not enough for you? Did you want to sample some more of the local dick?"

"Y-you were away at school. I thought that we - you and I just fucked. I missed your... dominance. So I answered an ad," Mason admitted with shame in his voice.

"Sissy wanted?" Michael coldly teased him. "Why didn't you fuck him, Mason?"

"H-he wanted to...he liked... leather and metal...h-he..."

"Couldn't use his words and hands to make you submit?" Michael clarified, knowing the answer. Michael found dominance to be best displayed by quality innate in the person. Whips and chains weren't his favorite tools. Strength, words, and confidence were the arrows in his quiver.