Oh. How did he know? How did Justin know this dirty little secret of theirs?

Monty liked to be told what to do, yes but even more, they liked to be forced. There's something about that, about putting up a fight before being made to submit, being subdued, being conquered that gets Monty's blood hot and rushing.

Their knees pinch back together. Their lashes lower. Their fingers press hard into their own wrist, nearly cutting the skin. They look coy without meaning to. They wonder if it's working.