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Lucifer let out a surprise noise as the collar was placed snugly around his neck— on his knees before the large dinner he felt a flush of heat stir in his lower belly.

But now that you gave him permission, he can't help himself.

When you're kissing, his favorite movie is to push his tongue into your mouth and slide his hand across your throat. He won't squeeze at first.e No he lets the warmth of his hand sink into your skin, the calloused pads of his fingers rubbing lightly over your pulse he waits until you whimper in his mouth and then he applies pressure. More and more until he's swallowing your breathy gasps.

In public, he likes to have his arm around your shoulder as you walk to wherever you're going that day. It starts off innocently enough, Bucky keeping you tucked in his side, your arm around his waist. Then his hand creeps around your shoulder, trailing up your chest, his fingers brushing over your collarbone as he continues to talk oh so casually.

You lose your train of thought when his hand finally settles over your throat, his cold ring pressing into your skin. "You've been such a good girl today." He kisses the side of your head. "And good girls get fucked until they can't walk straight."

He leads you into the nearest bathroom stall, his hand still around your throat as he pushes you into the wall. "Now show me how good you can be."

And when you're having sex. Oof. He likes his metal hand around your throat so he can slap your ass with his other one. No matter what position, his hand curves around your throat. When you're on your knees, he'll pull your head back and apply pressure as he rails you, harder and faster, squeezing tighter and tighter until you're wheezing his name, your eyes rolled back as you cum.

Or when you're on your back, he'll have his hand planted by your head, the other wrapped around your neck as his hips pound you into the mattress, brushing his lips across as yours. He loves all the little sounds you make, the way you beg for more.

In front of a mirror, he'll make you watch him thrust in and out of your body, his hand constricting your breath every time you close your eyes. "Keep your eyes open. I want you to see how good your pussy is. Look at you taking my cock. You can give me one more, yeah you can, you're going to give another aren't you doll?"

And when you do, when you shatter around his cock, he clamps down on your throat, the lightheadedness and pressure enhancing your high so good that you gush all over him. "That's my girl."

You're going to be so bruised tomorrow but fuck it's worth it.

And the aftercare you get is top-notch. He kisses the bruises forming across your skin, making sure you drink some water. Praising you as you fall asleep, his hand already itching to be back around your pretty little throat.