Page 52 of In Darkness We Claim

“I’m going to turn you into a desperate whore who won’t be able to stop begging for more. You’ll crave my fingers, my tongue, my cock—all of me. I’ll turn you into my perfect little slut, and you’ll love every second of it.”

Ishould have known after my first taste of Harper that it’d never be enough. Once she’d bled all over my dick, giving me the one thing she’d held onto all this time, I claimed her in every way I could.

After her first time, she is sore, and a tad swollen, making her even more sensitive, but that isn’t enough to stop me. The minute she walks out of the bathroom, I push her chest against my bedroom wall and slide my cock into her waiting cunt, bottoming out in one rough, brutal thrust.

I use one hand to hold her arms behind her back, while the other wraps around her creamy throat, making it clear I control the very air she needs to survive.

After filling her with my cum again, I give her a short amount of time to get some sleep, as it has been a long day for us both. I tell myself I can wait until morning, that I need to sleep too, but as Harper curls up into a ball on the far edge of my bed, presenting her arse to me, I lose all of those thoughts in an instant.

I don’t care that she is still asleep, or that she is no doubt incredibly sore by now…I just want to claim what is mine in every way.

I wrap my body around Harper’s, as though I’m trying to spoon her, and she melts into my touch whilst remaining asleep. For just a second, I actually quite enjoy pulling warmth from her as she shuffles around in her sleep, nestling against me even more.

Her arse brushing against my hard length reminds me I’m not here to cuddle. I need to claim what’s mine all over again, so I don’t even hesitate as I push my cock into her waiting hole.

She isn’t as wet as before, but it’s enough to suggest she’s probably having a very good dream. I expect her to wake up as soon as I’m balls deep inside her, but she doesn’t. She lets out a soft murmur as she rocks against me, but her eyes remain closed, still very much asleep.

I give myself a moment to get used to how fucking tight she still feels, her walls clamping around my dick like a vice. After a few deep breaths, I’m ready to move. I wrap one arm around her chest, grabbing hold of her tit as I use my other hand to spread her arse-cheeks apart. I want to watch my cock sinking into her heated flesh.

I pull back until just the tip remains inside, and maintain an agonisingly slow pace as I press in until she’s taken all of me. Harper lets out a soft moan, followed by a gentle whimper, but she doesn’t wake up; her low snores continue as before.

The feel of her gripping my length is too much, and my thrusts get faster each time. As soon as I hit that spot deep inside, Harper’s eyes spring open as she lets out a loud moan, chased by a cry of pleasure as I rub her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

“Lawson…what? Oh, shit…” Her words trail off as she pushes her arse back against me, meeting each of my thrusts, forcing me to slam into her even harder.

I lean in close until my breath fans over her cheek, and after pressing a soft kiss to her neck, I whisper into her ear. “Do you enjoy waking up with your pussy full of my cock? Do you think I could have made you come in your sleep? You felt like you were getting pretty fucking close, sweetheart.”

I feel a shiver ripple through her body as she continues rocking against me, her mouth falling open as she closes her eyes, losing herself to the overwhelming sensations. Her pussy is so wet, but I can feel her walls tightening, like she might be close to exploding all over me.

“Oh, Law… I’m gonna… P-please… I need to…” Her eyes fly open as I pinch her nipple, cutting off her mumbled sentences as she yelps.

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart. Good little whores use their words, remember?” I tell her, before pressing my lips against the pulse point on her neck, loving the feel of her racing heart pounding away beneath me.

I keep up my relentless pace as Harper glares at me, still not happy about me calling her my whore. But that’s exactly what she is, and it’s not the bad thing she seems to think it is. She doesn’t realise that there’s a level of power that comes with embracing her sexuality, and when she truly learns to wield it over me, I’m in for a world of trouble.

I move my hand off her tit and wrap it around her neck, forcing her to tilt her head back until she’s looking up at me, watching as I continue to thrust into her relentlessly. As her moans and whimpers become more desperate, my movements turn uncoordinated as a shiver runs up my spine, letting me know I’m close too.

Her eyes roll again as she cries my name, her pussy fluttering around me as she edges closer to her orgasm. I’m not sure if her silence is because she’s lost in the moment, or because she’s rebelling. Either way, I need to teach her a lesson.

I quickly pull my cock from her dripping cunt, biting my lip to hold back the groan of frustration that tries to rip from me, matching the high-pitched one Harper lets out. She turns to glare at me, her eyes narrowed in frustration.

Before she has the chance to say anything, I slap my hand hard against her arse, and she cries out in pain as a pink hand-shaped mark appears on her creamy flesh. She opens her mouth, but I silence her by spanking her once more.

Harper stares at me with a mixture of confusion and anger, tears filling her beautiful blue eyes as she tries to shuffle away from me, but my arm around her waist holds her in place as I spank her twice more in the same place. I watch in fascination as her pale skin reddens with my handprint.

“What… Why are…” She struggles to find the right words between her whimpers, and I spank her once more.

“Do you remember the rules, Harper?” I ask, keeping my tone firm.

Her brow furrows, as if she’s thinking back, trying to remember them, until she finally shakes her head. “No, I don’t.”

“Surely you remember what I said only a few minutes ago,” I say, before gently massaging my palm over her no-doubt stinging flesh.

Harper lets out a shuddered breath that turns into a whispered whimper as she leans into my touch, feeling the soothing effect my palm is having on her heated skin.

“You called me a whore,” she replies, not even bothering to hide the distaste in her voice.

I shake my head, but I’m not able to keep the smirk off my face as I correct her. “Actually, I said that good whores use their words. Not only are you supposed to tell me what you need, you have to ask for permission to come.”