Page 28 of Little Darling

“Makes me hard that you’re marked by me in every way.” His voice was so deep. He could turn my body on with just a few choice words, it seemed. “I know this little cunt is sore from me fucking it. But I’m about to make it even sorer.” He gave my pussy another slap, and the wet sound echoed in the room.

I gasped, unable to form any words at his crudeness and rough handling.

He spanked my pussy again.

Smack.

And again.

Smack.

All while I whimpered and lifted my hips for more.

“You like me slapping your little pussy.” He didn’t phrase it like a question. “Hit me again,” he ordered and leaned in, bracing his free hand on the bed beside my head. “Do it. Make me harder with the pain.”

I felt like my jaw unhinged at hearing him ask—all but begging—for me to hurt him.

And I wanted it. God, I wanted to unleash my rage on him.

“Go on, little darling. Slap the fuck out of me. Hit me. Bite me. Make me hurt like I hurt you.”

I clamped my teeth together, felt my anger and pleasure rise, and before I knew it, I was slapping him once, twice… and on the third time, I shoved him back. He twisted, landing on his back and taking me with him, so I was now straddling his waist.

I felt this animal take control of me. He gripped my waist and lifted me, sliding me down on his hard cock, taking him fully inside me. I saw red and dragged my nails down his chest, leaving scratches over his pectoral muscles.

This wasn’t me. I wasn't a violent person. But all this emotion was welled up in my body and came out in this physical form.

The tears were next, but they weren’t one of being sad. They were of being… relieved. Of freedom. Of being… alive.

And the entire time I was riding Lars, he lay there taking everything I gave him. The pain of my nails on his chest. The pleasure of my pussy clamping down on his cock.

“God,” he groaned and gripped my ass cheeks as he guided me up and down his length. “You’re the most beautiful, perfect thing I’ve ever fucking seen in my life, Dolly.” He grunted and growled as I rolled my hips and sought my own pleasure. “That’s it. Fuckme.”

I tipped my head back and moaned, so close to going over the edge I felt my fingers and toes starting to tingle.

“You’re such a good girl. I want to fill you up, Dolly, so there isn’t room for anything else.”

I was panting, so close… so… close.

“Everything’s changed,” he hissed out as if speaking to himself. “Look at me.”

I did what he said, forcing my eyes open and staring into his.

“Say you’re mine.” The urgency in his words and the way he stared at me after he spoke them told me this man was on the precipice of losing his mind unless I gave him this.

And I didn't.

But I was.

I came in a shattering explosion.

“Look at me!” His voice sounded distorted, and I realized I closed my eyes again. When I opened them, it was to see Lars’s top half had risen from the mattress, and his face—with its savage expression—was only an inch from mine.

“I better never have to tell you again to look at me when I make you come.”

Sweat beaded and fell down his temple, and I found myself spearing my hands into his now damp, dark hair to tug on the strands.

“Youfucking look atmewhile I make you come.”