Page 86 of The Claiming

Neither of us have forgotten what happened in the dungeon and our afternoon is about to be spent in a far more pleasurable way than catching a game on the tv, or hanging out at the gym.

She follows me out of the kitchen and I grip her hand tightly in mine and whisper, “Ready to pick up where we left off?”

“I can’t think of anything else.”

Her sexy eyes sparkle with lust and we make short work of the stairs to the attic suite of rooms I call my own.

No sooner than we are inside, I tear off my t-shirt and love how her eyes flash as she does the same. We are wasting no time and are soon naked, and I stoop down and remove the handcuffs from my pocket.

“Now, where were we slave?”

She drags on her bottom lip as I command, “Hands behind your back.”

She is almost defiant as she turns, doing as I say because a bet’s a bet and she’s not the kind of girl to renege on that.

As I clamp her wrists together, I kiss her lightly on her neck, biting down on the soft skin, causing her to shiver.

Then I lead her into the bedroom and say roughly, “Get on your knees.”

Her breath hitches as she drops to the floor and I locate the sleeping mask I keep in my bedside drawer.

I fasten it around her eyes and whisper darkly in her ear, “You are mine to play with for one week. Anything I say, anything I want you to do, you will do it without question, or suffer the punishment I decide is fitting.”

She groans, causing a soft smile to stretch my lips because I know Cassie and she will hate being controlled by me even for a second. It goes against everything she believes in and yet she can’t deny she is turned on by the situation. It’s obvious, and so am I.

This is exactly what I imagined when I decided to resurrect The Claiming. To command another person – to control them. The fact Cassie is a wild spirited goddess is the icing on the cake and I can’t believe my luck.

I kneel behind her and press my cock against her ass, causing her to gasp, “Fuck!”

She can’t see my amusement and probably expects the worst, but I’m messing with her—for now.

I rub it along the crease of her ass, whispering darkly, “Imagine how tight it is in there.”

I push in a little and she groans, her arousal already seeping onto my cock.

I pull away and she tenses as I replace my cock with my tongue and as I lick her ass from her sodden pussy up to the crack, her legs tremble as I push two fingers inside her wet heat.

“You’re a dirty slave who wants my cock.” I growl into her ear and she moans, “I fucking hate you.”

“I fucking hate you—master.”

I admonish her and, tugging back on her hair, I hiss, “Say it.”

Her voice passes through gritted teeth. “I fucking hate you—master.”

“Good girl.”

I increase the pressure on her scalp, causing her to gasp as the pain bites and then without warning, I push my cock into her wet heat from behind, causing her to fall forward, held up only by my fist in her hair.

As I fuck her hard from behind, her breathing is ragged, and her moans a serious turn on and I relish the sensation of being inside her. We fit like a second skin and I love the beauty of watching us in the mirror that runs the length of the wall. Cassie can see nothing at all, but I see everything.

The way she bites her lip, her mouth open as she moans with longing. Her heated skin that I want to mark so badly, stamping my ownership of her on it, so that everyone is no doubt whose girl she is. I slow down and glide in and out, loving my command of her. Trussed up and held up by me and nothing else. She cannot move. Her wrists are bound behind her back, held up by one of my hands. My other one holding her hair as I push in hard and fast. It’s an erotic image that needs no photograph. It’s seared on my brain for eternity as I bury myself balls deep into this amazing woman.

As the pressure builds and my cock swells, I pull out and paint her ass in my cum, endless streams of desire coating her skin, marking her as my woman.

I don’t let her come, that will happen when I have finished and as I release my hold on her, she falls forward, face planting the rug.

I stand, leaving her in a crumpled heap on the ground, painted in my cum and I take a moment to admire my handiwork.

---