Page 40 of In Darkness We Claim

When Lawson looks down at me, there’s none of the softness I saw before, only the cold, emotionless guy that’s spent the last two years driving me crazy. He’s looking at me like I’m nothing, and I’ve never felt worse about myself.

“Open your mouth, whore. Show everyone what you can do,” he snaps, as he pulls down the zipper on his trousers.

My heart hammers against my ribs like a trapped bird, a frantic drumbeat in the silence. Thoughts collide in my head, a chaotic whirlwind of images and sounds, as the reality of the situation settles heavily in my gut. Lawson is about to pull his dick out, and he expects me to suck it in front of all these people.

I’m hit by a wave of betrayal, as Lawson told me he wouldn’t make me do anything sexual. Yet here he is, pulling down his trousers so he can use me as a whore in front of a jeering crowd.

My cheeks flush as he pulls his shaft free from the confines of his boxers, giving me my first ever look at a real penis. But I barely have a chance to acknowledge how big it is before Lawson grabs hold of my hair and drags my face into his crotch.

“Open. It won’t suck itself,” he snaps, rubbing the large purple head against my closed lips.

A shiver of nerves and excitement ripples over me, before fear quickly sets in. I don’t have a clue what I’m supposed to do, and I can’t even grab hold of it to get it into position, given my arms remain tied behind my back.

Lawson is sneering at me, the way he used to do in the hallways between classes, before he’d make some sexual innuendo that would annoy both me and Ryan. I guess now he’s having the last laugh, as I’m on my knees for him the way I promised him I never would be—and I have an audience to witness my humiliation.

His grip on my hair tightens, and the glare he gives me makes it clear I can’t disobey him any longer. The Obsidian Order is watching, and I have a role to play.

As soon as I open my mouth wide enough, Lawson doesn’t hesitate; he slides the head inside. I try to wrap my lips around him, but he quickly pulls back out before dragging the length of his shaft over my tongue. He’s moving so quickly, I barely register how almost silky he feels, and I can’t even taste him.

Lawson slides his length against my tongue a few times, using his grip on my hair to control my movements. All I have to do is keep my mouth open as he uses me, moving me whichever way he wants.

After a couple of thrusts, he pushes deeper into my throat, hitting my gag reflex. I manage to get control of it, so I don’t vomit, but I can’t stop myself from coughing and spluttering when he pulls back out.

Lawson barely gives me time to recover before sliding back in again, and this time when he hits the back of my throat, he stays there for a few seconds, cutting off my air. My eyes grow wide as my lungs burn, and I try to pull back, but his grip holds me in place.

Black spots appear at the edges of my vision, and tears fill my eyes as panic overwhelms me. Just when I think I might pass out, Lawson pulls out with a groan.

I gasp for air, my lungs burning as I desperately pant, pulling in as much as I can, but that just makes me cough and splutter as tears stream down my face.

My jaw aches from being spread wide, and the back of my throat is sore, but none of that matters to Lawson as he slides his length back in again. I try to shake my head, to tell him I can’t handle anymore, but he doesn’t listen.

The head hits the back of my throat again, and I try to swallow around him, to see if that helps, and I’m shocked when Lawson lets out a deep groan as he rocks his hips into me. I look up through my tear-filled eyes to see him staring down at me, his lips open slightly from the pleasure I’m giving him without even trying.

Even though I feel so dirty and used, as I glance up at him, knowing I’m the one who put that look of sheer bliss and pleasure on his face, a flicker of pride ignites within me. Using me gives him pleasure, and knowing that is a bit of a turn-on.

When Lawson pulls out again, I desperately pull in more air, and he takes hold of his dick at the base, holding it straight out in front of me. I’m mesmerised as he strokes along the length, letting out a soft moan as he twists his palm over the tip.

His movements speed up, and I can’t look away; every stroke is almost hypnotising as he pushes himself closer to the edge. His lips part slightly as he lets out the softest moan, his gaze locked with mine as I flick between looking at him stroking himself and the way he’s staring at me.

“Keep your eyes on me and your lips open. I’m going to paint your pretty face with my cum,” he tells me, and even though his words scare me a little, I do as I’m told.

I open my mouth and stick my tongue out—like I’ve been told girls do—then I keep my eyes locked on him. He lets out a deep groan, and I look down just in time to see ropes of cum shoot from him.

The first bit lands on the tip of my tongue, and Lawson keeps stroking as more follows. It lands on my cheek, my lips, and my chin, but I keep my mouth open until I’m sure he’s finished.

Lawson lets out a soft moan as his body sags, his orgasm finally subsiding. I’m still kneeling before him, my face covered with his cum as he stares down at me, an unreadable expression on his face.

He drops his hand from my hair, and I let out a gentle sigh now that the stinging from my scalp is gone. He then tenderly runs his thumb over my lower lip, scooping up the cum that hit me there. As he presses his thumb into my mouth, I don’t need him to say anything to know what he wants me to do.

I close my mouth around his thumb and suck, swiping my tongue over the tip, gathering up all the cum as I swallow down what was already in my mouth. It’s quite a strong salty taste, but it’s nowhere near as bad as I was expecting.

Lawson’s eyes seem to be alight with fire as he watches me suck his cum from his thumb, his dick twitching in response, coming to life again much quicker than I expected. Lawson feels it and quickly tucks his length back into his trousers, pulling up the zipper once it’s secure.

As he pulls his thumb out of my mouth, he slides it over the cum that’s sitting on my cheek, but instead of gathering it up, like I expected him to, he smears it into my skin.

He leans down until his lips are beside mine, and for just a moment, I wonder if he’s going to kiss me. And that starts a war within me over whether I want him to.

He’s just spent the last few minutes using me, humiliating me, making me feel like a whore, and yet my body still reacts to him in the most betraying way. I’m wet, and my core is clenching with a desperate need I’m not used to feeling. And the war with my own body just makes me hate him even more.