TW: non-consensual, RAPE.
WARNING: TURN AWAY IF THIS UPSETS YOU. DO NOT READ FURTHER IF THIS WILL HARM YOUR MENTAL HEALTH.
Reminder: Harper and this story is FICTIONAL. Her words and actions are NOT REAL.
DO NOT ROMANTICIZE ANYTHING FROM THIS BOOK. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND SHOULD NEVER BE REPLICATED IN THE REAL WORLD.
THIS IS NOT A POTRAYAL OF LOVE NOR THIS IS THE NORM OF 'LOVE'. THIS IS ABUSE AND SHOULD NEVER BE NORMALIZED IN THE REAL WORLD.
HARPER's BEHAVIOR IS ABNORMAL AND SHOULD NEVER BE ROMANTICIZED OR DESIRED IN THE REAL WORLD.
NSFW! GRAPHIC TOUCHING!
You shrieked and grunted as Harper licked and touched you everywhere. She seem to love using whipped cream or honey in her love-making sessions.
Your wrists are bound together with handcuffs, fuzzy (f/c) handcuffs to be precise. Your fearful tears stained the blindfold, it was from your working diner uniform. She cuts out a strip and tied it around your head.
Same goes for your loose and weak gag, your uniform was ruined just for this. She deemed that it will be useless since you won't go back to work anymore.
At least she took your feelings into 'consideration'. You told her that you weren't comfortable seeing pictures of yourself staring back at you while doing the deed. Instead of taking them down, she blindfolded you.
Her strong arms kept your legs wide open for her.
Her fingers would occasionally tease you by rubbing sensitive areas—either on your chest or inner thighs.
She would do a wide range of actions as she has a wide range of tools you have never seen before.
It gets messy, obviously. But, after every session, she forced you to take a shower with her and continue from there. Harper wouldn't let you back on the bed until she changed the sheets and pillow cases.
But you will have your ankle chained to the bedpost first.
Harper loves you. Try not to tell her you don't believe it, she will make you go through 'pleasurable' hell again to teach you a lesson.
Her bubbly attitude towards you is still there. She would still smile, cuddle and kiss you softly, however, you couldn't help detect a layer of lust over it. She looks at you somewhat differently now, as if she's undressing you with her eyes.
"Who do you belong to?" She growled in your ear before nibbling on its shell. Her hands held onto your hips as she thrusted her self in and out of you.
You thought that she has calmed down a few days ago, why is she doing this again? Well, you made the mistake of breaking down crying, pointing fingers at her and claiming that she doesn't love you.
That obviously didn't end well.
"Who do you belong to?" She repeated, you gasped when she groped you.
"Y-you! I belong to you!" You panted as you turn your head to the side, giving Harper the opportunity to give another hickey.
The clanking of the metal chains and your handcuffs made this whole situation worse.
"Who loves you the most?" She asked again, now dragging her tongue across your skin to lap up the whipping cream on your chest.
"You! Y-you love me the mo— argh!" You arched your back when she pushed the full length of her strap in.
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