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Fuck, I wanted to beg for him to end my suffering, but I didn’t dare disobey his last warning. I would say anything at this point to please him, to honor the authority he currently possessed over my senses.

“Tell me that I am your lord, your master, and your god, and that you will obey me in all things from this moment on.”

My twisted, submissive psyche preened in delight, and my exhausted physical body opened more to him, if such a thingwere possible. I cried bitterly, knowing I was losing myself to him, that I was giving him everything, with the hopes that he didn’t abuse the power I so easily handed over.

He grasped my face in his hands, wiping my tears with the pads of his thumbs, all while still fucking me. “Tell me,” he encouraged.

“You are my lord,” I gasped. “My master. My god. And I will obey you.”

He kissed the tip of my nose. “Promise?”

Swallowing hard, I nodded. “Yes,” I sobbed.

“Good girl,” he whispered, then kissed me hard.

His climax set off my own, and I clung to him desperately, like a lifeline. His strength was comforting, and I could feel my body wind down to match with his.

Viktor broke off the kiss and pressed his forehead to mine. I sniffled pathetically. The sheets beneath me were soaking wet. It was all wonderful and awful.

“I’m s-s-sorry,” I stuttered. “I might have peed on you. I had no control of my body.”

He chuckled quietly before kissing my nose. He lifted off me. “You didn’t pee. That is just your cum.” He then stood and pulled me into his arms.

He easily lifted me from the mattress and carried me into another bedroom. He put me in a new bed. I was too tired to do more than limply lay there

“I’m going to get you some water and a warm towel.”

I nodded, my eyes heavy, my limbs weak. Everything was hurting.

At some point, I absently noted him cleaning me, and commanding me to drink some water and swallow some pain pills. Then he tucked me in.

“Tell me you love me, Tiffany.”

“I love you, Viktor,” I mumbled.

Slumber claimed me before he returned the sentiment, if he bothered to at all.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Viktor

The sun had risenan hour or two ago, and I was busy making breakfast. Tiffany had a long day ahead of her, considering it was our wedding day, so I wanted mymilyyto rest a little more. I smiled, realizing I had put her through a lot yesterday.

But then I heard the moans.

After turning off the stove, I marched to the bedroom and kicked open the door. Tiffany didn’t even flinch, much less stop caressing her soft folds. If anything, she moaned louder as if turned on more because I was watching.

Her naked body writhed in the morning light like a living work of art. Her beautiful dark skin shone in the gold light, and her glorious breasts, large and heavy, bounced gently from the rhythmic ministrations and her panting breath. Thick thighs spread wide hid nothing from view. Her swollen labia gleamed with her essence, which had been spread throughout the folds by her caressing fingers.

Legs trembled as Tiffany fingerfucked herself to a small orgasm.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and grumbled, “Who said you could touch my pussy?”

She giggled like I was playing with her, but I was serious. Where was the begging? Where was the pleading? She should be fearful, terrified of what I was going to do to her next. I was displeased.

“It was mine before it was yours.”

Her sultry words made the heat rise in the room, especially when she punctuated the statement with a small tap on her plump mons.

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