Page 17 of Violent Love: Viktor
I gripped her hair tight and forced her head down, anchoring my fingers to the bed for leverage as I shoved into her mouth. The wet heat around my shaft made me groan, but when her teeth grazed the skin, I stilled.
“Wider, bitch,” I snapped.“Open that mouth like a good pet.”
Her pupils dilated—fear, obedience, something primal. She stretched her jaw to obey, and the second she did, I drove back in, sliding my cock deep into her throat.
This was the first act of her training. Her first offering. And it would be violent.
I watched every second.
My cock rocked between her lips, slick with spit, the stretch making her gag. I never used to look at women during sex—never let them look at me. But with her, I wanted the eye contact. I wanted her to see exactly who was violating her.
“Good girl,” I murmured, jamming into the back of her throat until I hit resistance.“Now—swallow.”
She tried. Her throat convulsed as her body obeyed me, choking on instinct. I didn’t pull back.
I held her there.
My cock lodged deep in her throat, her eyes wide and wet as the panic took over. She trembled as I slowly pressed until her nose was buried in my pubic hair and my trousers brushed her chest.
“Yes. Right there,” I gasped, then drew back just to slam forward again.
I released her hair and gripped the bed instead, using it to brace myself as I fucked her face—slow at first, then harder. Her drool flew in strands across her chest and the floor. I watched it spill down her chin, down my balls.
That’s what she was now.
Not a woman.
Not an adored pet.
Just a feeding hole.
“That’s it,Suka,” I groaned, grabbing her head again.“Earn your meal.”
I locked my hands on her skull and began thrusting in earnest, sharp, savage, unforgiving. Her head rocked with each blow. The room echoed with wet, gurgling noises, the disgusting rhythm of her body submitting.
She tried to keep her eyes open, but they fluttered shut, helpless under the assault. I watched every moment. Her flushed face. The tears. The slobber.
The debasement.
My climax built fast, too fast. I yanked back, jerking my cock furiously as it exploded across her tongue. Thick spurts of cum painted the back of her throat. I gripped the base and pumped every last drop into her mouth, groaning as I smeared the leaking head across her tongue.
I wasn’t done until her mouth was full—overflowing.
Her eyes swam with tears.
“Hold it,” I commanded, tucking my cock away.
She kept her mouth open, panting through her nose, trying not to gag.
I crouched before her, inspecting her like I would any new pet. Her nipples were pink from earlier punishment, her thighs clamped shut in some last vestige of shame. Her lips glistened with spit and seed.
Perfect.
“Swallow it,” I said coldly.“Then thank me.”
She tried—but coughed. Some spilled from the corner of her mouth. She slapped a hand to her face, trying to catch it, her body jerking as she forced herself to try again.
This time, she swallowed.
