Page 40 of Violent Love: Viktor
My words triggered her response.
She began to bob up and down my cock, fucking herself with obscene sounds of my dick piercing in and out of her neck. I let her suck, swallow, and lick me until I gripped the sides of her mask, tilting her head until her eyes were on me.
I eased out of her before thrusting myself balls-deep into her neck. Her throat convulsed, but I didn’t stop. There was no stopping me now. I swung my hips back and forth, slapping myself against her face.
“That’s right. Your throat is my cocksleeve now,” I growled, gripping her head while driving myself back down her neck.
My balls and thighs were dripping with spit and cock drool. When I felt the tension build up, I gave her short, shallow stabs.
“Get ready for breakfast,Suka,” I rasped.
Her mouth widened, and I allowed myself to cum deep inside her neck, shooting my load straight into her belly. I gently rocked myself against her face, feeding my bitch her first meal of the day. I inhaled deep breaths as the pleasure ebbed away.
But more than my orgasm was the satisfaction that she was broken.
Not too much.
Not too little.
Just a perfectly broken bitch for her Master.
I released her head, but she didn’t move back. It was as if she didn’t want me out of her mouth. I pulled back and dipped my hand between my legs while she gasped for air. My fingers found a sloppy, wet cunt. Her hair had grown back in, but I would shave it all off again. Her thighs trembled as I brushed my fingers between her folds.
She tried to lick my cock. I stood up and let her lick me clean from tip to balls.
Only then did she stop and look at me for permission.
I stared at the muddy green behind the black.
“Are you going to leave me with my dick hanging in the air?” I snapped at her.
Her lips parted as she gasped, and she moved to pull my boxers up. The trousers and the belt were next.
“Eat,” I said, pulling a chair out to watch her crawl.
Over the next few weeks, I would be observing her carefully.
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After breakfast, I took her upstairs to the wet room shower. She hadn’t bathed since the shower in the compound a month ago. I took my time, washing her from head to toe before shaving her pussy, one leg propped over my shoulder.
It didn’t take much for her to become aroused—grazing my knuckles over her breasts or dragging the razor over her pussy. There wasn’t a single crack or crevice I left untouched.
With her hair combed, ass plugged, and body dried, she crawled behind me into the bedroom.
“The only thing you live for,Suka, is my voice. My command. That is your purpose now,” I said coldly, reaching for the mask on the bed.
It was a soft leather one, with a studded eye mask. The snout had two holes and a zip at the mouth. It laced at the back with an additional buckle at the base of her neck.
It was time to take her training to the next level.
Chapter 18
Natalya
The shower made me feel clean again, but the grime, grease, and hair down the shower drain. My ears pricked up at his voice. There was a warning in them—I must listen to his command. I shivered thinking about the basement. The cold grey room had become comfortable, but I wanted to be with my Master.
He had a mask in his hand. It looked softer, and the ears were smaller.
