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This wasn’t a reward.

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I heard a ceramic bowl scrape across wood just before he pulled out of my ass. I winced, already knowing what was about to happen.

“Clench your asshole and squeeze out my cum,” he snapped.

I obeyed immediately, but I felt too open. Still, I felt the wet drip of his cum sliding out of me—and the chill of the ceramic bowl nestled between my inner thighs. He waited patiently until it stopped. Then something cold scraped my skin as he collected the remnants from my hole.

“You may remove your clamps after you’ve eaten. Your bowl will be on the mat. I’m going for a shower.” His voice was cold. Distant.

“Woof,” I said, though it came out more like a pathetic whimper.

I climbed off the bed and felt my way toward the mat, knowing he wouldn’t be satisfied until I’d eaten every last drop—his cum and the food.

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I lay curled in the corner of the bed, clutching a pillow to my chest.

The nipple clamps were still on. I left them. A punishment. A way to feel something. But the pain dulled fast. It stopped helping.

I needed more.

My jaw ached. My throat was raw. He hadn’t touched the rest of me. Not where I needed him the most. Not once.

The shower cut off.

I heard him drying off, slow and methodical. The bathroom door was open. Steam rolled out. I could smell his body wash—clean, sharp, expensive.

His footsteps padded from tile to wood.

He paused.

Drawers opened. Clothes rustled.

Then silence.

The door clicked shut behind him.

That’s when I cried.

Chapter 21

Viktor

I took a sip of coffee, dragged on my cigarette, and blew the smoke to the side. My eyes stayed on the screen. Natalya was sobbing into the pillow she clutched.

The world was a fucked-up place. I was just another cog in the wheel.

I opened the file the Pakhan had sent.

Natalya Zharova.

I exited the email and shot him a message.

Me:For the love of everything holy, please tell me you didn’t get Ania to dig into my pet.

Pakhan:Why are you so scared of my wife?

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