Page 49 of Violent Love: Viktor
I took them both, my gaze lingering on the black serpent before I got to work.
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“Bend over my desk,Suka,” he said, taking my pad from me.
I stood up to see that he had cleared his desk. He was flicking through the pages I’d written while I squeezed in between his legs to lie on his desk. A drawer opened and I heard him put the pad in before rummaging around.
When he put something on the desk, I glanced around to see a small white tube. He stood up and I heard the belt buckle then the zip. I was already anticipating his cock in my ass.
“You couldn't even wait until dinner time,” he murmured, flicking the cap open.
I felt the cold, wet liquid on my ass. It slowly dripped down, and I rested my cheek on the desk.
The cap clicked. I braced myself for the burn.
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That night was magical. After dinner, Master put on a movie. I sat on the floor beside his feet. I’d always felt alone. But having Master close chased it all away.
My silence wasn’t a chore—it was a blessing.
No more small talk.
No more shift rota arguments.
No more horrid customers.
And best of all, I would never have to see my father’s face again.
I woke up in his arms.
He was carrying me upstairs.
I pretended to sleep.
Just to be in his arms a little longer.
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One morning, I woke to his hand already between my thighs. He was lying beside me. I whimpered and instinctively spread my legs for him.
“My hot little bitch. I know what you want. You want me inside your cunt,” he said, teasing his fingers along my opening.
His fingers teased my folds but didn’t slip in. Just enough pressure to make my legs tremble. I panted into the pillow. The mask made it harder to breathe.
“I can smell how wet you are. You desperate little bitch.”
He rubbed slower. Softer. Just enough to make me feel insane.
I dug my nails into the bedsheet.
“W–Woo-f,” I stammered, terrified in case I spoke. In case I begged.
He brushed the edge of my clit but never touched it.
Just circled. Featherlight. Maddening.
I closed my eyes and panted heavily through the mask’s snout.
