Page 71 of Violent Love: Viktor
“Fucking beautiful,” I muttered.
She whimpered at the praise.
“Stay still.”
I slid two fingers into her stretched ass, just to feel the heat. My cum oozed around the intrusion and down to her cunt.
“Such a messy hole,” I said, circling her rim before pulling back.“Greedy little thing took all of me, didn’t you?”
She gave the softest nod, breath catching like she might cry again. I liked her like this—wrecked and proud of it.
I grabbed the warm cloth and dropped to my knees at the edge of the bed.
I started low.
Wiped her thighs, slow, dragging the mess across her skin before cleaning it up properly. I didn’t avoid her pussy—justsmoothed the cloth over it, once, twice, enough to make her shake again.
Then up between her cheeks.
The welts from the belt made her flinch. I kissed one. Just a press of lips against the raised heat. A mark of mine. All mine.
She sobbed.
I cleaned around her hole, teasing more than wiping, and took my time pressing the cloth over the place where my cum still leaked out of her.
“Good girl,” I murmured.“Took it all. Didn’t even ask for mercy.”
Her breath hitched.
“You make such a perfect little cum dumpster, pet.”
I cupped her cunt through the cloth, rubbed slow, just enough to keep her dripping.
“Still wet,” I said, voice low.“And hungry.”
I climbed up behind her again, picking up the clean towel and wiped her face last—her lips first, her cheeks next. Then the mask.
“Are you proud of what you are?” I asked.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
I kissed the leather at her temple.
“Good. I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.”
I’d let her lie there, leaking and ruined, before stuffing her filthy cunt with the cock she lived for.
My sweetsuka.
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I don’t know if it was the ass-fucking or the belt, but Natalya became serene. She didn’t want to go outside—not even when I tempted her with shopping.
I made sure not to leave her alone for too long, which wasn’t a problem since I worked next door most of the time.
Eventually, I bit the bullet and picked up a few things I thought might help her final stage of adjustment.
She was waiting when I opened the door. I set the packages on the floor and petted her head.
