Page 77 of Violent Love: Viktor
“I hope we get pregnant this time,” she sighed.“My ovaries are turning to dust.”
I rolled my eyes. So dramatic.
“Baby, I’m sure you’ve got some fine eggs ripe for fertilisation,” I said, lifting her leg and strapping it to the headboard.
I gave the restraint a hard yank—no escape. Then the other ankle. I’d kept the straps attached to the bed since we decided to try for a baby. Just made sense.
When I stood back to admire her, the sight was fucking obscene. Folded in half, legs spread wide, pussy glistening and her plugged asshole on full display.
“Do you know how I know you’re getting pregnant?” I asked.
She frowned and shook her head.
I smiled.
“Because I’m going to breed you like a bitch in heat,” I said, reaching for the knotted dildo hidden in the pouch.
She couldn’t see it. Wouldn’t see it coming.
I traced my fingers over her swollen cunt lips. Seeing my name tattooed there always made me hard. When she wriggled her hips, I slapped her pussy. Hard.
Her hiss of pain made my chest warm.
“Dirty little bitch,” I muttered.“Fucking yourself with a vibrator like a common whore.”
I slapped her again. Then again. The tips of my fingers stung, but her cries were too pretty to stop. Ten more. Maybe twelve.
By the end, her cunt was dripping—raw, red, and ready.
“Whose cunt is this?” I growled, landing one final blow.
“Yours, Master!” she sobbed.
“Try and remember that,Suka. Whores like you don’t get choices,” I muttered, stroking my cock as I stared down at her wrecked, leaking cunt.“You don’t get candlelight and love songs. You get bred. Long hard, and full.”
She whimpered, still bound, legs spread and trembling.
“I’m going to fill this hole properly,” I growled, lining myself up.“No rushing. You want a baby? Then you’ll take every inch, every drop, until your cunt stops leaking and starts keeping.”
I pressed the tip in slow, watching her stretch around me.
“Fuck, look at you. Still tight for me. Still wet and clenching like you need it.”
I sank deeper, inch by inch, until my balls slapped against her ass. Her plug shifted with the motion, making her gasp.
“This is what it takes,” I said through my teeth.“A real man. A real cock. Not your sad little vibrator.”
She was already squirming, back arching against the restraints.
“Not yet,” I snapped, drawing back until only the tip remained before slamming in again.“I’ll tell you when you’re allowed to cum.”
I kept the rhythm steady—deep, punishing thrusts that had her choking on every moan. Her pussy clung to me, wet and hot, sucking me back in like it knew I belonged there.
“You’re going to feel this tomorrow,” I said, grabbing her hips and holding her down.“You’re going to leak for hours. And every drop that spills will remind you who fucking owns you.”
Her body was on fire—trembling, twitching, begging.
“Say it,” I demanded.“Tell me what you are.”
