Page 48 of Violent Love: Viktor
There were only two inches left until she reached my balls. I gripped her head.
“Let me help you,” I murmured as she blinked her tears away.
Her fingers dropped to grip my legs.
I swung back and forward, slowly at first, screwing in those last few inches while staring into her eyes. Every so often, sheblinked away tears as her eyes watered, but damn, it was good to see her eyes again like this.
“Time to earn your food.”
I locked my fingers around the back of her head before thrusting hard. When my cock propelled down her throat, I felt it stretch. I pulled back and repeated the action until I was face-fucking her.
There was no escape from me in any part of her life.
When the sensation of her convulsing throat became too much, I pulled out, released her head, and turned to wank over her mat and bowl. Thick spurts of cum splashed in her bowl, on the mat, and on the cream marble floor. I wrung every last drop out for her before tucking myself away.
I almost smiled when I saw her dazed look. She was so used to me feeding her my cum directly into her mouth or throat.
“Go on. Eat up,” I said.
She dropped down on all fours, bending her head to the floor and lapping up every drop of my sticky cum before she ate her cum-flavoured salmon.
Chapter 22
Natalya
Almost every morning when I woke up, I’d rolled across the bed to my Master’s side. I knew it bothered him—he’d started sleeping on his side, facing away from me.
The house was at least twenty times bigger than my dad’s apartment, but I only ever went into the rooms Master took me to. They felt comfortable and safe.
Or maybe it was just because Master was there.
He kept the eye mask off, but dressed me in all kinds of dog outfits. I didn’t care what he put on me. If he was happy, I was happy.
My needs felt far away. Like they didn’t belong to me anymore. Just a distant ebb I crushed down and buried in the darkest corner of my mind.
My Master inflicting pain was my new pleasure.
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The cigarette was burning as Master stared at the screen. I knelt beside him, hoping he would finish his work soon. The snake tattoo that once terrified me had become a thing of beauty. His tattooed fingers danced across the keyboard beforehe paused to take a drag. I watched him blow the smoke out in a slow puff.
I glanced at the time, but it was still hours until dinner. Hours before I’d get to suck my Master’s cock.
I shuffled closer and clung to his leg, resting my head against him.
“What’s gotten into you? It isn’t time to eat yet.”
I barked but didn’t let go.
A deep, low chuckle filled the room.
“Does mySukawant to play?” he teased.
I lifted my head and looked up at him through the mask. Then barked again.
He tapped my head, and I looked up to see an A4 notepad in his hand.
“In the meantime, writeI love my Master’s cockas many times as you can until I’m finished,” he said, handing me the paper and a blue ballpoint pen.
