Page 51 of Violent Love: Viktor
“You’ll suffer for your Master before you earn my cock. Before you can cream all over my cock,” I snapped, swiping the crop in the air.
It landed on her open pussy and her muffled cry was only the beginning. I moved onto her inner thighs. Each time I struck her with the oval leather pad her body twitched and her muffled moan followed.
“You can take it,Suka. Take it for your Master,” I said, lashing her sopping wet cunt.
Six more strikes and her puffy wet lips were flushed pink.
Raw. Open. Leaking for my cock.
I picked up the nipple clamps.
It was only fair that they should match the same colour as her cunt.
Her nipples were as stiff as stones when I clamped them.
Her muffled moan was perfect. Like music played on a broken toy
Controlled by me.
I pushed the mask over her head, needing to see the anguish in her green eyes.
“There you are. Are you Master’s good little slut?” I crooned.
She moaned and nodded. Her hands fluttered at the bar’s ends like clipped wings.
“I need to test that,” I mused.
Her eyes widened and a wild look of panic ensued.
No pet had ever been as perfect as the one I crafted. For a second, I felt sentimental until the Pakhan’s words echoed in my mind.
I smiled down at my perfect bitch.
Surviving me was never part of the plan.
I lowered my face over her cunt, remembering how tight and wet she’d been wrapped around my cock when I fucked her two months ago. I ignored my aching cock. This wasn’t about me. Not yet. This was about tormenting my bitch until she broke.
Her lips were red, swollen and wet. The lighter pink of her insides peeking out from her blossoming cunt. She glistened. Slick and dripping. Wet all the way to her tail-stuffed asshole. The hole I’d broken in her. Fucked raw. Wishing every time it was her cunt.
I dragged my tongue between her lips, tasting the source of her sweet, salty musk. That was when she began to howl—not moaning. Not groaning. Not muffled cries. Not words. But howling like the bitch she was.
I wanted her filth smeared across my mouth and beard, wanted to bury my tongue in her hungry pink hole—but that wasn’t the lesson for today.
I flattened my tongue and slowly licked her from her inner thigh to her labia, then did the same on the other side. Licking. Applying pressure. Just not where she needed it.
When her legs began to tremble and her breathing turned ragged, I pried her open and traced my tongue around her entrance. Round and round I went, until her whimpers became tears.
I eased the tail plug out before slowly pushing it back into her clutching asshole. That’s when I circled the tip of my tongue around her rigid clit.
Cries turned to sobs.
I didn’t stop.
I started it all over again.
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She’d drenched my face and beard. All I could smell was her. All she could do was suffer. She was ruined. Wrecked. And ready. It was time to give her what she needed. Give it to her like the bitch in heat that she was.
