Page 50 of Violent Love: Viktor
“Imagine my fat cock in here. With these lips hugging it as I fuck you,” he said, sliding two fingers between my seams.
A sob broke out. I reached to hold his wrist.
“Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof,” I cried, forcing myself not to lift my hips. Not to chase his touch.
“I wonder what you’d give just to be finger-fucked.”
Anything.
He spent minutes grazing the rim of my hole. Up and down. Just enough to keep my nerves screaming.
“Poor little cunt,” he whispered.“Always aching. Always needy. But never filled.” His chuckle was evil. Delighted.
My clit throbbed. Untouched.
My hips wouldn’t stay still.
I gasped into the pillow and bit down hard. My hands fisted the sheets.
“What would you give to cum on my cock,Suka? You may speak.”
I stared at him.
Speak?
My mind raced. But before I could form a thought, the words slipped out.
“Anything, Master.”
A cracked, broken vow.
But it came from my lips.
Chapter 23
Viktor
With three weeks left, it was time to reel my little pet in. She responded beautifully to pain which satisfied my sadistic desires. Soft enough to mould, numb enough to blindly follow my command. The sheer desperation in her voice told me everything I needed to know. She was ready to shatter for me.
I moved away from her, ignoring her whine. When I stood up, I made a show of peeling my shorts over my cock before they pooled around my feet. Her eyes roved over my deathly angel tattoo before they reached my cock. Her breath became ragged beneath her mask.
She was mine, and she was about to discover what it meant to be owned by a man like me. My filthy bitch would never be the same again.
I turned away from her to retrieve my arsenal from the closet. I dumped it on the bed, but picked up the long spreader bar for her neck and hands.
“Get on the middle of the bed,” I said, unlocking the neck section of the bar.
I lifted her masked head and placed the open bar beneath her before locking it over her collar. I attached her hands to the ends of the pole before getting the straps and hooking them beneathher knees. Once they were secure, I stepped back to admire my work.
She lay unable to move but her legs were spread out like frogs, leaving her cunt and tail on display. Her cunt wept for me. I ignored it and picked up the dildo gag. She blinked beneath the mask when she saw it but remained silent.
“This will help. No speaking. You take only what your Master gives,” I said, removing her snout to trace the silicone cock against her lips. “Besides you love having cock in your mouth.”
Gagged. Bound. Spread open for me.
It was time to torture her some more.
I picked up the riding crop to inspect the leather-padded end. The source of her pleasure and pain this morning.
