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Adrik

Every so often, I would glance at her screen, but all I saw were random numbers and letters in green. Other times, the codes were in white, blue, red and green. I gave her access to her backpack hoping we could find out who the Fox was.

The image of her cumming on my cock, weeping during and after she came, was seared into my brain. Her body was telling her one thing, but her mind another. Each element was tearing at one another, and last night was a beautiful result of that torment. I loved being a sadistic fuck.

“How many of your men are computer literate?”

she asked, looking away from her laptop.

I glanced at her naked tits before raising my eyebrow at her.

“Master, sorry,”

she said, her cheeks flushed pink as she apologised.

“They all know how to reset a router for the wifi,”

I said to her. “What have you found?”

“Not a lot. A possible location but when I checked it out it turned out to be an internet cafe,”

she said with a frown.

“I can use that. Send me the details.”

I received an email from her.

“Is that safe to open?”

I asked sarcastically.

Her blush ran from her cheeks to her chest but she nodded and looked away. I sent the details to Viktor. He replied instantly with some additional information about a man looking for my krolik. I looked the man up and he was a billionaire. A powerful man in his industry. As far as I could there were no corruption allegations against him or his company.

“There’s been a man snooping around, asking questions he shouldn't. Rurik Abrosimov,”

I said, waiting for her reaction.

Her fingers froze over the keyboard.

“Who is he, Zayka?”

I asked ever so softly, but the thought of her being with another man, giving him what I owned, was unacceptable to me. “Who is he to you?”

She jumped when I raised my voice.

“A friend. Rurik is a friend. I-I’ve never met him in person,”

she stammered.

“And why would a man who’s never met you request an audience with me?”

I asked, and her eyes widened.

The throat I wanted to ring gulped just above my collar. The shining plaque with my name on it caught my eye. I grabbed her neck, gripping my fingers and thumb around her.

“I’ve known him for years, and I've done a lot of work for him. He is a businessman. We gradually became friends by corresponding with one another.”

“Friends,”

I scoffed. “He wants more.”

“No, he isn't like that. He has children and a partner. Rurik would never—he is a good man,”

she said solemnly.

“A good man, and what would you know about men?”

Her eyes closed for a moment before she opened them and looked into my eyes.

“When you have met enough bad ones, you can recognise the difference,”

she said. “Rurik Abrosimov is a rare but a good man.”

“I think I will meet with him,”

I said, watching her eyes flicker with fear. “Yes, I want to meet him and see for myself.”

“Please, Master—”

“Inspection,”

I said, releasing her neck.

She stood up, walked to the front of the desk, linked her arms behind her head, and spread her legs open. I stood up and unbuckled my belt, watching her as I pulled it off.

“It's such a pity you're stuck with me,”

I said, slapping the flat leather against my hand as I walked around the desk. Let me show you how bad I am.”

The first strike of the belt came with a sharp crack as I whipped her across her breasts until she gasped in pain and her hands jerked from her neck. The sting bloomed instantly, a fiery line etching itself across the soft flesh of her breasts. Slowly, the pristine white began to flush, a delicate pink rising to the surface like the first blush of dawn. I paused as my eyes traced over the mark.

The second strike followed, and the pink deepened, spreading like watercolour on paper. Her skin now glowed with a warm, rosy hue, the heat radiating in time with her quickened breaths. Each stroke of the belt was deliberate and measured. With every impact, the pink intensified, painting her in shades of surrender, reaffirming my subjugation of her. I moved behind her to begin the same process on the blank canvas of her ass.

“Bend over,”

I said, my voice thick with desire.

She stepped forward before spreading her legs again and bent over the desk, placing her cheek on some files with her palms lying flat on the desk. Her naked pussy peeked out from beneath the tail, reminding me of how I destroyed her last night by simply cumming on my dick. My cock thickened and began to stiffen beneath my clothing.

I wielded the belt and coloured her ass cheeks in the same manner as her chest. The contrast was striking: the delicate, almost translucent white of her untouched skin against the rosy streaks left by the belt. My bunny’s breaths came quicker now, her fingers clutching the desk beneath her. I paused to run my hand gently over the flushed areas, feeling the warmth beneath my fingertips.

It wasn't enough. I wanted her to feel me inside and out. I walked around my desk to get some wet wipes, hand sanitiser and the lubricant. When I inspected my artwork, there were deeper marks that bloomed where my belt had cut into her skin. She would feel me everywhere when I came inside her asshole. I pulled a wet wipe out and laid it on my desk before taking the lube.

“You're going to hold your asshole open for me to fuck. You’ll feel every inch of me deep inside your filthy hole, but you will cum for your Master. You will cum no matter how much it hurts,”

I said, pulling her tail out and placing it on the wet wipe.

Her fingers moved behind her, and she pulled her ass open for me. I touched her pussy, and it was soaked from the pain of my belt.

“This—this is what you were meant for, Zayka,”

I said, looking at her wrinkled star-shaped asshole. “To be used, fucked and for you to cum on a monster’s cock like a nasty little fuck toy.”

I spat the degrading words out while reminding her that I was not a good man. I was the worst.