Ania

My cheeks burned not from the belt but from his words. I lay awake for hours last night trying to sleep, but each time, I would jerk awake. The cold lubricant dripped onto my ass. The Madam had told me to ensure I performed an enema to keep myself clean for my master. It was part of my weekly ritual.

The sound of him unzipping his trousers brought me back to the present. After a few moments, he put the lube back on the table. I don’t know what his problem with Rurik was, but I didn’t want him to get hurt, not when he just found his children. I relaxed my ass when I felt Master’s cock slide between my ass cheeks in the hope that he would leave Rurik alone.

“Does my filthy whore need her Master’s cock in here?”

he asked as he placed the tip of his cock against my entrance.

I pulled my cheeks apart, gripping my burning skin.

“Yes, Master, please fuck me in the ass,”

I said, staring at the pile of papers on his desk.

“What a dirty whore. An ass slut in the making,”

he said, but there was no anger in his voice, only amusement. “Take it, Zayka. Take it in the ass.”

He pushed the head, squeezing it in, the lube eased his efforts, and I closed my eyes at the pain of his entry. I gasped before I began to pant through the pain as he forced his way deeper.

“Yes, swallow it all up inside that filthy asshole,”

he said, pulling back only to push deeper.

He did this several times until the pain flourished. I breathed through it until the sharp edge of the pain began to wane away. He pushed my hands away and gripped my ass cheeks until I gasped in pain when his fingers dug into me.

“My dirty little bunny. You're taking me so well. Time to liven things up,”

he said as he began to move faster.

He was plunging in and out of my ass until I clawed at his desk. With every smack of his soft trousers against my belted ass made me groan. I couldn't understand if it was in pain or pleasure. He moved his hands to my hips to hammer into me, fucking me with long deep thrusts.

“You're going to cum with my dick in your ass,”

he said, plunging deep inside my guts before pausing and grinding himself against me, forcing me to feel every part of him inside me.

His hand moved between my legs, rubbing his fingers on my clit, making me cry out. They moved along my pussy, pushing inside me, making me feel him in both of my holes. Sweat began to coat my body. There was nothing I could do to stop him. I clenched my eyes shut as I gave myself into the violent pleasure.

“So fucking wet,”

he said before fucking me with his fingers and nudging his cock in my ass until I began to groan at the dual assault.

“You’re going to cum like a nasty whore in heat. You will cum for your Master!”

he shouted before he pulled back and slammed himself inside me.

His fingers left my pussy to rub my clit again, and just as he slammed into me the second time, I fell apart as I came for him—just like he commanded me to. It seemed to invigorate him as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm as my ass helplessly clenched around his deep thrusts.

“There are no good men,”

he snarled, pulling his hand away from my pussy to hold my hip. “Only monsters.”

His thrusts were shallow, but he moved faster, and I closed my eyes, but the sound of him grunting with effort while he pushed me along the desk until I opened them again. There was nowhere to hide.

“Good whore. Now take my cum in your ass, fuck toy. I’m going to plug my cum inside you,”

he panted before he thrust another two times until slamming me with a third.

His long groan of relief accompanied his cum spewing inside me. Hot spurts hit my insides as he pressed against my whipped ass. I was relieved that it was over and hoped that he wouldn’t kill Rurik.

My heart ached, knowing that he was looking for me, trying to help me. To know that someone in the world cared about me was more than enough for me. The monster was wrong. There were good men but they were few and far between.

“You will give me everything you have on this man, and I will know if you hold anything back,”

he said, his voice cold and harsh.

I shivered as the sweat began to cool on my body. The man was still inside me while threatening me.

“Yes, Master,”

I said, my voice emotionless.

He didn’t say anything but pulled out of me and reached for my tail. He pushed it back inside of me before moving away.

“Kneel and ready to please,”

he said, and I dropped down to the floor, turning around to face his crotch with my mouth open.

I knew what he was doing and why he did it. The monster in him craved my humiliation.

“Suck me clean,”

he said, pushing his cock into my mouth.

I moved as fast as I could, trying to get the task done without retching or thinking about it, uncaring for the taste of lube in my mouth. My self-hatred was ever-growing, surpassing my hatred of the man who instigated it all. The man who disrupted my life in the dark shadows. He held my head, digging his fingers into my scalp as he began to fuck my mouth.

“Lick my balls like a hungry slave,”

he said, holding my nose pressed against his trousers. I kept my throat open, breathing through my nose as I pushed my tongue out to lick him, listening to his soft chuckle. “Good bunny.”

The damaged part of me secretly craved his approval, the way he stroked my head and called me his bunny—the few seconds of warmth after he came. This was my life, dying a little more each day.

Craving the approval of my abuser.

My Master and monster.