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Adrik
“Thank you, Master,”
she whispered, making me pause from rubbing the numbing cream to her back.
“For?”
I asked casually, resuming my task.
She sighed again, hugging into my pillow as if to draw comfort from it before answering me. “For whipping me and the medicine you're applying.”
Her night wasn't over yet, but I took my time applying the lidocaine. It would take effect quickly. I loved the marks on her skin and the fact that she took my whipping without moving. The painful thin lines crisscrossed her upper back, reaching her plump ass cheeks. Once I finished applying the cream, I used a few wet wipes to clean my hands.
“We’re not quite finished, Bunny,”
I said, looking at her fluffy white tail before reaching for my whip. “Humble position.”
She moved slowly at first but quickly kneeled on the bed with her face and shoulders on the pillows. Her legs were spread, and her pussy was on display. I traced the tip of the wooden handle along her pussy, listening as she held her breath. When I pushed it between her lips and rubbed the smooth polished handle into her cunt until she gasped. I pulled it out to inspect the shining clear dew from her pussy.
“My good little fuck bunny is quite the pain slut. You deserve a reward,”
I said, pulling her fluffy tail out, wrapping it in the wet wipes and placing it on the floor.
Her asshole was still red from my rough use of it in the shower. I pressed the handle against the tight little hole until it began to ease in.
“My cum will be your lube,”
I murmured as I watched the wooden handle sink into her asshole.
“T-Thank you—Master,”
she said, stuttering over her words.
I smiled at the sight and sound of her complete surrender. It wasn't enough to torture her or even the threat of death of a non-existent explosive stitched into her head but to use someone she cared about in order for her to finally concede defeat.
“Hold your ass open for me. Take your reward, my little anal whore,”
I said as her fingers reached back to pull her ass cheeks, giving me the perfect view of her stretched hole.
I started to fuck her asshole with the wooden handle, using four inches of it, pushing it in and out of her straining hole until I saw my cum stain the wood.
“Does that feel good, Zayka?”
I asked, my voice low and husky with rampant lust.
“Yes, Master,”
she whispered.
I pushed the handle in deep before removing my shorts, standing above her to see my perverse handiwork. The very whip I used to cause pain, stuffed lewdly in her asshole with the black leather trailing between her open legs, was a sight to behold. She didn't know it, but she was a rare treasure, one that I claimed as mine and not one that would ever escape.
“But you need more, don't you, pain slut?”
I said, slowly kneeling behind her.
She hankered down and tilted her hips to offer herself to me. “Please fuck me, Master. I need it. I need you inside me,”
she groaned.
I grazed my fingers over her sopping-wet cunt. She wasn't lying. I lifted the whip to rest it over her back and rubbed my dripping cock along her pussy, teasing her before twisting the handle in her asshole. Her moans echoed around my bedroom, and she begged.
“Master, please. Fuck my pussy, fill it, cum inside me. I like it when it hurts,”
she said, twisting her face into the pillows while rocking back toward me.
This was an unadulterated submission like no other. I pushed the handle in before rubbing my hand down her whipped back, reaching for a handful of her hair to yank her up onto her hands.
“Don't worry, my pain slut, I will make sure it hurts,”
I growled before pushing inside her pussy, feeling the hardness of the wooden handle as I began to stretch her cunt out.
The feel of her soft velvety cunt enveloping me made my nostrils flare as my vicious nature took over. I gripped her neck and hair, raising her up before I drove my dick upwards, bumping into the wooden handle between us to fill both her holes up simultaneously. I felt her cry vibrate beneath my fingers.
“I’m going to violate both of your holes tonight, Zayka,”
I said against her damp hair before grinding myself against her ass, rotating my hips to force her to feel every inch of me inside of her.
My eyes widened when I felt her gush around my cock. I let go of her hair to grip her neck with both hands, causing her to sink onto my cock. I braced my knees and tightened my fingers around her neck, feeling my collar. The feel of the thick leather reminded me that I owned my little Krolik.
“Hurt for me,”
I whispered before I let myself go.
I drove into her, ploughing my way in, ignoring the stab of the wooden handle between us, fucking into her cunt as if my life depended on it. Her cries of pleasure and pain were muffled as I choked her with my grip. I pumped my hips sadistically back and forth.
“Pinch your nipples and rub your cunt,”
I snarled, pounding against her whipped stuffed ass. “Do it hard. Make it hurt, little pain slut.”
I wanted to howl and roar when, a few moments later, her body shook and stiffened as she came. Her garbled sounds were restricted by my chokehold, but her cum made it possible for me to fuck her deeper.
I had no intention of cumming anytime soon and eased into the task ahead.
To leave her cunt aching in pain. For her to feel me. Only me. Not some Russian businessman. Fucking cunt. I wanted to kill him. Violently. Strip his skin off slice by slice. Split his sternum open and pull his beating heart out with my bare hands.
The thoughts only made me fuck my bunny harder.