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Adrik
I took my time in the shower, enjoying the ritual of cleansing myself, but it also gave me some time to reevaluate the day's events and understand why I was agitated.
The fact that I gave my fuck Bunny a task that she would fail miserably at fed my dark sadistic needs.
The need to punish and torment.
I wanted her blood.
I wanted to whip her bloody, slice open her skin with my dagger, and when her blood oozed out of the wound, I wanted to lick it up to taste her insides.
She was plaguing me in ways I relished and despised, like a disease slowly infecting me, changing me.
And I had let it happen.
Let her carve cracks in my armour with her quiet defiance, her bruised but unbroken spirit.
Worse, I’d enjoyed it.
The way her breath hitched when I pushed too far, the way her eyes flashed with fire even as her body trembled.
She was the perfect masochist to my sadist, always leaning into the pain I inflicted on her.
I clenched my jaw and ground my teeth together, turning the shower off before reaching for a towel.
Her deep, dark eyes peered through her Bunny mask, watching me as she did in my office, trying to look past the monster in me.
I rubbed the towel over my face, drying my hair, before taking a few deep breaths.
She couldn't begin to imagine the things I did to survive.
I took what I wanted and treated the world as it treated me, with contempt.
From vagabond to Pakhan, was no small feat.
My fuck toy needed to remember her place.
She was here for one sole purpose.
To serve me.
I dried myself off and wrapped the towel tightly around my waist, running my hands through my hair before washing off the excess strands of hair on my hands at the sink.
I glanced at the mirror before touching a scar on my chest, remembering each lash and how I thought they would kill me through their fury.
My Bratva training was extreme.
Yuri Velichko’s men created monsters.
By the time I was fifteen, I was already an effective killing machine, slicing up the next man who came to take a piece of me.
They learnt I was no longer the weak, starving boy.
The whippings came each time I killed my abusers, but the pain never reached me.
The vicious cycle only stopped when they left me alone.
The memory should have burned.
It should have clawed at my chest like a living thing, tearing open the scars that I kept buried.
But instead, a familiar hollowness spread through me, slow and suffocating, like ice crystallising in my veins.
My breath evened—too calm, too controlled.
This was the old armour, the one that had kept me alive.
The one that had turned my heart to stone long before I’d ever held a blade.
My fingers twitched, the old hunger rising—the need to break her, to prove I still could, to remind us both that this thing between us wasn’t salvation.
It was ruin.
And ruin was all I knew how to give.
I calmly dried my hands before exiting the bathroom to hear her tortured cries.
It was a good start to my evening.
Her restrained hands were clutching my bed covers, with her hips grinding against the bed, seeking relief.
The long black bunny ears bobbed as her head reared up, and she came with a series of cries.
She took a few deep breaths before her face sagged on the bed, and her hands released the bedding.
I stood in the doorway, waiting, watching as the hum of the vibrator continued.
She began to curse, but they were muffled against the bed.
“Nyet, nyet…”
she mumbled before she gripped the bed covers again.
“What a naughty little Bunny,”
I said as her head shot up. Her rich, warm eyes peered through the holes of the mask.
“I’m sorry, M-Master. I-I tried to—”
she said before abruptly stopping as the vibrations ramped up.
“I gave you a simple instruction,”
I said, walking toward the bed, taking a pillow from the head of the bed before gripping her throat and placing it beneath her clamped tits.
I released her neck, and she fell onto the pillow with a grunt of pain. When I reached the bottom of the bed, I moved the tail out of the way to see her wet pussy. I pulled the black vibrator out of her, and the damn thing was dripping.
“Open,”
I said, moving back to her face while I turned it off. The insides of her mouth looked brighter with the backdrop of the black mask. “How many times did you cum on this to get it this wet?”
I didn't wait for a response but pushed the entire vibrator into her mouth, listening to her gag before she wrapped her lips around it. The outer part of the vibrator that was designed to straddle her clit rested on her lip and chin. She raised two fingers up from the bed.
“You came twice?”
I asked to confirm her answer.
She nodded, with her ears flopping around as she did.
“Suck it clean,”
I said calmly as she nodded again with wide and alert eyes.
I got on the bed and watched her cheeks hollow out as she sucked on the vibrator. To watch her debase herself for me thrilled me but also enraged me at the ease with which she did it. I wanted this, her complete submission, yet she seemed to have power over me.
“Do you think you understand me?”
I said, my voice low and dangerous.
She stopped sucking and stared at me before shaking her head.
“Do you think you're special to me?”
I said cruelly, gripping her masked chin.
She shook her head again, but my grip restricted the movement.
“I think you do,”
I said, pulling the vibrator out of her mouth to check how clean it was before shoving it back down her throat.
I stood up to give her what she wanted—what I wanted.
To drag her under, drowning us both in the only language we spoke fluently—pain.
I got the lube and the crystal-handled leather tassel whip out of the bag.
She was looking back, and I showed her the mushroom-tipped crystal handle.
“You can guess where these 9 inches are going,”
I said to her with a cold smile.
“Punishment for not obeying your Master.
Then again, an anal-loving ass slut like you will love to suck it all up along with the pain.
It’s nowhere near as thick as my cock, though.”
She groaned and dropped her head down while I moved behind her to remove her tail, wanting the leather to strike every inch of her ass.
The familiar excitement made my heart pump faster.
The thought of inflicting pain with my whip, causing her skin to heat and burn, made my hand itch.
I trailed the whip down her ass and pussy, watching the numerous tassels land between her open legs before glancing at the thick straps around her ankles.
She wouldn’t be able to move much in her restraint harness.
Poor Bunny.
I lifted the whip, gripping the cold, hard handle and brought it down on her right cheek before frowning and twisting it to swing it in a circular motion to ensure a continuous strike on the same spot.
The whip's tassels kissed her skin before biting—a caress turned carnage.
I increased the power behind each motion as her flesh reddened and her bunny ears bobbed.
Her garbled moans began, and I moved to the other side.
Each lash of the black leather tassels against her flesh soothed a part of me, but it was never enough for me.
I spread her legs out, using her knees to stretch her out before whipping her thighs, catching the soft inner flesh until she jumped.
The sound of the tassels hitting her flesh made me rock hard.
I didn’t need to look at my towel to verify my arousal because my dick was trying to fight its way out.
I held the tassels in my hand and released them, flicking her core until she cried out when they hit her cunt.
When I started from the beginning again, I put more force into my strikes, covering her ass with blows until her legs tugged against the restraints, causing her to rear her head up.
“Arghhh—oh, Master,”
she cried as she freed herself from the vibrator.
I ignored her and worked on the rest of her ass, moving to her thighs and even her feet until she was begging for forgiveness. Each hard crack of the whip slapping against flesh made her jolt and moan.
“I’m sorry that I came. I—Ahhhhhh—”
she screamed, cutting her words off when I caught her pussy again. The pink wet folds seemed to beg for more, so I let her have another for good measure.
She laid her head on the bed, groaning. I began to lube the handle up, smearing the crystal from top to bottom while gripping the leather tassels. I glanced at the ottoman and smiled as a devious thought crept in.
I was far from being done with my little fuck toy. She would remember who she was dealing with.
A predator.
A wolf that devoured its prey and a monster who wanted to ruin her forever.