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I may be an everything man, but I have a particular fondness for tits. Especially these perfect beauties. So, I make my way to my chest of drawers and select a favorite nipple sucker, curious as to how she will respond in her current state.

Back at her side, I rub a little preparatory lotion onto her nips, then attach the custom-designed acrylic cylinders to the tender buds. I turn the pump to the lowest setting, increasing circulation. Her breath heaves, and I smirk and raise the setting. Fuck, I love the sight of the vacuum suction pulling them in more, surging blood flow, elongating and engorging the already sore flesh. I drive the stimulation to the high-pressure setting.

A carnal need, a punishing hunger, surges blood to thickenmy cock. Once this is finished, they will be hot to the touch, thick, and erotic. Perfect for biting.

Her hips lift. She makes a whimpering sound. But she doesn’t wake.

It shouldn’t piss me off so much. Not whenIdrugged her.

When she wakes, it will beownership. Even through pain. She is strong enough, perhaps the only one strong enough to take my damage and see the man beneath the sadist.

And at the end? She is mine. And even if I leave her body sore for days, I will still take care of what is mine.

After another moment or two, I remove the suckers. And promptly close my mouth around one fat nipple and suckle, tonguing it, flicking and circling. So hot and engorged. I imagine these beauties filled with nourishing milk for my offspring, our offspring. I imagine the infinite kinks I will unleash during her pregnancy and beyond.

When one makes a career of executions and builds an empire as I have, one must learn to channel one’s darker nature into hobbies. Bondage, dominance, sadism, masochism…I’m a master of all.

With her legs open and the pussy spreader, she is fully exposed to me. I take a few moments to clean and wash her center, nether lips, and the blood. She will still carry my cum with her into the dawn.

I have another arousing experiment in mind while I wait for her to wake. It will be intriguing to learn if she can indeed come while drugged and sleeping.

First, I turn on my digital chip and select the recording holographic program. A perfect angle for my next undertaking.

Then, I lower myself. I imagine it won’t be the first time I get on my knees for her, but she will have to earn those rare encounters. For now, I spread her legs wider, coat her with some warming oil that will enhance her arousal, and swipe my tongue along her unprotected folds. I don’t stop until I’ve flicked her clit. She shivers, but her breath is still relaxed, her eyes still closed.

Tilting my head to get a better angle, I train my whole mouth to cover her pussy before tonguing the rim of her center. She drips more, and I greedily drink her feminine wetness. I push my tongue deep into her center, licking at her inner walls. A grin spreads as her inner muscles softly pulse around my tongue. I’m determined to record her subconscious state and steal her orgasm, proving how needy flesh hungers for me.

Her hips lift slightly, pushing her core against my face. Sweet, little wife. I lick her center. I lick the pink rings around her little anus, groaning at the thought of how tight that hole will be wrapped around my ten-inch dick. I lick her bloated clit, training all my attention on it. Sucking it between my lips. Scraping my teeth delicately. Circling, flicking, and stabbing the fleshy bud with my tongue. Then, I punch two fingers into her burning center—to the knuckles.

A quick rush of breath leaves her nostrils. Her cunt bears down, squeezing my fingers, giving me her climax. Her pussy creams my fingers, and I heartily suck the juices.

I don’t stop the recording. But I set it to ghost mode, cloaking it. I will send her clips every day, eager to watch her responses on the security cams. I imagine my zhena will offer many adorable curses.

Now, I retrieve one significant item. Another needle. But the opposite of the sleeping drug. I hope I will not need it.

After setting it on the ledge of the bath, I lower the sling by a couple of inches until it’s the ideal angle for my cock. After coating my dick with some warming oil, I slowly sink my tip into the puckered hole of her ass. Shameless sadist bastard. My crown slides in with ease, but fuck it all if it’s not the most glorious sensation as I plunge inside until she’s swallowed my head.

I look up. Her eyelids flutter. She winces.

I sigh and run a hand through my long hair. I guess we will have to do this the hard way.

Reaching for the needle, I remove the cap with my teeth, spit it out, and tip the sling back, getting her in position. Christ!—when she comes to, she’s going to clamp that ass so tight around me, I’ll see stars. Be a goddamn miracle if she doesn’t make me come with one thrust.

Tipping the sling back more, I seize the needle, plunge the adrenaline into her thigh, and slam my hips against her ass until I’ve speared her to the hilt before I flip the sling backward, submerging her head in icy cold water.

Her eyes open wide. Her body shakes. She thrashes and screams beneath the water.

Her ass locks down, squeezing my dick to death.

And…she’s never looked more beautiful.

I suppose I should flip the sling up before she drowns.

17

We’re in the eye of a hurricane.

VALENTINA