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Low, deep, yet ever so soft.

My arms broke out in goosebumps, and I shuddered before rubbing my mask against his thigh. He smelled clean and fresh—the way he always did.

My pussy clenched.

Empty.

I nuzzled into his crotch, feeling the soft material of his trousers. The harder bump of the zip teased my lips. I wrapped my arms around his thick thigh, clutching the fabric.

“Good girl,” he crooned, patting the top of my mask.

My heart raced.

My arms trembled.

My Master.

Chapter 17

Viktor

I didn’t know how I managed to hold off for the full four weeks, but seeing her reaction made it worthwhile. When I opened that door and watched her fear, confusion, then hesitation—I knew the isolation timeline had been right. She was one-third of the way to where I needed her to be.

I bent down and picked up the muzzle attachment of the mask.

“Follow me. You may walk up the stairs,” I said, voice harder now.

Her head snapped up. Green eyes blinked at me, dazed, before she responded.

“Woof.”

My cock thickened as I turned away, clenching the silicone between my fingers.

I led her into the kitchen for her first test.

Breakfast.

Her bowl was ready.

After being punished for two days, she never faltered in her duties. She had sunk into her role as pet bitch. I never stopped watching her. She earned her meals by giving me some of the best blow jobs of my life. There were a few spillages, but she mopped them up within seconds.

I placed the bowl on the mat.

She stared at the bowl before her eyes locked on mine. When she crawled toward me, her tail pointed to the ceiling, wobbling as she moved. Live action was so much better than watching on a shitty screen.

She settled between my feet. Curious, I waited to see what she would do, but she did nothing except stare at my dick. With a smile, I tugged at my belt. Once I unbuckled it, I worked on the button and zip until my trousers slid to the floor.

“Take my cock out, and suck,” I said, watching her shuffle closer before she carefully peeled my boxers off.

She licked her lips, anticipating my dick. Her chest rose and fell faster. She took a moment to gather saliva in her mouth. Seeing her in live action before me, rather than the side angle from the camera, almost made my control snap.

In that moment, she didn’t care that I was scarred, Bratva, or her potential killer. All she saw was the cock she needed to worship. Her lips wrapped around me, and she moaned before pushing herself down the length of my cock.

Hot, wet, and soft.

Without hesitation, she held my hips and pulled me until her lips brushed against my balls. Her nose pressed against my dark hair as her throat and neck struggled to contain me.

“Fuck,” I hissed through clenched teeth before groaning.“Good bitch. Earn your breakfast.”