Page 52 of Violent Love: Viktor

I knelt before her open legs, staring at her despairing eyes as I rested my cock over her slit. Her mouth was covered by the black strap from the gag. The only thing she could do was blink.

I reached over her to stuff some pillows under her head. She needed to watch me ruin her. The gag was removed and the soaking wet dildo with it.

“Speak. Who owns you?” I demanded.

“Y-You do, Master.” Her voice was hoarse and cracked.

“Who do you obey?”

“You, Master.” Her voice grew stronger.

“Who do you exist for?”

“You, Master. Only you,” she whispered.

“If I pissed in your mouth, would you thank me?”

She nodded frantically.“Yes. Yes, I would, Master.”

“Are you going to be my forever cumhole? Let me ruin every single hole I own?”

Her eyes fluttered, and her clamped nipples rose and fell.

“Oh yes, Master. Every hole is y-yours,” she stuttered.

“Do you love your Master,Suka?” I murmured, my heartbeat faster, waiting for her response.

Her eyes softened, and I held my breath.

“With everything that I am. I love my Master,” she said.

There was nothing but reverence in her voice and eyes.

Holy fucking shit.

I did it.

Chapter 24

Natalya

I didn’t even hesitate when I said it. I love my Master.

It wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t even a truth I’d just discovered. It had always been there. Buried. Waiting for the right command to bring it out.

His smile was slow and wide.

My Master was happy.

His dark brown eyes were still cruel, but that’s what I loved about him—the darkness in his chest, his angel of death tattoo, which made the angel’s wings look like ribs while death sat comfortably in the middle. This was him.

He was cruel and kind. Sadistic and gentle. Master was a contradiction, but I loved him—ached for his touch—begged to be degraded. I would do anything to please him. This was my Master.

My cruel Master.

He grazed his cock over my pussy.

I whimpered, and my breath shuddered. The constant dull ache from the nipple clamps had died a long time ago.