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At the last second, I pulled out with a growl, yanked the plug from her ass with a wet pop, and slammed my cock into the gaping hole left behind.

Her scream turned into a broken whimper.

I emptied into her tight, raw ass, grinding deep as her hole tried to spit me out. I forced it open with each pulse of cum, burying every last drop inside until I felt her body sag beneath me.

Fucked.

Used.

Filled.

I collapsed over her, cock still twitching in her ass, my cum starting to drip out around the base.

She was perfect like this.

Ruined.

And still mine.

Chapter 26

Natalya

Master cooked breakfast while I knelt on the rug, watching him through the mask. Every ripple of muscle or flash of his tattoos made me eager to suck his cock. I ached and burned, inside and out, but he triggered something in me. I needed him inside meallthe time.

He told me we would return home tomorrow. The thought scared me at first, but as long as I was with my Master, I decided I didn’t care where we lived.

Master turned to face me, his limp cock hanging over the waistband of his sweatpants. My final hole to be filled this morning.

I licked my lips.

It was breakfast time.

???

Our final night in Borki and Master was in a cruel teasing mood.

I loved it.

He lay on the bed, watching me suck his cock. I raked my nails down his thighs as I pushed down the length of his cock to see his dark nest of curls.

“Shit. You know how to use that throat of yours. Then again, three times a day for almost three months would mould your neck in the shape of my cock,” he chuckled.

Three months?

It didn’t feel like three months. Shorter.

“Mmm, I enjoyed your asshole this morning. Kneel, facing the bottom of the bed, and fuck me with your dirty little shithole,” he murmured, tossing me some lube.

My pussy contracted from his filthy words.

I released his cock with a wet pop and grinned up at him, blinking through my mask.

My jaw ached. My throat felt fucked raw—but I still wanted more.

He raised a brow. I knew that look. Master expected obedience, not cheek.

So I poured a generous line of lube along the length of his cock, slow and deliberate, like I was anointing a priceless artefact.