Page 10 of Violent Love: Viktor (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #5)

Natalya

He was a cruel, disgusting pig of a man who nearly choked me earlier with porridge—and yet, here I was, responding to his touch.

After he left, I’d clawed at the bowl, crying and eating simultaneously. Pathetic. Grateful for food, even while I was still reeling from his cruelty. The warmth in my belly was a small mercy. It gave me just enough strength to hate myself for reacting to him. Though clearly, it hadn’t reached my brain yet.

I kept my eyes shut as I heard him rummaging through his bag. The new collar felt strange, the little box embedded in the strap pressing into my skin like a warning. I shivered at the memory of his words. He wasn’t a man given to gentleness, and I knew better than to hope for softness now.

I tried not to move, not to beg, not to scream. None of it would help me. If anything, it would only make him meaner and more creative.

Before all this, my life had been bleak—but at least it had been mine. I worked to pay bills in a mould-infested flat I shared with my father, a drunk who hadn’t loved me in years, if he ever had. A tear burned down my cheek. Would he even report me missing? Or only notice once the beer runs out?

That life was a slow death. This one promised to be faster—if not by bullet, then by breaking. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to welcome death. Not Viktor’s version. Not violent. Not personal.

My eyes snapped open when I felt his large hands on me again, palming my ass, gripping tight. His fingers dug in, bruising, while the weight of his other hand settled along my spine—a warning.

He gripped the tail, pulling back until the plug stretched my hole, making me groan. He didn’t remove it. He shoved it deeper. The sensation made my whole body tense. I opened my mouth to beg—then thought better of it. I remembered the porridge.

His hand drifted lower, trailing over my thigh, sliding between my legs. My muscles trembled, but I stayed still. I stayed silent.

When his fingers brushed my folds and began to rub, my body betrayed me again. Every movement was calculated. Rhythmic. The plug moved in time with his strokes, and it was too much. Too focused. Too consuming.

I bit down hard on my lip—but still, the moan escaped me. And then his fingers shoved inside my pussy, rough and deep, as he forced the plug into my ass again.

Shame burned through me like acid.

I knew it was only the beginning.

“Such a good girl,”

he muttered, removing the tail plug to squirt lube over my sore, stretched hole.

The cool gel slid inside me as he used the plug to work it deeper, pushing it in and out until the tail glided smoothly. Shame burned through me, but I stayed still, breath catching as the plug popped back in one last time.

“I’m going to fuck your holes until they grow accustomed to the shape of my cock,”

he said, voice cold, distant.

My body froze. I could barely breathe as I listened to the sound of his belt unclasping, the slow rasp of his zipper, each second a countdown to something worse. I risked a glance back. He was naked now, save for his shirt, which he unbuttoned casually like this was routine.

This was it.

He was going to claim me, not like a lover, but like a master.

I turned my head towards the wall, focusing on the chipped cream paint. Something solid pressed against my folds—his cock. I braced my hands on the bed.

The smooth, thick head pushed in, stretching me open inch by inch. Tears stung my eyes—not because I had no choice, but because my traitorous body accepted him.

“Yeah, take me in this tight little cunt, Suka,”

he growled, shoving my face into the mattress as he slid deeper. “Get me nice and wet for your ass.”

My eyes snapped open. I swallowed hard at the implication.

He chuckled darkly. “I think you like the idea. Your pussy just clenched.”

He pulled back, then slammed into me, stealing the air from my lungs.

“Yes, take all of me. This is your life now,”

he snarled, hips driving faster, harder. “This, this right here—my little fuck slave.”

I cried out as he rammed into me, his fingers digging into my hips, dragging me back with each brutal thrust. The pain blurred into something hotter, something worse. I could feel every vein, every ridge as he ploughed into me.

“I can’t dump my load here. Not yet. You need to see the doctor first,”

he muttered.

The thought of that deranged man near me made me tense up, clenching around his cock until he groaned in pleasure. His pace quickened, every slam forward knocking me into the coarse blanket, my breasts scraping against the fabric.

“Fear and pain make you so deliciously tight,”

he growled, pulling out.

I looked back to see him coating his cock with more lubricant. For one brief, humiliating second, I was relieved—until the fat, wet tip pressed against my asshole.

“No, Master. Please—not there,”

I sobbed, yanking at the sheets. “You’re too big.”

He paused.

Then, softly, “No isn’t in your vocabulary anymore.”

His palm stroked down my back before he slapped my ass so hard I gasped.

“If you don’t loosen those muscles, the pain will be worse,”

he warned, nudging the tip harder against my entrance.

The tail had stretched me, but not enough. He pushed slowly, relentlessly, until the head breached me. I gasped at the burn, face buried in the bed, body tensing against the intrusion.

My mind emptied. I couldn’t think—just breathe. Just endure.

He waited, inch by inch, until he was buried deep. The pain bloomed hot and searing, and still he didn’t stop. He let my body catch up, then moved again.

“Please, Master,”

I begged, broken.

“Shhh,”

he murmured, curling his arm around my waist and pulling me upright, driving himself deeper into my ass. His hand circled my throat, the other sliding down to rub my clit.

“You’re going to cum with my cock in your asshole,”

he whispered against my cheek, the filth of it poisoning my soul.

Tears soaked the bed. My legs trembled. But my body betrayed me again, relaxing around the thick intrusion while his fingers coaxed something dark and terrifying to life inside me.

“By the time I’m done with you,”

he growled, fucking into my ass with brutal control, “you’ll take everything I give you…and thank me for it.”

And I believed him.