Page 17 of Violent Love: Viktor (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #5)

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.”

My words triggered her response.

She began to bob up and down my cock, fucking herself with obscene sounds of my dick piercing in and out of her neck. I let her suck, swallow, and lick me until I gripped the sides of her mask, tilting her head until her eyes were on me.

I eased out of her before thrusting myself balls-deep into her neck. Her throat convulsed, but I didn’t stop. There was no stopping me now. I swung my hips back and forth, slapping myself against her face.

“That’s right. Your throat is my cocksleeve now,”

I growled, gripping her head while driving myself back down her neck.

My balls and thighs were dripping with spit and cock drool. When I felt the tension build up, I gave her short, shallow stabs.

“Get ready for breakfast, Suka,” I rasped.

Her mouth widened, and I allowed myself to cum deep inside her neck, shooting my load straight into her belly. I gently rocked myself against her face, feeding my bitch her first meal of the day. I inhaled deep breaths as the pleasure ebbed away.

But more than my orgasm was the satisfaction that she was broken.

Not too much.

Not too little.

Just a perfectly broken bitch for her Master.

I released her head, but she didn’t move back. It was as if she didn’t want me out of her mouth. I pulled back and dipped my hand between my legs while she gasped for air. My fingers found a sloppy, wet cunt. Her hair had grown back in, but I would shave it all off again. Her thighs trembled as I brushed my fingers between her folds.

She tried to lick my cock. I stood up and let her lick me clean from tip to balls.

Only then did she stop and look at me for permission.

I stared at the muddy green behind the black.

“Are you going to leave me with my dick hanging in the air?”

I snapped at her.

Her lips parted as she gasped, and she moved to pull my boxers up. The trousers and the belt were next.

“Eat,”

I said, pulling a chair out to watch her crawl.

Over the next few weeks, I would be observing her carefully.

***

After breakfast, I took her upstairs to the wet room shower. She hadn’t bathed since the shower in the compound a month ago. I took my time, washing her from head to toe before shaving her pussy, one leg propped over my shoulder.

It didn’t take much for her to become aroused—grazing my knuckles over her breasts or dragging the razor over her pussy. There wasn’t a single crack or crevice I left untouched.

With her hair combed, ass plugged, and body dried, she crawled behind me into the bedroom.

“The only thing you live for, Suka, is my voice. My command. That is your purpose now,”

I said coldly, reaching for the mask on the bed.

It was a soft leather one, with a studded eye mask. The snout had two holes and a zip at the mouth. It laced at the back with an additional buckle at the base of her neck.

It was time to take her training to the next level.