Page 19 of Violent Love: Viktor (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #5)

Viktor

I lit a cigarette and dialled the Pakhan.

She was still lying where I left her—on her side, tail curved, mask zipped shut, hands tucked against her chest like a sleeping hound.

“She’s responding,”

I said, exhaling smoke. “Faster than I expected.”

The Pakhan didn’t speak, just let me fill the silence.

“She hasn’t spoken in over three weeks. Not even a whimper unless it’s to beg.”

I took another drag. “Subspace is her new home. The girl’s nearly gone.”

His voice was calm. “And the conditioning?”

“Complete. After an initial punishment, she never stepped out of line again. The next steps will erase any remnants of her past. She’ll never be a threat to us, Batushka,”

I said confidently.

“Good,”

he replied. “But don’t get sentimental.”

I glanced at her small, curled form in my bed.

“I won’t,”

I said, then hung up.

With the Pakhan updated, the urgency to transform the girl into my perfect pet had diminished. The first fracture was in place, and I was ahead of schedule. I could relax now. Take my time. Enjoy tormenting my little bitch.

I tapped the ash into a tray and picked up the one meant for her. Braised chicken thighs, creamy mash, her favourite pickled cucumbers on the side. Heaped. Steaming. More than generous.

And beside it, my cock.

She’d still need to earn it.

***

Every night she slept beside me, untouched. By the time the sun rose, she’d crawled close, her hand always resting on my chest—as if to reassure herself that I was alive and still beside her. I helped her wash, brushed her teeth, and kept her in the bedroom so she could acclimate to the space and bathroom.

She never touched the back of her mask. Not once.

But her fingers often found the collar.

My balls were drained morning, noon, and night—but I wanted more.

And I knew she did too.

Her constantly wet pussy was driving me to distraction.

***

I woke to her weight curled against my chest.

She was quiet. Still. One hand resting on my chest, the other…

My jaw locked.

Her fingers were on my face. My scarred face.

Not exploring. Not trembling. Just…resting there. As if I was hers.

No one touched my scars. Not since they were given to me by Yuri’s men.

The rage hit before I could stop it. Not loud, not wild—cold. It surged through my chest and curled around my spine like barbed wire.

With a calm that belied the turmoil inside me, I climbed out of bed and laced my runners.

I needed a run before I did something I’d regret.

Violence was my world, but her slight form wouldn’t survive my brand of violence.

I smiled grimly.

My brand of violence against her mind was far more potent. And far more permanent.

***

She was asleep when I put the bowl of millet porridge and berry compote on the nightstand. I went to the wardrobe to get a few supplies. Once retrieved I slammed the wooden door shut to watch her jump.

Her sensitivity to smell and hearing had heightened. She sat up and the blanket fell to her waist, baring her pretty pink nipples. She sniffed the air and crawled to the edge of the bed, awaiting instruction. I placed the items on the bed.

“Are you ready to earn your breakfast?”

I murmured to her, cupping her breasts.

“Woof. Woof,”

she barked through the mask, placing her hands on her thighs.

I picked up the chain and hooked it onto her collar, before pinching the clip open to trap her nipple. Her immediate hiss of pain made me smile while I felt a phantom pain on my scarred face. I attached the second clamp on her nipple before admiring my work. There was enough tension from the chains to tug her nipples upward.

I’m a little sweaty from a run this morning. Make sure you lick and suck everywhere—give me a proper clean,”

I said with a smirk she couldn’t see.

She shuffled backward, away from the edge of the bed, kneeling obediently.

“No. Lie on your back. Head off the edge. You’re going to lick my crack and my sack this morning,”

I added, stripping off my clothes.

She didn’t hesitate. Just shifted into position, lying flat, her head dropping over the edge. The chain between her nipples tugged tight with the movement, making her whimper.

I ignored it and unzipped the snout.

When I climbed over her face and lowered my ass onto her waiting tongue, I cursed the camera for not catching the angle. Her mask beneath me. Her tongue brushing my crack. She stuck it out and licked—slow and filthy. She worked her way in, tongue spearing the seam.

My cock throbbed, already leaking.

“Stick it in my asshole,”

I said, slapping her right breast.

She hesitated for only a second. Then her tongue found the rim again—circling, probing—before she tried to push it in.

Stab—stab.

I relaxed my ass until the tip of her tongue breached me.

“Yeah. Oh, my dirty little bitch. Go deeper. Get a good taste,”

I rasped, tugging on the silver chains, torturing her nipples until she squirmed—moaning into my ass.

She held onto me from behind and lifted her face, tongue pushing deeper inside.

God damn. She was so fucking good.

Her tongue worked back and forth, satisfying the edge of my anger.

“Pull out and lick my rim before giving me your tongue again. Make me nice and clean.”

I waited until she was finished before dragging my balls over her masked chin. Her tongue was already out, bathing the boys before I could utter a word. Licking and sucking like a desperate whore. Her legs were clenched, thighs rubbing together.

I smiled and dipped my middle finger into her sopping wet cunt. Her legs spread open and sucked me in with vigour. I lifted my balls out of her mouth and fed her my cock. Her jaw was wide open, like a baby bird begging to be fed.

Watching my cock sink into her open mouth made me stand up.

I wasn’t missing this shit for the world.