Page 21 of Violent Love: Viktor (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #5)

Viktor

I took a sip of coffee, dragged on my cigarette, and blew the smoke to the side. My eyes stayed on the screen. Natalya was sobbing into the pillow she clutched.

The world was a fucked-up place. I was just another cog in the wheel.

I opened the file the Pakhan had sent.

Natalya Zharova.

I exited the email and shot him a message.

Me: For the love of everything holy, please tell me you didn’t get Ania to dig into my pet.

Pakhan: Why are you so scared of my wife?

I rubbed a hand over my beard, then tapped ash into the tray.

Me: She’ll undo all my work, and then I’ll be back at square one. I want to keep my suka.

Pakhan: You have six weeks. Make it count.

I groaned, took a long drag of my cigarette, and went back to the file.

Twenty-six years old.

Left state care at eighteen.

Stuck with a useless father and a dead-end job.

I winced at the hotel name.

Ania wasn’t stupid. She’d piece it together.

Was the Pakhan trying to sabotage me?

I glanced back at the screen, and she seemed to have stopped crying. There was no sound, and her body no longer shook. We had a nine-year age gap, and although she had a rough start in life, her soul wasn't black like mine—yet.

I took a sip of my coffee and reviewed my six-week plan.

***

When I brought her lunch, she sat upright. Still. Waiting for instruction. The gimp mask had stayed on for two weeks—only removed for showers.

It was time to bring her downstairs.

I snapped off the eye mask section. Her eyes were red. Puffy. She blinked slowly, adjusting to the light.

“Come downstairs for lunch.”

Her gaze lingered on my snake tattoo before she climbed off the bed and crawled toward me. I would never get tired of watching her crawl for me.

She followed me downstairs, only standing for the staircase. Her fingers clutched the bannister tightly, as if unsteady on her feet.

Once in the kitchen, I walked to her bowl and unzipped my trousers to pull my cock out.

“Do a good job, Suka,”

I murmured, and she crawled to my feet.

I unclipped the clamps from her nipples, preferring not to leave permanent damage on those two pink buds. She hissed from the pain before shuffling closer and opening her mouth.

With my cock in hand, I teased her lips with the tip of my semi-erect cock. Her pupils dilated, darkening her eyes, and she placed her hands on my thighs, trying to lick me.

“That’s it. Use that hole and suck your Master’s cum out,”

I said, pushing my cock into her mouth.

Her fingers gripped my trousers and she began slowly—sucking, licking, savouring her appetiser. She licked me from sack to tip, dragging her tongue like she was tasting worship. Her eyes never left mine.

My cock hardened, but she licked again. And again.

Before I could tell her to get on with it, she sucked in the tip, rising up until her lips tightened and she drew me deep into her throat.

Her hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking in rhythm with her mouth.

“Now worship my cock with your throat.”

Her eyes lit up at my words, and her hands moved behind me to hold my ass. She swallowed me inch by fucking inch, her throat straining to take me. The sound of her choking herself filled the kitchen.

There were only two inches left until she reached my balls. I gripped her head.

“Let me help you,”

I murmured as she blinked her tears away.

Her fingers dropped to grip my legs.

I swung back and forward, slowly at first, screwing in those last few inches while staring into her eyes. Every so often, she blinked away tears as her eyes watered, but damn, it was good to see her eyes again like this.

“Time to earn your food.”

I locked my fingers around the back of her head before thrusting hard. When my cock propelled down her throat, I felt it stretch. I pulled back and repeated the action until I was face-fucking her.

There was no escape from me in any part of her life.

When the sensation of her convulsing throat became too much, I pulled out, released her head, and turned to wank over her mat and bowl. Thick spurts of cum splashed in her bowl, on the mat, and on the cream marble floor. I wrung every last drop out for her before tucking myself away.

I almost smiled when I saw her dazed look. She was so used to me feeding her my cum directly into her mouth or throat.

“Go on. Eat up,” I said.

She dropped down on all fours, bending her head to the floor and lapping up every drop of my sticky cum before she ate her cum-flavoured salmon.