Page 23 of Violent Love: Viktor (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #5)

Viktor

With three weeks left, it was time to reel my little pet in. She responded beautifully to pain which satisfied my sadistic desires. Soft enough to mould, numb enough to blindly follow my command. The sheer desperation in her voice told me everything I needed to know. She was ready to shatter for me.

I moved away from her, ignoring her whine. When I stood up, I made a show of peeling my shorts over my cock before they pooled around my feet. Her eyes roved over my deathly angel tattoo before they reached my cock. Her breath became ragged beneath her mask.

She was mine, and she was about to discover what it meant to be owned by a man like me. My filthy bitch would never be the same again.

I turned away from her to retrieve my arsenal from the closet. I dumped it on the bed, but picked up the long spreader bar for her neck and hands.

“Get on the middle of the bed,”

I said, unlocking the neck section of the bar.

I lifted her masked head and placed the open bar beneath her before locking it over her collar. I attached her hands to the ends of the pole before getting the straps and hooking them beneath her knees. Once they were secure, I stepped back to admire my work.

She lay unable to move but her legs were spread out like frogs, leaving her cunt and tail on display. Her cunt wept for me. I ignored it and picked up the dildo gag. She blinked beneath the mask when she saw it but remained silent.

“This will help. No speaking. You take only what your Master gives,”

I said, removing her snout to trace the silicone cock against her lips. “Besides you love having cock in your mouth.”

Gagged. Bound. Spread open for me.

It was time to torture her some more.

I picked up the riding crop to inspect the leather-padded end. The source of her pleasure and pain this morning.

“You’ll suffer for your Master before you earn my cock. Before you can cream all over my cock,”

I snapped, swiping the crop in the air.

It landed on her open pussy and her muffled cry was only the beginning. I moved onto her inner thighs. Each time I struck her with the oval leather pad her body twitched and her muffled moan followed.

“You can take it, Suka. Take it for your Master,”

I said, lashing her sopping wet cunt.

Six more strikes and her puffy wet lips were flushed pink.

Raw. Open. Leaking for my cock.

I picked up the nipple clamps.

It was only fair that they should match the same colour as her cunt.

Her nipples were as stiff as stones when I clamped them.

Her muffled moan was perfect. Like music played on a broken toy

Controlled by me.

I pushed the mask over her head, needing to see the anguish in her green eyes.

“There you are. Are you Master’s good little slut?”

I crooned.

She moaned and nodded. Her hands fluttered at the bar’s ends like clipped wings.

“I need to test that,” I mused.

Her eyes widened and a wild look of panic ensued.

No pet had ever been as perfect as the one I crafted. For a second, I felt sentimental until the Pakhan’s words echoed in my mind.

I smiled down at my perfect bitch.

Surviving me was never part of the plan.

I lowered my face over her cunt, remembering how tight and wet she’d been wrapped around my cock when I fucked her two months ago. I ignored my aching cock. This wasn’t about me. Not yet. This was about tormenting my bitch until she broke.

Her lips were red, swollen and wet. The lighter pink of her insides peeking out from her blossoming cunt. She glistened. Slick and dripping. Wet all the way to her tail-stuffed asshole. The hole I’d broken in her. Fucked raw. Wishing every time it was her cunt.

I dragged my tongue between her lips, tasting the source of her sweet, salty musk. That was when she began to howl—not moaning. Not groaning. Not muffled cries. Not words. But howling like the bitch she was.

I wanted her filth smeared across my mouth and beard, wanted to bury my tongue in her hungry pink hole—but that wasn’t the lesson for today.

I flattened my tongue and slowly licked her from her inner thigh to her labia, then did the same on the other side. Licking. Applying pressure. Just not where she needed it.

When her legs began to tremble and her breathing turned ragged, I pried her open and traced my tongue around her entrance. Round and round I went, until her whimpers became tears.

I eased the tail plug out before slowly pushing it back into her clutching asshole. That’s when I circled the tip of my tongue around her rigid clit.

Cries turned to sobs.

I didn’t stop.

I started it all over again.

***

She’d drenched my face and beard. All I could smell was her. All she could do was suffer. She was ruined. Wrecked. And ready. It was time to give her what she needed. Give it to her like the bitch in heat that she was.

I knelt before her open legs, staring at her despairing eyes as I rested my cock over her slit. Her mouth was covered by the black strap from the gag. The only thing she could do was blink.

I reached over her to stuff some pillows under her head. She needed to watch me ruin her. The gag was removed and the soaking wet dildo with it.

“Speak. Who owns you?”

I demanded.

“Y-You do, Master.”

Her voice was hoarse and cracked.

“Who do you obey?”

“You, Master.”

Her voice grew stronger.

“Who do you exist for?”

“You, Master. Only you,”

she whispered.

“If I pissed in your mouth, would you thank me?”

She nodded frantically. “Yes. Yes, I would, Master.”

“Are you going to be my forever cumhole? Let me ruin every single hole I own?”

Her eyes fluttered, and her clamped nipples rose and fell.

“Oh yes, Master. Every hole is y-yours,”

she stuttered.

“Do you love your Master, Suka?”

I murmured, my heartbeat faster, waiting for her response.

Her eyes softened, and I held my breath.

“With everything that I am. I love my Master,” she said.

There was nothing but reverence in her voice and eyes.

Holy fucking shit.

I did it.