Page 24 of Violent Love: Viktor (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #5)

Natalya

I didn’t even hesitate when I said it. I love my Master.

It wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t even a truth I’d just discovered. It had always been there. Buried. Waiting for the right command to bring it out.

His smile was slow and wide.

My Master was happy.

His dark brown eyes were still cruel, but that’s what I loved about him—the darkness in his chest, his angel of death tattoo, which made the angel’s wings look like ribs while death sat comfortably in the middle. This was him.

He was cruel and kind. Sadistic and gentle. Master was a contradiction, but I loved him—ached for his touch—begged to be degraded. I would do anything to please him. This was my Master.

My cruel Master.

He grazed his cock over my pussy.

I whimpered, and my breath shuddered. The constant dull ache from the nipple clamps had died a long time ago.

The tip of his cock spread my pussy, but he pushed it up, bumping it over my clit.

I almost begged, but I bit down on my lip. The relief of pain made me bite harder until I tasted blood.

“My dirty fuckpet. You want to become my cockwarmer?”

“Yes, please, Master. I’m yours. Every part of me,”

I whimpered.

He slapped my breast. The sharp bloom of pain made my eyes roll. My pussy twitched for more. His low chuckle echoed around the room.

Slap.

Harder.

Yes.

“You’re going to cum on my cock like a mindless whore. Then you will do it again and again until I’m done ruining your cunt,”

he said, his voice low and dangerous.

I focused on him and nodded.

“Woof. Woof,”

I barked loudly for him.

His cock slid down my pussy, and I trembled with anticipation, sighing when the broad head speared me open.

“Oh, fuck,”

he muttered.

I squeezed the tip, needing to memorise the feel of him stretching me.

“Yeah, use that cunt like a good cumslut,”

he said, sliding deeper, opening me up from the inside.

His hips slammed forward, driving his cock deep with one brutal thrust.

My scream turned to a gurgle. My whole body jolted. The bar locked my arms and neck, but I still tried to lift my hips to meet him.

“Fucking look at you,”

he growled, folding over me, cock buried deep. “My filthy bitch—tail in, clamps on, and still begging for cock.”

He pulled out and slammed back in.

Hard.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Each thrust forced more slick out of me, leaking down over my tail and onto the sheets.

My head thrashed. I couldn’t stop shaking.

Pain. Pleasure. No difference anymore.

He reached around and pulled the clamps off in one go.

I screamed. A high, keening sound that cracked something inside me.

My nipples throbbed with fresh pain and heat.

His hand caught my throat, holding me in place as he fucked me like he wanted to rearrange my guts.

“You gonna squirt for me, fuckpet?”

he hissed. “You gonna drench this cock like the useless, ruined cumbucket you are?”

“Yes—Master—please—”

He slammed in and stilled.

“You cum when I say.”

“Yes, Master,” I sobbed.

The pressure was unbearable. Every thrust scraped a scream from my throat.

Then he shifted his hips and angled deeper.

His cock hit that devastating place. The one he’d memorised.

I spasmed.

“Don’t. You. Dare,”

he growled.

I bit the inside of my cheek. Tears ran down my face.

His fingers slid between us and barely touched my clit.

A spark.

A detonation.

My whole body locked.

“Cum.”

It exploded out of me—wet, hot, devastating.

My scream ripped through the air as my cunt clenched and squirted violently around his cock.

He didn’t stop. He rode me through it. Made it worse.

“I said again.”

He fucked me harder.

Faster.

I shattered again.

And again.

Until I was gasping, sobbing, and drooling, but still needing more.

“Who does this ruined pussy belong to?”

“You, Master,”

I slurred. “It’s yours. I’m yours. Forever.”

There was no reply.

His cock pounded into me.

Heavy. Deep. Unrelenting.

I could barely think, let alone remember that he hadn’t cum yet.

My vision blurred. My lips were parted, slack, but no sound came. Only gasps.

Sweat dripped from his chest, landing on my breasts as I stared at the angel of death inked on his chest.

He didn’t speak.

Didn’t slow.

His hips slammed into mine, driving his cock all the way in, over and over, until I was nothing but a broken hole to be used.

My clit throbbed. I needed—

And then his hips ground down, just once, the base of his cock dragging across my clit.

I shattered.

Again.

A scream caught in my throat as my body seized around him, cunt gripping and pulsing like it didn’t want to let him go.

That’s when he growled—low and feral.

He jerked forward and buried himself deep, spilling inside me with a raw grunt.

His cum was hot.

Endless.

Pouring into the place he owned.

His cock twitched and throbbed, flooding me as I sobbed beneath him.

I didn’t move.

Couldn’t move.

I just lay there, wrecked and trembling, with his seed leaking from my ruined cunt and my gaze still locked on the black angel etched above me.

His cock twitched inside me as he held himself still, buried to the hilt.

Possessed.

Final.

Owned.