Page 26 of Violent Love: Viktor (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #5)

Natalya

Master cooked breakfast while I knelt on the rug, watching him through the mask.

Every ripple of muscle or flash of his tattoos made me eager to suck his cock.

I ached and burned, inside and out, but he triggered something in me. I needed him inside me all the time.

He told me we would return home tomorrow. The thought scared me at first, but as long as I was with my Master, I decided I didn’t care where we lived.

Master turned to face me, his limp cock hanging over the waistband of his sweatpants. My final hole to be filled this morning.

I licked my lips.

It was breakfast time.

***

Our final night in Borki and Master was in a cruel teasing mood.

I loved it.

He lay on the bed, watching me suck his cock. I raked my nails down his thighs as I pushed down the length of his cock to see his dark nest of curls.

“Shit. You know how to use that throat of yours. Then again, three times a day for almost three months would mould your neck in the shape of my cock,”

he chuckled.

Three months?

It didn’t feel like three months. Shorter.

“Mmm, I enjoyed your asshole this morning. Kneel, facing the bottom of the bed, and fuck me with your dirty little shithole,”

he murmured, tossing me some lube.

My pussy contracted from his filthy words.

I released his cock with a wet pop and grinned up at him, blinking through my mask.

My jaw ached. My throat felt fucked raw—but I still wanted more.

He raised a brow. I knew that look. Master expected obedience, not cheek.

So I poured a generous line of lube along the length of his cock, slow and deliberate, like I was anointing a priceless artefact.

“Such reverence,”

he muttered, watching me stroke him from base to tip. “Worship your Master properly.”

I licked a droplet of lube off the crown and kissed it. “Woof.”

His groan told me I was winning. For now.

He wasn’t one to lose. Ever.

“Give me your tail plug and lube your asshole for me like a good anal slut,”

he snapped.

I turned to face the bottom of the bed, staying between his parted legs so he could watch me slowly pull the tail out.

He grunted and snatched the plug from my hand.

“We’ll see how brave you are when you have to fuck your own ass,”

he muttered.

Master underestimated me.

I smeared lube on two fingers and slid them down my back, spreading my knees wide as I reached my asshole—giving him a show as I fingered it open.

I placed my cheek on the bed and kept going, easing my fingers in and out, slow and filthy.

“Oh, you filthy little ass slut. Yeah, finger that asshole. Stretch it out for me,”

he rasped.

I pushed a third finger in, sighing when I felt the stretch. In and out. In and out. Again and again, until my arm ached from reaching behind me.

“Get that hungry little asshole on my cock,”

he growled. His patience was gone.

My fingers reached between us, stroking the slick shaft, guiding the thick crown toward my hole.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t help.

Just let me do the work—because good pets learn to take cock all on their own.

I rubbed the tip over my rim, teasing myself, smearing lube and leaking pre-cum across the tight entrance he’d already bruised.

My muscles trembled, but I held steady, bracing my hands on his thighs as I angled just right.

The pressure made my eyes sting, but I didn’t stop.

I pushed down.

A hiss tore from his throat when the head popped in.

I whimpered—pain and stretch flooding my body—but I kept going. My movements were slow and controlled.

“That’s it, suka. Feed that nasty little shithole.”

My thighs quivered as my ass slid lower, inch by inch, until my cheeks met his hips.

Skin to skin.

My plug replaced with something thicker and hotter.

“Good girl,”

he rasped, gripping my waist. “Now fuck yourself on your Master’s cock.”

I obeyed.

Because Master owned every hole I had.

I leaned forward, palms gripping the bedspread for leverage as I began to rock my hips, dragging his cock from the grip of my ass before sinking it back in. Slow at first. Careful. Every movement sent a pulse of burn and stretch through my core, but I welcomed it. Needed it. The fullness, the pressure—how it made my eyes water and my toes curl.

His hands stayed at my waist, not guiding, just watching. Letting me take what I could handle. What I thought I could handle.

I rolled my hips again, this time faster. Harder. The sting returned with every slap of skin against skin, and I groaned into the sheets. The head of his cock dragged along my inner walls, thick and unforgiving, rubbing the same bruised spot that made me clench without meaning to.

Pain bloomed. I didn’t stop.

“Fuck, your filthy little hole’s greedy,”

he hissed behind me. “Look at you—needing it rough.”

I needed it worse.

I slammed back harder, using the bed for momentum, impaling myself again and again until the pain blurred with pleasure and the sounds of slick friction filled the room. His cock hit deep, forcing the plug of pressure even deeper every time I bounced on him, grinding the edge of pain into something devastatingly sweet.

With a snarl, he sat up behind me, leaving us joined. He pushed me flat on the bed and yanked my legs out straight. I felt his weight settle on the back of my thighs.

His hands tightened on my hips, fingers digging in as he finally moved—slow at first, dragging his cock from the grip of my ass only to ram it back in, making me yelp into the bedding.

“That’s better,”

he growled. “Use me all you want, pet, but don’t think I won’t take what’s mine too.”

I moaned, writhing against him as the ache deepened, raw and perfect. Each thrust sent a shock of heat through my belly, grinding pressure against nerves already wrecked from hours of use. I clawed at the bed, desperate for more—more stretch, more pain, more of his brutal rhythm.

He reached down, yanked my head back by the mask strap, and leaned in close enough for me to feel his breath on my neck. “You’re going to cum like this, aren’t you? With your hole ruined and your Master deep in your guts?”

“Yes—Master—please—”

“That’s right,”

he hissed, slamming in harder now, no mercy. “Beg for your filthy little hole to be filled. Scream for it.”

I choked on a cry, body locking as the orgasm tore through me—violent and unstoppable. My whole body spasmed, clenching down so hard I felt him shudder behind me.

He grunted, cursed, then pulled out just enough to slam back in with a punishing snap.

“That’s it,”

he growled, voice thick. “Take it all. Take every last drop like my perfect little fucktoy.”

I felt him pulse inside me. Hot bursts of his cum filled me up while my asshole continued to milk him.

His low moan rang in my ears. I took every drop in my ruined hole, but my filthy soul still hungered for more.