Page 33 of Violent Love: Viktor (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #5)

Viktor

I closed my eyes, but the image remained. Four years married, and she could still twist me up in knots. I took a breath, slow and deep, then tapped play.

“Fucking hell,”

I whispered, eyes glued to the screen. “Oh, that dirty fucking bitch has done it now.”

She wasn’t playing around. This was war.

That long black vibrator was getting abused. It gleamed, slick with her arousal. She dragged the curved tip out, smeared it over her clit—my clit—then rammed it back inside. The vibration was loud enough I could feel it in my molars. My jaw clenched when she came.

My cheek twitched. Ears burned.

“Dyadya!”

Ayla screamed from the other room, making me fumble with my phone. Uncle.

I jammed it into my pocket, but the sound still rang in my skull like a curse.

“Ayla, my angel,”

I said, scooping her into one arm and spinning her around until she shrieked with laughter.

That sound could break men. It broke me, every time.

Her little head settled against my chest, and her hand reached up, fingers curling over the scars on my cheek like they were made just for her.

The Krolik waddled in next, round as a moon and breathing like she’d run a mile. Relief lit her face when she saw I had Ayla.

“Bathtime?”

I asked, catching the puff of her chest.

“I miss being able to move,”

she grumbled.

“Shouldn’t beg for my dick all the time then, Bunny.”

She closed her eyes. Might’ve been praying. Might’ve been plotting murder. Either way, they were about to fuck, and I was getting out of here.

I handed Ayla over to the Pakhan, pressed a kiss to her forehead as she clung to me with sticky fingers and big eyes.

The second I stepped outside, the wind slapped my face like a warning.

Home would be worse.

***

Dasha attacked me the moment I walked in. I gave her a quick pet, then went hunting for the naughty pussy of my nightmares.

Ania had recovered from childbirth and ruined my pet in the process. It was always going to happen. I warned him. Told the Pakhan to control his wife, and he laughed in my face.

Still, I partially won in the end.

My Suka can’t go without cock.

It was breeding season, and my bitch was in heat.

I took my shoes off, eyeing the staircase. I wanted to catch her off guard. Once I cleared the stairs, I moved like a fox, avoiding the creaky floorboards. Our bedroom door was open a crack.

I peered in.

She lay in the middle of the bed, knees up and crossed, swinging that dainty little foot while reading her Kindle. Innocent enough—if you ignored the half-faced dog mask, my collar, and her bare ass on full display.

I nudged the door wider.

“Where is it?”

I demanded.

She jumped, Kindle slipping to the bed. “You gave me a fright,”

she said, hand pressed to her chest.

My eyes dropped to her tits. Perky. Bouncing.

Oh, she was going to pay.

“You’ll never find it,”

she said with a grin.

I took off my jacket, tossed it to the chair.

“What does it say on your cunt?”

She pouted.

“Viktor’s pussy,”

she mumbled.

“Damn right it does.”

Not that she ever listens. I thought tattooing it on her cunt would help. It didn’t.

She slid off the bed, crawling toward me with her tail high and her eyes full of mischief. While I unbuttoned my shirt, she worked at my belt.

“I’m at the right temperature,”

she said, tugging down my zip. “I was checking my cervical mucus with the vibrator. Might’ve gotten a touch carried away.”

“A touch,”

I grunted. “You were hammering away like you were trying to reach fucking Narnia through your cunt.”

She froze, blinked, then smirked. “You’ve read The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe?”

“I watched the movie.”

I shoved her hands away. “And don’t worry—I’ve got something that’ll help you get pregnant this time. Go lie on the bed. Keep your fucking hands to yourself.”

“Yes, Master,”

she said sweetly, crawling back with a wiggle.

My gaze lingered on her cunt. It was still surreal that I wanted a child of my own. Natalya was nearly thirty now, and she wanted it—bad. We both adored Ayla, but I couldn’t deny my wife. She never asked for much, other than my cock.

Now she wanted my balls too.

They were hers.

I went to the sock drawer and pulled out the silk pouch.

She’d be bred my way.

“I hope we get pregnant this time,”

she sighed. “My ovaries are turning to dust.”

I rolled my eyes. So dramatic.

“Baby, I’m sure you’ve got some fine eggs ripe for fertilisation,”

I said, lifting her leg and strapping it to the headboard.

I gave the restraint a hard yank—no escape. Then the other ankle. I’d kept the straps attached to the bed since we decided to try for a baby. Just made sense.

When I stood back to admire her, the sight was fucking obscene. Folded in half, legs spread wide, pussy glistening and her plugged asshole on full display.

“Do you know how I know you’re getting pregnant?” I asked.

She frowned and shook her head.

I smiled.

“Because I’m going to breed you like a bitch in heat,”

I said, reaching for the knotted dildo hidden in the pouch.

She couldn’t see it. Wouldn’t see it coming.

I traced my fingers over her swollen cunt lips. Seeing my name tattooed there always made me hard. When she wriggled her hips, I slapped her pussy. Hard.

Her hiss of pain made my chest warm.

“Dirty little bitch,”

I muttered. “Fucking yourself with a vibrator like a common whore.”

I slapped her again. Then again. The tips of my fingers stung, but her cries were too pretty to stop. Ten more. Maybe twelve.

By the end, her cunt was dripping—raw, red, and ready.

“Whose cunt is this?”

I growled, landing one final blow.

“Yours, Master!”

she sobbed.

“Try and remember that, Suka. Whores like you don’t get choices,”

I muttered, stroking my cock as I stared down at her wrecked, leaking cunt. “You don’t get candlelight and love songs. You get bred. Long hard, and full.”

She whimpered, still bound, legs spread and trembling.

“I’m going to fill this hole properly,”

I growled, lining myself up. “No rushing. You want a baby? Then you’ll take every inch, every drop, until your cunt stops leaking and starts keeping.”

I pressed the tip in slow, watching her stretch around me.

“Fuck, look at you. Still tight for me. Still wet and clenching like you need it.”

I sank deeper, inch by inch, until my balls slapped against her ass. Her plug shifted with the motion, making her gasp.

“This is what it takes,”

I said through my teeth. “A real man. A real cock. Not your sad little vibrator.”

She was already squirming, back arching against the restraints.

“Not yet,”

I snapped, drawing back until only the tip remained before slamming in again. “I’ll tell you when you’re allowed to cum.”

I kept the rhythm steady—deep, punishing thrusts that had her choking on every moan. Her pussy clung to me, wet and hot, sucking me back in like it knew I belonged there.

“You’re going to feel this tomorrow,”

I said, grabbing her hips and holding her down. “You’re going to leak for hours. And every drop that spills will remind you who fucking owns you.”

Her body was on fire—trembling, twitching, begging.

“Say it,”

I demanded. “Tell me what you are.”

“Your breeding bitch,”

she cried. “Your cunt. Your hole.”

“That’s right,”

I growled. “Just a messy little womb for me to stuff.”

I kept going, rolling my hips, grinding deep until I felt her coming—despite me. Her cunt spasmed around my cock.

I didn’t stop.

I slowed.

Let her feel every drag, every grind.

“That’s it,”

I whispered. “Cum on it. Milk it. Show me you’re ready to be bred.”

When I finally came, I buried myself deep, groaning as I emptied every drop inside her.

But I didn’t pull out.

Not yet.

I stayed there, cock still hard, plugged into her twitching cunt while she sobbed in overstimulated bliss.

When I finally slipped free, the sound was filthy. A rush of cum followed.

“Not wasting a single drop,”

I muttered, reaching for the knot dildo.

She saw it this time.

Her eyes widened. But she didn’t beg.

She knew better.

“A breeding bitch needs a knot.”

I pushed it in slow, stretching her ruined pussy again until the knot popped inside with a thick, wet schluck.

As expected, she sucked it right in.

Her long moan was accompanied by her pussy gripping the thick knot.

“Now stay like that,”

I said, slapping her thigh. “If that knot pops out, I’ll fill you again. And again. Until you're bred.”

Natalya

He leaned over and kissed me before leaving me tied to the bed with a damn dog dildo in my pussy. I squeezed around it.

Mmm. I could get used to it, and it kept his swimmers inside me.

Come on, mucus, you can do it.

Within two months of moving to our new house, Viktor dragged me off to get married. Luckily, Ania had everything ready, even though Ayla was only seven weeks old at the time. I didn’t get a wedding ring.

I got a tattoo on my pussy.

I watched him come out of the bathroom. My scarred, tattooed husband. He would always be my Master first and foremost.

“Woman, give me another ten minutes before you give me those eyes,”

he said, shaking his head. “Not even a dog dick in your cunt calms you down.”

He enjoyed his filthy rants, but I knew he kept every picture and video I sent him. Every filthy frame.

“I love you, Master,”

I whispered.

Just like that, his dark eyes softened, and he climbed back onto the bed. I thought he was going to kiss me again, but his lips closed around my nipple. He sucked hard, then pulled back just to circle it with his tongue. Then sucking again, harder—with teeth this time—until I was clenching around the knot buried inside me.

He glanced up before moving to my other nipple.

It was going to be another long night, and I was so looking forward to it.

***

My eyes snapped open, and I glanced at my sleeping husband. He was still asleep, stretched out like a king, one arm thrown over his head, the other resting palm-up beside me. His chest rose steadily. In the beginning he never let me touch his scarred cheek, but now everything was different—he was different.

With a smile, I lifted a corner of the cover.

His cock lay soft and thick against his thigh, heavy with promise. I inched the covers down and tucked myself beneath them.

There it was—my favourite part of him.

Even now, it looked proud. Commanding. Unbothered by sleep, like it knew I’d come crawling.

I kissed the tip, tender and slow. He twitched in response, but didn’t wake.

I ran my tongue up the underside, slow enough to savour every ridge, every pulse of heat. I circled the head with lazy reverence, drinking in the taste of skin, salt, and home.

I wrapped my fingers loosely around the base, not stroking, just holding.

Last night, he’d tossed the dog dick across the room in a fit of territorial rage. I still wasn’t sure what he’d do if an actual man ever tried to hit on me. Probably tear his throat out with his teeth and use the blood as lube.

Now here I was. Still aching, mouth full of his cock like a good little pet.

I took him in, inch by inch, letting him fill me slow. No rush. No teasing. Just devotion. My lips stretched around him, tongue gliding along every inch like I was trying to learn him all over again.

He grew in my mouth. Hardening, thickening, responding to me even in sleep. My jaw ached, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to. I moaned softly, letting the vibration roll over him.

His fingers twitched.

Another inch, another hum. He shifted under the sheets, hand brushing my hair like instinct.

I closed my eyes and suckled slowly, worshipping the cock that owned me, and my ruined little cunt.

He sighed.

“My dirty little cock sucker,”

he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep.

His hand slid into my hair, lazy and warm at first. Just petting. Possessive.

I moaned around him, letting him swell deeper in my mouth. His cock throbbed on my tongue, already hard, already twitching.

“That mouth was made for me,”

he muttered, hips giving a slow roll.

I gagged softly. His fingers tightened.

“I should ruin your throat.”

There was no malice in it—only a promise.

“Wake up with my cock in your mouth and my cum leaking out of that filthy little pussy. Sound fair?”

I whimpered around him.

I was empty. Sore. Wet. And begging for more—with my mouth.

He guided my head down, slow but brutal. Inch by inch until I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Just choking, drooling, clinging to his thighs.

He pulled back. Let me breathe then slammed forward, hard, deep and utterly merciless. My throat stretched and burned for him. Worshipped him.

His groans above me, the wet slap of spit-slick skin, my fingers fisting the sheets—I took it all. I wanted it all.

“You love this,”

he growled. “Getting fucked like a hole first thing in the morning. My mouth. My cunt. My mess.”

I moaned, throat clenching as he pulsed inside me.

Then he stopped.

Held me down.

“Swallow,”

he rasped.

His cum hit the back of my throat, thick and hot. I swallowed like a good girl. Every drop. He didn’t move until I did.

When he finally let me go, I collapsed beside him, spit-slick and trembling.

He brushed hair from my cheek with a tenderness that didn’t match what he’d done to me.

“Good morning, Suka.”

I smiled.

My breakfast never tasted right without my Master’s cum on my tongue.

Viktor

Four Months Later

My pet did everything wholeheartedly. She was upbeat and unflappable while pregnant. Although her demand for cock had increased, I shouldered that responsibility with great poise.

Commendable, really.

She claimed it helped her sleep. That the baby settled after I came in her. I didn’t argue—because I loved my wife’s insatiable appetite.

She’d kneel in front of me with her little bump pressed into my thighs, mouth already open, eyes already glazed. Like her body had rewritten itself to need me to function.

And I gave it to her. Every night. Any way she needed it.

Because she was mine.

Every single hole was mine.

And now her growing belly.

All mine.

The End.