Page 13 of Code of Captivity

She spread her legs apart, placing her hand flat on the floor and opened her mouth. I unzipped my trousers before slipping my hand down my waistband to push my boxers down. Once I pulled my leaking cock out, I used the tip to trace it around her lips.

“Such a good fuck bunny,” I said before pushing my cock into her open mouth.

I wrapped her hair around my hands twice to get a good grip before using her hair as two handles. The tip of my cock began to hit the back of her throat. Sex was usually a hindrance for a man in my position. I used some from our stock that the Madam sent me. She knew my tastes and never sent anyone timid. Ania was far from timid. My little fuck bunny was a survivor.

“You’ll be my perfect little fuck toy,Zayka,” I said before I pulled her head toward me and thrust my dick down her neck.

Her slippery throat opened up after a gurgling and choking sound. It was a tight fit, but she still had a great deal to swallow. She placed her lips around me and hollowed out her cheeks before she began to use her tongue on my hard dick. I fought forcontrol, allowing her time to adjust and for me not to ejaculate inside her.

“Yes, little bunny, enjoy your Master’s cock,” I said before moving my hips again.

Only this time, I didn't stop. I dragged her mouth up and down the length of my dick, thrusting into her each time I pulled her onto my dick. She was blind but for the feel of my cock violating her neck.

“Cock suckingshlyukha,” I said, slamming myself against her masked face.Whore.

I groaned as my balls hit her masked chin. The resilient rabbit was reduced to a toy—a toy for me to use and abuse. My grip on her hair tightened, and I began to fuck her violently, slapping my trousers against her face, driving deep into her neck with each swing.

The complete power and control of her was the most heady sensation I’d ever experienced. The filthy sounds coming from her as she struggled to accept my length only made it better.

“Good fucking whore, take my dick,” I gasped as I pummelled her masked face.

Her hands moved to my legs as she held onto them. I wanted to hold off cumming, to keep fucking her mouth like a savage, but I could feel my balls become taut and my cock harden. Her teeth gazed my cock before she widened her mouth.

“Take your reward,” I said, thrusting back and forth, each one harder than the last, until I pulled back and sprayed my cum inside her pretty pink mouth.

“Yes,” I hissed, untangling a hand from her hair to pump it up and down my dick, watching my cum pool in the back of her throat. “Tongue.”

She stuck her tongue out, and a spurt of cum landed on it before sliding down to the back of her throat. I smiled at my obedient fuck bunny before cleaning the tip of my cock off against her tongue.

“Show me your reward,Zayka,” I said, pulling back.

Her hands fell away from my legs, placing them on the floor before she opened her mouth to show me the mouthful of cum and spit.

“Swallow,” I said, and she did exactly that.

She gulped it all down and even licked her lips, touching the edges of her gimp mask.

“Clean me, and then you may relax,” I said, pushing my dick back into her mouth.

I let her suck and lick my entire dick before I stuffed my balls into her mouth. She took it all beautifully and didn’t stop until I commanded her to. I patted the top of her head before I tucked myself back in, zipped my trousers up and went to my desk to catch up on some emails.

Chapter 10

Ania

I sat on the rug as I heard him tapping away on his laptop. He took a few calls but when there was silence I could hear the birds tweeting outside or the occasional footsteps outside the office. I used every distraction that I could to avoid thinking about what happened. This was my life now. Working for him and letting him use me however he wanted.

My pussy clenched thinking about his enormous dick. I hadn’t expected him to be so thick and long. Madam and her team made me practice on six to seven-inch dildos, but he was longer than them. My ears pricked up when he ordered two black Ruben sandwiches. The food came, and I heard him eating, but I stayed kneeling where he left me.

I heard him roll his chair on the wooden flooring until it hit the rug. He was close, and I tried to stop myself from shivering, but it didn't work.

“Open,” he said, and I obeyed.

He put a piece of the sandwich in my mouth. The bread was dense, the meat salty, and the cabbage dressing was a perfect mixture of sweet and pickled. He continued to feed me until my belly was full.

“Thank you, Master,” I said when I heard him get up. It felt strange talking through the mask hole.

He paused but didn't say anything before he walked away, taking his chair with him. A few moments later, he was back feeding me a straw to suck on. The action left me feeling confused. Was I his slave, pet or both?

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