Page 16 of Code of Captivity

“Friends,” I scoffed. “He wants more.”

“No, he isn't like that. He has children and a partner. Rurik would never—he is a good man,” she said solemnly.

“A good man, and what would you know about men?”

Her eyes closed for a moment before she opened them and looked into my eyes.

“When you have met enough bad ones, you can recognise the difference,” she said. “Rurik Abrosimov is a rare but a good man.”

“I think I will meet with him,” I said, watching her eyes flicker with fear. “Yes, I want to meet him and see for myself.”

“Please, Master—”

“Inspection,” I said, releasing her neck.

She stood up, walked to the front of the desk, linked her arms behind her head, and spread her legs open. I stood up and unbuckled my belt, watching her as I pulled it off.

“It's such a pity you're stuck with me,” I said, slapping the flat leather against my hand as I walked around the desk. Let me show you how bad I am.”

The first strike of the belt came with a sharp crack as I whipped her across her breasts until she gasped in pain and her hands jerked from her neck. The sting bloomed instantly, a fiery line etching itself across the soft flesh of her breasts. Slowly, the pristine white began to flush, a delicate pink rising to the surface like the first blush of dawn. I paused as my eyes traced over the mark.

The second strike followed, and the pink deepened, spreading like watercolour on paper. Her skin now glowed with a warm, rosy hue, the heat radiating in time with her quickened breaths. Each stroke of the belt was deliberate and measured. With every impact, the pink intensified, painting her in shades of surrender, reaffirming my subjugation of her. I moved behind her to begin the same process on the blank canvas of her ass.

“Bend over,” I said, my voice thick with desire.

She stepped forward before spreading her legs again and bent over the desk, placing her cheek on some files with her palms lying flat on the desk. Her naked pussy peeked out from beneaththe tail, reminding me of how I destroyed her last night by simply cumming on my dick. My cock thickened and began to stiffen beneath my clothing.

I wielded the belt and coloured her ass cheeks in the same manner as her chest. The contrast was striking: the delicate, almost translucent white of her untouched skin against the rosy streaks left by the belt. My bunny’s breaths came quicker now, her fingers clutching the desk beneath her. I paused to run my hand gently over the flushed areas, feeling the warmth beneath my fingertips.

It wasn't enough. I wanted her to feel me inside and out. I walked around my desk to get some wet wipes, hand sanitiser and the lubricant. When I inspected my artwork, there were deeper marks that bloomed where my belt had cut into her skin. She would feel meeverywherewhen I came inside her asshole. I pulled a wet wipe out and laid it on my desk before taking the lube.

“You're going to hold your asshole open for me to fuck. You’ll feel every inch of me deep inside your filthy hole, but you will cum for your Master. You will cum no matter how much it hurts,” I said, pulling her tail out and placing it on the wet wipe.

Her fingers moved behind her, and she pulled her ass open for me. I touched her pussy, and it was soaked from the pain of my belt.

“This—this is what you were meant for, Zayka,” I said, looking at her wrinkled star-shaped asshole. “To be used, fucked and for you to cum on a monster’s cock like a nasty little fuck toy.”

I spat the degrading words out while reminding her that I was not a good man. I was the worst.

Chapter 12

Ania

My cheeks burned not from the belt but from his words. I lay awake for hours last night trying to sleep, but each time, I would jerk awake. The cold lubricant dripped onto my ass. The Madam had told me to ensure I performed an enema to keep myself clean for my master. It was part of my weekly ritual.

The sound of him unzipping his trousers brought me back to the present. After a few moments, he put the lube back on the table. I don’t know what his problem with Rurik was, but I didn’t want him to get hurt, not when he just found his children. I relaxed my ass when I felt Master’s cock slide between my ass cheeks in the hope that he would leave Rurik alone.

“Does my filthy whore need her Master’s cock in here?” he asked as he placed the tip of his cock against my entrance.

I pulled my cheeks apart, gripping my burning skin.

“Yes, Master, please fuck me in the ass,” I said, staring at the pile of papers on his desk.

“What a dirty whore. An ass slut in the making,” he said, but there was no anger in his voice, only amusement. “Take it,Zayka. Take it in the ass.”

He pushed the head, squeezing it in, the lube eased his efforts, and I closed my eyes at the pain of his entry. I gasped before I began to pant through the pain as he forced his way deeper.

“Yes, swallow it all up inside that filthy asshole,” he said, pulling back only to push deeper.

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