Page 20 of Code of Captivity

Chapter 14

Ania

I’d met monsters before, but this one wanted everything. As the water continued to rain down on me, it washed away the tears as I stared into his cold, calculating blue eyes. He wouldn't hesitate to kill Rurik. I nodded my head, knowing he could kill me at any given moment, but he wasn't done with me—not yet.

“I...I want to give you that, Master. I do,” I whispered to him, but my statement sounded uncertain even to my ears.

“Do you? Or are you still clinging to some shred of yourself, some pathetic little hope that you can keep something from me? Tell me, Zayka, what are you hiding?” he said, tilting his head while keeping his predatory smile on his face.

He ripped me away from my life and could kill me in an instant from the explosive in my head, yet he wanted more.

“Nothing, Master. I swear it,” I pleaded, but he moved fast, and his hand shot out, gripping my chin with a bruising force.

“Liar,” he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. “I can see it in your eyes. You hold back because you’re afraid. Afraid of what I’ll do to you. Afraid of what you’ll become if you give yourself to me completely. But that’s exactly what I want,Krolik. I want to strip away every last defence, every last piece of you, until there’s nothing left but me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I understand.” Tears welled in my eyes, but I didn’t pull away from his harsh grip.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “But understanding isn’t enough. I need you to prove it to me. I need you to show me that you’re mine—completely and utterlymine. Can you do that,Zayka? Can you give yourself to me without reservation?”

I chased away the fear and cleared my throat.

“I can, Master. I will,” I said, ignoring the pang in my heart.

His smile widened, and a dark gleam in his eyes appeared, staring at me until he finally spoke. “Then let’s begin.”

He helped me up before turning me toward the tiled wall.

“Wall,” he said, and I immediately placed my hands on the tiles and pushed my ass out. “Madam did a good job in training you, but there is always room for improvement. You need to learn to lovepain.”

“Yes, Master,” I said, remembering why I was doing this. “I will learn.”

He reached for a bottle and a few moments later he put it back on the shelf. His fingers trailed down to my asshole, and he pressed his finger against my hole, forcing his way in. I shook away my apprehension and relaxed my muscles. When he pressed a second digit in, I pushed out.

“Good little fuck hole,” he said, pressing his palm over my belly before sawing his fingers in and out of me.

I winced when he began to get rough, plunging a third finger in and stretching me out. His hand moved up to my breasts. My nipples still ached after he removed the nipple clamps, but I didn't say a word when he began to tug on them. I closed myeyes to the memories that I kept locked away, terrified of Adrik finding them and what he would do to me with them.

Instead, I leaned into the pain, ignoring my tears, guilt and shame. My shuddering breath became smoother, and when he pinched my nipple while pushing his fingers inside my ass, I moaned not in pain but in pleasure. I pushed back, chasing his fingers as he pulled back.

“There’s my little pain slut,” Master crooned before he reached for my other nipple. “This—thisis what I wanted.”

“Yes, Master, please give memore,” I whispered, pushing past the shame.

“Yeah? Do you want me to make it hurt, bunny?” he whispered against my wet hair, squeezing my nipple so hard that my pussy clenched and my ass tightened around his fingers.

“Yes, Master,” I said, my eyes snapping open when he pulled his fingers out of me.

He instantly moved his cock between my cheeks. His hands rubbed my back before he squeezed his cock into me, pushing into my asshole. I could feel his hard muscles against my legs as he moved closer.

“I’m going to make it hurt so good, bunny,” he said, leaning over me to place his hands on the wall.

I held my breath, dangling between suspense and knowledge of what he was about to do. He held himself inside of me. No lube, and whatever body wash he used would have been washed off. He thrust into me, burying himself inside me, stretching my ass out as a guttural cry escaped.

I began to pant as he fucked my ass. His hand clutched my ass cheek while he swung his hips back and forth. The pain became pleasure, and I pushed myself back onto his cock. It was like an out-of-body experience. I was present, but I also wasn't.

He groaned, grasping my breast while leaning over my back, using his grip on my body to fuck me deeper. His hand squeezed my breast so hard that the pain blossomed and, without warning, erupted deep within me. I cried out clawing at the walls. I barely heard his laughter because I had descended into the throws of my orgasm, gasping for air.

He fucked me harder, faster, and so deep that his balls smacked against my ass cheeks. His fingers pinched my nipple again, and he began to grunt with each thrust until he stiffened behind me. I squeezed his cock and was rewarded with his hot cum inside my asshole.

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