Page 21 of Code of Captivity

I waited until he finished before standing upright, pulling away from him to kneel in front of him and sucking his cock. I moved my head up and down his cock, sucking and licking my ass off him, taking him as deep as I could.

When I glanced up at him, he was smiling.

“Good fuck bunny,” he murmured. “That was the warm-up.”

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I followed him into his room. After the shower, he stuck my tail back into my ass, stating that he wanted his cum to stay inside of me. His bedroom was much larger than mine but very minimalist in style. He had a bed, nightstand, couch and a modern-style ottoman at the foot of the bed. The decor was all white and pale grey with a touch of black. His room was more modern than the rest of the house.

“Lie on the bed in floor position,” he said, and I climbed onto his pristine sheets.

The man had to be OCD because the room looked like it belonged in a show home. I lay down with my face and handson the pillows while stretching my legs out straight. I glanced at the door he vanished into before closing my eyes and stretching myself out. My nipples rubbed against the soft bedding, but the ache gave me comfort.

A sudden crack made me jerk up, and I froze when I saw the whip in his hand. It had a polished wooden handle, but the whip looked like it was made of black leather. He whipped it in the air again and cracked it before bringing it down. The comfort with which he handled it told me he had used the weapon many times.

“Are you ready to surrender, Bunny?” he asked, trailing the whip on the floor.

“Yes, Master,” I said clearly, even though fear and excitement leapt within me, twisting in my gut until I felt sick. I swallowed it all down and took a deep—

The whip whistled in the air and struck my back. The eye-stinging pain took my breath away as the shock of the strike was still being processed. My hands clutched onto the pillows, but I heard the sound of his whip again, and it struck my lower back, catching my ass. My cry was muffled by the pillow as the raw, searing pain of his whip burned me again.

I was tempted to touch my back to check if I was bleeding, but the whip cracked down on me again and again and again. I was squirming around in pain, almost ready to beg him to stop, but I couldn't. There was too much on the line to risk. He whipped my back, ass and some of my thighs. I was sobbing into the pillows by the time he stopped.

He placed the whip beside me. The leather section curled up with the wooden handle to the side. I felt the bed dip from his weight but he didn't say or do anything. His fingertip trailed down where he struck me.

“Don't worry, little bunny, you're not bleeding,” he murmured. “You managed to take ten lashes of my whip. Good slave.”

Ten? It felt like fifty.

I sighed with relief, knowing it was over, but the pain was living and breathing on my back. I heard a noise before he started to rub something over my injured flesh. My eyes closed, and I sagged into the bed, not realising how tense I’d become.

“Thank you, Master,” I whispered.

Chapter 15

Adrik

“Thank you, Master,” she whispered, making me pause from rubbing the numbing cream to her back.

“For?” I asked casually, resuming my task.

She sighed again, hugging into my pillow as if to draw comfort from it before answering me. “For whipping me and the medicine you're applying.”

Her night wasn't over yet, but I took my time applying the lidocaine. It would take effect quickly. I loved the marks on her skin and the fact that she took my whipping without moving. The painful thin lines crisscrossed her upper back, reaching her plump ass cheeks. Once I finished applying the cream, I used a few wet wipes to clean my hands.

“We’re not quite finished, Bunny,” I said, looking at her fluffy white tail before reaching for my whip. “Humble position.”

She moved slowly at first but quickly kneeled on the bed with her face and shoulders on the pillows. Her legs were spread, and her pussy was on display. I traced the tip of the wooden handle along her pussy, listening as she held her breath. When I pushed it between her lips and rubbed the smooth polished handle into her cunt until she gasped. I pulled it out to inspect the shining clear dew from her pussy.

“My good little fuck bunny is quite the pain slut. You deserve a reward,” I said, pulling her fluffy tail out, wrapping it in the wet wipes and placing it on the floor.

Her asshole was still red from my rough use of it in the shower. I pressed the handle against the tight little hole until it began to ease in.

“My cum will be your lube,” I murmured as I watched the wooden handle sink into her asshole.

“T-Thank you—Master,” she said, stuttering over her words.

I smiled at the sight and sound of her complete surrender. It wasn't enough to torture her or even the threat of death of a non-existent explosive stitched into her head but to use someone she cared about in order for her to finally concede defeat.

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