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“Hold your ass open for me. Take your reward, my little anal whore,” I said as her fingers reached back to pull her ass cheeks, giving me the perfect view of her stretched hole.

I started to fuck her asshole with the wooden handle, using four inches of it, pushing it in and out of her straining hole until I saw my cum stain the wood.

“Does that feel good,Zayka?” I asked, my voice low and husky with rampant lust.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered.

I pushed the handle in deep before removing my shorts, standing above her to see my perverse handiwork. The very whip I used to cause pain, stuffed lewdly in her asshole with the black leather trailing between her open legs, was a sight to behold. She didn't know it, but she was a rare treasure, one that I claimed as mine and not one that would ever escape.

“But you need more, don't you, pain slut?” I said, slowly kneeling behind her.

She hankered down and tilted her hips to offer herself to me. “Please fuck me, Master. I need it. I need you inside me,” she groaned.

I grazed my fingers over her sopping-wet cunt. She wasn't lying. I lifted the whip to rest it over her back and rubbed my dripping cock along her pussy, teasing her before twisting the handle in her asshole. Her moans echoed around my bedroom, and she begged.

“Master, please. Fuck my pussy, fill it, cum inside me. I like it when it hurts,” she said, twisting her face into the pillows while rocking back toward me.

This was an unadulterated submission like no other. I pushed the handle in before rubbing my hand down her whipped back, reaching for a handful of her hair to yank her up onto her hands.

“Don't worry, my pain slut, I will make sure it hurts,” I growled before pushing inside her pussy, feeling the hardness of the wooden handle as I began to stretch her cunt out.

The feel of her soft velvety cunt enveloping me made my nostrils flare as my vicious nature took over. I gripped her neck and hair, raising her up before I drove my dick upwards, bumping into the wooden handle between us to fill both her holes up simultaneously. I felt her cry vibrate beneath my fingers.

“I’m going to violate both of your holes tonight, Zayka,” I said against her damp hair before grinding myself against her ass, rotating my hips to force her to feel every inch of me inside of her.

My eyes widened when I felt her gush around my cock. I let go of her hair to grip her neck with both hands, causing her to sink onto my cock. I braced my knees and tightened my fingersaround her neck, feeling my collar. The feel of the thick leather reminded me that I owned my littleKrolik.

“Hurt for me,” I whispered before I let myself go.

I drove into her, ploughing my way in, ignoring the stab of the wooden handle between us, fucking into her cunt as if my life depended on it. Her cries of pleasure and pain were muffled as I choked her with my grip. I pumped my hips sadistically back and forth.

“Pinch your nipples and rub your cunt,” I snarled, pounding against her whipped stuffed ass. “Do ithard. Make ithurt, little pain slut.”

I wanted to howl and roar when, a few moments later, her body shook and stiffened as she came. Her garbled sounds were restricted by my chokehold, but her cum made it possible for me to fuck her deeper.

I had no intention of cumming anytime soon and eased into the task ahead.

To leave her cunt aching in pain. For her to feel me. Only me. Not some Russian businessman. Fucking cunt. I wanted to kill him. Violently. Strip his skin off slice by slice. Split his sternum open and pull his beating heart out with my bare hands.

The thoughts only made me fuck my bunny harder.

Chapter 16

Ania

His vicious pounding smacked his pelvis into me with each thrust, pushing the wooden handle into my asshole. The dual assault made my limbs tremble, and even after I came, I wanted more, needed more. His painful grip around my neck held me suspended in the air but made me rub my clit again. I pinched my nipple so hard that I choked. Pain blossomed all around me as I circled my fingers around my wet clit.

“You’remine, Ania,” he growled, his voice low and guttural, like a predator claiming its prey.

My eyes widened at his use of my name and the dark possessiveness in his voice.

“Say it, little whore,” he demanded, his breath hot against my ear as he pulled me up with his fingers tightening possessively around my neck.

He began to grind his pelvis against me, filling me so completely with his long thick cock and that dastardly wooden handle—the pleasure was breathtaking.

“Only yours, Master,” I rasped, trying to think of the words he needed. “I belong to you.”

“Good, fuck bunny,” he said, panting in my ear. “Does it feel good to have both your holes violated, pain slut?”

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