Page 25 of Code of Captivity

“Is this what your asshole needed? My cock?” I asked, reaching for the chain holding her nipple clamps together.

“Y-Yes, M-Mas—ter,” she said as I tugged and lowered the chain.

“But you need a little more, don't you?” I asked swinging my hips a little faster and her asshole gripped me tighter.

She was too far gone to answer, so I began to tug on her chain. Until then, clamps stretched her nipples out, raising her breasts as she cried in pain. The black silicone began to slip, and the clips came off, releasing her nipples.

“Ahhhh, thank you, Master,” she wailed.

I unclipped the ones on her cunt before taking the small clamp and clipping onto her clit and hood until she screamed. Her asshole began to choke my dick, and I dropped down on her, ramming my dick into her ass.

“You're doing so well. Keep taking it…just like that,” I said driving into her like an animal, plunging into her pain tightened asshole.

She was shaking her head on the pillow, her eyes closed, her mouth open with only one mantra.

“Master, Master, Master…”

With each deep thrust, I was flaying her asshole until it loosened again. That was when I began to hammer into her, smacking my balls against her, ravaging her insides until she was unable to speak.

“Cum for me, ass slut. Cum on your Master’s cock like a good fuck toy,” I rasped, examining my name on her collar. “NOW!”

She came apart, her ass shuddering against my hips, trying to clamp down on me in but I roughly thrust into her straining asshole pulling back and slamming back into her slippery dark hole until her scream rang in my ear. She began to milk my cock with her asshole until my cum shot into her.

“Fuckkkkk,” I growled as my body tensed, my cock twitching inside her ass as I emptied my balls inside of her.

I lay on top of her, feeling the sweat between us but strangely not disgusted by it or our combined scent.

“Thank you, Master,” she said hoarsely.

As much as Rurik Abrosimov pissed me off he’d been the final key to unlocking all of my bunny’s potential.

“Who owns you?” I asked tersely.

“You do, Master,” she whispered.

“Don’t ever forget it, slave.”

I heard her swallow before she nodded against my shoulder only then did I take the clamp off her clit. When I pulled myself out of her asshole it gaped open but as my cum began to drip out I grabbed her tail and plugged her back up.

“You can let go of your knees now,” I said, realising she was still holding them.

She groaned, trying to straighten her legs before she flipped onto her belly. Most of the whip marks were on the top part of her back or her ass, leaving a nice canvas for a tattoo on the lower section. I gathered everything up to take into the bathroom before cleaning myself up. When I returned to the bedroom she still lay on her belly.

“Get under the covers,” I said tightly before reaching for my phone to text the tattoo artist.

I wasn't used to sleeping with anyone but the dagger beneath my pillow, yet I didn't want her to sleep in the room next door tonight. When I put my phone down, I noticed she was on the far side of the bed, which was a relief and an irritant. I switched the lamp off and climbed into bed, lying in the dark, listening to the sound of her breathing. I turned my back to her and slipped my hand beneath my pillow to touch my dagger.

Old habits died hard.

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I was rudely awakened by a strange sound, I reached for my knife, ready to pounce until I realised that theKrolikwas the one who was crying. I turned the lamp on to see she was still asleep but in the throes of a nightmare. When she didn't wake up I shook her until her eyes snapped open. She saw my face and tears began to roll down her cheeks.

“T-The man—in the chair. His head—,” she stammered as more tears welled in her eyes. “Please, Master. Don't hurt my friend.”

“We made a deal. I will keep my end of the bargain. Make sure you keep yours,” I said before reaching out to switch the lamp off.

I should have sent her back to her room.

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