Page 32 of Code of Captivity

“Open,” I said, moving back to her face while I turned it off. The insides of her mouth looked brighter with the backdrop of the black mask. “How many times did you cum on this to get it this wet?”

I didn't wait for a response but pushed the entire vibrator into her mouth, listening to her gag before she wrapped her lips around it. The outer part of the vibrator that was designed to straddle her clit rested on her lip and chin. She raised two fingers up from the bed.

“You came twice?” I asked to confirm her answer.

She nodded, with her ears flopping around as she did.

“Suck it clean,” I said calmly as she nodded again with wide and alert eyes.

I got on the bed and watched her cheeks hollow out as she sucked on the vibrator. To watch her debase herself for me thrilled me but also enraged me at the ease with which she did it. I wanted this, her complete submission, yet she seemed to have power over me.

“Do you think you understand me?” I said, my voice low and dangerous.

She stopped sucking and stared at me before shaking her head.

“Do you think you're special to me?” I said cruelly, gripping her masked chin.

She shook her head again, but my grip restricted the movement.

“I think you do,” I said, pulling the vibrator out of her mouth to check how clean it was before shoving it back down her throat.

I stood up to give her what she wanted—what I wanted. To drag her under, drowning us both in the only language we spoke fluently—pain. I got the lube and the crystal-handled leather tassel whip out of the bag. She was looking back, and I showed her the mushroom-tipped crystal handle.

“You can guess where these 9 inches are going,” I said to her with a cold smile. “Punishment for not obeying your Master. Then again, an anal-loving ass slut like you will love to suck it all up along with the pain. It’s nowhere near as thick as my cock, though.”

She groaned and dropped her head down while I moved behind her to remove her tail, wanting the leather to strike every inch of her ass. The familiar excitement made my heart pump faster. The thought of inflicting pain with my whip, causing her skin to heat and burn, made my hand itch. I trailed the whip down her ass and pussy, watching the numerous tassels landbetween her open legs before glancing at the thick straps around her ankles. She wouldn’t be able to move much in her restraint harness.

Poor Bunny.

I lifted the whip, gripping the cold, hard handle and brought it down on her right cheek before frowning and twisting it to swing it in a circular motion to ensure a continuous strike on the same spot. The whip's tassels kissed her skin before biting—a caress turned carnage. I increased the power behind each motion as her flesh reddened and her bunny ears bobbed. Her garbled moans began, and I moved to the other side. Each lash of the black leather tassels against her flesh soothed a part of me, but it was never enough for me.

I spread her legs out, using her knees to stretch her out before whipping her thighs, catching the soft inner flesh until she jumped. The sound of the tassels hitting her flesh made me rock hard. I didn’t need to look at my towel to verify my arousal because my dick was trying to fight its way out. I held the tassels in my hand and released them, flicking her core until she cried out when they hit her cunt.

When I started from the beginning again, I put more force into my strikes, covering her ass with blows until her legs tugged against the restraints, causing her to rear her head up.

“Arghhh—oh, Master,” she cried as she freed herself from the vibrator.

I ignored her and worked on the rest of her ass, moving to her thighs and even her feet until she was begging for forgiveness. Each hard crack of the whip slapping against flesh made her jolt and moan.

“I’m sorry that I came. I—Ahhhhhh—” she screamed, cutting her words off when I caught her pussy again. The pink wet foldsseemed to beg for more, so I let her have another for good measure.

She laid her head on the bed, groaning. I began to lube the handle up, smearing the crystal from top to bottom while gripping the leather tassels. I glanced at the ottoman and smiled as a devious thought crept in.

I was far from being done with my little fuck toy. She would remember who she was dealing with.

A predator.

A wolf that devoured its prey and a monster who wanted to ruin her forever.

Chapter 22

Ania

I stretched my aching back muscles but knew he wasn't done with me yet. There was no way I could have stopped myself from coming. He spent forever in the bathroom. The vibrator was a different method of torture. How did he come up with this level of twisted shit? I wondered how many other women he did this with but was instantly repelled by the thought.

Do you think you're special to me?

His words rang in my ears. I wasn't special to anyone. It was a depressing thought, but when I felt him pull my aching ass cheek to one side, I knew the dildo handle of the whip was about to enter my ass. I took a deep breath when I felt the hard wet handle press against my asshole.

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