Page 34 of Code of Captivity

“You’re going to taste how much of a whore you are,” he said triumphantly.

I stared at the thick cock covered with my juices and cum. The veins seemed to be throbbing, and I began to lick beneath his cock. He suddenly drove his hips forward, but I was readyand open. He gripped my head with both hands and fucked me so hard that his pelvis slapped my face with each thrust. He grunted with effort as he violently swung his hips back and forth.

There was an urgency this time, and I felt my heart beat faster. I used my tongue each time he plunged down my throat, savouring the taste of us. My garbled moans proved I was the whore he called me. He pulled out of my neck and began to pump his fist up and down his cock.

With a roar, he sprayed my mask with his cum. I blinked in shock as his hot cum hit my eyelid. I closed my eyes, feeling more cum splash against my other eye. He groaned before rubbing himself all over my masked face. His cum slid down my eyes, seeping into the mask.

“There, little Bunny. Now you look like a cum stained whore,” he said coldly.

He unclipped my hands and feet. The straps fell away like dead weight. He removed the clamps from me and placed me back on the ottoman. I barely had time to stretch my aching limbs before a towel hit my back—a utilitarian gesture, no different than wiping down a weapon after use.

“Clean yourself up,” he said, but his voice wasn’t raised. It wasn’t rough with the usual after-sex rasp. Just…detached. Like he’d already forgotten my existence. “And go to your room.”

The towel stuck to my sweat-slicked skin. I wanted to hurl it back at him. Instead, I wiped myself down with mechanical motions, my fingers numb. His room smelled like sex but felt like a crime scene.

“Yes, Master,” I said in a steady voice.

I stood, legs trembling, and forced myself to walk out slowly. No flinch. No hesitation. Let him think it didn’t gut me. The doorclicked shut. Only then did I realise that he hadn’t even watched me leave.

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The following day didn't melt the ice around the cold bastard. He left me kneeling on his office rug wearing my sightless gimp mask, uncaring of the various household staff or his men coming and going from his office.

When would he realise you can't break what is already broken?

Chapter 23

Adrik

After two days of no sex, I was furious. My men stayed away from me, and Viktor’s silent smirks didn't help my rage. It made me want to shoot the bastard in his face. I kept her for work for a few hours before making her kneel blindly before me. With a stifled sigh, I looked away from her to my laptop, back to the photo of Rurik and his new bride.

The gossip article speculated on the two children as the bachelor billionaire got married. I already knew the two brats were his. They looked like him. The world was overpopulated. Why would anyone want to breed more filthy humans?

I glanced at Bunny, who shuffled on her knees before straightening her back, sticking those perky damn nipples in the air. Her stomach was flat, but I wondered what she would look like with a fat belly full of my seed. I gritted my teeth so hard that my gums ached when I looked at her cunt.

“Close your legs, whore,” I snapped at her before muttering about her pose under my breath. Without a word, she closed her legs, but it didn't stop me from seeing it in my mind’s eye.

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It wasn't until later that evening that she spoke for the first time that day.

“Master, I think I have started my period, and I don't want to dirty the floor. Can I have some sanitary pads or perhaps some tampons?” she said, sitting on the floor beside my dining table with her bowl in front of her.

I stared at her blankly because I’d never had a girlfriend or lived with a woman before to come across…blood.

Her blood.

I glanced at her bowl and saw that it was empty. Very calmly, I placed my knife and fork on the table before standing up, the wooden chair scraping on the floor. I made my way to the decanter of Stolichnaya vodka and poured myself a generous shot. Once I gulped it down, I topped up the crystal glass before pulling my phone out of my pocket.

Me:Go and get some sanitary pads and tampons.

Viktor:Yes, Pakhan. Any particular brand or size?

I didn't know what he was talking about or how many she needed. How much did a woman bleed? Did it gush out? Was it in pints or a tiny dribble?

Me:Get two packs of everything.

Viktor:Is this for her pussy, or have you cut into a major artery? Because I hate to tell you that stuffing a tampon in that hole won't work. I know this from experience.

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