Page 265 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“Ya khochu seksa s toboy,” I stammer out, unsure of my pronunciation.

Master Grigori pauses behind me, and for a moment, I wonder if Mr. Sergei told me the wrong thing. “My filthy little pain slut wants me to have sex with her?” I sag in relief, sparing a glance over to Mr. Sergei.

With a large grin on his face, Mr. Sergei gives me two thumbs up, earning a growl of disapproval from Master Grigori. “My bodyguard should not teach you such illicit things. That’s my job.”

In one long thrust, Master Grigori fills me, pounding into me so hard, I cry out and grip the spanking bench. “Who does this pussy belong to?” he growls in my ear, fisting my hair in one hand and gripping my hip with the other.

“You, Master,” I scream as pleasure surges through my body.

“And who is it that loves you, body and soul?” He asks, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.

“You, Master,” I manage to mewl, as my core spasms around his cock.

“And who thinks you’re worthy just the way you are?”

This time, I can’t help the tears that stream from my face. “You, Master,” I whisper, my throat thick with emotion.

“Louder, my printessa,” he groans. “I want everyone in this assembly to know.”

“You, Master,” I cry out, arousal swamping my mind, flooding my body.

“Touch yourself. I want you to come on my cock, like the filthy little whore you are. My filthy little whore.”

Reaching down between my thighs, I stroke myself, glancing up to see Melody doing the same thing. Our eyes lock as our fingers move, driving us ever closer to that edge. Fitting that we both suffered together and now we will find pleasure together.

Though I’m not sure if it’s the heat of the moment or if something finally clicked that makes me feel more loved and secured than I ever have before, but I feel no anger towards Melody. The rage that’s usually there, simmering beneath the surface, dissipates with every swipe of our fingers.

And that’s when it clicks. It was never about Melody or even Master Jeremy. It was about me and my own insecurities. Though I don’t think we’re ever going to be best friends, I realize I don’t have to compete against her. Not anymore. I have my ultimate prize.

He’s there behind me, giving me everything I need. The pleasure I crave with the bite of pain I require. He understands me and loves me regardless. Master Grigori may not have been the dominant I originally wanted, but he is everything I never knew I needed.

There’s no way Master Jeremy would have been able to give me this, to be this for me. With a sigh, I let everything go. Every perceived slight, every supposed hurt. All of it was worth it, since it gave me my true Master.

Groaning, I close my eyes and rub my clit, needing to give my Master what he wanted—my pleasure. He demands every bit of me, and that’s exactly what he’s going to get. Tuning everything else out, I concentrate on the feel of his body, the powerful bunch of his thighs as he slams into me.

His cock stretches me out, giving me a delicious sensation as he pounds into me with all his strength. My insides clench, gripping his massive shaft as he bottoms out once more. With a soft wail, my body explodes around his, my inner walls rippling around him.

Master Grigori groans, filling my ears with words I probably should never know the translation of. Across from me, Melody also orgasms as we both moan in unison, finding that completion and peace we need with the men we need it from.

With a shout of his own, Master Grigori slams into me one final time, holding me close as his cock jerks inside me. “My precious little printsessa,” he groans, holding me so close I can barely breathe. “You’re my fucking good girl.”

The End.

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