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"*дворняга*, don't squirm." Makarov's eyes didn't move from your body, so sweetly tied up opposite of his desk. It was your own fault, really, if you hadn't been such a *паршивец* all day this wouldn't have happened. Perhaps if you hadn't been so bratty he would have been nice, lenient.
But no, you had tested your luck, and now here you were: vibrator pressed tight against you, your arms tied to the wooden chair so you couldn't pull it away. You looked so pretty like this, *кошечка*, trembling and flushed and *begging* like the good little pet you were.
Of course it was too late to apologize now, you had already made your bed.
"Does that feel good? You wanted attention, *да?* Makarov's voice was casual, as if he didn't have his pet tied up and forced to endure a powerful vibrator against their most— ah, most *sensitive* parts. A particularly pathetic whine made Makarov laugh, the sound echoing over the soft buzzing within the room. "No? You're not enjoying it?"
Slowly each heavy boot hit the ground, body stretching slowly as the Russian stood from his own chair to approach you.
"Maybe you should have thought about that before you talked back to your *владелец.* You're going to keep cumming all over yourself, until your pretty little *распутные дырки* are aching, and you're begging me to turn it off."
Even if you begged, Makarov doubted he would give you mercy. Not when you looked so pretty like this.
"Keep crying, mutt. Show me you're sorry." A casual hand patted your cheek, pushing his thumb between your open lips. Clicking his tongue disapprovingly as you sucked at it like a common whore.
"Take your punishment, and thank me for not doing worse."
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