Vadim
When I approached Radovan he stepped aside with a nod. I placed my hand on the handle but paused.
“Make an effort with her,” I said, keeping my voice low. “She will not be under any stress when she carries my child.”
“Da, Pakhan,” he said, straightening slightly.
I opened the door.
She was lying on the bed with her feet dangling off the side, hair fanned out across the bedspread in loose waves.
A pale blue sweater, soft enough that it had slipped slightly off one shoulder.
Jeans that sat low on her hips. Bare feet, nails painted a dusky pink—the kind of detail that shouldn’t register and did.
She hadn’t heard me come in. Her eyes were closed, her hands resting loosely at her sides, her chest rising and falling with the slow rhythm of someone hovering at the edge of sleep.
In repose she lost the watchfulness she carried when she knew I was watching—that careful, measuring quality that was always present when we were in the same room. Without it she looked younger.
She didn’t need any additional enhancements.
Not when I knew her body was fertile, waiting to be bred. Waiting for my seed to take root. My cock pushed against the fabric of my shorts. The shower had done little to dampen my enthusiasm.
I stepped closer and lifted her sweater, ignoring her gasp as her eyes snapped open. I unfastened the button at her waist.
“I hope you ate well, Iskra,” I murmured. “Because I’m on a mission today.”
“A mission to misalign my organs,” she muttered, as I peeled her jeans and underwear down her thighs.
“You don’t complain when you’re screaming as you come on my dick,” I said, tugging the jeans off her feet.
I gripped her sweater and glanced up.
“I think we both know what the mission is,” I said, and pulled the soft material over her head.
I tossed the sweater somewhere on the bed.
“The mission to breed your pussy,” I murmured, placing my hand flat over her stomach. “Fuck my seed into you until you’re nice and fat.”
Her eyes widened.
I cupped her breast.
“To watch these grow heavy with milk.”
She swallowed.
“For every single person to know that I bred you.”
Her lips parted and she exhaled the breath she had been holding.
“When they look at you, they’ll know that their Pakhan fucked his seed deep into your womb,” I said, lazily circling my thumb over her nipple. “That you carry the next Dragunov.”
Her eyelashes fluttered. She shivered.
“Get on your hands and knees with your ass over the edge of the mattress.”
She knew the position.
I pushed my shorts off as she moved—feet finding the edge of the mattress, legs folding beneath her, ass raised, holes offered. Her cheek came to rest on the bed. She smoothed her hair away from her face and placed her hands flat on the bedding.
“There you go,” I said, running my hand from her hip to the curve of her ass. “All set to go.”
Her waist tapered inward and it made her ass look wider. But it was the centrepiece that drew my attention—the pink of her pussy, already glistening, the darker pucker above it. Both of them mine.
“Isn’t it easier when you understand your place in my world?”
“Wouldn’t it be easier if you didn’t need to try so hard to keep me in it?” she murmured against the bed.
“You’ll learn to bend to my will, Iskra,” I said, shifting my hips until my cock grazed her pussy before brushing against her asshole. “Everyone does eventually.”
She was irritatingly correct. I was haemorrhaging money with Tau tailing her brother. But keeping her like this—under my control, exactly where I needed her—was worth every single rouble.
I leaned in and spat on her asshole.
She gasped. I smiled and rubbed her hole with the pad of my thumb — slow, circular, until I began to press inward.
Round and round.
“Vadim,” she gasped.
“Yes, my little spark?” I asked, pressing deeper.
Deep enough for the muscles to give way. My thumb began to sink into her dark hole.
“Oooh,” she moaned.
I dragged my cock down to her clit and held it there.
“Who owns you?” I asked, easing my thumb back before dragging my cock up to her entrance—watching her coat me with her arousal as I moved.
I gripped her cheek and spread her wider, then drove my thumb deep into her asshole. The muscles closed around me immediately, pulling me in, trapping me there. I eased just the tip of my cock into her pussy and held—feeling the pulse of her around me, tight and urgent.
Her breath came in short bursts. She tried to rock backward.
I clamped down on her flesh and held her still. She stopped moving.
I began to work my thumb in and out of her asshole. Slow. Steady. No variation, no mercy.
“You feel that?” I said, keeping my voice even as my own heartbeat climbed. “The way your asshole keeps pulling me back inside.”
My precum began to ooze down over her pussy.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Who owns you?” I asked again, this time using the thumb in her ass to rock her back and forth until my cock slid a little deeper.
She kept trying to hold onto it as I rocked her.
“You complain about being sore and tired,” I growled, watching her clench around my cock before releasing me again. “But look at you—trying to get me to fuck both your holes.”
“Who owns you?” I roared.
“You do,” she sobbed, while trying to fuck herself on me.
“That’s right, I do. And I can breed my tight little pussy anytime I want,” I said, pulling her onto my cock while driving my hips forward.
Her little toes wiggled before her feet curled beneath her as her insides stretched around me.
I didn’t stop there. I plunged my thumb in and out of her ass while driving my hips forward.
Her cries were instant. Her pussy gushed around my cock.
“Good. Give me these holes. Give me what’s mine,” I rasped, swinging my hips faster.
Like a good little fuckhole, she took everything I gave her.
“You’re going to suck every last drop of my seed. All. Day. Long,” I grunted, and pounded her cunt with three deep strokes.
My cock glistened from how wet she was and my balls began to slap against her wet hole. The harder I used her the more animated she became.
I watched it all.
The way she took every inch. How she tried to fling herself back onto my thumb and cock.
Lost in a world of seeking her release.
I felt the tremors. Heard the chaos in her incoherent mumbles. And when she came her entire pussy sucked me in, holding me as she cried out.
I hoped everyone heard her.
My thumb locked in. I yanked back before ramming myself home again.
Our flesh slapped.
Again.
And again.
She was still shuddering when I drained my balls inside her—feeling every pulse, every twitch, the wet heat of my seed deposited exactly where it was meant to be.
Inside my wife’s pussy.