Chapter Vadim
Vadim
The first crack was a beautiful sound she couldn’t hold back. Then she clenched around my fingers—those muscles not knowing whether to fight me or pull me deeper.
When I had this table crafted for her return this hadn’t been my intention. I’d admit only to myself that in hindsight the cattle prod was too much for her height and build.
My eyes dropped to the reason why.
The faint marks on her lower belly—not scars, but a natural pattern etched into her skin from carrying Runa. Here she was, straining against metal and wood and leather, and those marks were still there. Proof of what this body had done. What it had survived.
I glanced higher to her engorged breasts.
The nipples much darker than before—the body changed by motherhood in ways I still loved to catalogue. The bond between her and Runa had once filled me with resentment and envy in equal measure. Watching them together over weeks I had begun to understand what I was actually looking at.
My daughter was the prettiest baby in all of Russia and I wanted many more. But only from Iskra. She would carry my heir and more.
“Vadim,” she whimpered, shifting uselessly against her restraints.
I began a lazy rhythm, fingers working her pussy. The black latex was wet but I could smell her in the air—her hunger for me cutting through the basement cold. I wasn’t immune. My cock was trying to poke a hole through my trousers.
I leaned down and pressed another finger into her rear passage. I waited. Her chest rose and fell as she worked to regulate herself, and slowly her hole relaxed and swallowed my second finger.
I kept my fingers stuffed inside her pussy while I worked on her tight little asshole. It had been far too long.
“Please, Vadim,” she cried, her hips beginning to rock.
The movements were tragic given that every limb was strapped down.
“Is my wife hungry for my cock?” I murmured, forcing my fingers as deep as they would go.
“Da,” she cried.
I twisted my fingers the way I would a blade. This was a different kind of violence. One we could both live with.
I inhaled slowly and held it before releasing. The calm came gradually as I eased my fingers out. As much as I wanted to indulge her spread open like this, I wanted her to beg some more.
Her tight little hole closed up again.
I pressed back in and felt her open for me this time. I repeated the process—pulling out completely, plunging back in. The defiance had left her eyes entirely.
“Please,” she whispered. “Oh, please. I need you inside me.”
I pretended not to hear and continued until her asshole began to stay open.
“And who am I to you?”
She whimpered and rolled her head from side to side, the metal at her neck limiting how far she could go.
“Moy muzh,” she said without hesitation.
A husband and a father. But that wasn’t enough.
I pulled my fingers free and peeled off the gloves, taking a moment to look at the state of her—the swollen, slick mess of her pussy. I splayed my fingers above it and ran my thumb up and down her clit.
“So hot,” I murmured, trailing my thumb between her lips.
“Vadim,” she groaned. “Stop this. Tell me what you want.”
I spread her apart with both thumbs and inspected her—unhurried, thorough.
“I’m a greedy man,” I said, glancing up at her. “I want more.”
I thought I’d always want more with her. That was the problem I wasn’t going to examine right now.
I wiped my thumbs on her thighs and reached for my zip. The moment she heard the sound she tried to look—the metal band limiting her, her frustration visible. I tugged on the tip a few times once I was out, watching her eyes light up.
“I’ll bet you don’t care which hole I use,” I said, resting my cock between her thighs.
She shook her head, bucking uselessly in her desperation.
I slipped the thick head inside her and her cunt began to twitch around me immediately. Her head fell back.
“Moya zhena,” I hissed, pushing deeper as her heat swallowed me. “Give me another child.”
“Yes, yes. Oh, yes,” she panted.
My hands covered her breasts. I grunted when I dug my fingers into her soft flesh and drove my hips harder. She didn’t need to do a thing—only remain open for me. Be the vessel for my seed.
“I’m going to fill that womb up again, aren’t I?” I said, tugging her nipples until I felt milk drip free.
“Yes,” she panted, moaning when I drove back into her tight cunt.
“I think you like your new room,” I said as her muscles tried to hold me inside.
I pulled free and thrust deep enough to jolt her breasts beneath me. Enough slack in the metal loop at her neck for some movement as I gave her deep hard strokes.
She wasn’t going to last. Time was ticking.
I gripped the metal poles and used them to drive myself back and forth. Every wet slap was accompanied by the incoherent sounds leaving her mouth. She was a beautiful fucking mess and I wasn’t even in her asshole yet.
“You’re just begging to be bred again, zhena,” I hissed between pants.
I gritted my teeth as my balls smashed between us.
Her pussy continued to soak the length of me—so wet I could feel her dripping down to my balls.
Something inside me snapped and I began to hammer into her.
Her breasts shook violently, her body jolting with each brutal thrust, the restraints holding her exactly where I needed her.
Our grunts. The slap of flesh. The scent of her filling the basement air and driving me forward.
“Another baby needs to fill that belly,” I roared as I felt her pussy clamp down. “Give me back what I missed, Iskra.”
Her mouth fell open. Her muscles worked the length of me as I kept driving into her. Then the scream came—shrill, short, sharp.
I could let go now.
The gush of her around my cock was perfect. I’d read that it helped the sperm find its mark. Even now I was optimising.
“Going to fill you up,” I rasped, gripping the poles hard as I slammed in. “Here it comes.”
She was still catching her breath but I felt her squeeze around me.
She wanted this.
My seed. My children.
My eyes closed as I erupted inside her—lash after lash of hot seed spraying her insides. I used my grip on the poles to hold myself deep, feeling the last of it leave me.
The relief came. And it wasn’t just from emptying inside her.
It was knowing this woman was mine. Every inch of her. From the top of her head to the soles of her feet.
Not ownership.
Something more.
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Hot milk sprayed into my mouth as I sucked on my wife’s nipple. Her moaning hadn’t stopped but I was running out of time. I was also stealing my daughter’s lunch—which didn’t stop me from moving to the other side. It was only fair to even the supply out.
“I need to pee,” she groaned.
Her words made my cock jerk. It bounced off her thigh. I glanced up to find a pained expression on her face, her wet pussy already having made its opinion of the situation known against my trousers.
I released her nipple and stood.
“There’s a drain in this room,” I said, reaching for the tub of lube. “Feel free to go any time you need to.”
“What? Vadim, this isn’t funny. I—”
I tested her asshole.
That cut her off.
Soft and pliant.
I added another finger and smiled at the grunt that followed. Her hole clamped down hard.
“Just let it go. When I fuck your ass it will happen anyway.”
“God. You’re serious,” she cried, eyes wide with genuine horror.
“We’re on a tight schedule,” I drawled, gesturing toward her breasts. “I need to return those to my daughter.”
She continued to gape.
I took advantage and lined myself up, pressing the wet head against that puckered hole.
My bonus round.