Vadim
When I lifted my weight off her she turned so quickly that her skirt got tangled. I stared at the back of her head as she fluffed her pillow to get comfortable. I shook my head and reached for the packet of baby wipes and lube I’d left on the nightstand.
“Nothing phases you, does it?” I murmured, setting the items down beside her.
I took my pillow and tapped her hip before sliding it beneath her to protect her stomach.
“There is no point in fighting the inevitable. I like to conserve my energy for the real battles,” she said, glancing at me over her shoulder with a mischievous glint in her eye.
It occurred to me that if anything were to happen to me, she would run my empire the way she ran Runa’s schedule. With an iron fist. And if anyone touched her children there wouldn’t be war—only annihilation.
Pride swelled in my chest. The same pride I’d felt when Runa first pulled herself upright in her cot. My entire life I had believed women were beneath me, as my father had before me. But this one. Iskra Kozlova was made for me in a way I couldn’t explain and had stopped trying to.
I dragged the russet material up her legs until it slid over her backside. The perfect twin curves of her rear—soft, full, entirely disproportionate to her frame. The thin flame-coloured mesh did nothing to conceal the plug I’d teased her with when I placed it there.
I cupped her—heavy and warm against my palms, the skin impossibly smooth. She pressed back into my hands without a word. With a final squeeze I released her and peeled her underwear away with slow precision—unhurried, deliberate, designed to make her wait.
Every night was on my terms, but tonight would test my wife in a different way. She couldn’t be vocal and she couldn’t rush me. I almost felt sorry for her.
Almost.
With a smile, I reached for the lube.
I eased the handcrafted glass plug out to coat it before sliding it back inside. Her tight hole stretched and then greedily pulled the smooth glass back in. I repeated the process—withdrawing, adding more lubricant, returning it—each time slow and methodical.
Her muffled sounds grew.
I leaned over her.
“If you’re loud I stop. You’ll have to go into the bathroom and finish yourself off before bed.”
Her head snapped up. One word, hissed through her teeth.
“Zlodey.”
“Ouch. If I could feel, I’d be hurt,” I said, settling my weight over the back of her legs. “That’s a little harsh. How can I be an evil-doer when all I’m doing is ensuring our daughter isn’t disturbed?”
One lifetime of fucking with Iskra wasn’t enough. Her reactions were always so scintillating.
I rested my fingers on her inner thighs, inching upward until my fingertips turned damp.
“If I’m so evil, then why are you so wet, my love?” I whispered.
Her face fell into the pillows and a low groan emanated from them. Muffled and quiet.
I gripped the warm glass protruding from her and eased it out slowly, holding it as the thickest portion worked to stretch that tight ring of muscle. I watched the straining rim as my cock jerked beneath my shorts. After a few deep breaths I plunged the glass back inside her.
Five inches was nothing compared to what I had for her.
I reached below the plug and found her soaking wet.
Her diamond glinted in the soft light as she clutched the pillows.
The rings she would never remove.
I used my right hand, pushing my two middle fingers inside her until her thighs trembled. Once my wedding ring was inside her I moved them upward, feeling the glass above.
She tried to move her legs but my weight held her. She bent her knees and tried to catch me with her feet. I simply withdrew the plug and teased the rim with the tip.
Her head came up.
“Vadim, what do you want?” she panted, her voice low and etched in desperation.
I moved my fingers in and out of her at a leisurely pace. Every time my wedding ring dragged against her it soothed something primal in me.
“What I’ve always wanted,” I murmured, pressing the plug until her puckered hole opened for me. “Your suffering.”
She tried to impale herself on the glass. I watched her struggle until her face fell into the pillows. Only then did I push it back in, feeling the hard glass against my fingers.
It was only when I felt her gush around my fingers that I pulled them out. I raised them toward the lamp and watched them glisten before I put them in my mouth, tasting her need.
My limit was met. I eased the glass out and cleaned it with a wipe before setting it on the nightstand and removing my shorts. Iskra’s hungry eyes were on me, cheeks flushed, lips parted. I fisted my cock and dragged my hand slowly up and down my length.
The shudder in her breath almost pulled me back onto the bed. I held back, giving her the show—the nine-inch beast that was about to ruin her.
She brushed her hair away from her face, but her eyes never moved from my hand.
“I think I’ve suffered enough,” she whispered to my cock.
I tugged on the tip until I felt it drip.
Her eyes flew to mine.
“I’m inclined to agree with you,” I whispered back.
She nodded slowly, relief and anticipation replacing the pained expression.
In that moment I realised I could negotiate anything by simply edging her.
I climbed onto the bed, ready to give her what she needed.
Armed with intel that made me feel like a god.
She might have been right.
I was evil.
And she would come to love me regardless.