“And here you are,” he continued,“soaking wet for my cock.”
I stared at him, waiting for him to arrive at a point.
“Yes,” he said, pointing at me as though he’d made a great discovery.“That look. That insolent, defiant look.”
He seemed entirely too pleased about it.
If he were clever he’d have noticed from the very beginning. It might have saved him some remodelling costs.
“Let’s see if I can make you scream louder than Sergei,” he said, his smile slow and wicked.
He unscrewed a tub and scooped out lubricant with three fingers, making sure I could see every movement. I gasped as he smeared it over me—cold against heat—and then his hand moved lower.
“That’s right,” he said, circling his fingers around my back passage.“You get a bonus load in this hole today.”
I closed my eyes as his fingers slid into my pussy. Then the pressure built—deeper, more insistent—until he worked a finger into my ass. I pursed my lips and grunted, refusing to give him the satisfaction of more than that.
“And you can’t do a single thing about it,” he said, easing back and forth with the patience of a man who had nowhere else to be.
Even through the latex I could feel his fingers moving against each other.
One in each hole.
A moan slipped out before I could stop it.
Chapter 72
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.
