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.
