Taken by the Russian

by Alexa Riley

  “Do you like telling your teachers I’m your daddy?” The thickness of my cock is being swallowed by her tiny cunt, and I grip the edge of the desk to keep from falling to my knees.

  “Yes,” she moans, lost in pleasure.

  “Why?” I ask, fucking her so hard against the desk one of the framed diplomas behind it falls off the wall, the glass shattering on the floor.

  “Because I like seeing the look on their faces,” Anya confesses as her pussy clenches in response.

  “When the word ‘daddy’ spills from your lips, it gets their cocks hard. All they can think about is having you on their laps and praying you won’t tell as their hand slips up your skirt.”

  “Daddy.” Her moan is soft, and I grip her thighs.

  “Louder. I want him to hear you say it. He’s standing right outside that door, begging for a taste of something he’ll never have.”

  “Daddy!” she shouts, and I feel her pussy clench even harder.

  Her orgasm hits her as I pound into his desk, denting it. There will be a permanent reminder in here for him that she belongs to me.

  I spill my seed inside her and place my hand on her round belly as I do. The reminder that she’s been bred is there, and I breathe easy knowing she will forever be tethered to me.

  “Happy birthday, my angel,” I say before leaning down and kissing her lips softly.

  Epilogue

  Two Years Later…

  Anya

  “Is Daddy breaking the rules?” I moan as Sasha kisses my neck. I’m standing in our bathroom trying to get ready before the priest gets here and our little ones wake up from their nap.

  “Are they both down?” he asks, nipping at the tender place beneath my ear. I lean, giving him more room to work his lips against me. Sasha has been in his office this morning for a few hours. He doesn’t like to leave my side for long, even if it’s only to another room in the house.

  “Da,” I confirm. My eyes fall closed. “You know we still have a little longer until I’m cleared,” I remind him, and myself, too. I want him. My body craves him like a drug. He growls against my skin, but we both know he won’t take me. My Sasha would die before he’d let anything hurt me, but I really do feel fine. It’s only a few days away, and I don’t know if I can make it.

  He turns me to face him. His big hands engulf my waist as he picks me up, sitting me on the counter. One of the thin straps on my nightie falls off my shoulder, revealing my breast. Sasha’s eyes go straight there. Since having babies, he has an even bigger obsession with my tits — something I didn’t think was possible.

  “My boys are fed?” he asks, licking his lips.

  Before I can finish nodding, his mouth is on my nipple. His sucks make my whole body jerk. My knees widen, giving him more room to stand between them. I want to feel him pressed up against me.

  “Daddy,” I moan. His hands go to the other strap, and he jerks it down, exposing me to the light of day. He leans back, my nipple popping from his mouth. A small bead of milk hangs from the tip, and I watch, transfixed, as he laps it up.

  “You like to feed your daddy, don’t you, angel?” I feel his hand slide up my leg and slip under my silk nightie. He lets out a grunt when he feels the wetness between my thighs. Because with one touch, I’ve answered his questions. I do like to feed him. Even more so when he’s inside me. It’s been over a month since he’s filled me, and I ache. My pussy clenches, pretending to feel his thickness there, stretching every inch of me.

  “Lean back,” he tells me, and I do, resting my head on the mirror behind me. He grabs my hips, sliding me to the edge, before pushing up my nightie. There is nothing hidden from his view, and he stares at my bare pussy as he begins to undo his belt. He pulls his white button - up shirt from his slacks next, then frees his cock.

  I moan at the sight of it. The long, thick length tight with need. The head of his cock so round and perfect, I burn for it to rub my clit. Lifting my hips in invitation, I stare at it, needing it so badly inside me.

  “I will ease your ache.”

  “I know,” I say breathlessly. He always does. “My daddy always takes care of me.” I watch a small drop of cum leak from the tip of his cock at my words. At this point my breasts are aching, and droplets of milk spill as my body begs for his mouth.

  He leans forward, licking up the sweet trail to my nipple before he latches on and starts to suck. Then I feel the head of his cock slide across my clit, and the sensation of releasing into his mouth while the heat of his wide cock rubs against me is everything.

  “Oh my God.”

  I slide my hands into his hair, keeping him pressed against me. He sucks on me even harder, feeling my need grow with his. His cock moves back and forth over my clit, and a whine escapes my throat. I’m not going to last.

  When he pulls back and I see him lick his lips, cleaning up the evidence on my milk, the image is too much. I start to come as his teasing cock rubs in one long stroke, and I scream out his name. His mouth covers mine, swallowing my moans. I taste myself on his lips and feel his warm release hit my pussy and stomach. The feeling of his passion marking me triggers my own again. I pulse, my body begging for him and being denied. But his heat on me, and the taste and smells are enough for now.

  He kisses me softly one last time and looks down at me.

  “Do not think I forgot about our wedding and the priest,” he reminds me. His hand goes to my pussy, and he rubs his cum into my skin.

  “I was good the last time he was here.” I bat my eyelashes. I really was good. He came over to bless our first baby, Roman. Today he’s here to bless Abram.

  “Da, but I was able to take you. I made sure there was no room for error.” He continues to rub his cum into me.

  “I’ll be a good girl, Daddy.” I wink at him, but he shakes his head.

  I hear Abram start to cry and I know that’s going to wake his brother up, too.

  “I’ll get them, angel. You finish getting ready.” He kisses me, then slides me off the bathroom counter, returning the straps of my nightie to my shoulder.

  “His outfit is on the rocker,” I tell him. He nods once again, stealing another kiss. He gives my ass a squeeze.

  “I love you, my Anya.” His eyes are soft.

  “I love you, too.” This time I get on my tiptoes and kiss him. “Now go get our boys ready.”

  He nods, righting his clothes and getting himself back together before he leaves me standing in the bathroom.

  Sasha is just as much of a perfect father as he is a husband. The way he is with our little ones sometimes makes me want to cry. My real father was never like that with me. It makes me want another baby. Just one more sounds nice.

  I finish getting ready in the bathroom, putting on light makeup and arranging my hair in a messy braid. I head to my closet to change. I slip on a loose - strapped white cotton dress that comes to well above mid - thigh. I don’t bother with a bra since I’ll be nursing Abram in a moment, or underwear, because the dress is so sheer. I walk barefoot out of the closet and stop when I see Sasha on the bed. Both boys are in his arms. Abram looks to have fallen back asleep. Roman is laying his head on Sasha’s shoulder but leans up when he sees me.

  “Mama!” he squeals, reaching for me and making me smile. Sasha places him on the ground and he waddles over to me, and I scoop him up. His hands come to my cheeks, and his smile is giant.

  “Eskimo!” he says. I bring my nose to his and we give each other an Eskimo kiss, rubbing our noses together back and forth, something his daddy taught him. He looks so much like his father. Sasha comes to stand next to us, Abram cradled in his arm, his thick black lashes resting on his chubby little cheeks.

  “Come, my loves,” Sasha says as he guides us downstairs to the priest.

  Sasha

  The priest’s hands shake nervously as he says the blessing and places the drops of water on my son.

  Abram is strong and begins to pull at Anya’s dress, wanting her breast. My angel coos to him,
pulling the material down and offering her nipple to his mouth.

  The priest’s eyes snap up to lock on mine, and I hold his gaze. He continues with the blessing, not looking at my wife as she nurtures my son.

  “You will bless her womb again,” I demand.

  He prayed over her at Roman’s baptism, and Abram came nine months later. I know Anya wants one more, and my angel shall have what her heart desires.

  “But Sasha — ” Anya begins, and I shake my head.

  “There will be a blessing,” I say, and my words are final.

  Pink hits her cheeks, but she nods, turning to the priest. Her breast is still offered to my son, and I watch as the priest tries to avoid her gaze while praying over her womb.

  “Do it right,” I threaten, as Roman giggles in my arms.

  The priest nods and begins again.

  Her dress is like the one she wore the day I fucked her right here in this very room. The day I married her and claimed my reward. I was patient then, but I am no longer a patient man. Tonight, when our children are tucked into their beds and their bellies are full, I will take what is owed to me and breed her once again.

  My angel looks up from our son after both blessings have been bestowed. She smiles at me. She is my entire world. My body and heart belong in the palm of her hand.

  Epilogue

  Ten Years Later…

  Anya

  I’m giddy with excitement. Today’s our ten - year anniversary. I feel like a little kid on Christmas morning. I’ve been working on this surprise for weeks. It’s hard to keep secrets from Sasha. He watches and tracks everything, so I’ve had to be sneaky. I’m sure he suspects something, but as far as I know, he hasn’t found anything out.

  I have a whole day planned while the kids are in school today. Sasha dropped them off a little while ago and now he’s in his office wrapping some things up. We have a good seven hours all to ourselves. The surprise is planned for this morning, then the rest of the day will be spent in bed.

  When the kids come home from tutoring we’ll celebrate with them, too. They requested dinner sometime in the pool, and we agreed. Sasha is always the one to make our plans, and he does it every year. But this year, with a little pouting, I was able to be the one in charge.

  I dig to the back of my closet and find a skirt I’d been saving. It’s bright pink and pleated, and I skip the panties. I grab the little tee I had made online that is one size too small and pull it over my head, not bothering with a bra. It’s white and reads Wifey for Lifey across the chest. I slip on knee socks before sliding into some plain white sneakers. It might take some work to get out the door with him with me dressed like this, but he’ll let me have my way. Eventually.

  Walking back into the bathroom I give myself one last look, fluffing my hair. I put on some cherry lip gloss and decide that’s all I need before making my way downstairs.

  I burst into Sasha office, and he turns in his chair, knowing immediately what I’m going to do. I jump into his lap, rubbing my ass against his cock. His hand goes to my ass, feeling my bare cheek, and he squeezes it.

  Before I can do anything, he’s got his mouth on mine, his tongue pushing past my lips, taking me in a deep kiss. That’s when I know I nailed the outfit. I don’t get to dress like this much anymore, so when I can, I go all out. I try to tone it down in front of our three little boys. But when the kids are away, Sasha is my daddy.

  He dips his hand under my skirt and cups my sex. His middle finger slips past my lips and he smiles at me.

  “Angel. You’re not leaving the house in this,” he says disapprovingly. I lean back, looking into his dark eyes. Time has been good to him. I think he’s even more handsome than the day I first saw him. I love the small amount of gray coming in at his temples, and that over the years of being together, small laugh lines have formed on his face.

  “You don’t like my shirt?” I moan, leaning back to give him a better view of it. His other hand comes up and traces around my nipples, which are visibly poking out against the fabric. They’re hard and tight, and I see him lick his lips as his middle finger slowly moves in and out of me.

  “Da.”

  He leans forward, taking one in his mouth through the material of the shirt, sucking and biting it. I wiggle my ass on his hard cock, and I hear the sound of my sex wetting as his finger continues to move inside me.

  “You must change, angel.”

  I shake my head. It’s not happening.

  He lets out a grunt. “Then I hope the plans you have made for us involve us remaining home.”

  “Wrong again.” I smile, and his hand stills.

  He lifts me so I’m straddling his lap, and spreads my thighs wide. He pushes two fingers inside me, and I moan, riding them.

  “Cum on my fingers so I can lick it off,” he says.

  He curls them inside me, rubbing the spot I love so much. With only a few expert strokes, he gets me off. I cum, but it’s not enough. It was too fast, and my nipples are still aching.

  He slowly takes his fingers from my heat and brings them to his mouth, savoring my cream.

  “We need to go.” I try to force out a stern tone, but my words come out as a moan. You would think it’s been months since he’s had me, not just this morning. He woke me up with his mouth between my legs and a hard fucking right after. But with the way we’re acting right now, we seem deprived. “We have plans, we have to get going.” He nods and releases me. I stand from his lap, and he smooths my skirt down, making sure it’s in place. Then he grazes his knuckles over my nipples, and it zings all the way to my pussy. Sasha has a way of controlling my body with one simple touch.

  He stays seated as he leans his head forward on my stomach. I rub my hands through his hair as his arms wrap around my waist. He’s become such a cuddler in the past ten years.

  “Thank you, angel,” he says against me. “You made my life.”

  My eyes begin to water. I knew before me his life was hard. He did dark things, but since the two of us finally came together, it’s all been heaven. Since we left my father’s house and I became his, he’s found a softness inside that I wasn’t sure existed. He’s truly become the man of my dreams and given me everything my heart has desired. Including his love.

  “You made mine, too,” I respond. He grips me tighter, and I keep running my hands through his hair. We stay like that for a few moments, until he finally leans back to look at me.

  “All right, let’s see what kind of trouble you’re going to get yourself in.” He stands, but when he does he lifts me, throwing me over his shoulder and smacking my bare ass. He strides through the house and to the car, placing me inside then buckling me in.

  He goes around to his side and gets in, then we take off. I give him the address, and he grunts in response as he drives.

  “Skirt up, legs open. You know I like a view.”

  One hand comes to rest on my thigh as I do what he says. He doesn’t go any higher, just rubs my thigh back and forth, and it’s driving me crazy. He’s doing it on purpose, but from the strain of the outline of his cock, I think we’re both in the same pain.

  “Daddy?” I ask, my breathing picking up. Maybe I should have asked him for more in his office. Had him fuck me once more before we left.

  “Da, my sweet angel?”

  “Please?”

  He glances over at me for a second, then back at the road. “We are here,” he says reminding me of what we’re doing. I’d forgotten on the short drive, that’s how lost I am for him. I had them set up close to the house, so when I look out the car window, I see them and start to bounce in my seat.

  I look over at Sasha, who doesn’t look so happy. His face is hard and he’s glaring out the window.

  “Nyet,” he says, and the word is final.

  Sasha

  “My angel is too important to me,” I say, and look at the disappointment on Anya’s face.

  The two men who have set up the hot - air balloon are over by the truck, waiting
for my instructions. They took their fill of my wife as she bounded from the car, breasts bouncing, hints of her pussy being shown from beneath her skirt.

  One of the men is young, and I see now that he tries to hide his erection from me. From my angel. I do not like anyone looking at what is mine, but there is no way to prevent this while I am trying to explain to her that this is unsafe.

  “It’s safe. They tie it off and only let us go up a few feet,” she pleads, her eyes begging me.

  “I will not allow it. The risk is too great. What would our children do without a mother and father? Nyet.”

  “I thought you would like it,” she pouts, her little lip poking forward.

  “I love you too much, my angel. With your safety, I will not broker a deal.” I look over at the hot - air balloon and then back at her. “I will allow you to stand inside the basket, if that will give you pleasure.”

  She looks over at it and shrugs, but I can see that it is some compromise.

  “Will you come inside it with me?” She looks back at me, and I nod. I can only deny her so much in one afternoon.

  She reaches up, wrapping her arms around my neck, and I place my hands on her bare ass. I look over the top of her head to the men behind her who are trying not to get caught looking. But how could a male not want my wife? She is perfection.

  I walk her over to the basket and open the door. She steps inside and looks up at the balloon.

  “Are you happy now?” I ask.

  “I guess. I wanted to go up in it. It’s supposed to be a thrill.”

  I step towards her, pressing her against the side of the basket. “Would it give you the thrill you want to be fucked in here?”

  She looks back over her shoulder to see if the men are watching before she looks at me. She nods slightly as she takes one step to the side, spreading her legs for me.