The Stables Pt. 2

THE STABLES PT. 2

Inessa

I t takes everything in me to pretend to be asleep as warmth ghosts over the curve of my ass. Vlad's an asshole and he's purposefully trying to make me lose this stupid game he's started.

His hand moves at the sound of a small thud over the monitor, and he springs out of bed at Vasy's crackly voice. "Ouch. Again."

I have no idea what our toddler's doing or who he's talking to, but Vlad quickly leaves our room and the sheets rustle through the monitor as he walks into our son's bedroom. "Why are you throwing yourself on the floor?"

The exasperation in his tone isn't fake. Our son has a tendency to do weird shit and I know he'll take his time to settle. So, I do the only thing I can and turn off the monitor, trying to force myself to fall asleep before Vlad can torture me with his lack of touch.

I'm too frustrated and finding a comfortable position is impossible. Each side is full of his scent, which only adds to my irritation. I freeze on my back and stare at the door as I get an idea that would make me win.

I watch the door and work my hand between my legs. He manages to ruin it as his voice filters through. "Sleep or don't, it's up to you, but you're staying in bed."

I pretend to be asleep and pull his pillow down to create a barrier as he slowly walks back to our room. The bed dips behind me as he laughs. "Ready to beg, meelaya?"

I don't say anything as he picks up the pillow and pushes it under his head. There's no more teasing half-touches. He pulls the sheets to my chin and kisses my crown. "Go to sleep. You'll have a long day tomorrow."

How isn't he pent-up like I am? I thought I'd easily be able to wait him out, but he still has his usual, slightly violent calm. I might not be able to make him lose control, but I can wait until he's asleep to even the scales.

It doesn't take long for Vlad to do so, and he slowly moves closer to me. His shoulder brushes my back and I turn my head to see the beautiful idiot. There's no awareness on his features. He looks younger as I whisper, "Vlad?"

The only response is his head turning towards me, his cheek flush against the pillow. I prop one leg up. My hand goes between my thighs, and I watch his face to make sure I don't get caught. As soon as my fingers brush my sensitive clit, I look away. He might be my mental material, but I won't let his ego have the satisfaction of knowing.

My frustration boils over. My own hand isn't enough. I try to mimic his movements, how he curls his fingers inside me, but it's not enough. My own fingers aren't thick enough, long enough.

A calloused palm flattens over the back of my hand, and he pushes his other hand under my head to lift me. Vlad lays me over him, with my back to his chest, and kisses the side of my neck. His lips softly trace a line up to my ear as he lifts his hips and pulls his boxers down.

There's no command for me to beg him or give him the information he wants. He continues kissing me and pulls on my wrist to wrap my hand around his dick. The weakest moan in existence escapes as he pushes two fingers into me, groaning into my neck. It turns into a bite, and I push my hips down.

"Tell me who made you cry," he asks softly while pulling his fingers away.

"Vlad," I grit and press my weight down like that could possibly hurt him. "Stop being annoying, or I'll do it myself."

The bastard smirks and wraps his fingers over mine around his dick.

"You tried," he says, lightly slapping the tip against my clit, "but you can't give yourself what I can." Another slap as he pulls on my thin silk top, exposing my chest. "No one can, because you're fucking mine."

His voice is deeper on the last word, and he pushes an inch into me. My eyes roll back, spine arching, as he slowly—painfully fucking slowly—teases me with the tip of his dick. His rough inked hands massage over my chest.

"Give me a name or beg."

I hate us both for what he's making me do as I peel his hand off me. He knows my weakness, wrapping his arm around my waist so his bicep is pressed flush against me. But I don't give in and find reserve strength I didn't know I had.

I move like I've been possessed and plant my feet on the bed to lift my hips. His arm falls away to steady me as I push up to stand and Vlad stares up at me as I fix my clothes. A deep crease forms between his brows and I step over him, refusing to allow it to sway me.

"Where the fuck are you going?" he asks, but I run.

There are no noises coming from Vasy's room and Vero is sleep-talking. Their father follows me, muting his steps and hissing, "Inessa?"

The elevator will take too long, so I run through our floor like I'm not a grown woman with two children. I didn't think my plan through because Vlad follows me into the stairwell, his steps thundering after me.

"Why the fuck are you making me chase you?"

My hair whips behind me as I pump my legs and the handrail skids against my palm. It's the only thing stopping me from falling as I skip steps and reach the ground floor. None of the lights are on, thankfully, and there's nowhere that I can lock myself in to stop Vlad's interrogation. So, I take the only option I have when he steps out of the stairwell.

He's only in his boxers, the low lights making him look like a sculpture brought to life. It would be the easiest thing in the world to give in, but upsetting my monster isn't an option. He'll end up thinking about his past and that's not something I'm willing to allow.

I turn on my heel and run through the side door. The cold air wrapping around me and Vlad's angry bark of my name doesn't deter me as I run across the lawn towards the stables.

Vlad

My wife is a fucking nutcase. She's half-dressed, running around like a crazy fuck. I'm even crazier because I go after her. She's lucky that none of the guards are positioned at the back of the house.

Her hair sways behind her like a beacon of light as she slips through the wooden entrance of the stables. It won't offer her anything other than a trap. If she wanted me to tie her up again, she only had to ask. Instead, the stubborn brat has forced us both out of the house in the middle of the night. I only have my boxers on and I'm not running like some dickhead.

Metal claps against metal, giving away which stable my weird wife has chosen to hide in when we have a house. If she's pretending to be a horse, I'm going to have to lock her inside until she decides to be human again.

But she hasn't fully lost her touch on reality as I pull open the door to see her stretching to reach the beam. She freezes, one foot on the trough.

"Are you a mountain goat?" She remains still as I lock the door behind me. "Or are you practicing your choreography like Verena does?"

Her lips twitch, but she hardens her eyes and proudly lifts her chin. "Now who's calling who an animal?"

"I've only done it once." I shrug and grab the reins hanging above my head.

She meets my eyes and warns, "No, you've called me a cow and said that you were milking me. Do it again and I'll take them reins and whip you."

I like her thinking. Only, she has the wrong subject. I grab her neck. Lust makes her eyes darker as she watches my bicep flex. I know everything she enjoys. For some fucked up reason I'm top of the list, so I tense to make the vein more prominent.

Inessa bites the corner of her lip and slowly flicks those dark eyes to meet mine. There are no nerves on her features, like always, as I pull her closer. Her eyelids droop as she places her hand on my bicep to steady herself. It works in my favor by leaving her distracted enough for me to position her in front of the trough. She's not tall enough to be comfortably tied to the beam.

No matter what she does, she will always be the mother of our kids. The person who gives me peace while simultaneously driving me fucking crazy.

So I give her everything she needs and drop my hold on her neck to softly kiss the corner of her lips. Working her up all day has done more than stop me from being bored. It's made her sensitive to every little touch and she was swollen when I removed the toy.

My bratty wife cups my dick through my boxers, and it pisses me off that she won't just tell me what upset her. Inessa doesn't cry. She'll go in moods and try shooting people, only to miss, but she rarely cries. The few instances she has, I've always been told why. She'll demand someone's death and I'll happily give it to her. But now she's protecting them. The only people that it could be are family, and neither of my brothers have done shit.

Grabbing both of her wrists, I wrap the reins around them and push down on her shoulders. The coarse hay will hurt her knees and she's a princess at heart, so I stop them from touching the floor. She looks up at me, a smirk on her lips, and it deepens as I fill the trough at her back. The running water echoes around the metal as I thread my fingers through her hair and free my dick that's been hard all day.

"If you're not going to give me what I want, you can remind me why I like your mouth."

She rolls her eyes, but she can't help herself and wraps her plush lips around the tip. I tut and thrust into her mouth. "You can do better than that, meely moy."

The challenge enrages her, and she gags as she forces her head forward. Her eyes don't move from mine, defiant and filled with triumph as I tense. Water spills over the edge of the trough and softens the hay enough for me to push her to her knees.

Inessa smiles around me and tilts her chin up as much as she's able to. She loves this. I have to stop before I end up giving in to her. I push forward, savoring the feeling of her throat constricting around me, and pinch her nose closed with two fingers. My voice is rough, need and violence warring together. "Who made you cry?"

She stills and acts like I'm not cutting off her air.

A string of spit keeps us connected as I tighten my fingers in her hair and pull her up. She slips from the force of me turning her to face the trough and automatically folds in half. The rising water reflects the glee on her face back to me, but I keep her face hovering above it.

"Tell me and I'll push you down." I softly kiss her nape and move her hair so it's floating on top of the water.

"Vlad," she moans, widening her legs.

I shut the water off to stop it flowing into the other stables. She gasps as I rip her shorts and panties down her thighs. We both freeze at the feeling of my dick brushing her soaked cunt. I let go of her hair and the brat tries to push her own head under the water. Catching her by the neck, I squeeze and circle her entrance with the tip of my dick.

More moans, but no answers.

Not until I lower her, so her nose is a hair's breadth away from the water. "No one. It was just work," she rushes out.

My stubborn queen tilts her head, and after thirty-six hours of torturing me, she gives in with a beg. "Please, can you fuck me now?"

I bite into her shoulder and my fingers flex against her neck. "If you're lying, I'm leaving you tied up here with every hole filled and controlled by me."

She quickly nods and I slowly push into her. Her stuttered groan is the closest thing I'll ever hear to angels singing. She clenches. The brat is doing it purposefully.

I massage the sides of her neck and remind her, "Breathe out for me, malysh."

I thrust in the rest of the way in time with the air leaving her lungs, but I don't give her a reprieve. The smile on her face is the last thing I see in the reflection before it ripples and keeps her screams contained.

Inessa pushes her hips back, her moans vibrating through her body, and I roughly untie her hands. Wrapping the free reigns around my fist, I fuck her harder as she flattens her hands on the cladded wall. She meets each of my thrusts and I pull her head out of the trough before she drowns.

The sound of her choking down air mixes with the swish of the leather cracking through the air, leaving a thin red strip over the top of her ass. She's psychotic and pushes her head back into the water. One hand goes between her legs, the other to the back of her head, and she hooks her little finger around mine.

I lose control when she clenches around me as I pull out, leaving just the tip in. She massages me with her inner muscles and her thighs tremble as her fingers speed up.

There's no taunt or anything other than need. Folding over her, I pull her out of the water since she's too stubborn to do it herself and use my hold on her hair to turn her toward me. Water drips from her cheeks and her lips are cold, making her mouth that much more inviting as I seal our lips together.

She gasps into me as I cup her hand between her thighs and increase the pressure. Those dark eyes snap open and I swallow her screams as she tightens around me.

Pupils dilated, barefooted, and her upper body soaked, she's fucking ethereal. Inessa chokes, "Come for me…"

"Fuck." I bite into her bottom lip and she smiles.

I have no control between the two of us. She knows it too and pushes her ass back. Hard.

Each thrust is timed with my wife fucking me back, challenging me to do it harder. I tap the back of her hand to move it out of the way. Using my two middle fingers, I circle her clit in dizzying patterns. Her moans brush my lips, and she punches against the wall on a curse. "Fuck, Vlad, close."

My hand speeds up and I push her head into the trough again, knowing that's what she needs to get a fraction of what I feel in her presence. Inessa sucks in a breath right before she goes under and tries to squeeze her thighs together. Red patches mark the back of her thighs from how hard I'm fucking her, and she tenses. Her knuckles press against the wall, spine arched, and her cunt tightens around me, robbing my release.

I manage to catch myself with my hand above hers and my lips on her nape. My chest knocks into her back as I push deeper into her to keep my cum there for as long as possible. Wrapping my other hand around her chest, I lift her out of the water, and she lets out a breathless laugh. "I really love this house."

"Just the house?"

"Hm… You're not too bad."

Once we can breathe easily, I lift her off her feet and wipe the hay off her soles. She's too ticklish and kicks out at my hands. "Stop it."

I take one of the spare blankets to cover her from anyone else seeing what's mine. My queen pulls on my boxers and arranges the edge of the blanket so it covers my already covered dick, then lays her head on my shoulder, ready to be carried into the house.

She's relaxed and content until we make it to our floor. The small thuds coming from our son's room are followed by him muttering, "Ow."

Inessa wraps the blanket tighter around herself and jumps to her feet. The weird behavior has definitely been inherited from his mother, but she storms to his bedroom door. I stay back and watch her face as she opens it to show Vasili climbing onto his bed, only to roll himself back over the edge. Verena is laid beside him, so she must have tried to get him to stop. Lifting himself off the floor, he climbs back up, ready to go. His sister doesn't open her eyes as she hugs her watermelon stuffy and grabs the bottom of his pajama leg.

"Vasili," Inessa hisses, her eyes widening.

All of them are strange, my wife and kids, but they're my little weirdos to protect and under my responsibility.