“I need to make sure you can hit with your right hand. I don’t want you placing it against your wedding ring,” Sasha says as I stare down at the brass knuckles he got me for my birthday.

I can’t help but warm inside. I didn’t really think he was going to get them for me, but I know he’ll do anything to make me happy. Even if that means giving me a weapon.

“My right hook is just fine,” I say, winking at him. He grunts, but I see the pull to one side of his lips and know he’s fighting a smile.

“Happy birthday, sweet Anya.” He leans down, placing his mouth to mine in a soft kiss. His hand comes to rest on the little baby bump that has formed in the last few months. He can’t seem to keep his hands off it. I would be jealous if I didn’t have the same problem. “What does my angel want to do today?”

I wrap my arms around his neck, and he picks me up easily. I wrap my legs around him, securing my body against his, leaning back until we are eye to eye.

“I have to meet with my adviser today,” I tell him, going in for a kiss.

“Nyet. It is your birthday. You will stay home with me.”

I smile against his mouth as he carries me to our bedroom.

College didn’t last long for me. Well, at least going on campus. It didn’t take long for me to see I hated going into class. I always felt like people stared at me, and I didn’t like being away from Sasha. Even if he was hovering right outside the door.

For so long I thought I was looking for something from the outside world, but after a few weeks in college I realized I’d created the dream in my head. It was something to hold on to because I thought I could never have what I truly wanted. Sasha.

I don’t know how he did it, but once I told him everything, he somehow made the college let me do everything online. For the most part I don’t step foot on campus, with the exception of going in to talk to my advisers.

“It will only take a second. Then you can take me to a fancy restaurant, where I’ll order everything on the menu.” I push on his chest to let me down, but he doesn’t.

“Are you hungry, angel?” His eyes are heated, and I know where this is going. We don’t have time for that, even if I want it just as much as he does.

“You fed me breakfast twenty minutes ago,” I remind him. Though since I found out I was pregnant, I’ve been eating everything. I haven’t had a trace of morning sickness, which has been a surprise bonus. This baby isn’t letting any food go. “It’s a two - hour drive and I still need to get ready. I’m running late.”

“They will wait,” he says easily. I don’t know how he has so much pull at the college, but I’m not shocked by it. Sasha can always get what he wants, and even more so when it comes to something I want.

I roll my eyes, knowing if I let him take me to bed we’ll spend the whole day there. I lean forward, taking his mouth in a kiss. He growls like we didn’t have sex twice before breakfast. Neither of us is able to go for more than a few hours without it.

“Please,” I pout. I bat my eyelashes at him when I pull back, and he drops his forehead to mine, his breathing heavy. I know he wants me bad enough there’s no stopping it, so I’m patient for his decision.

“I can deny you nothing, my angel.” He reluctantly places me on my feet. I can tell he doesn’t want to let me go, but he does.

“Give me fifteen minutes,” I throw over my shoulder as I rush toward my closet. It takes me a minute to find something that will fit me. We should probably go shopping while in the city today. All of my clothes are getting to be too small. I grab a pink dress even though it’s a little chilly out. It used to fall to my knees, but the baby bump brings it up a few inches shorter. I don’t have much time, so there’s really no choice. I put on some mascara and lip gloss before walking out of the bathroom and going for the door. I’m not surprised to see Sasha standing outside the bedroom. He has this thing about not letting me go down the stairs by myself now that I’m knocked up. It’s silly but sweet at the same time.

His eyes narrow on me, then he shakes his head.

“It’s all that fits!” I protest.

One of the rules with school was that I pretty much had to be covered from head to toe — a rule I didn’t fight him on after the frat party incident. And on top of that, after actually going to a class and seeing the way people looked at me, I realized he had a point.

He lets out a deep breath. I probably shouldn’t tell him I’m not wearing underwear. I’ll save that surprise for dinner.

“It’s really starting to show,” he finally says, taking a step towards me. His hand rubs my belly, and I watch as the tension along his shoulders eases.

“Everyone will know I belong to you. There’s no need to worry about the dress,” I tell him. He doesn’t look convinced.

“Come, angel.” He grabs my hand, lacing his fingers with mine. “I want to make this quick. I don’t like sharing your attention.”

“You’re not going into my adviser meeting,” I tell him as he leads me down the stairs. He doesn’t answer me, just lets out a grunt, which I know means he’ll get his way. I bite my lip to keep from smiling. I said that on purpose, knowing what his response would be.

Since he found out I was pregnant, all of our sex has been gentle and sweet. While I do love how tender he can be, I miss the time when he lost control and took me hard. Dominating my body was his favorite pastime, and I’m hoping with a gentle nudge I’ll get a perfect ending to my birthday.

* * *

Sasha

I crack my knuckles when the professor glances down the front of her dress for the second time since we walked into his office.

My Anya has yet to realize the allure her body has. I had hoped when she would be round with my child that it would show her as marked, but I see now that my thinking was a mistake. Now when men lay their eyes on what is mine, they see she has spread her legs. That she’s allowed a man to enter her most sacred place and plant his seed. Perhaps they are thinking they will be able to do the same.

They are mistaken.

“You’ve only chosen two classes for next semester,” the professor says as he wipes away at his bottom lip.

He glances down at the swell of her belly, and I watch as he swallows. Blood rushes to his cheeks, and I would bet my every dime I have that his cock is hard behind the desk. I won’t stand for this blatant disrespect.

“Daddy and I are expecting our first baby, and I wanted to take light classes until then. Afterwards, I plan on taking a year off.”

I growl at the word she uses to describe me. Anya reaches over and places her hand on my thigh. It’s right next to my cock, and my eyes zero in on it. I watch her delicate little hand rub slow circles right next to the hard length only a breath away.

“Your husband?” the professor asks as a way to correct her.

The tone of his voice causes me to look up. I place my hand over Anya’s without breaking the eye contact with him. I pull her hand right over my swollen cock and feel the heat of her palm. She doesn’t make a move to pull away from me. She’s getting off on this.

“Daddy,” my little Anya says. I press her hand firmly against my length as she wraps her fingers around as much of me as she can over my slacks. I grit my teeth and lean forward. “Mine.”

He looks between us, and he is embarrassed. I’m not sure if it is for him or for us. I do not care either way. I’ve had enough of him eye - fucking my bride.

“Get out,” I tell him as I stand up and pull Anya out of her chair.

“Th - this is my office,” he stammers, and he pushes his chair back.

I place Anya on the edge of his desk, and she smiles up at me. She knows exactly what she’s done to push me to this point, and I’ve fallen into her trap.

“I’m going to fuck my angel on your desk. If you stay to watch I’ll pull out your eyes with my fingers and then shove them up your ass.”

He jumps up from his desk and looks at me with a shocked expression.

“Lock the door on your way out,” I say, moving between my angel’s thighs.

It only takes a second before he does as I say without a word.

I push up the material of her dress and see her bare cunt glistening with wet need.

“You did this on purpose,” I say as she leans back on the desk.

There are papers and pens all around her, a laptop off to the side. I don’t care, though. The only thing weighing down on me is the need to fuck her before my cock explodes.

“I don’t what you’re talking about, Daddy,” she says, biting her lip.

My angel has been placed on this earth to torture me, and only one thing will stop the ache. Only when I sink into her tight young pussy will I be forgiven of my sins.

“And?” I ask, pulling out my cock and rubbing my palm over the wet tip, dragging the cream down my shaft.

“I want you to make me remember them next time.”

“You act out to seek attention. Are you not getting enough?” I reach forward with my other hand and graze my rough knuckles across her soft clit. She moans and raises her hips. “I can smell your pussy from here.”

I inhale as she spreads her legs wider and puts her feet on the desk, opening her cunt for me.

“Pull your dress over your belly. I want to see the baby I created in you as I fuck you.”

She does as I ask and lies back, waiting for me to take her.

I enter her in one hard stroke. I’ve been so gentle with her lately, it’s a welcome pain for both of us as I ride her hard on the wooden desk.

“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.