Page 114 of Ruining Vanessa

“I think I’d like a nurse in here,” Vanessa says anyway, her voice trembling a little bit as she looks between us.

Savage meets my eyes and gives me a wry smile. “Giulio did mention your… predilections. But this is going to be a strictly professional exam, even if I shouldn’t be the one doing the ultrasound.”

I’m not surprised that Giulio has been talking about me, although I wish he would be more discreet. “Of course. Nothing untoward will happen. I’m chaperoning, after all.”

Vanessa glances at me furtively, and I can tell she’s thinking about the first examination she went through with me “chaperoning.” She frowns, shifting on the exam table, but she nods to the doctor. She doesn’t seem to believe him, though, if the look on her face is any indication.

“Legs in the stirrups,” Savage says to Vanessa in a bored tone, like he fully expects her to comply without question.

Like she’s nothing more than livestock.

To her credit, she doesn’t argue, but she does pull the sheet a little more tightly around herself as she sets her feet into the stirrups at the end of the table.

“Move down a little more,” he directs her, until I think her ass is at the very edge of the examination table.

Again, she obeys, but she keeps casting wary looks in my direction.

Savage wheels the ultrasound machine and its monitor closer, angling it so Vanessa and I can see the screen. He pulls on a pair of latex gloves and lubes up the wand.

I wish I were the one holding the wand. I wish I were the one sitting down on the stool between her legs, gently touching her pussy and spreading her hole to get the wand inside her.

“She shouldn’t feel any discomfort,” Savage says, and I have to cover the warring annoyance and amusement.

He isn’t even treating Vanessa like a person. I want to comfort her and tell him off, but I feel the thrum of arousal in my cock too.

I do want to see, though. I close the gap between me and Vanessa and tug at the sheet. She tries to hold onto it, but I’m stronger, and I have it off her. The skirt still offers her a minimum amount of protection, but I pull that up too so it’s bunched around her waist and I can finally see where the wand goes into her.

My mouth goes a bit dry. Vanessa whimpers and squeezes her eyes shut.

Savage pretends like nothing has happened at all and continues to push the wand deeper into Vanessa. My gaze is transfixed on that.

Maybe I could convince Giulio to set up a proper doctor roleplay…

“Well. There you go,” Savage says, motioning to the monitor. “There’s the future baby.”

Vanessa’s gaze is on the screen, and she bites her bottom lip. I glance up at her, trying to get a read on what she’s thinking, what she’s feeling, but she doesn’t say anything.

I’m speechless myself, staring at the monitor. Just a tiny little white shadow on the screen, but that’s going to be my child. Giulio’s child.

“Is it healthy?” I ask, transfixed. I can tell where the head and legs are going to be. It’s still not much more than a tadpole, but I already feel my heart swelling just looking at it.

Savage glances at the monitor and does something with the wand to change the angle of the image. “Yeah. You can see the heartbeat. Obviously, a lot of issues can arise later, but for now, and given how young she is, I don’t see anything to be worried about.”

Vanessa makes a strange sound. “How… How far along am I?”

Savage shrugs. “Given the size, eight-ish weeks.” He moves the wand a bit more and hits some buttons on the ultrasound device. “I assume you want copies of these.”

“Yes,” I answer immediately. “Video too, if you can.”

“Yep. The magic of modern technology.” Savage meets my eyes and raises his brows. “Are you done? Or do you want to stare a bit more?”

Years and years with Giulio have taught me not to show any expression at all, even though I feel a faint sense of embarrassment at being so obvious. “I’m done, thank you,” I say coolly.

Savage nods, pulling the wand out of Vanessa.

She hisses out a breath, but she quickly asks Savage, “Is Stef all right?”

He freezes for a second before continuing what he was doing, setting the wand aside to be sterilized and getting up to throw the latex gloves in the trash. “That’s none of your business.”

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