Page 40 of Ruining Vanessa

“Well, if you don’t know, then I’ll have to show you. Strip. Then get on your back and spread your fucking legs.” I huff a laugh. “Like when you were playing puppy for Slayer.”

All of the color has drained from her face. She knows I know, but she doesn’t seem to have any idea what to do about that knowledge. She does know better than to argue, though, because she quickly gets up and strips before I rip her fucking clothes off of her.

Her panties dangle from one leg, but I don’t unlock her ankle cuff so she can take them off the rest of the way.

Trembling, she lies back on the bed, spreading her legs just a little.

“Giulio…”

“You can do better than that,” I say, surprised by how sharp my voice sounds. “Grab your thighs and spread ‘em wide. I want to get a nice, close look at your cunt.”

Vanessa swallows hard, the sound almost audible in the otherwise quiet room, and she slowly obeys. “Giulio, I’m not… I didn’t…”

I make a frustrated sound and stride over to her, grabbing her thighs roughly and pushing them up. “Is this really so hard for you to do?”

She trembles, and her breathing gets heavier. It’d be a good look on her, if I wasn’t so fucking—

Fucking angry.

I kneel on the floor next to the cot and rest my elbow on the space between her legs. I trace the sensitive skin of her cunt with my other hand, occasionally tugging on the hairs. “Y’know, Damien, Slayer, and I have been a bit remiss, haven’t we? I made fun of your college boyfriend, but we’ve been lax in paying attention to you. I don’t know that I’ve given you a proper fingering.”

My fingers push a little into her hole, and she gasps sharply, squirming.

“G-Giulio,” she protests, trying to press her legs closed again. “You don’t need to. Really. You don’t.” Sweat is trickling down her forehead, her panic starting to become palpable. “Just… Just fuck me. I like it when you fuck me.” She almost sounds convincing, too, which only makes my rage rear its ugly head inside of me.

I circle her clit and begin to massage it. “Yeah? I know you’re always ready for big, fat cock. You gotta tell me, whose cock do you like the most? Slayer’s, because you can pretend nothing’s happening? Damien’s, because it’s so massive it reaches all the good spots at once?”

“Yours,” she says in a strangled whisper. “I like yours.” Where were these acting skills when I wanted to play a simple game of horny teenagers, or swinger couple?

“That’s so sweet.” I consider what I want to do next while I keep massaging her clit. She squirms again, and from the flush on her chest, I think this is starting to affect her.

She really does get off on everything.

“Are you going to beg for my cock?” I ask, failing to sound nonchalant. “Otherwise, I might get you off with just my fingers.”

I’m so pissed that we weren’t able to tell the sponge was in her from just fucking her. Even Damien hadn’t been able to feel anything different, or at least, he hadn’t recognized what it was. But Vanessa knows as well as I do that my fingers will be able to identify it.

“N-no,” she protests, just as I predicted she would. “I want your… your cock. In me. I want you to fuck me, not with your fingers. Please, Giulio.” She doesn’t sound as convincing now, but I have to give her credit for trying, even if she just sounds desperate.

If only the situation was different, I would love hearing her sound like this.

“You sure? I knew some chicks who could only get off from having their clit played with.” I laugh sarcastically. “Not you, though. You’re a cockslut, huh? Can’t wait to be filled?”

Tears have started to gather in her eyes, one spilling down her cheek toward her ear. I wonder if she’s going to tap out, if she’s going to admit what she’s done to stop me from humiliating her further. But she only nods minutely to me and hiccups, “I want it. I want you.”

“That’s what I love about your body,” I tell her, and I manage to pull off a more amused tone. I’ve got a plan brewing now, and I can’t wait to see her reactions. “It’s really made to be fucked. Made to get pregnant, right?”

Vanessa sobs, but she nods. “Yes. That’s what… what my body is… is for,” she chokes out. “For you to use. And… and get pregnant.”

“I guess there’s no point in fingering you, then. Because knocking you up is more important than making you feel good. Don’t you agree?” I don’t stop massaging her clit though, which throbs under my touch.

She’s squirming, and I almost delight in the way her features are torn between pleasure and mortification. “Yes,” she whispers. “What you want is… is more important.” She bites her bottom lip, her tears spilling freely down her face now.

“All right. Since we’re in agreement. I’ll be nice and fuck you.” I let go of her to undo my jeans and push them and my underwear down. It’s a little awkward to get on the bed, but Vanessa doesn’t seem to be in the mood to comment on how silly I must look.

I grab her legs and push them back farther. “Reach down and finger your hole. I want to see how wet you are.”

Vanessa’s hand is shaking as she reaches down to obey. Her touch is clumsy, like she’s not even familiar with touching her own body—and maybe she isn’t. Maybe she really was that much of a prude before us. She touches herself, sliding a finger inside her cunt. When she pulls it out, it’s glistening with her fluids.

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