Page 42 of Ruining Vanessa

“You weren’t what? Trying to keep us out? Trying to deny Damien the one thing he wants?” I slap her pussy twice in quick succession, making Vanessa sob loudly. “Now get your fucking legs open. Because I’ve been really fucking patient with you, Vanessa, but apparently you don’t want me to be nice.”

Vanessa is shaking from the force of her sobs, and her face is red and marred with tears and snot as she tries to speak. “Giulio—”

I slap her cunt again, and this time, she spreads her legs for me.

I drive in without care for her comfort, hissing out a breath.

“I gave you my mother’s clothes,” I growl at her as I thrust. “I let you enjoy my pets. I cooked for you.” I increase my speed, the sound of our bodies slapping against each other filling the small room. “Should I stop being kind? Should I just tie you down with your legs spread so we fill you every few hours?”

She shakes her head, hiccuping and choking on her words as she tries to speak. “N-no!” she manages to get out, though the word is hard to understand. “P-please. I—” She dissolves into another fit of sobs, her fingers digging hard into the sheets beneath her.

“I won’t need to roleplay that you’re our breeding bitch if I really do hook you up to a breeding bench twenty-four seven.” My movements stutter when I feel her tightening around me. She’s wet enough that the slide is easy, but the walls of her cunt ripple exquisitely. “I bet Slayer would love to keep you around all the time.”

Vanessa shakes her head again and again, but she’s trying to fight back the little mewling sound she’s making as she comes, hard, around my cock. I don’t know what it is that gets her off so easily, but I’m glad for it. It’ll make it stick in her brain better. Maybe I shouldn’t be pleased she’s getting anything out of this, after this stunt she pulled, but I love the way her body betrays her over and over again.

I love what it does to her mind.

Or at least, I thought I did, but it seems there was a part of her that hadn’t accepted her role in our life yet.

“Have you learned your lesson?” I ask, thrusting hard into her over and over again, punctuating each thrust with one of my words until I’m spilling inside of her now-unprotected pussy.

She nods frantically, looking at me through swollen, red-rimmed eyes.

“Then kiss me,” I grate out as I drive into her one last time.

Whimpering, Vanessa obeys, leaning up to brush her lips against mine. She’s the first to part her lips, and I demand more from her, sliding my tongue into her mouth and aggressively exploring it. For a long moment, I let her take solace from the kiss.

I keep kissing her through the rest of my orgasm, and only pull out when I start to feel oversensitive. As soon as my cock is out, I go back to her, pulling her closer, so she can keep making out with me.

It’s cute how much effort she’s putting into it, even with tears still streaming down her face. I can taste the salt on her lips.

After a few minutes of this lazy, almost soft make-out session, I pull back a little so I can look her in the eyes. “What do you say?”

Vanessa’s expression breaks with confusion. She doesn’t know what I want, but she knows she has to give me something.

“Th-thank you?” she sobs out.

“For what?” I ask calmly.

Her lip trembles, and more tears spill. “F-for…” Vanessa sobs a few times.

I tenderly wipe away the tears. “Shh, no need for that. Take a breath and speak clearly.”

The breaths she takes are short and hurried, but it’s clear she’s trying to calm down. “F-for being… for being… nice… to me. For… for…” She whimpers and squeezes her eyes shut. “For stopping.”

I snort and let go of her. She watches me warily as I grab the blanket and wipe my cock off. The used sponge falls to the floor.

“Damn, that’s gross.” I get up and turn around to face the bed. “Okay, give my cock a nice goodbye kiss.”

She turns over and scoots over to me, wordlessly coming to me and taking the tip of my cock into her mouth. She gives it a full, open-mouthed kiss, then runs her tongue along my length. From there, she doesn’t seem to know what to do, and she keeps licking.

I sigh and push her away. “Enough, enough. I have things to do. Clients to speak to.” I pull out my phone and scroll through my list of contacts. “I’m sending Slayer over to do a proper search of your room later. He’s used to finding people’s secrets. You probably want to make sure there’s nothing… incriminating left behind.” Then I head to the door, stopping just in front. “One more thing.” I glance over my shoulder.

Vanessa is sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest, arms around her legs. “Wh-what?” she asks warily.

I grin at her. “You said ‘thanks for stopping.’ But I never said I was done punishing you.”

I laugh at her dismay, before heading out and locking the door behind me.

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