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I smile when I feel fluid slide down my fingers, and I keep rubbing. “I was right about you,” I tell her. “A nice girl, without much experience, and you love getting penetrated. Giulio’s going to enjoy you so much when he finally gets his cock in you.”
“I don’t,” she whimpers. “I don’t… Please,” she says, her voice a little louder as she looks at Doctor Summers. “Please make him stop. I don’t… I don’t want to be here. He kidnapped me, and his friend…”
Doctor Summers sighs and shakes her head. “You girls all have the same story. You should have thought about the consequences before you got into this mess.”
I’m not sure if Summers believes that or if she’s simply saying it to stave off more begging from Vanessa. It doesn’t make a difference to me. I continue to stimulate Vanessa, even daring to godeeper, until my fingers brush against her cervix.
She’s quietly crying as her body trembles beneath my touch, but she’s stopped looking at the doctor like she expects the woman to be her salvation. She flinches as I touch her, biting her lip, but she accepts my touch.
Good. She’s learning.
“We’ll have to check this regularly,” I tell Vanessa, “So we can determine when you’re most fertile.” I stop, then chuckle. “Although I don’t suppose it’ll matter. Giulio will want to have you regularly anyway.”
At least, I hope he will. I might need to push him to visit during the right times.
“Is she fertilenow?” I ask the doctor, considering. “I’ve done some research, but obviously you’re the expert.”
“It’s hard to tell, but it’s likely she’s ovulating or will be soon if she had her period ten days ago,” Doctor Summers says.
Vanessa freezes. Everything said in this room has affected her deeply, but this seems to be the worst news for her thus far.
“Let’s get the bloodwork done. I can leave the speculum if you’d like to play with it,” Doctor Summers says dryly.
I glance down and shake my head, withdrawing my fingers with a bit of regret. “No. Please, finish up. I shouldn’t keep you.”
The doctor nods, and I move out of her way so she can remove the speculum from within Vanessa. She sets it with the rest of her used equipment, then changes her gloves and opens a red bag.
“Sit up,” the doctor tells Vanessa. “Let’s just get a little bit of blood, then we’ll be done for today.”
Vanessa looks utterly defeated, and she sits up, pressing her thighs close together. She’s quiet as Doctor Summers ties the tourniquet around her arm and does the blood draw, only wincing a little as the needle pierces her skin.
Before long, the doctor is tucking away the small tubes of blood into the red bag, and she strips off her gloves. “Finished,” she says. “Thank you for your cooperation.”
Vanessa looks at her, dumbfounded, as Doctor Summers cleans up.
“I’ll let myself out,” she tells me. “I should have results for you in a couple of days.”
Doctor Summers leaves, closing the door behind her.
I smile at Vanessa and pat her thigh. “Could you spread your legs for me again?”
“No,” Vanessa says in a small voice. “Haven’t you humiliated me enough for one day, Damien?”
“I’m going to make you feel good,” I promise her. “You’re so hot inside. So red all over, right now. Although I suppose, mostly, I want to fuck you.”
“It’s not… it’s not going to make me feel good,” she says, trying to pull away from me. “Nothing you could do could make me feel good.”
I move to the couch so I can sit next to her, drawing her against my body. I gently guide her hand to my tented crotch. “You got off on Slayer’s cock. I’ve got… more to offer than him.” I briefly kiss the side of her head, making sure to keep my hold on her strong. She’s trying to struggle out of my grasp, but she doesn’t have the strength to do anything.
That doesn’t stop her from trying, but it’s easy enough to keep her mostly still.
“I don’t want you, and I don’t want your cock,” she says, fighting harder against me. “Just lock me back up in my room and leave me alone. Don’t you wantGiulioto be the one to knock me up?”
The words douse some of my arousal. “It will be Giulio,” I promise her. I don’t elaborate, because she doesn’t need to understand. She simply has to be filled up with seed, swollen and glowing from pregnancy—
“Put your hand into my pocket,” I say. “I have a condom there. I’ll teach you how to put it on me.”
“I know how to put a condom on a man,” Vanessa says, but when I arch my brows, her shoulders slump and she nods. I don’t know why she wants to keep up this illusion that she’s more experienced than she is, but she’ll stop it soon enough.
