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She hunches her shoulders and draws her knees up to her chest, not saying anything. Damn, she looks delectable like that, the very picture of vulnerability.
I shut the door behind me and stride over to the bed. “What’s this about you being out on the floor? I thought Damien was going to keep you locked up until you were full of babies.”
Her eyes go to my chest, not my face, and I grab her chin and force her to look up at me instead.
“There was… Stef was…” Vanessa stammers, squirming against my grip.
I’m not in the mood for the pretense of a fight, and I have a hankering to use the knife Paul had only narrowly avoided being gutted by. I yank it out of its sheath and press the curved blade against her throat, not enough to cut her, but enough to keep her aware of its presence. “Stef was…?” I prompt.
Vanessa whimpers, going very still like the good girl I know she can be. “Stef was having problems with a customer. I went downstairs with Giulio and Elena…”
I make a face at the mention of Elena. Giulio’s always had a soft spot for her, but she’s a cunning bitch who knows how to play the game. I have to give her props for not being a blubbering mess after all Emilio did to her, but she’s just not someone I go out of my way to be around. “Yeah, and? Paul said some guy wanted you?”
She takes in a shallow, shaky breath. “Yes,” she whispers. “But Giulio said I’m off limits.”
I smirk at her. “Do you think you’re off limits to everyone?” I ask, my voice deceptively gentle.
Squeezing her eyes closed, Vanessa shakes her head. “No. I’m…” Her voice is faint, and I roll my eyes. She still has some spirit left, doesn’t she? “I’m not off limits to Giulio. Or Damien.”
“Or…” I prompt, stroking one of her pale cheeks.
“Or you.”
I grin triumphantly. “See, you get it. Now, I’m gonna take the knife away, and you’re gonna strip down for me. If you hesitate, I’ll cut the shirt off, and I doubt Giulio will get you a new one.”
She trembles beautifully, but she nods, too. Good. She’s got more brain cells than some of the other girls I’ve had here, who can’t process the idea that I might actually use the knife.
Vanessa slowly unbuttons the shirt, squeezing her eyes shut. I grin, already imagining the tears rolling down her cheeks. And shewillcry. No matter how much of a brave front she’s putting up, she can’t pretend she isn’t terrified.
Not that it matters. She still came the last time I had her, and she was even more afraid then than she is now.
“Hurry up,” I say, tapping the flat of the blade against her neck. “I don’t need a striptease. We aren’t on the main floor.”
Vanessa gasps and lets the shirt fall from her shoulders, exposing her cute little breasts. I don’t usually go for tiny tits, but she still looks great with the humiliated blush rising on her chest.
“Now pull the blanket away,” I order. “And remove your underwear, unless you want me to cut them off.”
I finally withdraw the knife as she pushes the blankets from her lap and exposes the panties she’s wearing. She pulls them down her thighs and discards them nearby.
“Good. See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
She gives a tight shake of her head, and I can see the tears welling up in the corners of her eyes already. My cock twitches as I enjoy the sight of her budding fear and misery, and I take a moment to critically examine her.
I have to admit that she’ll be hot when she’s knocked up. I can imagine those tits swelling up with milk and that belly getting distended as a baby grows inside of her. I’ve never really been around pregnant women much, but I’ve heard all sorts of things about how they glow so prettily, how they get so fucking horny they’ll fuck anything that moves and a handful of things that don’t. I wonder how pretty little Vanessa will react to her body changing like that.
I palm my cock through my jeans, slowly starting to stroke myself.
“Man, you’re gonna be so gorgeous when Giulio gets you pregnant,” I speak my thoughts aloud, just to see how far I can push her before she really starts crying. “I bet you can’t wait to be a mom to his babies. I wonder how many you’re gonna give him before he gets tired of you.”
“I’m not… I’m not going to have his babies,” Vanessa whispers. It’s cute how she’s trying to convince herself, as if she has any say over basic biological functions like that.
I laugh at her. “Please,” I scoff. “The odds are against you, unless you’re infertile or some shit. Giulio and Damien will fuck you until you get knocked up, then they’ll fuck you some more. And maybe I won’t always go with a condom once we get your test results back. Would you like that? Havingmykid?”
The idea of it is almost appealing. This is for Giulio, sure, but he doesn’t give a fuck whose kid it actually is. And getting to take a bitch bareback for a while, especially one as hot as Vanessa…
She shakes her head, and I laugh again.
“At least you’re honest. Tell me, pretty thing, whose baby do you actually want to have? Giulio’s? Damien’s? Mine?”
