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I’m not sure if it’s better or worse that he’s no longer talking aboutsnake babies. I whimper as he touches my stomach, not wanting to imagine what it’ll feel like when it does start to grow. I can’t even imagine a year of torment like this. Surely they’d have to get bored long before a year was up…
Which wouldn’t be a good thing for me. If I don’t get pregnant, they don’t have a need for me. If I don’t cooperate, they might put me on the floor.
But is the floor worse than being terrorized by a snake?
I don’t even know anymore.
Giulio pushes my hair aside and kisses the back of my neck. “Damien’s got a whole chart set up that he shared with me. I think I was supposed to check your temp first. And your mucus color or texture or whatever?” He laughs and bites down on my skin. “That’s a waste of time though. Let’s just have at it and see what happens.”
I don’t want to have at it. I try to close my legs, but Giulio pushes me forward, bending me over the desk completely. With his sticky hands—and he’d touched the snake with that hand, I realize with another disgusted shudder—he pulls my folds apart. I feel the head of his cock rub against my hole.
I want to beg him not to do it, but I know it’s pointless. And I remember Elena’s words all too well. I don’t need Giulio to getbored. But he’s getting off on terrorizing me, so does he get off on my begging, too?
I have no idea what to do.
So I do nothing as he shoves his hard cock inside of me, though the sensations on my still sensitive pussy make me gasp. It brings up feelings I don’t like, making me squirm against him.
Giulio groans and bottoms out, pausing once he’s fully seated inside me. “You’re so fucking hot. And your pussy is still convulsing from your orgasm.” Then he draws out until only the tip is left inside me. “You’re… you’re lucky. My old man… my old man wouldn’t have cared about making you feel good. Good thing he picked your sister.”
I don’t want to talk about Emilio Pavone while his son drives into me.
All I can hear in the room are Giulio’s muffled grunts as he fucks me, and my own tiny whimpers when he brushes the spot inside me that never fails to feel so good.
When his fingers brush against my clit again, I gasp, shaking my head. I don’t want him to pleasure me. I don’t want to come around his cock. The last orgasm had been bad enough. I don’t want another one.
“Stop,” I beg. “Just… just don’t…”
Giulio splays his other hand on the small of my back. “Don’t what? I’m not a mind reader. You gotta tell me.”
From the amusement in his voice, he probably knows. He just wants to hear me say it.
“I don’t want you to—to fuck me… but if you do… please don’t make me come,” I whisper. “Please don’t. I can’t… I just can’t…”
“I’m gonna keep going until you come again,” Giulio says cheerfully. “Don’t worry, I’ve got the stamina for it.” As if to prove his point, he rolls his hips again, dragging his cock all along my inner walls and sending another wave of pleasure through me.
“N-no,” I say, tears burning at the corners of my eyes again. Why do I keepcrying? It doesn’t do anything but humiliate me. I’m so tired of my own tears, but I can’t help it. “Please no. Please, Giulio, don’t.”
He keeps playing with my clit, and I have no idea how he has the coordination to fuck me so thoroughly while he does it. I wish he wouldn’t be able to do both, that maybe he’d just come before I even have the chance.
But I’m still so sensitive from the last climax, and he knows how to use his cock.
I bite my lip, trying to swallow my noises. At least in this position, Giulio can’t see my face. He can’t see my tears.
“N-next time—” Giulio murmurs, “Next time, we can pretend you’re one of my pets. I’ll hand feed you, and—” He trails off with a groan as he drives all the way into me once more. “If you can manage to play along. Otherwise, I guess I could force feed you.”
“I’ll… I’ll cooperate,” I say, failing to choke back a moan as he reaches so deep inside of me. “You won’t need to force feed me.”
“Good girl.” Giulio bends lower to kiss my back, and that changes the angle of his cock to something even more electrifying.
His hand drops away from my clit to paw at my ass instead. I wish that meant I could relax, that the pleasure would abate, but the new angle of his cock and the slow way he drags it in and out now, is doing something to my body. I’m flushed all over, almost delirious with pleasure and fear.
It isn’t fair.
My breathing gets heavier as he continues to slowly fuck me, and I squirm, trying to avoid the way he’s rubbing what has to be my g-spot on every single stroke. It’s getting harder and harder to hide my moans, even though I bite my lip harder and harder to try to hold them back.
I don’t want him to know just how close to climax I really am.
Again.
