Page 119 of Claiming Vanessa
I’m already dreading this. It’s bad enough being at their mercy, but being tied down on top of that only adds insult to injury. I look desperately at Damien, silently begging him not to go through with this.
He lets go of me to pick up one end of the rope. He slides it across the palm of his hand and shivers. “Have you used it at all?” he asks Giulio.
Giulio laughs. “You think I’ve got the patience for that? Nah, it’s here for you. Now let’s get her tied up before I die of boredom.”
“If it was possible to die of boredom, you’d have dropped dead long before now,” Slayer says, pulling his shirt over his head. If I didn’t know what kind of person he was, his body would be striking, but it seems even worse now, more muscular in an ominous way.
I let Damien urge me toward the bed. I wish I could think of a way out of this, but I obviously fail in an epic way at finding solutions to my problems.
I watch in apprehension as Damien folds the rope in half. I’ve heard of people playing sex games with rope, but I’ve never seen it in action. I had no interest at all, and I definitely don’t want this to be my first exposure to it.
Damien catches my eyes and gives me a small, muted smile. “Don’t worry. I’ve done this plenty of times.”
Why doesn’t that surprise me?
“Go ahead and lie down,” he prompts, gesturing to the bed. “We won’t do anything fancy so Giulio doesn’tdie of boredom.”
I wish Giuliowouldjust go ahead and drop dead.
I lie down on the bed on my back, staring up at the three men who hold my fate in their hands.
Damien grabs one of my wrists and pushes my arm up toward the headboard. “Keep both hands up there,” he orders.
I obey, unable to do anything but helplessly watch while he starts to expertly wind the long piece of rope around the bedpost. I close my eyes after a moment, but it only makes the sensation of soft rope around my wrists feel that much more immediate. I’m all too aware of it, of eyes on me, of the dull pain in my back where they microchipped me like a dog.
“Hey, Slayer, wanna blow me while we wait for Damien to finish his masterpiece?” Giulio says. “I might lose interest otherwise.”
“How aboutyoudrop to your knees and blow me,” Slayer retorts. “That’ll distract youandkeep your mouth occupied for a few minutes so you can’t keep bitching.”
Their words startle me, reaching me even in my depths of misery. Would Slayer ever give Giulio a blowjob? Would a macho man like that even consider it? It doesn’t surprise me that Giulio is bi, and it doesn’t really surprise me that Damien is, either, but Slayer? I have a hard time imagining him submitting to anyone, especially another man. There had been the kiss between them, but…
“See? This is what I mean about the straight guys.” Giulio pokes my leg. “They never reciprocate, Vanessa. They just expect you to do all the work.”
That seems to be guys in general, not just straight guys, but I don’t say that aloud.
“Aww, come on. You love giving head,” Slayer says. “And you’re so damn good at it.”
“If I’m going to blow anyone, it’s Damien. He’d actually give me a mouthful.”
Damien suppresses a laugh while he ties off the rope. I give my hands a tug, but there’s no give at all. I’m stuck like this.
I glance up at the ropes, and out of my peripheral vision, I see Slayer casting Damien a dark look.
“Real funny, Giulio,” Slayer snaps. “It’s not like that’s ever stopped you before.”
Giulio leans closer to Slayer and gives his cock a squeeze through his underwear. “Aww, it’s okay, I like your… less enormous cock too. But I’m just saying, you want me to ever blow you again, you need to learn to return the favor.”
Damien sits back then and turns to them. “She’s ready, Giulio. Forget about cocks, Vanessa’s cunt is right there.”
Giulio lets go of Slayer and dramatically flops down next to me. I flinch, but I can’t stop him from running his fingers all over my chest, circling my nipples.
“Huh, I thought you’d go for something more elaborate. Like that breast bondage stuff. That’s always hot.”
“I didn’t want to keep you waiting,” Damien says. He starts petting me too, tapping his fingers along my inner thigh. “Look, she’s starting to glisten for you.”
I am not!I want to protest, but I press my lips together, not wanting to speak and encourage them anymore.
“Who gets her first?” Slayer asks, pressing against the side of the bed and caressing my neck like Damien likes to do.