Page 46 of Claiming Vanessa
“Although I am jerking off,” Giulio continues. “Or I would be, if you guys could get on with the show.”
Vanessa’s eyes dart up to the corner, where a steadily blinking light indicates a camera’s presence. I don’t know if Giulio’s actually watching or not, but it amuses me that she thinks he is, and I don’t tell her he’s probably too lazy to actually pull up the feeds from the club to check them out.
“Can you get Damien to let go of her, then? We were having a nice, intimate moment,” I say.
“I’m thinking… Eiffel tower? Damien takes her cunt, you take her mouth. And I won’t insist the two of you kiss, although it’d be hot. I just want to hear everything.” Giulio groans a little, and I hear the slide of skin against skin.
I’m disappointed that I’m relegated to having her mouth, but I can’t argue too much. I did get to have her cunt first, after all. I’m mostly just glad he didn’t let Damien kick me out, partially because I want Vanessa and partially because I know it’ll piss him off.
“Giulio…” Damien starts, but then he catches my gaze and shakes his head. “If you want to do this kind of acrobatic sex regularly, we need to get Vanessa a better bed.”
“Yeah, yeah, we can discuss that later. Vanessa, get his cock out, make sure it’s nice and hard. Slayer, put the phone closer so I can hear it.”
“C’mere,” I say, tossing the phone on the bed and moving close to it. “We’ll stand right next to the bed. The damn thing would break if all three of us tried to get on it.”
Vanessa doesn’t move.
Damien places his hand around her throat and starts stroking lightly. Vanessa’s eyes widen in fear, which looks so damn sexy on her.
“Vanessa, remember what I said? It’s easier to give in to Giulio’s whims.” Damien even smiles a little. “And you end up having fun, half the time.”
“You end up having funallthe time!” Giulio complains. “And hurry up, before I actually get bored. I would not pay for your porn channel, not right now.”
“Just get him out and get him hard so he can fuck you,” I say, feeling Giulio’s impatience. I unfasten my own jeans and shove them down, taking my half-hard dick in my hand and starting to stroke. “Hurry the fuck up. I want your mouth.”
Vanessa lets out a pathetic little whimper, but she reluctantly reaches down, and this time, she lightly squeezes Damien’s cock through his slacks. She starts to unbutton them, pulling down the zipper, but she hesitates when she sees him.
I am absolutelynotenvious of Damien’s dick size.
“What’s happening?” Giulio asks, startling Vanessa. “Does she have her hand around him yet? Actually, wait, Vanessa, describe Damien’s cock to me.”
“It’s… big,” Vanessa mumbles, though I can’t help but wonder how many cocks she’s had to compare it to. He’s notthatbig, after all. She slowly encircles it with her hand, squeezing lightly.
“I know it’s big. Does your hand wrap around it? Test it out for me. Get him hard. He’s not much of a grower, anyway, so what you see is what you get. But come on, be more descriptive than that. What color? Curvature? How’s it smell?”
This is going to take for-fucking-ever. “Giulio,” I cut in. “Can we just get to the main event? We don’t need to talk about Damien’s dick forever. It’s not like you haven’t seen it a hundred times by now.”
“Slayer,” Giulio says, with a little edge to his voice, “I was talking to Vanessa. Who should thank me for saying she had to suck you and not Damien.”
The little jab at me has me feeling a bit sullen, and it’s all I can do to bite back a snarled curse at Giulio. The little shit knows how to get under people’s skin, that’s for sure, and I’m not immune to him.
Damien takes Vanessa’s hand and covers it with his own. “I’m not that large,” he says. “Her hand can handle me just fine. Here, Vanessa, if you start moving your hand like this…” He guides her movements, and for just a second his breath hitches. “Yes. That’s good.”
I stroke myself, for all that I’m not having a particularly fun time now. Damn Giulio and his fucking games. Damn Damien for coming in and interrupting.
“C’mon, Vanessa,” I tell her, not even bothering to hide my impatience. “Tell Giulio what he wants to hear. Describe Damien’s cock to him. Don’t you want to get on to the baby-making part? I know that’s what you’re looking forward to most.”
Vanessa’s cheeks are flushed, and she casts a miserable look at me, but she can take a hint well enough. “He’s… he fits in my hand,” she mumbles. I watch her stroke Damien’s cock, helped by his hand. “I can’t see what color he is… But he’s hard.”
“Ugh, you haven’t gotten better at acting since yesterday.” Giulio scoffs loudly. “Seriously, worst porn podcast ever. You think Vanessa would be louder if you just slice her up a bunch? Then at least I’d hear her pained screams.”
I brighten at the thought, and I squeeze the base of my cock hard. “Oh, I could definitely do that,” I assure him. “I was careful before, but it’d be fun to let loose.”
I don’t miss Damien’s glare, which I return with a triumphant grin of my own. As long as Giulio’s in charge, he doesn’t get to treat his little broodmare like a precious darling all the time.
Vanessa pales, and she nearly falls over in her haste to get to her knees in front of Damien.
“Giulio, don’t scare her,” Damien says as he strokes Vanessa’s hair. Like she isn’t just as terrified of him. “She’s on her knees now.”