I feel around inside her, feeling the texture of her inner walls. When I reach a spongy place behind her clit, she yelps as I rub slowly back and forth.
“Oh, yes, I can feel it,” I murmur, adding my forefinger. “I often find that if there’s a problem here, there’s also a problem…here.” My thumb is slick with lube and I swipe it over her ass, pressing into it a little.
“I’m not sure—ah.”
The tight ring of muscle gives way and I push into her ass up to my first knuckle. Chiara breathes hard, one of her legs shaking.
“Aren’t you being a good girl for your doctor?” She’s leaning far over the metal table and I cup her throat and draw her up, her pussy and ass stretched tight around my fingers. I hold her tight by the neck and keep thrusting my fingers into her. “Spread your legs. Arch your back.”
Chiara braces her arms against the table and does as she’s told, and I’m able to drive myself further into her. I drag my nails down inside of her forearm. “You know what I’ve been fantasizing about? Shooting Acid. Not to kill him, just to fuck him up enough that he bleeds a whole lot. Any excuse to stick a needle in your arm and watch your pretty blood drain out of you.”
She licks her lips. “You like taking my blood?”
“The times that I’ve cut you or stuck you have been my favorite fucking things, but I never get to do it just for me. I cut you to get to that tracker. I gave your blood to Acid. When is it my turn?”
“I’m locked in with you. It’s no one’s turn but yours.”
I groan and bury my face in her neck. “Fuck, baby, you know I get excited by the sight of your blood. You think I wanted your virginity just so I could say I was first? I wanted to make you bleed for me.”
Chiara gazes at me over her shoulder with hazy eyes. “Then why don’t you cut me?”
I fist her hair and pull her head back. “Cut your pretty flesh? What if I like it too much, princess? What if I can’t stop?”
“I guess we’ll find out.”
I test her neck with my teeth, just hard enough to make red marks. “Oh, you really want to play doctor.”
Letting go of her throat, I reach for a scalpel and hold it up before her eyes. The instrument glints as I twist it in the light.
“Where should I cut you, princess? A little nick in the side of your neck so your blood runs over your tits? How about your lips so I can taste your blood every time I kiss you? Or down here on the backs of your thighs so I can watch it drip down your legs as I fuck you?”
Before she has a chance to answer me, I ease my fingers out of her and rip off my gloves. Chiara’s bare, beautiful thighs are just begging for the kiss of my scalpel. I place my hand on her thigh, just below the fleshy part of her ass, and hover over the place with the scalpel.
“Here?” I ask.
Chiara grips the table and nods.
“Are you ready? Count slowly to three.”
When she reaches two, I slash her skin. A quick, shallow cut that makes her cry out. Her flesh is pink for a moment, and then blood wells up. I groan and put the scalpel on the table, watching her, mesmerized, as I pull off my T-shirt and jeans. As the first rivulet of blood runs down her leg, I grasp the base of my cock and sink into her wet pussy.
I hold her throat and turn her head so I can kiss her as we fuck. “Aren’t you good for me, princess? I get to make you bleed and knock you up at the same time. How does a devil like me get into heaven?”
I reach down to her cut and drag my fingers up her thigh, and then hold my bloody fingers up in front of her face.
“Or are you my pretty angel I’ve dragged down to hell?”
With red, sticky fingers, I find her clit and rub her in fast circles while I fuck her slowly. She keeps her back arched and her head tipped back so I can kiss her.
“If I’m your angel, then hell feels pretty good.”
I smile against her lips. My balls are aching and I want to fuck her fast, but now that I’ve got her like this with no one to interrupt us, I don’t want to stop.
“Rub your clit for me. I need both hands for this.” I pull out of her and touch the point of the scalpel against her thigh again, right next to the first cut. “Hold still, princess. You don’t want me to mess this up.”
With the blade at the ready, I listen to her panting and soft moans as she brings herself to orgasm, and just as it starts to pass, I slash her with the scalpel. She breathes in sharply, her eyes wide.
“Can you feel your blood dripping down your legs?”
Chiara nods, still panting.
“One more, princess, a little longer this time. Be a good girl and hold still.”
Just one more cut. Don’t get greedy.
Savoring the moment, I position the scalpel carefully, and cut her slowly, blood beading up around the sharp metal. Chiara’s head bows and she whimpers.
I groan and toss the scalpel onto the table. When I thrust into her, I feel her wet blood on my own thigh. I can’t hold back now and I thrust into her deep and fast, one hand braced against the metal table and another fisting in her hair, keeping her in place.
“How’s that, princess? You like being a good girl for your doctor?”
Chiara’s breathing hard, her eyes closed in ecstasy, and she nods. I pull out for a moment, drag my cock through the blood on her leg and then shove myself back into her.
“Your ripe little pussy is going to be full of my cum, and I’m going to fuck it deeper to make sure I’m the one who breeds you.”
I’m brimming with the need to come. Pleasure surges through me and races from my balls to the head of my cock. I grab one of her thighs and hook it up so her knee is on the table and she’s spread wide. I keep thrusting even once I’m finished, getting my cum as deep as I can.
I pull out and admire the sight of the blood dripping down her legs and my cum leaking out of her swollen pussy. With the flat of my hand, I smack her ass once, and smile as an exultant feeling spreads through my chest. That should do it, but I’ve got three days to fuck her to make sure.
I gather Chiara to me and press my lips to the side of her throat one. “Who had sex with you last?”
Chiara pushes her hair off her face and takes a deep breath. “Ummm…Vinicius. Last night.”
Last night she might have been fertile. It would be just like Vinicius to sneak in ahead of me. “We’ll know eventually. If the baby has hazel eyes, it’s his, and if it has blue eyes, it’s mine.”
She shoots me an amused look. “If I am pregnant, and that’s a big if, it could be any of yours. Counting days and taking temperatures is all well and good, but my body isn’t programmable like a computer. It could just as easily be one of the other’s babies.”
Yeah, we’ll see.
“Come with me and I’ll patch you up, princess.” The cuts I made in her flesh are already clotting. I grab what I need and take her upstairs, laying her on her side on the sofa. Carefully, I clean the cuts and apply antiseptic. She hisses in pain as the cold, stinging alcohol cleanses her wounds. I work slowly but thoroughly, murmuring to her as I go.