Page 32 of Forbidden Property
“Renzo…”
“I need you,” I growl. “I need you and I need to mark your ass…”
She whimpers. “Renzo, no…”
“Why not?” I whisper. “You do horrible things to me, Geralynn. Maybe you always did and that’s why I wanted to hate you so badly. You make me question things I was taught not to question…”
I reach in front of her squirming body and make an effort to stop her from fighting me by pleasuring her clit. I spread her lower lips open and press the pad of my finger against her engorged nub. Geralynn sucks in sharply and then her body shivers and melts against mine. We get closer. I rub her slowly as she lies there, pinned to the bed beneath me and utterly at my mercy. Her round, thick ass cheeks press into my bare crotch and I fight the desire to slide inside her without her saying “yes”...
She spreads her legs as I continue to rub her and I can feel her getting closer to a peak of pleasure as I touch her.
“Would it be enough if I apologized?” I murmur. “You want me to grovel and beg you and plead with you? Wouldn’t that take away the authority that draws you to me…”
“That’s not what draws me to you, Renzo…”
I growl and run my tongue slowly along the length of her neck. She shivers with obvious pleasure and I’m not so sure she doesn’t have a natural submissiveness to her that my behavior in particular activates. Most women won’t melt like this forjust anyone, especially not someone like Geralynn who keeps to herself and her best friend, my sister.
“What then?” I whisper. “Because I am utterly turned on by everything about you, especially that growing baby bump.”
My cock thumps against her ass with excitement at the mere thought of my seed growing inside her. There’s something primal about claiming a woman permanently like this and the layers of taboo surrounding my attraction to Geralynn only scrambles my brain more. I want exactly what I shouldn’t – especially now.
“I can’t sleep without your cunt.”
“You sound desperate.”
“I am.”
“I’m worthless to you, Renzo. Use your hand. I’ll count sheep and mind my business.”
My cock throbs against her ass. She tempts me towards the dark side again with her insistence on pushing me away. Why does she hurt me like this?
A dark thought enters my head. Use my hand? I strip the blankets back away from the two of us and Geralynn’s body relaxes once more as she foolishly believes I’m following her instructions to touch myself to satisfaction.
Instead, I raise my palm and land a hard, purposeful smack on Geralynn’s thick, tempting ass cheeks. She squeals. Loudly.
“What the hell is wrong with you!”
I pin her down by her lower back the moment she reacts, pinning her in place while she calls me a few insulting names. I raise my hand and smack her ass again. Geralynn doesn’t squirm this time. She waits for me to take a break and catch my breath.
“You are so fucked up.”
“Yes.”
“That’s why I’m drawn to you.”
“Silly,” I answer, holding my voice steady, despite her persistent efforts to make me crack by saying just the right words.
I don’t smack her again. I pause, because for the first time since we got trapped in this fucked up situation, I have some understanding of what allows Geralynn to submit to my strangeness.
“I’ve always liked broken things,” she says.
“Is that what I am?”
My chest feels like it’s about to explode. There’s nothing more terrifying than being seen when you’re used to hiding in the shadows. Her ass must be throbbing in pain. Something about smacking her while my cock presses against her ass and both of us engaging in this strange physical release seems to have drawn us into an alternate reality.
A more real version of ourselves exists here in this bed…
“Of course you’re broken, Renzo. But it’s strangely beautiful…”
