Page 26 of Forbidden Property
“Strategic advantage,” I mutter nonsensically. She doesn’t even care that I’m completely naked standing beside her. Her focus is solely on the door and possible freedom. After two weeks together and constantly pleading for Geralynn’s attention with either my words or my tongue, she hasn’t budged even an inch in her persistent loathing. Frankly, it fascinates me to have someone this bent on hating me for absolutely no reason at all.
It’s not the so-called “bigotry” that Geralynn might claim. Her hatred runs far deeper than that and I suppose I invite it with the name calling. I shouldn’t entertain the idea of breaking her emotionally and getting her to admitsomedesire for me, but her powerful hatred towards me makes the thought of bendingGeralynn in the opposite direction a pretty strong temptation. I’ll need entertainment for the next ten months, won’t I?
And it’s different from actually giving a crap about her.
“Nicki, we’re here,” Geralynn says, doing a remarkable job of hiding the impatience she must feel. My sister definitely betrayed their friendship with her stunt despite her conviction that Geralynn will forgive her in the long term. It’s a pretty big assumption that isn’t backed by very much except Nicki’s hopes and dreams. Maybe that’s what I mean by a strategic advantage. Getting Geralynn to fall in love with me would give me the greatest advantage of all in any future negotiations with my sister out of or through this situation.
It makes perfect sense. Slowly, I interlace my fingers with Geralynn’s, ignoring the fact that my own heart races faster. It’s all fake, I tell myself. It’s all about showing my sister we’re a united front to trigger her insecurity and not at all because after two weeks in this bedroom with Geralynn, my attachment has only grown.
After a few painful seconds of waiting, Nicki’s voice crackles over the loudspeaker. She truly sounds like a hag.
“Good morning, you two. I have good news. Your pregnancy test has arrived. Within a few minutes, my assistant will distribute the medical test through the slot in the door and you will take it as soon as possible. Remember, to obtain your release, we need to seetwo lineson that pregnancy test.”
Geralynn and I exchange a glance that I wish was softer. I have some sympathy for her condition, just not in the way she expects or even wants right now. The thought of having to change my schedule for a child fills me with both dread and loathing. I can’t imagine she relishes the thought of offspring that shares my blood either.
“I know you’re not going to forgive me right away, Geralynn. But I promise, this is the best way I can think of to help you.”
“Thanks so much,” Geralynn says sarcastically. Nicki doesn’t reply. I feel strange satisfaction that Geralynn is on “my side”, although she hardly looks at me as the metal door opens and Nicki doesn’t give us freedom, but a possible life sentence. Geralynn doesn’t want to reach for the box. I want to get this bullshit over with. If I don’t get her pregnant, I’ll be stuck in here with Geralynn while she has her period.
The thought disturbs me since I have absolutely no interest in pampering Geralynn while she bleeds everywhere. I don’t mind fucking her while she bleeds, but her attitude problem is bad enough without hormonal disturbances. Menstruation would only make captivity worse.
“Go take this. Get back here when you’re done.”
She glares at me. “Thank you for stating the obvious, Renzo. I had no idea I had to take the pregnancy test. I thought you were going to bend over so I can shove it–”
“Enough. Take the test.”
The tips of my ears burn. Whenever I fail to fight my desires for conflict with Geralynn, I lose control over myself. These incidents happen more and more lately, which concerns me deeply. If she ends up pregnant, I will have to take even more drastic action to protect myself against any hormonally inspired attachment.
Cruelty will work. The more inspired actions I take to remind myself that Geralynn is not just beneath me but not worth my consideration as a complete person… the easier it will be to keep my feelings out of the picture. I’ll beat everything I feel for her out of her if that’s what it takes.
I sit with my back against our prison door examining my sketches while Geralynn takes her pregnancy test. I enjoy placing her in more compromising positions as time goes on. I don’t want this to stop when she’s pregnant, either. I could havea collection of fascinating sketch work as her body changes from my seeding.
My earlier sketch almost immediately gets my dick hard. It’s not necessarily because of Geralynn… Just the way I drew her nipples. And her exposed lips. I smudge some of the charcoal pencil shading work on my sketchbook page with my thumb to improve on my work. After a few precise smudges, the drawing looks even better.
Geralynn emerges from the bathroom, tears welling up. I can’t guess which outcome would inspire her to cry like this just from looking at her. I rise from my position on the ground and stick my hand out as I close the distance between us.
“Give it here.”
Chapter Fifteen
Geralynn
Your worst enemy is the most fertile man you know. I don’t care that a positive pregnancy test means our “freedom” because that so-called freedom is a fucking illusion. I won’t be “free” at all. The contract Nicki forced me to sign will be effective immediately with the second stage kicking in as soon as a doctor detects a heartbeat.
I don’t want to think about any human being having a heartbeat that shares my blood and Renzo’s. This baby will grow up calling a man who thinks of me as less than dirt their father. I won’t be able to tell if I have morning sickness or genuine worsening anxiety about the reality of what’s happening here.
When Renzo sees the test, he wraps me up in a warm hug that makes me want to throw up. If Renzo is showing me affection, I’m in a shitty situation. This man thrives when I’m miserable.
“Don’t worry,” he whispers. “We can get back at my sister for doing this to us… together…”
A shiver travels down my spine. I don’t respond to him because I haven’t worked out my feelings about Nicki yet. Involving Renzo in this conflict seems like a mistake. I know he’s her brother, but doesn’t that mean she knows even more thanI do how terrible of an idea this is? I don’t understand Nicki’s motives. In her letter, she says that she wants to help me, but I can’t understand her reasoning.
I thought I knew Nicki. Now, I wonder if she’s more like Renzo than I thought. I feel like I’m caught in some twisted family game. Maybe Renzo was right about one thing – I’m not meant to be a part of their world.
Nicki opens the door. Rather, her assistant does. We can’t see who exactly she has working for her due to his mask, but she found a man even bigger than Renzo. I don’t know how Nicki armed her assistant before this timed release, but Renzo’s eyes travel immediately to the weapon in the guard’s hand and strapped to his body. His grasp on my hand tightens and if I didn’t know Renzo any better, I would have mistaken the squeeze as an effort to comfort me or get closer to me.
Truthfully, he knows we’re better off united against Nicki and it’s his anti-social lizard brain’s last ditch effort at getting me to like him. I can turn off my brain while Renzo has his dick inside me and focus on the pleasure but outside of those moments, I remain in complete control over my feelings toward him. I remain unmoved by the past two weeks, more disgusted than ever by his relentless demands.
