Page 25 of Forbidden Property
Renzo makes it harder to hold back by tightening his grasp on my neck and kissing me while he almost chokes me and fucks me hard against his bedroom door. I stop letting myself think of it as Renzo fucking me and focus on the pleasure between my legs. As the wet slapping gets faster, the pressure of Renzo’s cock sliding into me makes it harder to hold back. He hits my clit with each stroke and the harder he fucks me the closer I get. I hold onto Renzo’s body… letting go.
The orgasm hits me like a huge ocean wave. The wetness inside me gushes and Renzo pushes me harder against the door. We thud together against the door with each of Renzo’s deep strokes. I cry out louder after I cum, trying to get enough air in my lungs to beg him to stop the waves of pleasure. I need time to recover… I get a second orgasm instead.
The pressure explodes and as my pussy convulses around Renzo’s dick, he slows down and fucks me with deeper, but much more hesitant strokes. His cock grows between my legs and I can feel his large veins bulging against my inner walls, threatening to spread another orgasm through my core. He’s getting closer and desperate to hold back.
“You make me cum quickly for an unattractive–FUCK…”
Renzo groans and leans forward, his lips pressing against my neck as he slams his hips forward and erupts between my legs. This is the most forceful explosion yet. I cry out loudly as the force of his cum slamming into my back walls sends my body spiraling into yet another climax. Our bodies thud together against his locked bedroom door. I don’t want to come down off this high and face reality. I just fucked Renzo Taviani.
I hate him. I hate him so much I could burst into tears with the intensity of my loathing for him. But his enormous dick just made me cum so fucking hard…
We signed a contract. We agreed to this. I’m only fulfilling my end of the bargain. I couldn’t actually enjoy fucking this monster because despite what Renzo might think about me, I’m more than just some mop girl. I have enough dignity not to let this white man wrap me around his finger just because he has a big cock and a perfectly chiseled body.
Chapter Fourteen
Renzo
Two Weeks Later
“Raise your leg higher.”
Geralynn whines from her position on the bed, refusing to raise her left leg even higher to give me a better view for drawing her fully nude. “Renzo, Ican’t.”
I’m sick of Geralynn’s whining. Nicki’s choice to hold us here captive wasn’t mine any more than hers. She refuses to make the best of our situation. Nicki assigned us a specific number of calories daily, which is insufficient to maintain the muscle mass required to keep me attractive and fully functional at peak performance.
Being the larger of the two prisoners, Imighthave been using food to control Geralynn again. I find her very compliant during the hour or so surrounding our meal times but otherwise, she’s quite difficult. To keep us both occupied, I took out my sketchbook. Rather, I made a humble request to Nicki that involved threatening to starve Geralynn and the baby. Geralynn was angry at first, but she received concessions as well, which iswhy she agreed (in writing) to taking on this position to model for my sketches.
I calmly remind Geralynn that my power here extends deeper than she realizes, despite the fact that Nicki holds the key to our prison. “If you don’t do it, I’ll reduce your share of protein by 25 grams again.”
She grunts and raises her leg higher. “You’re a sick pervert.”
“I would be a sick pervert… if I were attracted to you. I have absolutely no sexual interest in you. Artistically, you’re very interesting. Don’t worry.”
I don’t want Geralynn losing confidence because she happens to have her labia exposed. They’re really quite fascinating. I’ll have to restrict her calories more if she resists an afternoon session because I am desperately craving a close up sketch of those full lips.
“I don’t give a shit if you find me interesting or attractive. My leg hurts.”
“I’m almost done.”
“You said that thirty minutes ago. Renzo, I’mhungry.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“I’m tired of spending all day with a sociopathic liar who treats me like trash during the day but puts his tongue up my–”
“Fine. Lower your leg. We’re done here.”
I slam my sketchbook shut and leave Geralynn naked on the bed to consider the wisdom behind upsetting me when she’s already going hungry. I need to meet my macros. She clearly doesn’t care what she puts into her body, so I don’t see why I should suffer. Naturally, she takes offense to the notion that she could stand to lose a few pounds. Whatever. I hate her as much as she hates me. So it doesn’t bother me at all when she rejects me. At least when we get out of here I won’t have to worry about her clinging onto me or “falling in love” or something ridiculous like that.
When I storm off, I expect Geralynn to follow me, especially when I take my shirt off and head towards the shower, but she stays on the bed. I watch her take all her showers but she never comes over when I strip naked to watch mine. If I didn’t know better, I would say that she wasn’t attracted to me. But of course she’s attracted to me. I’m over six feet tall, wealthy, and I’m the most attractive man who she has ever seen.
I’m the better looking twin even compared to Gino – everyone says so. I find her disinterest frustrating.
Even more frustrating is the interruption in my efforts to coax Geralynn into some form of compliance. The buzzer on our locked and alarmed prison door blares loudly. My sister using my houses defenses against me is just one of the many parts of this situation that pisses me the fuck off.
Geralynn finally walks into the bathroom while I’m in the shower, grabbing some clothes from the walk-in closet. Except this time, I have the water off and hastily wrap a towel around my waist in case Nicki has come to her senses and wants to let us out early. It’s not dinner time yet – both me and Geralynn know it. We appear dutifully at the door to our prison cell.
“You have time to put clothes on.”
