The Proposition 3: The Ferro Family (3 page)

Maggie stays with Neil and me for a few days. It’s strangely silent because Neil and Maggie usually fight like the world’s going to end and one of them will have the final say. But the bickering has ceased and only quietness hangs in the air. Bryan hasn’t been around and Jon never tried to collect on his money. I was able to get Cecily to advance me five grand, because she thought that was plenty. I don’t tell anyone that I have it and keep my thoughts close to my heart—or what’s left of it—as I devise an escape plan.

Good people would be ridden
with grief and question their very existence for taking a life, but I don’t. I hate to think of the meaning behind my lack of empathy. A life is a life. At one time, I thought every breathing thing held value and I had no right to destroy it. Now I have blood on my hands, and it will never wash away. They’re stained with sin that goes bone deep and I don’t even care.

I can’t discuss it with Maggie. S
he’ll flip out. And if I tell Neil, knowing him, he’ll call the cops, so I keep my thoughts to myself. Cecily comes around more and more often, and acts like the mother I never had. Her behavior disgusts me. There’s no room in my life for another mother. One was plenty. Once in a while when I go to sleep, I can hear my mother’s voice and that giggle that said she was gone, too stoned to care. I’d stay locked in that tiny closet until she remembered to let me out. Maggie wasn’t so lucky. Her stepfather never forgot her and used her until her little body collapsed.

I don’t know how she endured such things, but then
again, she says the same thing back to me. She acts like my mother was a monster. Mom was no saint, but she kept me clothed most days and out of sight. She could have sold me, but she didn’t. It’s not that my mom brings me the warm fuzzies. No, it’s more that things could have been worse. She could have traded a hit for my young body, but she didn’t.

Meanwhile, the man who was supposed to protect
Maggie was ravaging her instead. I bet anything that she was reliving those nights when Victor had hold of her. Although Maggie won’t talk about it, her posture speaks volumes. She’s sitting sideways in a chair, with her knees tucked into her chest, and her arms folded over her ankles. That’s when the doorbell rings.

I walk over and pat her shoulder, thinking it’s the pizza guy, but when I yank the door open, Bryan Ferro is
standing there with that smug grin on his face. Without a word, I slam the door shut.

Maggie laughs. “You’re going to pay for that.”

“Like I care.” I pad across the room and sit on the couch just before Bryan cracks open the door. I haven’t seen him in a few days. His pallor looks vibrant again and there’s no sleepiness in his eyes.

“Nice manners, Hallie. Real nice.” Bryan scoffs and
steps into the room, closing the door behind him.

I shrug. “It’s abou
t what you deserve.”

“Since when do we get what we deserve? Because if that’s the case, I’d like to file a complaint.” That sexy grin lines his lips and I wish things weren’t so ten
se between us.

“What are you doing here, Bryan?”

He glances around the room. “Is Neil here?”

I nod. “Yeah, in the kitchen. He tries to avoid Magg
ie.” Maggie smirks and wiggles the tips of her fingers at him.

“Well, then he won’t mind if I claim my prize now
, would he?”

Maggie’s jaw drops. “You’re going to
nail her, here, where Neil can see?”

Bryan
actually has the audacity to laugh, which makes Neil come from the kitchen. “I don’t care if he watches, but that wasn’t my intention. I want you here and now. I have an appointment later and I was thinking that with all this blackmail, there’s been very little sex. I intend on fixing that.” Bryan glances at Neil. “Hope you don’t mind if I borrow her for a little bit.”

I don’t offer
consent. I say nothing, but I can plainly see the nukes going off behind Neil’s eyes. Bryan intends to fuck me in Neil’s bed. “Very smooth,” I offer and shake my head.

“You disapprove
?” Bryan asks, sounding shocked.

“It doesn’t matter, does it?” We walk into the master
bedroom and Bryan grins broadly. Neil says nothing, and after a few moments, I hear his car start. The tires squeal as he drives down the street. Bryan grins and leans against the wall with his hands behind his hips. “Well, come on. Take it all off, Hallie. I want to see every inch of you.”

I do as he asks, cold and lifeless. He
notices the fear is gone and that there’s no hesitation. When I’m completely nude, he pats Neil’s bed and asks me to sit by him. “What’s wrong?”

Sh
aking my head, I reply, “No. The deal was for my body, not my mind. And even if I wanted to, I can’t talk about it.”

“Then,
maybe I can help you forget.”

“
Fine, do anything you want.  Anything…” The word hangs between us as my heart pounds hard. I need to be dominated and controlled right now. I need to stop thinking, if only for a moment. I know Bryan can do that, and I want him to.

Bryan pushes his hair out of his
face, revealing a softness to him that makes him seem vulnerable even though I know he’s not.  “What would my Hallie like tonight? Maybe I should come here, or here,” his finger touches my lips as he grins.  “Or are you up for something more adventurous?”

I lean in and
whisper, “Anything. Just get my mind off of everything else. I don’t want to think for a while.”

Bryan steps toward me.
“Sounds perfect. No questions. No answers. And I won’t hold back.”  I can’t speak of what I’ve done or why I need this now. Neil would never approve, but Bryan’s here and willing. I no longer love. The part of my heart that holds compassion and reverence is dead.

Lips parted, I say nothing.  I just nod, and feel my nipples harden. 
The look he’s giving me brings back old times and I want to get lost in the past. I want to forget my life and everything in it. I want him. I need him and my body responds, aching for memories from long ago.

Bryan reaches for me and whispers in my ear.
“I’ll come inside you, deep between your legs and if there’s any left over, I’ll cover your breasts with it and lick them until you’re spotless. Forget yourself Hallie. Let go, let it all go.”

I put my hands on his chest,
sliding off his dark leather jacket, followed by his shirt.  Bryan swallows hard, and tugs me toward him, pulling me by the waist.  His lips hover above mine, hesitantly.  I know he’s thinking of the way things were before—about the things that drove us apart—and that fight.  Without another word his lips come crashing down on mine.  It’s a desperate kiss as his tongue forces its way into my mouth.  He licks me, stroking my mouth as he kisses me, tasting me.  Bryan presses me to the wall showing me how much he wants me. He’s so hard that every inch of his long, beautiful shaft presses firmly against my stomach, and I want him inside me. 

What does that make me? A whore? A person bent on living in the past? I’m engaged to Neil and I’m fucking my blackmailer in Neil’s bed without remorse. I want him so badly that I’m ashamed of it.

Breathless, he pulls away, “How badly do you want me Hallie?” He asks the question as if he can read my mind.

I answer b
y taking his hand and pressing it to my slick skin.  His eyes are on me, watching, as I slip his hand down my body and between my legs. Holding me there for a moment, Bryan strokes the small, sensitive flesh and breathes in deeply.  I savor his scent and the way he feels against me.  As he gazes at me, I spread my legs and look at him. 

Caution flashes in Bryan’s
eyes, but quickly vanishes.  He wonders what came over me, what made me change. The last few times, I held back, but not now. I know he wants to ask, but won’t.

Bryan
leans his forehead against mine. “You’ve always been my wet dream, Hallie,” he whispers. His eyes move around the room.  It’s nothing special. Neil is boring. It could double as a generic hotel room anywhere in the United States. Bland colors, dark headboard, and a chair. 

Bryan grabs my wrist ha
rd and pulls me toward the chair.  “Feet apart.”

I do as he says.  The tone of his voice is perfect
ly domineering.  He takes his belt, and snaps it.  I flinch, wondering if he’s going to strike me, but he says, “Hands behind your back.” 

I
move my hands and he places the belt around my wrists, using it to hold my arms back.  When he’s done, he steps away and looks at me standing by the chair, his eyes slipping hungrily over my curves.  His gaze lingers on the patch of hair between my legs.  He kneels in front of me, and slowly slides his hands up the back of my thighs, pressing his face into the V between my legs as he does it.  When his hands move over the swell of my hips, he inhales deeply, and his fingers press against my skin. 

I
step back, my back and my calves bumping the chair.  My feet start to move back together, attempting to clench the warmth building between my thighs, but he swats me and says, “Come here.”

With a grin on his face, he unties the belt and forms a loop before dragging me over to the closet door
. Bryan makes a slipknot at one end that holds my wrists and closes the belt in the top of the door. My arms are pinned above my head. I loved it when he did this, but it was long ago.

Bryan unbuttons and slowly slides
down the zipper.   He keeps the dark pants on, and pulls out his long, thick erection.  He hesitates, stopping before me, holding it in his hand.  I know he’s questioning himself.  The conflict spreads across his face.

“Do it,” I plead, hanging my head back and letting my hair trail down to my waist.  I know his eyes are on me, watching my body move in front of him, tied up and ready to take.  I’m breathing hard, wanting him to do it.  When a moment passes, I look at him and say, “Take me right now and make me yours
in every way possible.  Do it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, his eyes on mine. 

“Then don’t,” I breathe.  “You’re the one in control here.  Make me writhe.  Make me scream.  Take me the way you want to.  But, Bryan—”

“Yeah?”

“I like things a little rough, more so than before.”  After I say it, my lips remain parted and I take a deep breath.  My chest swells, forcing my nipples toward him.  The door presses against my back and I lean into it wondering what he’ll do.

Bryan
takes my face in his hands.  “If you don’t like it, tell me.”  I nod slowly, his warm hands still holding my cheeks.

It’
s like someone flipped a switch.  Bryan’s eyes grow darker, more carnal.  He releases my face and presses his toned body against me.  Pushing my back into the door, he makes sure I can feel every inch of him. He pulls out a silver chain with tweezers on each end and attaches them to my nipples. I gasp as he tightens them. The weight of the chain tugs, making me bite my lip. When he presses into me, the chains go taught and pull gently as he slides over my body.  A small gasp escapes between my lips.  Bryan watches me, his green eyes locked on mine.  He takes one finger and places it on my pink lips, while his other hand slides lower past my belly and between my legs.  I gasp.  He moves quickly, feeling my sensitive nub with his thumb, smoothing his finger over the silk flesh, and watching my face as he does it. 

My chin lifts as I try not to moan.  I fight the sensations that are erupting inside of me, the feelings he’s creating.  His fingers move on top of my clit,
while he tugs the chain gently.  He feels me growing wetter and then, without warning—without a change in expression—he thrusts his finger inside of me.  He’s still for a moment, watching my eyes.  I blink slowly, feeling him there between my legs. 

Bryan pushes his finger
harder, deeper as he watches me.  His breath washes over my lips making me feel lightheaded.  When he pulls his finger out, he lifts it to my mouth.  Outlining my lips, he watches me, spreading my damp heat like lipstick.  I blink slowly, heart pounding, and aroused beyond comprehension. 

“Taste
,” he breathes and pushes his finger into my mouth.  I flick my tongue against his finger, but he holds it there and says, “Suck the come off my finger, Hallie.”  I hesitate, but he says, “Do it.”  My tongue wraps around his finger, sucking it, tasting what he tastes.  His eyes are burning, watching me. 

As I suck his finger, he lowers his other hand between my legs, parting my smooth skin.  Sensations explode inside of me, but before I can savor them, the feeling changes.  Bryan’s
hard length slams into me, making me suck his finger harder.  He pulls his finger out of my mouth, and wraps his hands around my waist.  He remains still for a moment, breathing fast and hard.  Then he pulls out slowly and thrusts back in, slamming me into the door.  My knees tremble as he slowly drives me crazy. I want more. I want him to manhandle me and make me drunk with passion. Wipe away my fear with lust, erase my memory for just a moment, and take all the pain that’s flooding me with it.

I just want to feel him and nothing else. The world fades away until I don’t know how much time has passed. My arms ache as he uses me, pushing into me over and over again. My head hangs to the side and then tips back. I gasp every time and m
y breasts shake with the force of his thrusting. 

Something uncoils inside of me.  I want his hands on me, doing
everything at once.  Delicate strands of passion erupt inside of me, sending tingles down my thighs and breasts.  Every place I want him to touch sizzles like a live current.  Arching my back, I press my hips into him, only to get slammed back.

His thrusts change to teases, gently p
ushing in and pulling out.  He’s so hard, so perfect.  I want to wrap my legs around his hips, but I can’t.  Jagged breaths consume me and the room is beyond hot. My body is dripping with sweat. Tilting my head back, I look up at the ceiling.  That’s when his hands find my breasts.  My lips form an O, but I say nothing.  He feels the softness, the fullness of my curves as he pushes his long, hard length into me slowly, torturing me, over and over again. 

Taking my nipples between his fingers, he twists them gently
and tightens the clamps.  I cry out, thrusting my breasts to him, but the pole stops me.  Gasping, I can barely breathe. 

He gr
ins, “Shhh.  No sounds from you. I want this between us.” 

I don’t understand. Then why did he parade in past Neil and Maggie? At that moment, I don’t care.
I do as he says and bite my lip to remain silent.  He slams deep into my core again, and my mouth flies open.  I swallow the sound before he hears it.  The only noise is a rush of air being forced out of my lungs. 

“Good girl,” he purrs and pulls out before thrusting back in, deeper this time.  The tone of his voice makes me
melt. 

Before I
can think another thing, Bryan’s fingers clamp around the nipple chains.  His hips stay pressed flush to mine, his length lost inside of me.  My jaw falls open, and I see him watching me, waiting for me to make a noise.  My eyes lock on his, while white-hot sensations swirl through my body, building tighter and higher. He slowly adds more pressure, teasing and pulling my nipples tighter and longer, making the tweezers tighter and tighter.  The heat in my stomach sears through my body. I shift my hips and try to rock against him, but he stills me. 

“No, no.  Not yet.”

I gasp, “I like to be spanked.”

“Really?” I nod.
His hand comes down hard on my ass.  Both cheeks sting.  He does it while he’s still in me, which makes me clench and tighten around him.  He gasps and does it again, and again.  The impact of his hands feels so good. The warm sting sends shudders through me in waves that don’t die down.  They travel through my lower stomach and spread through my entire body. Every delicious tingle courses through me, making me slide my tongue over my teeth.  I do it without thinking. It’s a reaction to him, to what he’s doing to me. 

Without warning, Bryan pulls out.  It makes me crazy.  My hips buck, but I can’t reach him. The belt cuts into my wrists as I pull against my restraints.  I pant, watching him as he moves away from me.  Lust is burning through my body.  I can’t control myself.  Pulling my wrists hard, I try to break free from the belt again, but I can’t.
It just digs in tighter.

He grins, watching me struggle, until I stop and look up at him.  The expression on his face, the intensity of his eyes, makes my stomach flip.
My breath hitches in my throat as Bryan steps close enough to touch me, but he doesn’t.  I’m panting. My eyes are begging him to do something—to make me come, to let me fuck him—anything.

“Tell me what you want,
Hallie.  Beg me for it,” he breathes the words next to my ear. The reaction within me is quick and violent. His warm breath makes my clit throb and it feels like I’ll die if he doesn’t touch me, if he doesn’t finish what he started. He stands so close, nearly touching me, but doesn’t slide his fingers down my waist. He doesn’t touch my breast and doesn’t tease my nipples. It makes me want him even more. I feel like a chained animal, unable to think. “Answer me beautiful woman,” he commands and I feel the sting of his hand on my ass.

My body is so tightly coiled that the slap makes me moan. I didn’t expect it, but before I could bite back my sounds, they flew past my lips. I gasp, shocked that I wasn’t able to muffle the noise or stop it in time. Bryan’s hand flies a second time, harder. He watches my face as I wince under his hand. The sting is
quick, and I know that I’m going to have a problem walking later, but I don’t care. I cry out, saying his name, thrusting my breasts toward him.

A wicked look twists his lips into a sexy smile, “Answer me.” His voice sounds like a growl and when I can’t do anything but pant uncontrollably, his hand lands a third time. But he doesn’t release me. Instead he grabs my cheek in his hand and squeezes. The sting intensifies from the way he grabs me. Bryan’s beautiful body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, as he handles me roughly. “Tell me what you want.”

My voice is a breath.  Every desire races out in a rush, “I want your hands on me, in me.  I want you to fuck me senseless. Fuck me, Bryan.”

“Beg for it,
Hallie. Beg louder,” his grip tightens on my ass making my body press into his. A beads of sweat roll down my spine.

My voice quivers as I beg
, no longer capable of maintaining any ounce of restraint. “Please, Bryan—please!  Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Fill me with come. Please baby.  Please…” I continue to beg him, as his hands slide over my hips and down between my legs.  When he touches my clit, I moan. Bryan leans his head back, watching me. “Fuck me, baby.  Please.” My hips buck into his hand. In response, he tightens his fingers on my clit. I cry out, “Fuck me! Please! Bryan! I need you! Please!”

When I say his name, he shatters.  Before I know what happens, his
hands are holding my wrists over my head as his hard length slams into me over and over again.  He thrusts harder and deeper each time with his hands slipping down my arms. Slamming himself harder and harder into me, he watches my breasts sway and bounce until he takes both in his hands and pinches my nipples hard. I scream out, but it only makes him pinch harder, until the chain falls free. It falls at my feet and he leaves it there.

Bryan moves, pushing into me
faster and faster. The heat between my legs is coursing through my body. It feels like I can’t be tamed. There isn’t enough of him to ever satisfy me, ever. When his fingers clamp harder on my sore nipples, my eyes fly open. He looks me in the eye as he thrusts into me once—hard. My back hits the door and he holds me there, watching me. Lips parted, he breathes saying nothing. His hands gently push the hair back from my eyes. He stills for a moment and I can’t stand it. His dick is in me but no matter how much I wiggle, I can’t get him to fuck me.

With his entire body, he flattens me against the
door. His eyes burn with lust, his brow drips with sweat. “Come for me, baby,” he breathes and pounds into me fast and furious. He doesn’t stop when I scream. He keeps pounding against me until my body can’t wind any tighter.

Each time he sinks into me I feel higher and higher. I can’t breathe, but I don’t want him to
stop. His body crushes me, as he rides me, rocking into me furiously. I moan, and can tell how hard he’s pushing, how much I’m going to hurt later, but I don’t care. In the moment, it feels so good. My skin tingles and is dripping with sweat. My breasts bounce harder and higher with every slam of his body against mine. And without another thought, I come. My scream rips through my throat. I can’t come quietly, not when he does this. Bryan pounds me harder as the delicious swirling sensations erupt throughout my body. I feel him push into me hard and deep, and he comes a few moments later.

Spent, I hang from the
door shivering, ready to fall to the floor. Bryan pulls away and looks me over. Lips parted, he just stares at me for a moment before undoing the belt.  When my hands fall to my sides, my arms burn.  Bryan takes me in his arms and carries me to the bed.  He sits me down in front of him and rubs out the sore muscles in my arms and shoulders. My head droops to the side as he does it. Every inch of me is tingling. I don’t want the moment to end, but Bryan stops.

I turn and look at him. He’s glowing, covered in a thin layer of sweat
that smells so good. I want to lick it off, but I just nod. He turns his emerald eyes away and says, “I guess I should get going.”

“You’re leaving?”
Suddenly, I feel very naked. I pull the throw blanket off the bed and wrap it around my shoulders.

“Yeah, unless you want me to stay and tell Neil all about how I nailed his
fiancée.” He watches me for a second. His brow is covered in sweat and his face is glistening. “What’s wrong?” He could always read me so well. I want to tell him about Victor, but I can’t.

I say something else. “
Neil proposed and I said yes.” I hold up my ring.

“Yeah,
saw that. You really agreed?” Bryan sits next to me.

“Not really. He agreed for me.”
We’re both quiet for too long.

Bryan dresses and says,
“I’ll be back to have my way with you again soon. Next time your asshole fiancée better have you ready for me. And I want you to wear these when you’re with me and only me.” He lifts the chain from the floor and tosses it to me.

The bedroom door flies open and Neil is livid. He glances at
me and back at Bryan, “You think this is funny?”

“No, I think she needs
something you can’t give her. I’m giving you a single chance to break your agreement and fuck your fiancée. But you have to do it like an animal. Satisfy her.”

Neil’s face scrunches in disgust. “
I do satisfy her and without this barbaric behavior. Making love does not have a place for gagging, tying or oppressing women in any way. I’m sure Hallie just took one for the team, you deranged piece of shit.”

That was the crudest thing I’ve ever heard Neil say and I want to laugh, because it’s pathetically weak. The man who’s using me offered to break his agreement if Neil promised to nail me and have monkey sex. The man should have said yes, but he stood by his morals and said no. I’m too tired to think of what that means. What just happened here?

“She’ll be taking more than one hit for the team.” Bryan winks. “I’ll see you tomorrow, sex slave. I have a collar for you and you’re going to wear it.” Bryan shakes Neil’s hand. “You’re a smart man. What are a few months of infidelity compared to a life time of riches, right?”

Neil tightens his jaw.
“So you plan for this to continue for a few months?”