The Proposition 4: The Ferro Family

by H. M. Ward

  “Did you kill Victor Campone?”

  CHAPTER 7

  I don’t want to answer, but I promised I would. I can’t say it out loud though. Plus, Bryan wasn’t there. He doesn’t know what Victor would have done, what he’d already done to Maggie. I nod twice and feel my throat tighten. “I didn’t plan to do it, but he hurt Maggie and I had already watched him kill someone else. Maggie said he wouldn’t leave us alone.”

  “Tell me.”

  I look up at him with my mouth hanging open and shake my head. “I don’t want to burden you with this.”

  He touches my cheek lightly, “But you need to. You’re carrying so much weight on your heart that it’s going to be crushed. Tell me. I’ll take your secret to the grave. I promise.”

  I make a gasping sound and scold him. “Bryan, that’s not funny.”

  “It wasn’t meant to be. Whatever you tell me is between us. I swear it.” He smoothes my hair as I rest my face against his legs and retell one of the worst nights of my life. I stare blankly at the wall, unable to look at Bryan’s face.

  My heart races faster and faster until I confess that I slit Victor’s throat. “The worst part is I’m not sorry. I’m not. I can’t be, not after seeing what he did to that woman and then to Maggie. I’m glad he’s dead and if that makes me a monster, so be it.” I laugh bitterly. “I used to be afraid of becoming my mother, but I’ve surpassed her.” I shake my head and refuse to look at him.

  “You’re not a monster, Hallie. Victor was a monster.” Bryan’s trying to see my eyes. “Hallie, look at me.” I don’t move. He tugs me to my feet and nestles me in his lap, wrapping his arms around my bare body. “I have no reason to lie to you or soften anything.” He takes my chin and lifts my face so I can see his. “You’re not a monster, and if you hadn’t killed him, I would have.”

  “What?” I ask surprised he’d say such a thing.

  “There’s no way I’d let someone like that get near you. I had no idea things were that bad. I’m so sorry.” He holds me tight and kisses my temple. “You’re a fighter. You’ve always been a fighter. Never give up, Hallie. Use Neil if you have to. Keep Maggie with you, and never, ever give up.”

  Our eyes lock and I don’t have the guts to ask what I want to know the most. My stomach dips and I offer, “I made a promise a little while ago. Are you up for it?”

  “Anything I want?” I nod, smiling shyly at him even though I’m anything but shy in bed. “Yeah, I’m up for it, but then I take you home. You need rest. You’ve been through a lot, Hallie. We both have.” I think he means that he’ll need sleep, or more meds—I’m not sure which—but I agree. And he’s right. I have been through a lot. I feel drained, but I can’t leave him, not yet.

  “So, which sexy scene should we replay?” I ask.

  Bryan grins like he already knows.

  CHAPTER 8

  Reaching for me, Bryan takes me by the wrists and turns me toward him. His gaze is intense, which makes me shiver. My pulse jumps a notch. He’s still wearing his jeans and I’m not wearing anything. “Bryan,” I say nervously. “What are we doing?”

  “No questions, Hallie. Take my hand and come with me.” He reaches out and his warm fingers intertwine with mine. It sends jolts of electricity up my arm.

  “Come here.” Bryan pulls me to my feet and flips off the lights. The room is pitch black. The bed is somewhere behind me. Bryan pulls me to the center of the room and stops. Before I know it, his hands are on my face. He pulls my mouth to his and kisses me like he’ll die if he stops.

  His lips press to mine as his tongue slides inside my mouth. Desire swims in my stomach. I lean into him, moaning. Before I know what happens, I feel his hand on my backside. The slap wasn’t too hard, and it didn’t sting very much. “Quiet,” he commands.

  Oh, I see, we’re playing this game again. He wants to control me. I’m his toy and I can only speak if he lets me. I love the feel of the sting on my skin. I savor it so much and at the same time, I want to cry out. I want to challenge him to try and control me.

  He kisses me harder, pressing my naked body against a wall. I can’t see anything. I can only feel. I feel his body pressed to mine. I can feel the curve of his toned muscles and the heat wafting off him. He smashes into me, and I feel like I can’t breathe. Every inch of my skin tingles and I want his hands on me, in me.

  Bryan pulls away, and I feel disappointed. A light shines in my face. I can’t see him. “Touch yourself,” he commands. My jaw drops. We never did this, not this way. I lower my hand to my breasts and start to massage them, teasing the nipples, pinching and rubbing.

  The light in my face is blinding. I wish I could see him. I lower my head and continue fondling my breasts, swaying my hips while I do it. This seems to appease him. I want him to think I’m sexy. I want him to want me. When I think I’ve done it long enough, I raise my hands over my head, and arch my back, sliding my hands back down my arms and over my breasts as I look toward the light.

  Bryan steps forward and attaches the chain from the other night. He takes each nipple in his mouth, pulling it taut before attaching the clips. They’re tighter than before. I gasp as he does it, but I don’t ask him to stop. My line between pleasure and pain blurs with him. I want to see what he’s planning.

  “Do that again.”

  I move, swaying my hips and holding my hands above my head. The chain sways between my breasts and tugs at my nipples as I do it. I purr and repeat the motion, once, then twice. I feel Bryan’s eyes on me, although I can’t see him. I make soft, sexy sounds as I sway, running my hands over my curves for him. The situation has me so aroused that I can’t ignore the heat between my legs, the steady pulsing that only grows hotter and hotter.

  I can’t help but notice that I am wearing nothing and I don’t care. I like being naked for him, especially when he’s not. Bryan stops me. He comes into the light and wraps the chains in his fingers, gently tugging as he pulls my mouth down on his. I moan, falling into his arms, pressing my body against his.

  Bryan pulls away, breathing hard and takes his belt off his jeans. He grabs my wrists and pulls them over my head fastening my wrists to a metal shelf above my head. It was meant for luggage, but now it holds me captive. My heart is crashing into my ribs. I take in a deep breath, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn’t. After he has me tied up, he lowers his head to my nipples, and sucks each one.

  I bite back the noise I want to make and he rewards me. His hand finds its way between my legs and strokes at my tender flesh. My hips remain still without him asking, knowing this is what he wants. His fingers dance between my lower lips, tugging and pinching my clit. He watches my face as he does it, shining the light so he can see me, trying to make me cry out. My lips part and my mouth opens, but I don’t make a sound.

  He purrs, “Good girl.” And without any warning, slides two fingers into me. The movement shocks me and I move. Unable to do as he says, my hips slam into the wall to move away from his hand. In response, he pushes harder burying his fingers deep within me. His breath is on my neck, exhaling loud and hard as he moves.

  I gasp realizing the mistake, saying, “I’m sorry. I didn’t.” I want to please him. I want to do as he says. I know the rules of this old game and I just broke one. I’m supposed to move when he says, speak when he says, and come when he allows it. Until then, I’m his. If I do what he wants, I’m rewarded. If I don’t, I’m punished. Talking is a severe punishment, but I can’t shut up.

  Before I can say anything else, I feel his punishment land across my ass. His fingers remain inside me as he does it. I clench in response, my pussy tightening around his fingers making him press in harder. My mouth opens into an O. Pleasure and pain mix together and course through me. I want to scream, but I don’t. I bite my lip and remain silent.

  Bryan watches me as he does it, placing the flashlight on a dresser that’s within reach. The dim light gives just enough glow that he can see me. And he likes to watch. His eyes narrow as
one hand pushes harder into me. As his other hand strikes my ass, the look on his face is somewhere between lust and anger. He sees my expression when his hand lands on my skin. The silver chain swings between my breasts and he feels my damp heat tighten around his fingers in response.

  I remain still and take my punishment, loving every second of it and craving more. Bryan slides his fingers back, touching my clit as he splays a hand on my stomach, and says, “I have another little gift for you.”

  “Oh?”

  He disappears and returns, kneeling in front of me. “Do you trust me, Hallie?”

  CHAPTER 9

  I nod. “Then, not a sound,” he says reaching between my legs. He strokes my clit and then something cold bites into my skin—a ring. He tugs the clit ring gently. A rush of air comes out of my mouth. My nipples harden and I want him to touch me more, but he doesn’t. He lets go of my new ring and stands before me. Those green eyes rove over my body, filling me with heat. Every pulse point in my body throbs, craving his touch.

  Raising a finger to his lips, he inhales my scent on his hands and says, “We skipped one of your preferences.” Before I can answer, he slips the finger into his mouth and closes his eyes.

  The movement is so sensual, so animalistic that I can’t think. My mind is enveloped with a lusty haze. “What?” I breathe.

  His eyes flick open, and he takes the finger out of his mouth. “I haven’t told you how I want to take you.” He stands before me, holding up another finger to my lips. He traces my mouth and I can smell my scent on his fingers.

  “It is,” I breathe. Before I can say anything else, he pushes his finger into my mouth and I suck. My tongue strokes his finger and he grins at me, slowly pulling his hand away like it’s covered with candy.

  He denies me another taste. I stand there panting, wanting him. The reaction I feel when he controls me like this is unparalleled. I pull against the belt, trying to free my hands. I think about breaking every rule at once just to see what he’ll do, but I want the answer to my rule first.

  His eyes slide over my body before he steps toward me again. His finger traces a line from my lips to my pussy. I suck in as I try not to react to his touch, but it feels like every part of my body will come if he touches me. I can’t stand it. I want him. I need him. I pull my wrists again and his eyes flick up above my head and back down to my face.

  He wraps my nipple chain around his fingers and yanks it hard. I gasp as he leans close saying, “Last night I came in your pussy, and while that was amazing, I think it might be fun to see what other things you excel at.” He twists the chain as he speaks, his eyes locked on mine. My face contorts with pleasure that I can’t hide. His voice is deep and dripping with sex, “I want to fuck your face, Hallie. You’re going to swallow my cock and suck me off. How does that sound?”

  As soon as he says it I’m wetter. My pulse pounds inside of me, making me hotter. Every inch of my body is on fire and I can’t deny him, “I’d like that.”

  He drops the chain and watches it bounce before saying, “Lower yourself.” Confused, I hesitate. There’s a little slack, and I can, but I was picturing his dick stroking my cheek and then thrusting into my mouth. I wanted to suck him and swallow his come. I’m frozen, unable to comprehend what he’s doing.

  Bryan grabs a pillow, and turning his back to the pole, lies down. Taking the flashlight, he aims it up between my legs and smiles. His head is between my feet, looking up at my pussy.

  “Sit on my face, Hallie,” he commands.

  My stomach flips. “I thought I was going to swallow your dick?” My voice is breathy, like the idea appeals to me, because it does.

  He smiles up at me, “You want that, don’t you?” I nod wanting it very much. My body pulses with the thought of tasting his cock in my mouth. My lips swell and I want him there in my mouth, my tongue stroking his long hard shaft. Right now.

  He laughs, “In a second, Hallie. I want to taste you first. Sit on my face. Slide that perky ass toward my mouth and let me lick you.” My heart pounds, but I can’t move. I’m not sure I should, but I know I’m not supposed to think. I’m supposed to do what he says. His eyes narrow, “Do it or I’ll punish you again.”

  I can’t breathe. I want this. I choose this. I want his lips on me, sucking my clit. I want him to eat me and taste me. The idea makes me wetter. Fighting the urge to pull my knees together, I lower my back against the wall, sliding down a little bit until I feel his lips on my pussy. A burst of warm air rushes from his lips to mine. I can feel the warm, rich heat between my legs, the slow pulsing throb that hopes to become something more. The belt tightens, keeping me from lowering myself further, keeping my hands tethered above my head, but when I twist my wrist, I notice that I can pull my hand out. It was the way he tied me. I could pull free and lower myself completely. Oh God.

  His tongue flicks the clit ring and sends convulsions through my body. I hesitate above him, not feeling brave enough to fall all the way to my knees and spread my legs the last little bit. I want to, but something stops me. The punishment for such a thing would be severe, plus there’s something about the action that’s so carnal—so animalistic—oh, but I want it. My heart is pounding, but I can’t think. My body and my brain are at war.

  Not giving me the option, Bryan grabs my hips and pushes up hard, making my pussy come into full contact with his mouth. All thoughts cease as I bite back a moan, and close my eyes. His tongue moves inside me. Jutting in and out, he’s tasting and licking every inch of me. His tongue traces the soft curves and licks the sensitive folds. Pressing deeper, Bryan moves harder with his mouth. He takes big greedy licks of me, starting with his tongue on my ass and stroking me hard. My breasts tingle with every taste, every time his tongue takes another pass. My arms are burning from being over my head so long, but I don’t care.

  Shadows fill the space, and I can’t see anything. Bryan moves the light at some point so that it shines on up in a narrow beam beneath me. A dim glow circles my bottom, just enough to tell that his face is under my ass. My heart pounds as his tongue works, darting and tasting me. Each pass becomes more vigorous, more demanding. His tongue dips deep into my pussy and licks hard, stroking me.

  In response, I throw my head back. If my arms weren’t tied to the luggage rack, I would have fallen. I gasp in pleasure.

  CHAPTER 10

  The reply to my sudden outburst was a nip of my clit while his hands gripped my ass hard, forcing his way deeper into my folds. My body tenses¸ but I don’t make another sound. The silver chain bounces, tugging my tender nipples. I push back against the wall and close my eyes, enjoying what he’s doing to me—how he’s making me feel.

  I start to rock, to shift with his movements, to feel him more, but he clamps my hips in place. His voice is muffled but I hear him perfectly, “Stay still, Hallie. Don’t move.” I whimper in response. His fingers dig into my hips and he holds me in place so I can’t move. He’s grinning. I can feel his beautiful smile beneath me. I nod and he releases my hips.

  He starts again, slowly sliding his tongue over me, licking every inch of my wet skin. I tense to keep still, to remain silent. My breath comes harder and faster. My breasts ache, dying for his touch. Suddenly, he yanks the chain that attaches to my nipples. The shock makes me shriek. He quickly responds with his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to his lips. His teeth nip my clit harder this time and tug the ring.

  I bite back the sounds I want to make. I fight for control, and feel that I’m losing. As he releases me, I try to remain still. I try not to writhe against his face, but it’s nearly impossible. The only way to fight the onslaught of sensations is to tense and try to not think about how he’s making me feel.

  When his teeth slide over my clit, he teases me more, sucking me harder and harder. His fingers thrust inside me, pushing deeper. My lower lip is caught between my teeth. I bite it hard to keep silent. My back is arched, trying to remain still, even though I want to ride his face. It takes every ounce of sel
f-control to do as he says. I breathe slowly, feeling every sensation he sends through my body. Meanwhile, he’s winding me tighter and tighter. I can’t spread my legs far enough for him to kiss me as deeply as I want. My stomach twists in beautiful knots. I want more. I need more. I need him to fuck me and never stop.

  I beg him, “Fuck me, baby. Do it. Please.”

  But he doesn’t. Instead, he holds me tightly to his face and eats me, until I nearly come in his mouth. Yanking the chain, he pulls my nipples as he sucks my pussy making me completely unable to sit still. Every inch of me is screaming out, needing to be sated. My body is so hot and completely covered in a thin sheen of sweat. My hair is stuck to my skin as droplets of sweat drip down my back. When Bryan finally pulls away, a rush of cool air hits between my legs. I fight back the sounds that I want to make as he rises.

  For a moment he does nothing. He just watches me and breathes hard. The intensity of his gaze nearly makes me come. I feel his eyes on me, burning into me through the darkness. Bryan stands and pulls me up by tugging the chain on my breasts. The pressure on my nipples is powerful, but it only makes me want more. Through lowered lashes, I look up at him. He’s already standing over me, and I’m still panting with my knees bent. I move quickly, standing upright. He drops the chain, and as it falls, I shudder and bite my lip.

  He unties my hands and says, “Turn around.”

  CHAPTER 11

  My arms burn and I rub them as they fall to my sides. I do as he says and remain silent. My breasts ache for his touch, with my nipples taut. My legs are together, crossed at the ankle. I’m wringing my hands, wondering what he’s going to do.

  I feel his breath behind me, his voice commanding in my ear, “Spread your legs.”