down
my body, and it felt as if the tips of his fingers were trailing
across my skin. I’d never thought myself pretty or attractive,
merely plain and average. My mother called me “a waste of space.”
But when Logan looked at me, it made me feel beautiful, and I never
wanted it to end.
“Hands above
your head.”
I listened,
wrapping my hands around the edge of the headboard.
I knew this is
what he liked—complete submission—and it was maddening, because it
turned me on. I liked it. I didn’t even try to understand it.
I heard the
sound of his zipper and then the rustling of fabric as he took off
his clothes.
“Legs,” he
ordered.
I opened my
legs.
He pulled them
further apart and settled between them. He groaned as his fingers
caressed my breasts then my nipples, hard, and yet, Logan had this
sweetness in him. It existed; I knew it did. It couldn’t just be my
imagination.
“Not tonight.
Not any night. Never call me Logan again.”
I wasn’t
stupid. I knew I’d made a mistake. I had hoped that maybe Logan was
protecting me against Raul. He’d blindfolded me when Raul had come
to the room that one time. Could Logan have suspected I’d crack and
fight if I’d been able to see Raul’s face? Maybe that was why he
dragged me out of the dining hall so fast. Or maybe I was just
being absurd wanting Logan to care about me.
Then he kissed
me, and the Lego blocks in my mind crumbled.
Logan’s kiss
grew stronger as I submitted to him. I didn’t fight. No, I wanted
to feel alive again even if it was wrong. Was it strength to submit
to him because I wanted to? I was fighting for salvation, and if
Logan gave me that then I won.
His fingers
entered me, and I moaned. “Emily. You’re my everything.”
He drove his
fingers in and out, his teeth grazing across my neck then to my
nipples. He suckled and played with them then bit down, and I cried
out with pain, and my hands let go of the headboard.
“Don’t move.”
His voice was demanding, and I knew not to disobey, but I also
heard a hint of sweet in his voice.
I put my hands
back.
Logan bit me
again, and this time I let the feelings flow across my body without
moving. It was pain, and then pleasure came right after. It fed me.
It gave me what I needed, and I awakened to him.
He gripped my
chin. “Look at me.”
I did.
“Tell me.”
“What?”
“Tell me you
want me inside you.”
That’s what he
wanted. My permission. My complete submission. And I gave it to
him. “Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I want you
inside me Lo—” I stopped abruptly.
He waited.
“I want you
inside me ... Master.”
“ Wider,
baby.” I cringed when he called me that. It tore me apart. It
was how he said it,
his tone tender, as if he cared about me. “I want you to look at me
when I put my cock inside your tight pussy.”
I parted my
legs wider as I stared up at him; then he entered me, and I moaned
as his cock filled me completely. It was like the world became a
safe place the moment he was inside me. As if he was mine and I was
his and nothing around us existed anymore.
I hooked my
legs around his waist and arched my back wanting him deeper,
closer, needing him encased into me as he pumped madly. Our bodies
slapped together as if he was spanking me, the sound vibrating
through the room. I kept my arms above my head, but it was hard not
to run my hands the length of him.
Suddenly he
grabbed me around the waist and flipped me over. “Cheek to the
pillow. One hand on the headboard.”
My breath
hitched.
“Ass in the
air. I’m going to fuck you from behind, Emily.”
I raised my
ass and felt his hands grab hold of my hips. Oh God, it felt sweet
and hot, and I wanted him back inside me. I knew I was going to
come fast with him taking me like this.
He didn’t
enter me right away, instead his finger slid down my ass crevice
then, slowly, further down into my pussy then back up again as he
dragged the wetness up to my ass.
I tensed as he
circled the tight
my body, and it felt as if the tips of his fingers were trailing
across my skin. I’d never thought myself pretty or attractive,
merely plain and average. My mother called me “a waste of space.”
But when Logan looked at me, it made me feel beautiful, and I never
wanted it to end.
“Hands above
your head.”
I listened,
wrapping my hands around the edge of the headboard.
I knew this is
what he liked—complete submission—and it was maddening, because it
turned me on. I liked it. I didn’t even try to understand it.
I heard the
sound of his zipper and then the rustling of fabric as he took off
his clothes.
“Legs,” he
ordered.
I opened my
legs.
He pulled them
further apart and settled between them. He groaned as his fingers
caressed my breasts then my nipples, hard, and yet, Logan had this
sweetness in him. It existed; I knew it did. It couldn’t just be my
imagination.
“Not tonight.
Not any night. Never call me Logan again.”
I wasn’t
stupid. I knew I’d made a mistake. I had hoped that maybe Logan was
protecting me against Raul. He’d blindfolded me when Raul had come
to the room that one time. Could Logan have suspected I’d crack and
fight if I’d been able to see Raul’s face? Maybe that was why he
dragged me out of the dining hall so fast. Or maybe I was just
being absurd wanting Logan to care about me.
Then he kissed
me, and the Lego blocks in my mind crumbled.
Logan’s kiss
grew stronger as I submitted to him. I didn’t fight. No, I wanted
to feel alive again even if it was wrong. Was it strength to submit
to him because I wanted to? I was fighting for salvation, and if
Logan gave me that then I won.
His fingers
entered me, and I moaned. “Emily. You’re my everything.”
He drove his
fingers in and out, his teeth grazing across my neck then to my
nipples. He suckled and played with them then bit down, and I cried
out with pain, and my hands let go of the headboard.
“Don’t move.”
His voice was demanding, and I knew not to disobey, but I also
heard a hint of sweet in his voice.
I put my hands
back.
Logan bit me
again, and this time I let the feelings flow across my body without
moving. It was pain, and then pleasure came right after. It fed me.
It gave me what I needed, and I awakened to him.
He gripped my
chin. “Look at me.”
I did.
“Tell me.”
“What?”
“Tell me you
want me inside you.”
That’s what he
wanted. My permission. My complete submission. And I gave it to
him. “Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I want you
inside me Lo—” I stopped abruptly.
He waited.
“I want you
inside me ... Master.”
“ Wider,
baby.” I cringed when he called me that. It tore me apart. It
was how he said it,
his tone tender, as if he cared about me. “I want you to look at me
when I put my cock inside your tight pussy.”
I parted my
legs wider as I stared up at him; then he entered me, and I moaned
as his cock filled me completely. It was like the world became a
safe place the moment he was inside me. As if he was mine and I was
his and nothing around us existed anymore.
I hooked my
legs around his waist and arched my back wanting him deeper,
closer, needing him encased into me as he pumped madly. Our bodies
slapped together as if he was spanking me, the sound vibrating
through the room. I kept my arms above my head, but it was hard not
to run my hands the length of him.
Suddenly he
grabbed me around the waist and flipped me over. “Cheek to the
pillow. One hand on the headboard.”
My breath
hitched.
“Ass in the
air. I’m going to fuck you from behind, Emily.”
I raised my
ass and felt his hands grab hold of my hips. Oh God, it felt sweet
and hot, and I wanted him back inside me. I knew I was going to
come fast with him taking me like this.
He didn’t
enter me right away, instead his finger slid down my ass crevice
then, slowly, further down into my pussy then back up again as he
dragged the wetness up to my ass.
I tensed as he
circled the tight
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