Mistress of the Damned

Elney

Logan’s fingers dug into my forearm in sharp bits of pressure that I was sure were going to leave bruises. Wouldn’t be the first time.

Logan didn’t even bother to grab my robe off the chair as he dragged me from the massive photography studio, leaving me to stumble behind him as the camera clicked. I looked back in time to see Jesse take off after us, camera in hand.

Logan wasn’t interested in an audience. He slammed the door behind us before turning down a hall, and another, taking a different way back to my dorm than when we had come.

The white walls were lined with windows on one side. The sun’s rays reflecting into the long tunnel made it seem as bright as the photography studio. I would have thought we were walking through nothing but light if it wasn’t for the doors that lined the wall opposite the windows. Door after door, each marked with numbers in red ink. The only color besides the dark jeans and jacket that Logan wore. The heavy fabric rustled as we passed the dorms of so many other girls, sounds bleeding through the gaps in the doors like I had never heard before.

“Fuck yes!” a deep voice echoed behind us and I turned, half expecting Jesse to be right there. It was just the empty hallway though, and the sounds of grunts. Like someone was trying to open a jar.

“Come on, Elney,” Logan snarled, pulling me around a corner and sending me stumbling. I nearly fell into him.

“I’m sorry, Logan,” I gasped as we turned another corner, my feet shuffling in an attempt to regain my footing. “I didn’t mean to disobey. I know I’m not supposed to play down there, I was curious…”

My plea for understanding was cut off as he turned to me, his jaw pulsing in a rage I don’t think I had ever seen before. He looked pissed. He also looked like he was trying to swallow a worm.

“You are causing all sorts of problems for me, Elney,” Logan said, the pressure of his fingers increasing as he turned, yanking me after him again and down a hall that I wanted to say looked familiar.

If they didn’t all look the same I would know for sure. At least this hallway didn’t have heaving and grunting voices.

“What did I do?” I asked as Logan pulled me into one of the many rooms, thankfully it was mine and not the room with all those straps and bands that he normally took me to when I was in trouble.

I hated when he tied me up and spanked me.

Mostly because it made me think of things that I probably wasn’t supposed to think about. Thoughts that would be a million times worse now that I knew what a cock looked like.

I swallowed, stumbling into my room as Logan released me, and closed and locked the doors behind us.

“I tried to take good pictures, Logan,” I said, my eyes burning as tears threatened. I stiffened, clenching my jaw. I refused to cry in front of him.

“Your pictures were fine, Elney. Perfect.” He ran his hand through his hair and turned from me, staring at the door before he slammed his fist into the wall, the plaster cracking beneath his knuckles.

I shrieked and jumped back, why the hell was he so mad. Wasn’t I supposed to take good pictures?

“You’re always perfect,” Logan said, fist still against the crumbling plaster, his shoulders heaving as the muscles in his back pulled. “That’s the problem.”

“I don’t understand.” My voice was shaking, my knees locking in place as I wound my arms around myself. I had been naked in front of Logan for years. It was part of his role as a handler. To raise me, protect me, help me know what men would desire in me.

I don’t think I had ever felt quite so naked as I did right then. When he turned back to me, a damp agony dripped from his eyes in a raw emotion I had never seen from him.

He always got mad at me for crying, yet right now he was doing just that.

“Logan?” I asked, my hands gripped my sides tighter as Logan stepped closer, the emotion in his eyes vanishing so fast that I wasn’t sure I had seen it at all.

“Elney,” Logan said with that deep husk that always spelled danger. “You have defied me. You did not follow the rules. I saw the lust in your eyes, you wanted that cock in you.”

Oh shit.

I had imagined it. He wasn’t sad. He wasn’t crying. He was pissed. I swallowed and stepped back, spine curling in fear despite myself.

Before I could take more than a few steps, his hand shot out. Instead of grabbing my nipple as it normally did, it captured my neck, his long fingers wrapping around my throat as he lifted me to my full height, slightly choking me.

I gasped and sputtered, and he loosened his grip a touch, although he did not release me.

“Tell me, Elney. Did you imagine that cock inside of you?” His eyes were dripping in black now. His hand stretching up as he pulled me to my toes, my body stretching and prancing as I tried to keep my footing.

Logan smiled and looked down, watching me move as though my body was on display. His smile stretched.