Blackmailed by Her Bully

“No, I don’t know.”

He let go of her leg, and his lips traveled down her body going to her neck, sucking on her pulse before moving further down to her nipples.

She watched him. He held her tits up in his hands as some kind of offering before teasing over each nipple. His tongue glided over each one before he used his teeth, sinking them into the flesh.

She cried out his name, not wanting him to stop, and he didn’t. No, he kept on licking and sucking at each nipple until he moved onto the next one. There was no rush to him.

He was the one in charge, and she was merely a pawn in his game.

In that very moment, she didn’t have a problem being whatever he wanted or needed from her. She’d give him anything, so long as he didn’t stop.

He sank to his knees before her. It was such an odd place for him to be, kneeling, looking up at her.

He took her foot, resting it on the edge of the stall. He went from her ankle, kissing up the inside of her thigh, and she couldn’t look away from what he was doing.

When he got to her pussy, she cried out. His tongue went between her slit, sliding through from her clit, down to her entrance, and back up.

She closed her eyes, and he bit down hard. She cried out and looked down at him.

“I didn’t give you permission to close your eyes. You’re supposed to look at me, not anywhere else but at me, got it?”

Nodding her head, he waited, clearly making sure she did as she was told. It was kind of odd having him command her in the shower while he was on his knees before her, but she made no move to stop him.

His tongue went back between her slit, and she basked in his touch, wanting him more than anything.

“Do you have any idea how crazy you make me,” he said. “I was supposed to be listening today to some very important details, but all I could think about was how good you were going to taste and feel. I wanted your tight little pussy wrapped around my dick, sliding up and down me. Once I’ve taken care of you here, you’re going to be doing exactly that.”

He sucked on her clit, and in that moment, she would have given him anything he wanted, without a single question asked. His tongue flicked back and forth, making her melt with every single touch. It was next to impossible not to be aroused, especially as he gripped her ass, holding her tight as he licked at her.

Logan used his teeth and tongue to create the perfect sensation, and the need built within her, becoming almost to the point of pain and pleasure, but combined it was a heady experience.

She never wanted to stop.

Not as he feasted from her pussy, drawing her so close to orgasm, but he wouldn’t let her fall. He teetered her on the edge, and the abyss was so close. She could feel it.

He had all the power, but within that moment, as he held her, she knew she was safe. It was a scary thought to think the man who’d once again put her in her rapist’s path could also protect her, but she knew he would. Luke would never strike while she was with Logan. She just had to find a way to reveal the truth, but there was no way of doing that, not if the sheriff had altered her statements. He didn’t even get her to confirm the written statement he’d copied. Only asked for her signature. She’d been so stupid and naive. What reason did they truly have to believe he’d lie?

Pushing those thoughts from her mind, she wouldn’t let them plague her right now. Not as Logan pushed two fingers inside her and started to work them in and out, pushing her to the edge, but not letting her fall over it.

He kept her poised, calm, waiting on the precipice.

“Come for me, Ava, I want to feel it.”

He did something with his fingers, twisting them inside her, and she had no choice. The pleasure rushed over her. She screamed his name, not wanting him to stop as he made her come. She was on fire for more and begged him to keep on going.

Looking down at his face, she saw he was wet and the shower didn’t even touch him, so all of it was from her.

He lifted up, and before she knew what was happening, he had her in his arms. She let out a cry as he carried her out of the shower. Both of them were still wet, and he laid her on the bed.

“Logan, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to take my time with you. That’s what I’m doing.”