I moved downward, taking his shorts with me, his cock springing free and my mouth inches away from it. I licked my lips. He watched.
“Eme.”
My breath hitched, my eyes meeting his. There was no more anger just pure unadulterated lust, and his lust was for me which turned me on more. I figured I knew what he wanted and took his cock in my hand.
I heard him inhale sharply, and he twitched in my grasp.
I went to take him in my mouth when he clutched my shoulders and shook his head. “Not now. In the shower.” He pulled me to my feet then turned on the taps and brought me in close. “Wear the nightgown.”
I stepped under the spray, the white material sticking to my skin the moment it got wet. It felt odd, like I should be taking it off, but the moment I saw Logan’s eyes, I knew it turned him on big time.
He stepped in the shower then pushed me up against the tiles, his hands grabbing my wrists and locking them in his one hand above my head. It was heated and rough and a hint of fear shot through me as I realized that he could do anything he wanted to me right now.
His mouth took mine with such force and possession that it felt like I was breathing under water. There was something more in his kiss today, as if he was starving for me. Crazed with his need and possession.
It left me weak and trembling.
His mouth broke away, and he bent down suckling my nipples through the material then biting—hard. I moaned, arching against the wall, my muscles stiffening from the pain and then relaxing into the sweetness afterward.
His body slammed into me; his hand in my soaking wet hair then roaming down the front of me as he continued to kiss me. “No other.”
He let me go then pressed on my shoulders, and I went down until I was kneeling in front of him, the spray pounding into the back of my head, dripping down my face like rain on a window pane.
He gripped his cock in his hand. “Suck me.”
As soon as I placed the tip into my mouth, his hands gripped my hair, and he groaned.
I slowly teased him with my mouth, suckling the tip, sliding down then back up again. I slipped my hand around the base and tightened at the same time as I took him to the back of my throat and sucked hard.
“Jesus. Fuck.” His hips began to move, and I relaxed the back of my throat as I took him deeper.
I pulled firmly on him with my mouth, and he shoved his hips forward as he groaned. I gagged, but didn’t stop. Neither did he as he pumped into my mouth until I felt him stiffen and stop—his cock at the back of my throat, a loud growl escaping him as he said my name.
Hot, thick liquid squirted down the back of my throat, and I swallowed as it kept coming and coming. His cum slipped from the sides of my mouth, and the water washed it away.
His cock twitched for several seconds then went still. I went to pull back, but Logan held me in place, my mouth wrapped around him, sunk deep.
“Stay.”
My jaw was sore, but I did what he wanted, my tongue slowly stroking the hot, wet surface of his cock.
“Your mouth around me … never been so sweet.” His hands smoothed back my hair as he looked down at me, my mouth still around him as his cock slowly subsided. “Get me hard again, Eme, then I’ll fuck your pussy against the wall.”
I was so turned on; it would only take him entering me to get me off. Knowing Logan, he’d make it last until I was begging him for release.
I started suckling his cock, the softness soon becoming hard and swelling deep in my throat. He picked me up, placed me against the wall, and then ordered me to wrap my legs around his waist. I did.
He hesitated and my body was begging for him to enter me. I saw his expression harden and when he spoke it was without warmth. “Don’t ever think you’re safe with me. I fuck you because I need release, that’s all you can be to me.”
Then he pushed inside me.
Day 15
Logan’s routine was the same each day. He left me in the morning and returned at night, and we had sex. Passionate sex that made me forget, at least for a while, where we were and who he’d become. But, since those words in the shower, it had changed. Now, I kept my hope guarded. We had sex because it was what he desired and what I needed to make certain I wasn’t sold.
I never called him Logan, and he always had the control, but in a way I felt like I had it too. I saw how much he wanted me, and it gave me power. Or at least I imagined it did.
Despite that, I still felt fear rush through me every time the lock in the door turned. I was never certain if it was the girl bringing my meal or Alfonzo or Raul coming to take me away. The threat of being sold was a constant terror, and I was always on edge on whether Logan was tired of me or had changed his mind about keeping me.
Today Logan didn’t go work-out, and instead had breakfast with me then took me in the shower and washed every inch of me. I noticed the bruises on his skin and each day he looked to be getting more of them. Was his training not going well? Was there the possibility that the fighters here were better than Logan? Or maybe … maybe the bruises were from something else? Was it possible that Logan wanted to leave here?
We came out of the shower and he picked me up, sat me on the counter and fucked me long and slow. He kissed me everywhere as if memorizing each curve and angle. It was sweet, and that smidgeon of hope rose again. I tried to smother it, afraid he’d say something to hurt me again, but it was hard to keep my emotions from reacting to his sweetness.