His finger pushed, and I tensed.
“No, Eme. Don’t fight it. I promise it’ll feel good, but it can’t be if you won’t relax.”
I took several deep breaths, then moaned, as he pushed his finger inside my tight ass at the same time.
“Oh God.” It felt full and weird and ... f**k, it felt illicit and amazing too. Then when he started pushing his finger in and out like he was f**king my ass while he continued to play with my clit, I nearly exploded.
“I’m going to f**k your ass one day. So tight and sweet, and you’ll love having me balls-deep inside you.” God, why was I so turned on by that? “Now, I’m going to f**k your pu**y, and you’re going to scream.”
He placed himself at my entrance then pushed hard and deep. His hand was on the small of my back pressing me down while his other grabbed my hip, fingers digging into my flesh. His balls slapped against me as he thrust over and over again.
I was panting and arching my back while I pushed back against him.
“Come, Eme. Touch yourself.”
I did, and I within seconds I was coming and crying out as he continued to slam into me. Both hands were now holding my h*ps as he yanked me back into him with a fierceness that sent my orgasm into a long, drawn-out high.
“Fuck.” He suddenly stopped moving, the tips of his fingers digging into my skin as I felt his c**k jerk inside me. “Jesus.”
When he slipped out of me, the syrupy warmth of Logan came with him and ran down the insides of my thighs. I was about to lie down, spent, and fully sated when he stroked my head then down my back to my ass where he caressed my ass cheeks.
“Don’t move.”
The mattress dipped as he lay down beside me and stared at me with my ass in the air, arched and body heated. After several minutes, he hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me down beside him then kissed my temple. “Your pu**y is made for my cock.”
Yeah, it was. The problem was despite what we shared sexually, I knew I’d leave him without a second of hesitation if given the opportunity to escape. Maybe I had this secret hope that we’d leave together, but it was small, a fleck of dust in a tornado.
I was falling asleep, wrapped in his embrace when I definitely heard the words, “Dream sweet, Emily.”
Chapter 8
Day 11
It was morning, and Logan left me alone like he usually did when he went to train. I lay in bed, lost in my thoughts of last night when the door suddenly opened. I scrambled off the mattress and knelt on the floor my heat thumping erratically at his unexpected early appearance.
Logan shut the door.
The lock turned.
Then he came toward me. I stared at the floor, hands resting on my thighs, although resting was not a word I should associate to how I was feeling—more like reeling with uncertainty. Had I done something wrong? Why was he back earlier? My mind went over in reverse everything that happened last night. Had I called him Logan? Did I not do everything he asked?
“Up.”
I stood.
“Shower. Now.”
I walked to the washroom, and he snagged my hand before I had the chance to pull off the nightgown. It was flimsy and see-through, but it was the only clothing I was allowed, so I wore it.
“Undress me.”
I looked up at him, and I saw the darkness mixed with lust swirling in his eyes. Hesitantly, I put my hands on the edge of his T-shirt then pulled it up over his head.
“Drop it.”
I let the shirt slip from my fingers.
He waited. I was staring at his muscles that were tight and flexed. Logan didn’t have a six pack; he had an eight pack and each one was glistening.
“Emily.” His low, warning tone had me reaching for his shorts. My fingers gripped the material at his hips. “Slowly.”
I moved downward, taking his shorts with me, his c**k 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 c**k 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 ni**les 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.