He gripped his c**k 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 h*ps 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 h*ps 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 c**k 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 c**k 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 c**k slowly subsided. “Get me hard again, Eme, then I’ll f**k your pu**y 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 f**k 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 f**ked 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.
I knew it was dangerous thinking Logan would get us both out of here, but when he was like this, I couldn’t help it. The constant fear was exhausting and hope was all I had left. I think my mind gave me hope on purpose to keep me sane. If I lost hope then I’d lose myself.
He left me for several hours and returned at dusk with an outfit in hand. I knew what it was for. Tonight was his fight. He’d told me he was fighting against a guy who’d never been defeated. He also told me there was a big dinner party planned afterward. One that would be like the first time I’d entered Raul’s compound.
He laid the outfit, or lack of, on the bed then held out his hand, a piece of jewellery hanging from his fingers. It was just like what I’d seen the other girls wear—a collar. “Come here, Emily.”
I rose and walked toward him, my heart pounding as I stared at the silver necklace.
“Turn around.” I did. “This will protect you from the other men. You belong to me. They will know that.” He pushed my hair aside then reached around, and I felt the coldness of the collar as it settled on my skin. “There’s things you won’t want to see tonight.” I put my hand up and touched the intricate silver links that weaved around my neck. It was beautiful and yet ... this place and the meaning the collar represented made it ugly. He turned me around and placed his hand under my chin. “You must submit completely to me. If you do anything ...” His hand dropped, and he strode away and began pacing back and forth across the room, his hands shoved inside his front pockets. It was rare Logan looked uneasy and perturbed. He was always steady and certain of himself.
He looked different tonight—nervous. Could he be worried that he’d be defeated? “You must do exactly as I tell you.”
I nodded. “I know.” Behaving was imperative as Logan had told me some of Raul’s top buyers were going to be present. What I didn’t know was who they were buying, and I was terrified it would be me.