“Your pussy was so fucking wet, Lia,” he growls in my ear. “Why didn’t you want my fingers? Tell me.”
I swallow hard, feeling very flustered as he keeps his hand on my right ass cheek, while with the other, he drags a finger up and down the sore place on my neck that he’s just squeezed.
This is the moment you’ve been waiting for,my mind screams.This is the moment when you trade your body for safety. Make sure you get that safety. Don’t give your body for nothing.
But a moment later, Logan’s fingers leave my neck to tweak at my nipples through my dress.
And my mind just… shuts down.
I don’t know why I bring my hands down over my breasts to prevent him from playing with them. Maybe because it feels good, and itshouldn’tfeel good. I told myself I would let him use me. But I wasn’t supposed to enjoy it. Why is my body reacting the way it is?
Logan doesn’t let me shield my breasts for long. He grabs my wrists and pins them over my head.
“If you need me to stop,” he breathes in my ear, “Sayred.”
I stare at him in confusion. “Wh-what?”
“Is it red, Lia?”
“I don’t…”
“Want me to stop? I won’t force you. But if I were you, I’d sayred, Lia, because I’m about to destroy you. So is itred?”
“I, uhm… I don’t…fuck!”
Holding my wrists over my head with one hand, he goes back to tormenting my tits with the other one.
I shudder as he rubs over my nipples, blushing furiously when he chuckles at finding them already stiff. I want to die in embarrassment, and yet I can’t seem to utter the word to make it stop. It’s torture being unable to bring my hands down to cover myself, aware that I’m not wearing a bra and that my dress is currently bunched up around my waist… and yet, I just can’t bring myself to say the word.
“I can tell you’re soaked,” he rasps in my ear, his stiff cock pressed against my leg. “Why didn’t you want my fingers, Lia?”
“Why does it matterwhatI wanted?” I snap, hiding my confusion under anger.
“It does matter.” He slides his hand under my dress, finding my tits again and flicking my nipples until my pussy throbs with need. “It matters very much, Lia, because while I may murder women without a second of hesitation, one thing Idon’tdo is violate them.”
“Right,” I hiss, closing my eyes to try to concentrate on anything other than the tingling pressure in my lower body. “I guess you’re not violating me right now, huh?”
“You like it,” he breathes. “I know you like what I’m doing, or you’d say the word.” He twists each of my nipples in turn, his gentle touch turned punishing, before he edges his fingers very slowly to my pussy. He takes his time though, stroking up and down my stomach, and by the time he’s neared my folds, I’m sodesperate I actually… arch toward his fingers.
He laughs again, his hot breath tickling my nape, and I can’t keep down a sob of humiliation.
“What is it? Has my little brat turned into a crybaby again?”
“I hate you so much.”
“Tsk, tsk.” His fingers remain just inches from my folds, rubbing tantalizingly along the space between them and my upper thighs. “Does that mean youdon’twant me to touch you?”
I bite my lower lip so hard I taste blood. “I don’t… I don’t know,” I admit finally.
“Hmm.” His hand pauses, and before I can think about what I’m doing, I’m arching into it again.
Another chuckle that makes me want to disappear underground, and then he flips me around. “I think youdoknow, Lia. I just think you’re too much of a proud little brat to say. Luckily,oneof us has changed since high school. I’m done waiting.”
I gasp as he brings me over to the center of the room, right under the metal hooks Carmelo mentioned. My eyes widen, and when I see him grab a pile of chains from the corner, I shiver.
“Logan… wait… please…”
My body is humming with need, but my mind is growing frantic, because I don’t want him to chain me up and leave me here with dog food. I remember every one of Carmelo’s threats, and by the time he’s finished fixing the chains to my wrists, pulling my arms taut over my head, so taut that my feet barely graze the ground, my body has caught up to my mind.
