“Play with your nipples.”

My eyes flew open and a tweak hit my belly at his words. I slowly slid my hands up my body to my breasts. When I started playing with my nipples the desire in his eyes intensified.

“Oh fuck.” His entire body stiffened beneath me, and I didn’t have to look at him to know what I was doing to him. And damn, it felt good. I still liked when he took control, but being where we were, and after giving all my control over to him, and knowing what this place stood for ... Well, having him succumb to me made me feel strong again.

I pinched my nipples hard and then reached down, grabbing his hands and putting them over top of my breasts. “Touch me, Logan. I need you to touch me.”

And he did. There were no more games as both of us lost ourselves to the desire. Panting with the need for possession. He sat up, taking me with him, then his head lowered and he suckled my nipples, rolling his tongue over the tender surface.

“Now, Emily.”

I wanted to tell him to wait, but the truth was I couldn’t. I put my hand between us, took his cock, and guided it inside me. I threw back my head, and he groaned as I pushed him deep, and he fell back against the mattress.

I started moving, and he reached between my legs and circled my clit sending my body into a whirlwind of aching yearning that was climbing higher and higher with each stroke.

“Logan.” I placed my hands on his chest and pushed harder and faster, my limbs shaking and stiffening.

“Fuck. Now.”

“Wait.” I demanded, and his fingers lost rhythm on my clit for a second at my words.

He made a low growling sound in the back of his throat, and then his hips were pushing up, matching mine as he drove inside of me.

I yelled, “Now!”

Logan threw me over onto my back in one motion and then thrust into me several more times—hard. Relentless.

I came hard. Long. And I screamed as I did it.

He was completely still, the veins in his neck throbbing, his cock jerking inside me as he finished coming.

When our eyes met we both knew that tonight was something more than either of us had expected. It was cathartic and powerful. Logan had given me control in a place where I had none. He’d given me the option to say no. He’d given me my dignity back.

He leaned down, and then he was kissing me soft and gentle; it was beautiful, and it was a kiss that had me sighing as he roamed over my mouth lazily.

Logan slipped out of me then went to the washroom where I heard the tap running. When he came back to bed, he instantly pulled me into his side then kissed the top of my head.

He never said anything, and neither did I. We’d always been good with quiet moments, as if we both knew words would only ruin the beauty in the silence.

It was only when I was drifting off when I thought I heard him say, “Dream sweet, Emily.”

Chapter 7

Day 10

“You interrupted me.” His voice was steady and clear. “You spoke without being asked.” His voice rose. “And you fuckin’ called me Logan.” He was pacing back and forth across the room. “Fuck.”

I’d been kneeling beside the table in the main dining room. Dave had been there as had Raul. They chatted about the upcoming fight while I knelt for an hour on cold stone tiles beside Logan’s chair and was fed from his fingers.

I had to go pee, and I’d made the mistake of calling him Logan. I’d never seen him so angry. His entire body went from relaxed and casual to rigid and dangerous within seconds.

Raul and Dave were silent as Logan turned to look down at me like I was some dog that just bit his ankle. His eyes ... God, they’d been intense, and yes, I was scared because of what I’d done. But it was a mistake, Logan had to have seen that.

He’d shoved back his chair so violently that it fell over backward, then he grabbed me by the arm, and before I could even gain my footing he was dragging me out of the dining room.

He didn’t stop until we were back at his room, where we were now.

Before last night I’d been a dying flower. Pieces of me falling to the ground, shriveling up and disintegrating day after day. I was surviving, but barely. I’d been losing the part of myself that thrived in the sun, the lightness that came with living. But then last night, Logan awoke the woman I used to be and gave me what I had starving for.

I thought things may have changed between us.

I was wrong ... The coldness had descended over him locking out everything we’d shared.

It was devastating.

And it was cruel.

“Emily.”

I jumped at his sharp tone. “Yes. Master.” I avoided his eyes, lowering my head. There wasn’t a fight left in me. He’d taken away that trickle of hope with how he reacted in the dining hall. Did he do this to me on purpose? Maybe that was why he held me in his arms, brought my body alive at night ... So he could break me down in the morning, destroy me over and over again. So I could hate myself more than him.

His footsteps approached, and I stiffened, uncertain what he’d do, yet hoping he’d never physically hurt me. He’d awaken my body to his touch, but never once had he harmed me. But he let others hurt me, hadn’t he? He watched them. Did he get off on that? Had he enjoyed watching Alfonzo whip me?

It was his quiet sigh that caused me to swallow my fear. His finger touched beneath my chin, and he raised my head. He was inches away from me, and I tried to stop feeling. I tried so hard, but I failed.

“Emily.”

My heart crashed, because the way he said my name made the fear heighten.

“Don’t do it again.” He watched me for several seconds, then turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him. I collapsed onto the bed and cried.

It was dark by the time he returned, and I was brushing my hair after my shower while I looked out the window seeing nothing but imagining everything. As the door shut and locked behind him I turned and knelt on the floor, the brush laying forgotten beside me.

The floorboards creaked as he walked toward me then stopped.

I held my breath.

He reached down and drew me up in front of him then lowered his head. My heart skipped a beat, the pit of my stomach dropped, and my breath seized all at the same time.

His lips descended, soft and tender, as he slid his tongue inside my mouth. His arms encased me in his embrace, the hold on my body fierce and unrelenting, unlike his kiss that was sweet, gentle.

I tilted my head back, and he deepened the kiss groaning.

He nipped my lower lip then picked me up in his arms with one swoop and carried me to the bed. Without letting me go, he lowered me onto it then followed, his weight lying on top of me.

“You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”

I was in a way. I belonged to him. I had sex with him. And at night I loved him, but with the rise of the morning sun came the hate for the man who was doing this to me.

“Do you want this?”

Was I weak because I craved his affection? Wanted to be stroked and caressed and loved by this man so badly that I felt dead inside without him? Did it make me pathetic?

“Emily.”

I closed my eyes and whispered, “Yes.”

He gently dragged my nightgown up and over my head; then his eyes roamed down my body, and it felt as if the tips of his fingers were trailing across my skin. I’d never thought myself pretty or attractive, merely plain and average. My mother called me “a waste of space.” But when Logan looked at me, it made me feel beautiful, and I never wanted it to end.

“Hands above your head.”

I listened, wrapping my hands around the edge of the headboard.

I knew this is what he liked—complete submission—and it was maddening, because it turned me on. I liked it. I didn’t even try to understand it.

I heard the sound of his zipper and then the rustling of fabric as he took off his clothes.

“Legs,” he ordered.

I opened my legs.

He pulled them further apart and settled between them. He groaned as his fingers caressed my breasts then my nipples, hard, and yet, Logan had this sweetness in him. It existed; I knew it did. It couldn’t just be my imagination.

“Not tonight. Not any night. Never call me Logan again.”

I wasn’t stupid. I knew I’d made a mistake. I had hoped that maybe Logan was protecting me against Raul. He’d blindfolded me when Raul had come to the room that one time. Could Logan have suspected I’d crack and fight if I’d been able to see Raul’s face? Maybe that was why he dragged me out of the dining hall so fast. Or maybe I was just being absurd wanting Logan to care about me.

Then he kissed me, and the Lego blocks in my mind crumbled.

Logan’s kiss grew stronger as I submitted to him. I didn’t fight. No, I wanted to feel alive again even if it was wrong. Was it strength to submit to him because I wanted to? I was fighting for salvation, and if Logan gave me that then I won.

His fingers entered me, and I moaned. “Emily. You’re my everything.”

He drove his fingers in and out, his teeth grazing across my neck then to my nipples. He suckled and played with them then bit down, and I cried out with pain, and my hands let go of the headboard.

“Don’t move.” His voice was demanding, and I knew not to disobey, but I also heard a hint of sweet in his voice.

I put my hands back.

Logan bit me again, and this time I let the feelings flow across my body without moving. It was pain, and then pleasure came right after. It fed me. It gave me what I needed, and I awakened to him.

He gripped my chin. “Look at me.”

I did.

“Tell me.”

“What?”

“Tell me you want me inside you.”

That’s what he wanted. My permission. My complete submission. And I gave it to him. “Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I want you inside me Lo—” I stopped abruptly.

He waited.

“I want you inside me ... Master.”

“Wider, baby.” I cringed when he called me that. It tore me apart. It was how he said it, his tone tender, as if he cared about me. “I want you to look at me when I put my cock inside your tight pussy.”

I parted my legs wider as I stared up at him; then he entered me, and I moaned as his cock filled me completely. It was like the world became a safe place the moment he was inside me. As if he was mine and I was his and nothing around us existed anymore.

I hooked my legs around his waist and arched my back wanting him deeper, closer, needing him encased into me as he pumped madly. Our bodies slapped together as if he was spanking me, the sound vibrating through the room. I kept my arms above my head, but it was hard not to run my hands the length of him.

Suddenly he grabbed me around the waist and flipped me over. “Cheek to the pillow. One hand on the headboard.”

My breath hitched.

“Ass in the air. I’m going to fuck you from behind, Emily.”

I raised my ass and felt his hands grab hold of my hips. Oh God, it felt sweet and hot, and I wanted him back inside me. I knew I was going to come fast with him taking me like this.

He didn’t enter me right away, instead his finger slid down my ass crevice then, slowly, further down into my pussy then back up again as he dragged the wetness up to my ass.