“Yes, I kinda figured that you would want to cut down now that you have Lindsey. How is she today, by the way? We were all rather worried about her last night.”
“She’s fine, Rissa. Pedro’s magic cream certainly helped.”
He couldn’t help the slow grin that spread across his face at the thought of his little bird, and Rissa cleared her throat.
“If I may be so bold, Sir?” He looked up in surprise at her issuing that title. They normally didn’t use it when she was at work.
“I thought you always were, girl.” Logan followed her example and an impish smile appeared on Rissa’s face.
“I’m glad you found Lindsey. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that smile on you. It suits you, and you deserve to be happy.”
“Thank you, I think. If that’s all, you best head home to your Master, girl.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Rissa had bopped out of his office with a huge grin, and Logan had sat there for ages pondering everything the girl had said.
She was right, of course. He’d had moments of happiness, at least, since Lindsey had come back into his life. He couldn’t deny that, and he wasn’t ready to put a label on his feelings for the girl, but he knew what he had to do to set him free to be able to do that in the future.
Mind made up, Logan said his good-byes to Bridget, who was in the process of shutting the place down for the day and, having swung by his favorite florist, made a detour to the cemetery.
The place was almost deserted and the streetlights threw an eerie glow along the paths. When he reached the simple headstone that marked the place where he’d buried Elena’s ashes, he placed the bunch of lilies in his hand into the vase provided. He traced the words on the stone.
Elena Festher, beloved wife. RIP
Looking over his shoulder, to make sure he was unobserved, he started talking.
“Hey, kitten, I’m sorry I haven’t been here a while. Lots has happened. You’ll remember Lindsey, of course. Maurice’s and Georgina’s girl? Well, she got in a spot of bother, and I couldn’t just let her get married off to Montgomery.” He spat the words out through clenched teeth. “You’ll remember that piece of slime, too, I’m sure.”
The breeze kicked up at that moment and the feel of it on his cheeks almost felt like Elena’s caress. Folks would no doubt call him crazy if they knew he came here to talk to his dead wife, but it brought him closure like nothing else would. As he filled her in on everything that happened, the last of his guilt lifted away.
“So, you see, I’m trying to be happy without you, kitten. I really am, and I hope I’m doing a good enough job of it.”
He fell silent, listening to the wind rustle the big oak trees surrounding the cemetery. An owl hooted from somewhere and Logan stroked the head stone one last time.
“Bye for now, kitten. I’ll bring Lindsey, next time, if you like. I think…I’ll always miss you, you know that, but I think it’s time to let this go.” He gestured between him and the stone, tears closing up his throat at the thought. A gust of wind blew the leaves across the path, and he could almost see Elena’s smile in the formation on the path.
He was either losing the plot, or she’d just given him her approval.
* * * *
Lindsey’s smile of happiness at seeing Logan’s car in the drive evaporated when she pulled up outside of his house that night, because the front door flew open before she’d even shut off the engine.
Logan stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, his face like thunder.
Why on earth was he so angry? Did he not like what she’d done inside? Not that she had done much, just rearranged the living room furniture a bit, and…Put Elena’s picture in the spare bedroom. Shit, maybe she should have left it where it was, but it had seemed disrespectful to the woman to leave her facing the wall. Her stomach churned as he approached and wrenched open her car door.
“Where the fuck have you been, girl? And why aren’t you answering your damn phone?”
“My phone?” Lindsey’s brain took a while to catch up with the meaning of his words, and when he grasped her by the elbow to help her out her car, she winced. Her ass still protested sudden moves, that was for sure.
“Did you put that cream on, at least?” he asked, and she blinked again at the sudden change of subject.
“Yes, of course, Sir.”
He let her go, reached inside her car, and grasping her phone shoved it in her face.
“No ‘of course, Sir’ about it. See.”
Lindsey took the phone off him with trembling fingers and her eyes widened in horror at the number of missed calls from him.
“I’m sorry, Sir, I never heard any…Dammit.” Turning the device on its side she could see why. “It must have set itself to silent again, when I pulled it out of my bag. It keeps doing that. I’m sorry. I would never ignore your phone calls, Sir.”
Misery made her voice shake, and when Logan framed her face in his hands and studied her, his stern expression relaxed somewhat.
“I should hope not. We will get you a new phone if this one is playing up.” Taking a deep breath in he shut his eyes for a second, and when he opened them again, she lost herself in the concern she read in them.
“I was looking forward to finding you here when I came home, little bird, and when you weren’t and I couldn’t get hold of you…I was worried.”
His voice dropped an octave on the last few words, sending delicious shivers down her spine.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
Logan pulled her close and pressing his lips to her forehead, sighed.
“Yes, well, it’s freezing out here, so let’s take this inside.”
“I’ve got groceries in the boot, Sir.” At his look of surprise, she smiled. “For dinner. I was going to surprise you with a home-cooked meal, but it all took much longer than I thought it would, and yes…”
She couldn’t form the words, because Logan’s expression changed to the one that instantly made her wet.
“Dinner, you say? Funny, that. I was looking forward to having my dinner, too.” The way he said that made her swallow hard and back up against the car as he crowded her in against it. Dipping his head, he inhaled deeply next to her ear while rubbing his stubble along the sensitive skin there. A whimper escaped her, and his lips curved into a smile. Lindsey’s breathing went into overdrive when he grazed his teeth along her pulse point before lightly biting down.
“Do you want to know what I was looking forward to eating, sweetheart?” he asked.
Not able to form the words at that moment, she simply nodded. Logan chuckled, and stepped away just enough to run the tip of his index finger along her jaw, down to her collar bone and into the valley of her breasts. A gasp escaped her when he flicked one of her nipples, determined to break free from the restraint of her bra, it seemed, and then bent his head and suckled its counterpart into his mouth through the fabric covering it.
Lindsey threw her head back and groaned, her hands idly fisting in his hair, whether to keep him there or push him away, she couldn’t be sure right now. Cars drove by on the main road, their headlights illuminating them both briefly, and Lindsey shut her eyes. If they looked this way, any passerby would be able to see exactly what Logan was doing to her as she writhed against him.
“How wet are you for me, right now, girl?” he asked, briefly coming up for air. Lindsey gulped seeing his eyes, the usual bright blue almost black in his arousal, and she clenched her thighs to relieve the immediate ache in her pussy at his words.
“Cat got your tongue, girl?” He smirked at her, and cool air hit her cunt as he pulled her skirt up to her waist. Goosebumps broke out on her legs, not least because voices approached on the path.
Logan, too, heard them, because he winked at her, kicked her legs apart, and cupped her crotch.
“Hmm, soaked through, just like I thought you would be. My beautiful, naughty girl.”
Another whimper escaped her when he grasped the delicate
side straps holding her knickers up and ripped them off her. The voices got louder, almost upon them, and Logan dropped to his knees and flung one of her legs over his shoulder, exposing her wet pussy to his gaze.
The cold air rushing across her heated flesh was a shock, yet it only served to notch her arousal up further.
“Best keep quiet while you come for me, girl, or those folks will get to see more than they bargained for.”
Lindsey bit her lip to stop her groan of pure need as Logan went to work. Licking across her labial lips, he parted them further, and blew across her clit. His warm breath was such a delightful contrast against the cold that the little bundle of nerves contracted. Shivers raced across her skin, and she grasped hold of his hair again to steady herself as he sucked the nub into his mouth. Flicking his tongue across it repeatedly, he drove her insane, and her hips took on a life of their own, bucking against his face, as her orgasm built.
When Logan pushed two fingers inside her and curled them upward until he found the one spot designed to drive her crazy, Lindsey clamped a hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming, but, oh god, how she wanted to, just as the two old dears whose voices they’d heard stopped right at the bottom of the driveway. If they looked up, they would see them, parked as she was behind his car.
That knowledge should have put her off, but it had the opposite effect, as Logan relentlessly pushed her toward an orgasm so intense, Lindsey had no idea how she was going to survive it. She bit down on her hand as the contractions started, tasted her own blood, as she desperately tried not to make any noise to give them away. As it was, the wet sounds her pussy was making as Logan finger-fucked her sounded obscenely loud to her. Helplessly shaking in the forceful climax Logan rung from her, she screwed her eyes shut. That way, if they did see, at least she wouldn’t have to know about it.
How long this went on for Lindsey couldn’t determine, too caught up in the myriad sensations assaulting her body, as Logan continued to lap at her cunt like a starving man. He only let up, when the last of her tremors had abated. She was dimly aware of his moving her leg off his shoulder and placing her foot on the ground. The air moved across her swollen pussy as he pulled her skirt back down, his arm around her waist supporting her, before he kissed her with so much passion her head swam anew. She could taste herself in the kiss, and when he broke away and let her go, she stumbled.
“Right, groceries are in the boot, you said?”
Lindsey struggled to come back to the here-and-now, and when she finally managed to open her eyes, it was to see Logan smirk at her. He had what could only be described as a devilish glint in his eyes, and she rubbed her sweaty hands down the side of her now-hopelessly-crumpled skirt.
Logan reached into her car to flip the boot open and, taking out the groceries, carried them inside as though he hadn’t just rocked her world. A quick glance down the driveway showed no sign of the old biddies, and locking her car up, she followed him inside on decidedly shaky legs.
* * * *
Logan’s dick punched painfully against his jeans as he carried the bags inside and dumped them on the kitchen table, but with his girl’s sweet and addictive taste still on his tongue, that discomfort was worth it. She’d looked so utterly rattled when he’d left her out there that he grinned. The front door slammed, and parking his butt on the table, he crossed his arms and schooled his face into a mask of indifference as she walked in.
Her steps faltered as she noticed him, and she stopped in the doorway, uncertainty now all over her still-flushed face. It pleased him no end to see her so rattled, and also that she wasn’t wearing any make-up bar some mascara and a hint of eyeliner. It was a huge step for her, he knew that, and he wouldn’t have blamed her, had she covered up a bit more. She didn’t need to, as far as he was concerned. Scars or not, she was naturally beautiful, and it meant a great deal to him that she had followed his instructions.
“Sir?”
Logan nodded to the bags on the table.
“Best put those away, little bird, and be quick about it.”
She threw him a searching glance from under her lashes, and hastily went to task. Logan enjoyed the sway of her ass cheeks in her tight little skirt as she put the stuff away and then stood in front of him, head bowed.
He clicked his fingers and pointed to the floor, and she dutifully sunk to her knees in front of him.
“Good girl, now, let’s start this evening afresh with what I was expecting to do when I came home, shall we?”
He undid his jeans and breathed a sigh of relief when the pressure on his dick ceased. Grasping hold of her hair, he lifted her head up while he reached inside his boxer briefs and pulled out his aching shaft. Lindsey’s eyes widened at his action, and she dutifully opened her mouth as he ran the tip of his dick across her kiss-swollen lips.
“Good, girl.”
He slid his cock deep inside the warm, wet haven of her mouth, until he hit the back of her throat. Lindsey gagged, eyes watering, and her hands came up on his thighs, pushing against him.
“No, take this for me. Breathe through your nose, relax your throat, that’s my girl.”
Logan pulled back a bit to help her recover and the panic left her expressive eyes. Her throat swallowed convulsively and saliva dribbled down her chin as he started thrusting in and out of her mouth, pushing deep on every down stroke. Lindsey deep-throated him like the champ she was, swallowing around his sensitive head and sending spikes of pleasure up his dick.
When she added her nimble fingers to massage his heavy balls, Logan lost what little control he had, as his release raced through him with the speed of a freight train. He pushed in deep one last time, his cum pulsing through his dick, and splashing the back of her throat. Lindsey gagged anew, but valiantly tried to swallow all of his jizz. Seeing her lips stretched wide around his dick, slick with her saliva, her brown eyes focused on him as she took everything he gave her was the biggest turn-on yet. Dribbles of cum escaped her swollen lips, and ran down her cheeks and into her cleavage and the inherent caveman in him loved to see her thus marked.
With a hoarse shout, Logan gave himself over to the intense pleasure surging through him, and when he came back to his senses, it was to find his little bird licking him clean. When the gentle movements of her tongue became too much for his now over-sensitized shaft, he tapped her head and she dutifully released him. Logan tucked himself away again with fumbling fingers and, pulling out a chair, sat down heavily.
“That was good, little bird, so fucking good.”
She grinned up at him and, when he crooked his finger at her, crawled the short distance to him. Wrapping herself around his legs, she rested her head on his thigh, and smiled up at him, seemingly as content as he was. It reassured Logan that he’d read her right. His little bird’s submissive streak ran deep, and he put his hand on her head to further reassure her.
“I’m going to make this our new protocol from now on, little bird. I shall expect you home and on your knees ready to greet your Master home from work, unless we’ve arranged something differently beforehand.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now, tell me what kept you so busy that you were running late today.”
Lindsey hugged his leg closer, and when she didn’t answer him straightaway, he tapped her head.
“Sorry, Sir, I was just wondering where to start.”
Logan laughed.
“The beginning usually works best, I find, girl.”
Lindsey looked up at him with a sassy grin, and he raised an eyebrow at her in silent warning.
“Well?”
“Well, I had my bath, as you instructed, put on the cream, and then rearranged the living room.” Again she glanced at him, visibly looking for his approval, and he nodded.
“I saw. I like it, makes everything look more cozy.”
“Yes, I thought so. Then, I…well, I…” She bit her lip as though she was worried about admitting to the next thing.
“Go on
,” he said, and she blew out a breath.
“Please, don’t be mad, but I moved Elena’s picture to one of the spare bedrooms. I know you said you would find a new place for it, but I couldn’t leave her there, just staring at the wall. It seemed disrespectful somehow, so…you can move her elsewhere of course, if you don’t want her there.”
Logan pulled his girl up by her hair, loving the eagerness which she followed his directions. Once he had her comfortably settled on his lap, he kissed her. A slow, lingering exploration of her mouth, it was a kiss he put all of his unsaid emotions into, only releasing her for them both to gulp in much-needed air, before he sucked her tongue back in.
Inexorably the kiss turned more passionate, and bringing his hands under her shirt, he cupped her heavy breasts and flicked his thumbs across her nipples. His girl shuddered and moaned and he hardened anew under her ass cheeks. She gasped into the kiss when she noticed and wriggled her hips in such a way that he broke away and swore.
“Fuck, I want you again, but tell me the rest of your day first.”
Lindsey pulled a face and then filled him in, in record time. She’d been to see her Mum, visited Millie, and spent some time talking to Jenkins.
“I’m worried about him, Sir. He’s not getting any younger and he needs to leave before Papa comes back, and, well, I don’t really want to leave Millie there without Jenkins to look after her. I need to find her new stables, where she’ll be safe and can live her old life out in peace.”
Logan knew what she meant. He wouldn’t put it past Maurice to have the old horse put down just to spite Logan. He knew the other man was spitting at the conditions Logan had made him agree to.
“I might be able to help with that, little bird. I offer my vet services for free at a horse sanctuary. They are filled to capacity right now, but they’re also in dire need of a cash influx, so—”
“My inheritance,” Lindsey said, eyes shining with excitement, and he inwardly smiled when it dawned on her that she’d interrupted her. “Oh, I’m sorry, Sir, I didn’t mean any disrespect, it’s just…”
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