His Wonder Baby: A Miracle Baby Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  Logan doesn’t come back all day, and I’m very hungry by the time I decide to go to sleep. It gets too dark to read in my cell at night, and there’s nothing else to do if I can’t read. I stare at the ceiling, thinking about him, but that doesn’t help anything.

  I couldn’t believe it when he tasted my panties right in front of me. He was right, I was dripping wet, but it pisses me off that he saw through me. I didn’t want him to know how much it excited me to have him looking at my body like that. It’s messed up and wrong, wanting his eyes on me, but I couldn’t help it. He’s so handsome, and he’s the only person to ever show me some compassion since all of this started.

  He’s being gentle with me. I know he is. I know he could do so much worse to me if he wanted to. He could hit me or just take me whenever he wants to, but he doesn’t. I don’t know why he doesn’t. I’m sure that the other girls are getting much worse treatment than I am, and I don’t understand any of it. I even have some comforts, although they’re small.

  I wrap myself in my blankets and close my eyes. I try not to think of the way it felt to take off my clothes while he watched me. Excitement runs down my spine and tingles gather between my legs. I have to lie on my stomach and breathe deep until it passes.

  Before I know it, the morning sun is shining through the small window. I roll over just as I hear footsteps outside of my cell. I groan and sit up as the door unlocks and Logan steps inside.

  He’s carrying a tray of food, like usual, and my stomach does flips. I’m starving as he hands it to me and I wolfed it down, not bothering to say hello to him.

  He watches me eat, but I’m getting used to that. I don’t really mind it. He can watch all he wants. That won’t change a thing. I eat every single thing on the tray and lean back against the wall to study him.

  Logan looks tired. He’s handsome as always, but he looks like he was out late. I smile at him. “Good morning,” I say.

  He nods at me. “Good morning, pet.”

  “Why do you keep calling me that?”

  “Because you’re my pet. I want you to know it.”

  I sigh, shaking my head. “No, I’m not.”

  “Let me ask you something.” He crouches down in front of me. “Do you like being fed once a day?”

  “No,” I say.

  “Do you want to be fed twice? Or three times?”

  I nod once. I hate to admit it, but the food situation has been the worst.

  “I’m sure you do. I hate it when I have to go that long without eating.”

  I know where he’s going with this. He’s going to want something from me in exchange for being fed more often. It’s obvious that’s his game, but it’s a good game.

  I’m already wondering what I’ll do for it. Probably most things. I’ll strip again if he asks. I can handle that. Maybe I can handle a little bit more, but I’m not sure.

  “What do you want from me?” I ask him.

  “Simple.” He leans toward me. “I want you to touch yourself.”

  I cock my head. “Touch myself?”

  “That’s right. Lick the tip of your fingers and then rub that nice little pussy while I watch you.”

  I look at him, surprised. I didn’t expect this. He wants me to masturbate in front of him. I’ve never done that in front of someone before. I’ve barely slept with two guys, let alone touched myself in front of a total stranger.

  Then again, he has already seen me naked. What’s it matter at this point? Plus, I want food.

  And I can’t pretend like I don’t feel a slight thrill at the thought of him watching. I wonder if maybe he’ll stop me and take over. Maybe he’ll spread my legs wide and tongue my clit until I come hard against his lips.

  I look away from him, arousal coursing through me. He reaches out and turns my chin back toward him.

  “Go ahead,” he says. “I can talk dirty to you while you do it, if you like.”

  “No,” I say quickly, embarrassed. I want him to do that, want him to do it so badly, but I can’t admit it.

  “Okay,” he says, releasing me. He stands up and backs away, leaning up against the far wall. “Go ahead, pet. Let me watch.”

  I stare at him for a second, heart pounding in my chest, and then I close my eyes. I open my legs and slowly slide my hand down the front of my pants.

  I’m soaking wet when I find my pussy. I bite my lip, trying not to moan, as I slide along my soaking pussy and begin to rub my clit softly. I picture Logan’s strong arms around me, holding me down as he fucks me rough and deep. I slide two fingers deep inside of me as a moan escapes my lips.

  And then I feel his hand, his real hand, on my arm. My eyes snap open and he’s kneeling in front of me, so close, inches away. My heart hammers as I look at his full lips and that cocky, maddening grin.

  “Wait,” he says softly. “You’re forgetting something.

  “What?” I ask him, breathing heavily and flushed.

  “You need to do it without your clothes on.”

  “What?” I ask him. “You want me to do that ...naked?”

  “Yes,” he says. “Spread your legs wide. Let me watch you press your fingers deep inside of your pussy.”

  “I can’t,” I blurt out, pulling my hand from my panties.

  He frowns. “You can’t?”

  “No, please. I can’t do that.” I’m so embarrassed. I can’t believe I did that, touched myself like that, but it wasn’t enough. He wants more from me, and I can’t do it. I can’t spread myself open like that for him, it’s just too far. I’ve never been that vulnerable for a man before.

  For a second, I’m afraid he’ll hit me. Like my father would when I disobeyed him. Instead, Logan just stood.

  “Okay,” he says. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  I want to say something, but he disappears out the door without another word.

  I’m so stupid. Why couldn’t I have just done it? He already saw me naked and he already saw me touching myself. Why not just take it that one step further?

  I’m so frustrated. It’s not like I don’t want him. Groaning, I roll over onto my side and shove my hand down my pants. I find my clit and begin to work it in circles.

  I should have let him take me right then and there. I should have begged for his cock. If I’m good, he’ll give me whatever I want. I bet he’ll even let me out. I rub myself, imagining his body against mine, his cock in my mouth.

  I’ll suck him off like a greedy little slut. I’ll do it for him, because I want to make him happy. I’m so tired of disappointing him. I rub my clit faster as desire courses through me. I slide my fingers down and press them inside of me. I roll back over onto my back and spread my legs, feeling my breasts with my left hand.

  Fuck, Logan, I should just let him fuck me. I want it, clearly. I want to feel his thick cock slide deep between my legs as he holds my arms back, fucking me wildly. I want to sweat on him, feel his body against mine. I want to be dominated, destroyed. God, I’m so fucked up, but I want it so badly.

  I work my fingers in and out, faster and faster, and soon I feel it building inside of my core. Moans escape my lips but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything in this moment.

  I come hard, moaning Logan’s name. My whole body twitches and shakes as my muscles contract, a flood of pleasure rocking through my pussy.

  When it’s over, I lie back and stare at the ceiling, breathing deeply. I can’t believe I just got off while thinking about Logan. He’s my captor and an asshole, and yet I clearly want something from him.

  I don’t know what I’m going to do. On the one hand, I want to give in to him. But I want to retain my dignity. I want to escape this place and stay clean. I don’t want it to destroy me, like everything else in my life has.

  But there’s something about him. He’s almost kind, although he’s making me do things, pushing my buttons. He doesn’t touch me, and if I want to stop, we stop. He seems to be waiting for me to want to go further.

  I already want it. I
just have to open myself up to it. I need to get over my fear and embrace him.

  I lay there in bed for the day, thinking about Logan and what I’m going to do.

  12

  Logan

  As soon as I leave the room, I pause outside of the door and wait. I’m not sure what I’m waiting for, but I have a feeling I’ll find out soon.

  Sure enough, I hear it. Almost as soon as I’m outside, my ear pressed against the door. It’s soft at first, just light panting, but quickly it turns into moans.

  She’s getting herself off.

  I knew she would. I can’t say how I knew, but there was something in her look that made me think she wouldn’t be able to help it. She turned around and instantly started touching herself, all because of me.

  I stand there and listen, cock hard as fuck, but I don’t go in. I can’t barge in, not yet. I need to let this play out. If I break the spell I might risk losing her completely.

  I’m so fucking hard it’s almost tough to stand. I want to break in there, take her, and get her away from this place. I hate that Riley has to go through this nightmare, but it’s for the greater good. I need to keep reminding myself.

  As I stand there, I can hear her reaching her peak.

  And she’s moaning my name.

  I groan and have to restrain myself. I can’t listen anymore without kicking in that fucking door and ravishing her. I quickly walk away, taking deep breaths to calm myself.

  I’m making serious progress. I suspect I’ll be able to open up to her some more in the next few days. I wish I could tell her everything, since that would make this whole thing so much easier on her, but I can’t. She’ll somehow give this up, and we’ll both get killed. In the end, this is the right thing to do for everyone.

  As I head down the hallway, I hear someone call my name coming from behind me.

  “Logan!” he says. I turn and spot Anton coming toward me, a big smile on his face. “Where are you going?” he asks.

  “Breakfast,” I say.

  “Come, eat with me.” He jerks his thumb in the other direction. “Come have drinks with me and my men.”

  I pause, not wanting to, but I know I can’t turn this down. Right now, Anton is the boss, and I have to keep playing his little games.

  “Sounds good,” I say, pretending to give a shit. I follow him back down the hall and around a corner until we end up in what looks like the nicest room in the whole place.

  It’s fairly large, with comfortable couches and big televisions playing American sports. The men sitting around are all the upper ranked guys, some of the worst of the worst. I actually know a few of them from my briefings, and they’re all sick bastards. There’s a table with food piled on it and a bartender stands behind a small makeshift bar, making drinks for the guys. Everyone looks like they’re drinking and eating, mostly sitting around. There are a few girls lurking around the corners, sitting in guys’ laps, and mostly just hanging around. I know what they are, and so I avoid looking at them.

  “Come on, get a drink,” Anton says. He leads me to the bar and orders himself a vodka.

  “I’ll stick with coffee,” I say.

  “Suit yourself.” He grins and leads me over to the food. We fill plates and sit down at a large bench facing the television. Anton introduces me to a few of the guys as we start eating.

  “Are you enjoying yourself here?” he asks me.

  “It’s going pretty good so far,” I say.

  “I’m sure, but are you having fun?” He eyes me and I sense something behind his question.

  I nod. “A bitch like that? Who wouldn’t have fun?”

  He smiles at that. “Of course. There are some rumors though. About your methods.”

  “What are they?”

  “You’re soft on her. She has blankets, comforts. You brought her books.” He cocks his head at me. “We don’t treat our girls like that here.”

  “How do you treat them?”

  Anton grins at me then looks over at a girl standing next to a wall. “Cindy!” he shouts. She immediately walks over to him.

  Cindy is short, about five foot three at most, with pale skin and blue eyes. Her long auburn hair falls around her shoulders in soft curls and she’s wearing a tiny tank top and short jean shorts.

  “Kneel,” Anton says to her.

  She kneels down in front of him, her eyes on the floor.

  Anton grins at me. “See? We don’t give them comforts. That’s not what they are.” Anton looks back at Cindy. “What are you, girl?”

  “I’m yours,” she says instantly.

  “Of course you are. Bow down to me now and kiss my feet.” Anton winks at me, grinning the whole time.

  She drops down instantly and kisses his feet. She stays down there next to his dirty shoes, not moving, eyes locked on the floor.

  I want to hurt him. I want to save this poor fucking girl so badly, but I know this isn’t the time. It disgusts me, but I know it could be much worse for her. He could make her do absolutely anything, and she’d likely obey.

  “Impressive,” I say.

  “She does much more than bow and kiss feet,” Anton says, grinning. “I keep this one for myself. She sucks cock like a fucking queen. Really chokes on it. Isn’t that right, Cindy?”

  “Yes, Anton,” she says, still not moving.

  “You love sucking my cock, don’t you girl?”

  “Yes, Anton,” she replies.

  “Good. Go away now.” She instantly rises, stands, and walks back to her position against the wall.

  I cover my disgust by taking a big sip of my coffee.

  “Does your girl do that?” Anton asks me.

  “She will,” I promise.

  “Good. That’s what you’re here for.” He puts an arm over the back of his chair, clearly trying to look casual. “The thing is, there are some problems around here lately.”

  “Problems?” I ask, trying not to sound too curious.

  “One of the guards went missing. Washed up dead on the beach about a half hour ago. You know anything about that?”

  I give him a look. “Of course not.”

  “Sure,” he says, shrugging. “It was probably the local cartels. Bastards hate me because I refuse to pay them tribute.”

  His explanation comes out too quickly, too rehearsed, and I can feel the danger in the air. I keep myself from looking around but I suspect most people are staring at us right now, and a lot of hands are on a lot of guns at this very moment. I can feel the tension in the air, and although the televisions are still playing loudly, the conversations have mostly died down to a low murmur.

  “I’m just here for the girl,” I say. “I don’t know anything about your business with the cartels.”

  “Of course not.” Anton sighs. “Just be careful, Logan. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

  I nod. “I appreciate the concern.”

  “One last thing.” He leans toward me. “The Russians want a new shipment in two weeks, and I want your girl to be a part of that. I want them to see your good work.”

  “I understand,” I say. “She’ll be ready.”

  “Good, good. Completely trained. I can’t send them some fucking problem. Understand?”

  I nod and stand. “Understood.”

  “Good. Stay a while, enjoy yourself. Have a girl if you want. Hell, get Cindy to show you what she can do.” Anton grins at me.

  “Thanks. But I have some work to do.”

  “Okay then. Go get to work. Two weeks!”

  I turn and leave, dumping my plate into the trash. I hold onto my coffee and glance at Cindy on the way out.

  Her eyes are flat and dead. She looks like she’s an empty vessel just staring at the ground and waiting for it all to go away.

  I quickly walk away from that place. I can only imagine the sort of shit those men do in there, and I don’t want to be a part of it. Maybe it looks strange to them, but it doesn’t matter.

  Anton wants me to have Riley trained i
n two weeks, but that’s plenty of time. I’m close now, I can feel it. She’ll be doing what I need her to do soon enough, and we won’t have to worry about that shipment.

  Because before two weeks is up, I’ll burn this compound to the ground. I’ll save Cindy and every one of those girls. I’ll make sure Riley is safe and sound and can have a real life again.

  But Anton is suspicious of me. I know he is, otherwise I don’t think he would have asked about the dead guard. He can’t prove that I killed that guy, but he can clearly see the connection between something strange happening and a stranger coming to their compound. Not to mention he doesn’t like the way I’m running my operation.

  He’s probably looking for any excuse to get rid of me. I’ll have to be extra careful and make sure I’m putting on a good show with Riley. I can’t let Anton do something stupid before I have a chance to finalize our plans to take this place down.

  I’ll just have to go see Riley again today.

  13

  Riley

  The morning flew by after I got myself off. I had plenty to read, which just makes time go so much easier.

  I can’t stop thinking about what I did. I’ve never been so overcome with desire before like that. I couldn’t even control my actions. I didn’t want to get myself off, but I did, and that’s the most confusing part. I both wanted it and didn’t want it, like everything with Logan.

  In any other circumstance, I wouldn’t have these issues. If it were Logan that night at the club, I would have thrown myself at him. But instead we’re in this horrible situation, and I can’t let myself get destroyed by it.

  But I can feel my grip slowly slipping away. I can feel it still struggling with my internal demons when I hear footsteps in the hall outside of my cell. The door unlocks and opens. My heart starts hammering in my chest, excitement pouring through me. Logan hasn’t ever come to me in the middle of the day like this.

  He steps into the room carrying a tray. “Lunch,” he says.

  I smile at him. “I earned lunch now?”