by B. B. Hamel
He smirks at me. “I told you, if you obey, your life will be much better.” He hands me the tray and I pick at it absently.
“What happens once I start to obey?” I ask him.
“Then you’re mine.”
“But after that.” I cock my head at him. “I’m not going to be here forever, am I?”
“No,” he says. “You won’t be here forever. I promise that.”
“Where will I go?”
“Somewhere far away.”
“But will I be free? Or will it only get ...worse?”
He watches me silently for a second and I can see something on his face. Instead of answering, he walks over to me and sits at the other end of the cot.
“When I was young, I had to make a choice,” he says. I listen to him, fascinated. “I had to choose between being weak and being strong. I had lost everything, and I was going to be thrown into a whole new world. My mother just died, and she was the only good thing in my life at that time. I thought that my life was over.”
“Was it?” I ask softly.
“No,” he says. “It wasn’t. I chose to be strong and I made the right decisions. I survived that dark time in my life. I survived my father until he died years later.” He pauses and moves closer to me. “Just like you’ll survive this. Now, eat.”
I watch him for a second, not sure what to make of that speech. He stands and moves back to his normal spot against the wall as I go back to eating, absorbing what he said.
When I finish, I look up at him. He’s watching me silently and smiles when we lock eyes.
“Three meals a day,” he says. “You want that, right?”
I nod my head.
“Good,” he says. “You know what you have to do. What I asked you do to earlier.”
I stare at him for a second then shake my head. “No. I can’t do it.”
“You can.” He steps toward me, a wicked grin on his face. “I heard you, Riley. After I left.”
I take a sharp breath and can feel an embarrassed flush come over my skin. “What did you hear?” I ask him.
“I heard your moans,” he says. “I heard you touching yourself.” He crouches down in front of me and reaches out, taking my hair in his fist. He’s so close to me, so damn close, but I don’t pull away. My heart is hammering so fast in my chest I feel like I might scream.
“I heard you say my name,” he whispers.
A thrill runs through my body. I can feel a soft pool of excitement between my legs and I want to look away, but he doesn’t let me.
“You can do this for me, Riley,” he says softly. “Because you want to do it. Give yourself to me.” He releases my hair and stands. “Get up,” he orders.
Like it’s a dream, I obey. I stand up in front of him.
“Strip,” he says simply.
I pause, caught between two worlds. I can keep resisting and pretending like I don’t want this, or I can embrace Logan and all his comforts and pleasure.
Slowly, I pull my top off. He watches me with that same intense gaze that drives me absolutely crazy. I take off my pants and the panties he gave me, before finally removing my bra.
I stand in front of him, completely nude. He eyes my body and gently takes my arms, moving them away from my breasts. I’m so embarrassed but also excited as my heart pounds. My nipples are hard as hell and I want this, I want it so badly.
“On the bed,” he orders me, releasing my arms.
I climb back onto the cot, propping myself up with the pillows. He leans against the wall, his arms crossed, and I can see the bulge in his pants where his cock strains against the fabric.
“Spread your legs,” he says. “Let me see that wet pussy.”
I bite my lip and obey. I open my legs for him. I feel so exposed, so incredibly exposed, and it sends waves of excitement through me.
“Beautiful,” he whispers. “Fuck, Riley. You’re gorgeous. God, your body is perfect. Your pussy is perfect.” His eyes lock onto mine. “Touch yourself.”
Slowly I move my hands down to my wet, slick pussy. I let out a soft moan as I find my clit and gently begin to rub it in soft circles.
“That’s right. Think about what I could make you feel, Riley. I drive you crazy with just my voice, but imagine my hands, my mouth. Go ahead, put two fingers deep inside of you. They’re not as big as my cock, but they feel good, don’t they?”
I moan as I press my fingers inside of me. I’ve never done something like this before. I’ve never even come close with anyone. His eyes take me and his voice pushes me over the edge as he encourages me further and further. I want him so badly and all thoughts of our situation are totally gone from my mind.
All I can feel is desire and pleasure. Logan’s body is ripped and gorgeous, and I want to feel him against me. I want him to take my hair again and pull me hard against him as he pushes his thick cock between my legs.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispers. “It’s because you’re fucking mine, Riley. You’re all fucking mine.”
I press my fingers deep inside of me and moan. “Logan,” I gasp.
“That’s right. Say it. Say my fucking name. You know what you really want.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Oh god, I want it. Logan, tell me what you’ll make me feel.”
“I’ll make you feel something you can’t imagine, girl,” he says. “My strong arms can grab your body, pin you to the bed, and fuck your slick cunt until you scream for more. And I’ll give it to you, Riley.”
“Oh god,” I gasp, fingers moving faster, pleasure building. It’s so dirty, so wrong, and I must have gone insane, but it feels so good, so damn good. I can’t stop even if I wanted to, not anymore. I press my fingers deeper, fucking myself with them as Logan talks to me, watching me closely.
I can feel it building inside of me, building and swirling as the pleasure crests. I want to come so badly, and I know I’m on the edge.
But before I can tip over, he crouches down next to the bed. “Stop,” he says.
I blink at him. “What?” I gasp, panting.
“Stop,” he orders. “I have a new deal for you.”
I stare at him, so frustrated. I want to keep going. Why would he stop me right now?!
“What?” I ask.
He grins. “I love it when you’re angry.”
“What’s the deal?” I ask, impatient.
“Let me finish you,” he says. “And I’ll give you even more comforts. Let me taste that pussy and you’ll feel better than you can even imagine.”
I stare at him, mind torn, but I know what I need. I’ve needed it for days now.
“Yes,” I moan, moving my hand away. “Yes, Logan.”
He grins and then kisses my lips, rough and hard, and passion explodes in my mind.
14
Logan
She tastes like nothing I’ve ever had before. Her lips are soft but firm against mine as I kiss her hard. Her tongue explores mine and I feel her moan into my mouth as my hands slowly slide down her naked body. I pause to tease her erect, hard little nipples but slide down to find her dripping pussy.
I’m hard as fuck as I begin to work her clit, still kissing her. She wraps her arms around my neck as I press two fingers deep inside of her, making her tip her head back and gasp. I grin, kissing her neck, losing myself in the moment.
I slide down her body, fingers back out, and kiss along her skin. She groans as I tongue her nipples, teasing them with my mouth. I take one between my lips before dipping farther down, kissing her stomach, moving closer.
“Logan,” she groans as I gently find her clit. I lick it slowly at first, getting her used to the sensation, before sucking her harder.
I drop down and spread her legs wide. I tongue her clit, moving faster, licking her every inch. I’m practically lapping her up, loving her taste, insane with desire for it. I slide my tongue inside of her and she weaves her fingers through my hair, moaning loudly.
This is what I fucking needed. I had to get
a taste of her perfect little pussy, her delicious clit. I use my tongue, lips, and teeth to drive her crazy, getting her back arched, her whole body getting into it.
I slide two fingers deep inside of her before looking up. “You taste perfect,” I say. “God, I could suck this fucking clit all goddamn day.”
She moans, watching me with her mouth hanging open, her eyes wide. “Oh my god, Logan,” she breathes. “I’ve never ...“
“I know,” I say, grinning. “You didn’t know what you were in for.”
I press my fingers deep inside of her, sliding them in and out and she tips her head back, moaning, rolling her hips. I drop back down to lick her clit as I fuck her with my fingers. I follow her pace, moving along with her, driving her closer and closer. I pulled her back from the edge and now I’m going to shove her over it until she can’t breathe.
I keep sliding my fingers in and out while looking up at her again. “Is this what you thought about while touching yourself?” I ask her. “Does this feel the way you wanted it to?”
“Better,” she gasps. “Fuck, Logan. Better.”
I smirk and press my fingers in deep before going back at her clit. I pump my fingers faster, harder, sliding in and out, licking her clit, sucking it harder. She’s moaning and her body is damp with sweat, and it’s taking every ounce of my energy not to fuck her right here and now.
It’s not the time for that yet, though. I need to get her off, work this body. She deserves it and I want to give her the pleasure that I’ve been promising.
Her whole body begins to stiffen and I know she’s close. Her moans are louder, more insistent, and she can’t stop saying my name. I reach up with my free hand and feel her breast, teasing her nipple, as I continue to fuck her with my fingers, sucking her clit with my lips.
She tosses her head back and moans, her whole body stiffening. “Come for me,” I say, pumping my fingers into her. “Come on, pet, come for me.”
“Fuck,” she moans, low and loud, and her whole body spasms.
I don’t let up. I keep pumping my finger and licking her clit as she comes. I can practically feel her pussy clench as the orgasm takes her over, her whole body moving in waves of pleasure.
It slowly dies down. We slow together and eventually stop. She collapses back onto the cot, flushed and breathing deep, and I sit back to admire her.
She’s fucking gorgeous. Goddamn, I find myself amazed every time I see just how beautiful she is. It’s like she was built for me. I love her small, pink nipples and her deep eyes. I love her full lips and the curve of her chin. I can’t help but stare at her and wonder how the fuck I got so lucky.
“Wow,” she says finally, a smile on her face.
I grin back at her. “That’s just the beginning, you know.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “I’m not sure it can get any better.”
“It can. I promise.” I smirk and lean forward, taking her chin. She lets me kiss her, slow and soft.
When I finish, I pull her toward me, letting her rest her head in my lap. I softly knead her shoulders as she curls up next to me.
“Tell me something,” I say. “What do you miss the most about home?”
She’s quiet for some time, and for a second I think she didn’t hear me. But then she speaks up, breaking the silence.
“There’s not much, if I’m honest,” she says. “My father is a bastard. An abusive bastard.”
I sigh. It’s fucking always that way, isn’t it? We can’t have normal lives. Not if the world has anything to say about it.
“Wasn’t there anything that even he couldn’t ruin for you?”
“One thing,” she says softly.
“What?”
“I don’t want to say. It’s like ... ” she trails off.
“A treasure,” I say for her.
“Exactly.” She sits up and looks at me. “It’s a treasure. I don’t want to share it with anyone.”
I smile and kiss her forehead. “What if I shared a treasure of my own with you?”
She looks skeptical but she nods. “Okay. Try me.”
I take a deep breath and let it out. I have so few good memories from my childhood, so few precious things to share with her. What few precious memories I do have, I rarely ever share with someone. They’re like diamonds to me, and I’m afraid that they’ll lose their luster if I bring them out into the open.
But I need to win her trust. I’m running out of time. Besides, I feel like she’ll understand more than anyone else.
“There was a game,” I say. “When I was really young. It was this Pac-Man game. I used to play it when I’d go to the arcade. It’s stupid, but I used to lose myself there, spending every single last dime I had to play level after level.” I shake my head, smiling at the good memory. “That’s still my happy place, I guess. Pac-Man.”
She smiles and for a second, she looks radiant. The sunlight bathes her through the tiny window and she cocks her head at me.
“Pac-Man, huh?” she asks. “I didn’t take you for a videogame man.”
“Just back then,” I say. “I haven’t played since.”
“For me, it’s the beach.” She puts her head back down in my lap and I continue rubbing her shoulders. “We used to go there when I was younger. I was allowed to go to the ocean alone and walk along the water, and I’d walk for miles. Once, my father’s staff even called the police, because I was gone all day.” She laughs softly, clearly lost in a good memory.
“So you miss the ocean?” I prod.
“I do. I really miss it.”
“What if I said I could give you the ocean?”
She pauses then looks at me again. “We’re near water?”
I nod, smiling at her. “It’s not far at all.”
She stares at me without saying anything for a few second then sits up and leans away from me. She wraps a blanket around herself, and for a second I think I’ve lost her.
“I’d like that,” she says, looking away from me.
I realize why she moved. She’s crying. She’s trying to hide it from me, but she’s definitely crying. I want to reach out and comfort her, but I have the feeling that it’s the wrong move to make. It would only upset her if I saw this weakness.
Instead, I pretend not to notice.
“Good. We’ll play another game soon. And if you win, you can have the ocean.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
I stand and take one last look at her. We made some serious progress today, and I’m optimistic as hell.
But there is still a lot of danger in our future. The worst has yet to come, and I still have another job to do.
“I’ll be back later with dinner,” I say. “And tomorrow, we’ll play.”
“Okay,” she says.
“Bye, my pet.”
She just looks away from me and doesn’t respond.
I leave the cell and shut the door behind me. I lock it before walking away.
That moment on her cot, sharing those stories, that was the most intimate I’ve ever been with a woman. It’s strange to think that I’ve had so many women in my bed over the years, but I’ve never opened up and shared like that with a single one of them.
And yet I find myself wanting Riley to know me. I want her to see the man that I am, not the monster she thinks I am. I want her to know that I’m here to save her and all the women here, that I’m a good guy, that I’m on her side.
I want her to know that I’ll never let another man hurt her again. Not someone here and definitely not her father.
But I can’t. That’s the fucking bitch of this all. I can’t tell her the truth. And so she keeps on thinking that I’m doing this to her just because I’m some sick bastard who wants to mess with her.
It doesn’t matter. Soon, I’ll set her free. She can see the ocean as much as she wants when this is all over. I’ll make sure of that.
15
Riley
All night long, I dream about Logan.
After he left, I tried to distract myself with books and magazines, but I can’t seem to read them. I just keep thinking about the way he rubbed my shoulders and told me about his past, almost like we were real lovers having an intimate moment. For that second, I forgot where we were and what we were, and felt like I was just Riley and he was just Logan.
But that illusion was shattered. Still, the pleasure he gave me, the way he made me feel, that didn’t go away. When he came back later with dinner, he just gave me my meal but he didn’t stay to watch me eat. Another guard came later to collect the empty tray.
And so Logan comes to me in my dreams. He touches me, kisses me, slides his rough hands down my smooth skin and makes me feel things I can’t guess. When I wake up with a start, I can’t shake Logan from my mind.
He drops off breakfast, but again he doesn’t stay, and again another guard picks up the tray. I spend all morning reading, but I keep finding myself glancing up at the window, wondering what time it is.
I realize that I’m anxious to see him. I want him to come and stay. He mentioned some game we might play, and I want to know what that game is.
Maybe it’s sick and strange, but I want to play. If the game makes me feel half as good as the last one did, I’ll willingly do whatever he asks. I want him to tell me more secrets about himself, but more than that, I want to tell him more secrets. I want to open up to him in ways I’ve never opened up to anyone.
Maybe I feel safe because so far he has protected me. Or maybe it’s because I feel like we have some things in common. I don’t really know what it is, but I find myself drawn toward him more powerfully with every passing day.
I’m impatient for him. The sun is high in the sky and I know it’s lunchtime. I don’t care about the food, though. I just want Logan to come and talk to me. I want him to explain this game. I’m wet already just imagining what we might do this time, and although that should freak me out, it doesn’t.
I’m practically squirming on my bed with impatience by the time I hear footsteps outside of my door. There’s a pause and then slowly the cell opens up.