His Wonder Baby: A Miracle Baby Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  One of the other guards steps inside. He gives me a look and then places the tray down on the floor. Without another word, he turns and leaves.

  It’s my lunch. I stare at the tray for a second, confused. Logan never sends people in to give me my food. He always does it himself.

  Did I do something to displease him? I can’t help but have that thought. I get off my cot and get the tray, but I don’t really feel hungry. I sit back down and pick at the food.

  I don’t understand why he wouldn’t come himself. We usually have a little conversation during lunch and it’s my favorite time of day. Maybe something happened to him. Maybe he got in trouble for going so easy on me. I’m sure these guys aren’t supposed to be kind to us. He’s probably supposed to beat me and hit me like all the other girls got beaten.

  The more I think about it, the more I realize how different Logan is from the other guards. My experience with them has been pretty limited, but I’ve noticed that they’re angrier, gruffer. They seem more like what I guessed this would be, like they’d hit me at the drop of a hat. They’d kill me in a second if it came to that.

  Logan doesn’t seem that way. He’s controlling and dominating but he’s not doing it through force or violence. As much as I hate to admit it, he’s seducing me, and it’s working. I can’t believe that I’m upset that he didn’t show up this afternoon to push my buttons, but here I am, wishing he was standing against the wall and watching me eat. He always has this cocky little smile on his face and at first it drove me crazy. Now, though, I can’t get enough of it. I see that look in my dreams.

  I finish lunch and pile the tray in the corner. The rest of the day slowly slides by with no sign of Logan. I’m not sure why or what happened, but he never shows up.

  Slowly the sun sinks across the sky. I get tiny glimpses of it through the small window. The light gets longer as the day progresses and I can tell it’s almost dinnertime.

  I’m engrossed in my book when I hear the footsteps again. I glance up at the door but I don’t get my hopes up. Logan brings my dinner but he doesn’t normally stay. He probably sent a guard to do this again.

  The door opens and I glance up, hope seizing my chest. Logan steps inside and shuts the door behind him, a tray in his hands.

  I can’t help myself. A smile breaks across my face as soon as I see him. He grins back at me. “You look happy,” he says.

  “Do I?” I say, blushing a little.

  “You missed me at lunch.” He places the tray down on the cot next to me.

  “No,” I say quickly. “That’s not it.”

  “Sure it is.”

  “Where were you, anyway?”

  He grins. “I knew it.”

  “I’m just asking.” I pretend to pick at my food, trying to hide my curiosity.

  “I had some important work to do,” he says softly.

  “Work for this place?” I ask.

  “No,” he says. “Not for this place.”

  “What do you do, anyway?”

  He pauses and looks at me. I cock my head, wondering what he’s thinking. The cocky smile is gone and he looks like he’s struggling with something.

  “I’m a freelancer,” he says finally.

  “Is this what you normally do?” I ask him.

  “No,” he says. “You’re my first.”

  I laugh softly. “You’re my first, too.”

  He pauses and suddenly moves away from me. I’m not surprised that I’m the first girl he’s tried to train like this. He seems like he knows what he’s doing, but he’s not bad, he’s not malicious.

  “How did you end up here?” I ask him. “You don’t seem ...“ I trail off, not sure how to put it.

  “Like I belong?” he finishes.

  “Exactly. You’re not rotten like everyone else is.”

  He looks at me with this strange longing, but quickly covers it up with a smile. “I’ll tell you one day,” he says. “Hopefully soon.”

  “Why not tell me now?”

  “I can’t. Not right now.”

  I can’t help my curiosity, but I let it drop and go back to eating. He watches me in silence and I can feel a thick tension between the two of us.

  Why can’t he tell me how he ended up here? I can’t help but think it’s something bad. Maybe he’s ashamed of it, and doesn’t want me to know. He says I’m his first, and so I can imagine he’s not doing this because he wants to do it. He doesn’t seem like he enjoys it.

  Well, not all of it. He seems like he enjoys getting me naked and making me do things. But we both enjoy that. I can’t hold it against him.

  “I have a new game for us to play,” he says as I finish my meal. “Do you want to know what it is?”

  “Yes,” I say, feeling a thrill spike through me.

  “Good,” he says, smiling. “I think you’ll like this game. Because the prize is something you want.”

  “What?”

  “If you obey me, I’ll take you for a walk.”

  I blink, surprised, and push the tray aside. I place it down on the ground before looking at him again. “A walk?”

  “Outside,” he says. “Down by the ocean,”

  I take a sharp breath. “Can you really do that?” I ask.

  “I can do anything I want,” he says softly, a smirk on his lips.

  My heart beats fast in my chest. I’ve been stuck in room after room ever since I was taken. I’ve barely been able to move around. The idea of walking along the ocean sounds like heaven to me.

  But what will he make me do in exchange for it? I can’t imagine they’d want him to take me down to the water. If it’s outside of wherever we are, I might be able to escape, and I’m guessing that’s out of the question. This is probably a big thing for both of us.

  Which means it’ll cost me something. It always costs me something. So far, the cost has been small, but the return in pleasure has been huge. So far, it’s been worth it every time. But now, suddenly I’m afraid that it might be too much to bear. I know Logan has to push me. I understand our position. He needs to make me submissive. He needs to make me obey him. And so far, he’s wearing out my defenses. But it’s taking time, and I’m afraid of what the next steps are.

  I’m afraid of getting lost in him completely.

  “Do you want that?” he asks me.

  “I want it,” I say. “But I’m afraid.”

  “Of what?”

  “You.”

  He smiles at me. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, Riley. You just have to obey me.”

  “I know. But I’m still afraid.”

  “Do you want to know what you have to do?”

  “Yes,” I say. My heart is hammering in my chest. Excitement courses through my veins. My pussy is wet already, clenching with fear and desire.

  “Strip,” he says. “That’s the easy part. When you’re finished, I want you down on your knees. I want you to kneel in front of me and tell me how much you want me.”

  I watch him for a second, letting that sink in. “That’s it?” I ask.

  “That’s it. Strip down, kneel, and tell me how much you want me.” He stands before me, arms crossed, strong and powerful. He could force me to do this, I know it, but he won’t.

  Slowly, I stand up. I can practically feel the sand underneath my toes.

  But more than that, I can already see myself bowing to him. It’s not a horrible thing. I know what I’ll say, what words I’ll use, and they won’t be lies.

  That’s the insane part of this. Telling him that I want him won’t be hard, because it won’t be a lie.

  He watches as I slide off my shirt, nervous excitement coursing through my body.

  16

  Logan

  I can barely contain my fucking excitement as Riley stands and begins to take off her clothes.

  I hated leaving her alone all day, but I had no choice. Anton and some of his top guards all left the compound to go to some meeting with a local cartel, which meant I had some extra fre
edom. I had to use that time to scout out the area and improve my intelligence.

  I found some underground escape routes and a very large cache of weapons, which will be extremely helpful. I spent the day scouting and writing my report. Hopefully, this will help speed the mission up, and Riley won’t be stuck in this room for too much longer.

  But then again, part of me doesn’t want to free her.

  There’s some sick part of me that wants this to go on forever. Because as much as I hate that I have to do this, I also love it. I love watching her take her clothes off, making her beg, getting her off. The thought of her body under my fingers and mouth keeps coming back to me intermittently, and I know that I need more. I need another taste.

  I’m harder than a steel beam when she takes off her top and reveals her perfect breasts. Her nipples are pink and perky, and she looks amazing in the low twilight evening. I want to take her, ravish her, but I have to resist the urge.

  One step at a time. I’m going slowly, but I know what I’m doing. I’m playing the game, balancing Anton’s demands and my own morals.

  She has to want to do it. I won’t take anything by force.

  When she’s finished stripping, she stands before me, looking uncertain.

  “On your knees,” I say softly to her.

  She watches me for a second and then a pulse of excitement rushes through me as she slowly gets down on her knees.

  She kneels in front of me, her eyes wide and innocent, her body perky and gorgeous. I take a step closer to her, cock hard as fuck, as she looks up at me with wide, innocent eyes.

  “Now,” I whisper, reaching down and taking her hair. “Tell me that you want me.”

  She watches me for a second and then a slight smile spreads across her face. “I have a better idea,” she says.

  And then she reaches up for my belt.

  “Instead of telling you,” she says, “I’m going to show you.”

  I watch as she unbuckles my belt and tugs down my pants. Her eyes go wide as she pulls down my boxer briefs and takes my long, thick cock in her hand.

  “Shit,” she says softly, stroking me.

  “Is something wrong?” I ask her, smirking.

  “You’re just ...“

  “Big,” I say, finishing for her.

  She swallows and nods.

  “You said you wanted to show me,” I say. “Go ahead and show me, pet. Show me what you want.”

  She strokes my cock before slowly running her tongue along my shaft. She takes my tip between her lips and sinks me into her mouth.

  I groan as passion floods my core. She’s my submissive pet, on her knees in front of me, sucking my cock of her own free will. She takes me as far as she can, and I love watching her try to get my thick cock between those pretty lips.

  She slides up and down, shy at first. I grunt and take her hair, pressing her further down.

  “That’s right,” I say, “take my cock in your throat. Don’t hold back, Riley. We both know you’re a dirty fucking girl.”

  She pulls back, stroking me, looking up. “Is this what you’ve wanted?” she asks me.

  “I’ve been picturing you sucking my cock and swallowing my cum every single day,” I say, and it’s not a lie.

  She goes back to work sucking me faster, sliding her hand along my shaft. It feels so fucking good, her soft and warm mouth working my cock. I’ve been wanting this so fucking badly for so long now. It’s even better than I could have imagined.

  She started out shy, but she’s warming up as she sucks me faster, deeper. She’s not afraid to take me into her throat, gagging on my cock, but still working me faster.

  “Spread your legs,” I say to her. She obeys, stroking me, looking up. “Now take your left hand and put it between your legs.”

  She obeys, finding her pussy with her fingers. She closes her eyes as she touches herself.

  “Suck my cock while you finger fuck that tight pussy,” I say. She goes back to work, a newfound excitement running between us, electricity threatening to boil the whole room to pieces.

  I take both hands and press her head down. She moans as she gags on my cock, fingers deep inside of her own wet cunt. I let her pull back and she goes to work, sucking me faster and faster, lips around my cock. I groan, unable to stop myself.

  “Fucking hell, Riley,” I say. “Suck that cock, girl. Let me come down that pretty throat. Prove you fucking want it.”

  She moans, working my cock, moving faster. Her hand jerks my shaft as she licks my tip, faster and faster, and I know I’m close. I can feel it building in my balls, ready to explode.

  I want it so badly. I press her down again and she keeps moving, sliding back, and I grunt as she moans, her fingers still working between her legs.

  “Swallow every drop,” I grunt and she moans in response, sliding lower.

  I come hard in her throat. She doesn’t skip a beat, just keeps moving, her naked body gorgeous as she sucks my cock and swallows every drop.

  The orgasm explodes through me like a fucking bomb. She keeps going, making sure she sucks me dry. When I’m finished, she pulls back, her face flush, her mouth open.

  I don’t hesitate. I grab her and push her onto the bed, spreading her legs wide open. She gasps as I press my fingers deep inside of her and begin to suck her clit.

  I’m not leaving her half-finished. I suck and lick her, fingers deep inside of her tight little pussy. Her moans get loud and fast as I eat her, loving her delicious little cunt.

  “Oh god, Logan,” she moans. “Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  I have no intentions of stopping. I keep sucking, fucking her with my fingers. I go faster, deeper, wanting it so badly. The orgasm I just had is fresh in my mind but I can feel my cock already starting to stir again.

  She comes not long after that, her whole body arching and shaking. I keep pumping my fingers, pushing her over the edge, working her through it.

  “Oh fuck,” she moans as she slowly comes down. Her eyes flutter open and a happy embarrassed smile rolls across her lips. “That was amazing.”

  I collapse onto the cot next to her, arms wrapped around her body. “It was,” I agree.

  And I’m not lying. Of all the women I’ve been with, that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.

  I hold her like that and we enjoy the moment alone together. I forget about everything, about Anton and the other slave girls, about the upcoming attack on this place, and about Riley’s abusive father. I forget about everything and I just concentrate on her, on the one person that’s proving to be more important than anything else.

  I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up. But I do know that nothing is going to hurt Riley. Even if Anton finds me out, I’ll save her. I don’t know how, but I will.

  She’s mine, and I’m slowly realizing that I’m hers, too. It’s not happening all at once, but it’s slowly taking me over. This mission went from one that’s for the greater good to being all about the way this girl makes me feel.

  Fuck, it’s all so fucked up, but it doesn’t matter. Right now, all that matters is holding Riley and making her feel good.

  17

  Riley

  Logan has to leave too soon after he touched me and got me off, but I can still taste him lingering on my tongue. That night, I dream about him again, but this time he’s trying to tell me something, except I can’t hear him.

  I wake up with a start, still in my jail cell, trying to figure out what he was saying to me.

  It bugs me all day. What’s my mind trying to tell me? I guess it doesn’t really matter, but I keep seeing his mouth moving, his face urgent, but nothing comes from his lips. I scream and try to reach for him in the dream, but nothing helps.

  The morning passes. Logan comes with breakfast, and then lunch, and then dinner, but he doesn’t stay. He simply drops it off, smiles at me, and then leaves again.

  I’m not sure why he’s leaving, but I feel off all day long, anyway. The drea
m lingers in my mind and for some reason, I’m not in the mood to play a game. Maybe he senses that and is leaving me to try and figure this out on my own.

  I didn’t have to suck him off like I did. That was entirely my own choice. He didn’t ask me to, although I could see how hard his cock was the whole time. He wasn’t hiding his arousal, but he didn’t force me into anything.

  I was down on my knees, completely exposed to him, and I just wanted it. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to make him feel as good as he’s made me feel. I don’t know what came over me, because I never really wanted to suck a guy off like that before, but it was incredible.

  My hand between my legs, my mouth wrapped around his cock, it was something I never knew I could enjoy. But I did enjoy it, in fact, I absolutely loved it. I was dripping wet and so close by the time he finished, and it didn’t take him long to finish me off in turn.

  Night comes and I’m still torn. Maybe I’m manufacturing so much of this, but I’m still a prisoner and I’m still confused. I don’t know if it’s wrong to want to give myself to him like this. He just makes me feel so good, so damn good, and that’s hard to argue with. Maybe it’s wrong, but it feels so incredibly good.

  Night comes and I have to stop reading. Whenever Logan isn’t around and it’s too dark to read, I more or less just lie around in my bed and wait until it’s morning. Sometimes I count sheep to help me pass out, but tonight I feel exhausted for whatever reason.

  I’m half asleep when I hear the door to my cell creak open. I sit up with a shot, sudden terror running down my spine.

  This is one of the things I’m most afraid of. The guards can come into my room at any time and Logan isn’t around to protect me at all hours. They can come in here and kill me, end my life so easily, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

  The person steps into my room. My eyes are adjusted to the dark but I can’t tell who it is. There are a few guards that I’ve seen in my time here, but this isn’t one of those. Maybe it’s a new guy, here to try me out. Maybe he doesn’t know that Logan promised to keep me safe.