by B. B. Hamel
“Riley,” he says.
I let out a breath of relief, practically crying. “Logan,” I say.
He steps into the moonlight and kneels down next to my bed. “Are you okay?” he asks, concern on his face.
“I’m okay,” I say. “You just scared me.”
He smiles. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“I thought you might be a guard,” I say.
“A guard?” he asks, puzzled for a second, and then nods. “Oh. I see. Has that happened?”
“No,” I say quickly.
“Riley.” He takes my hand. “You’d tell me, right? If they touch you, I’ll kill them.”
I’m surprised at that. I know Logan promised to keep me safe, but I didn’t know he’d actually hurt his own people. They are his people, aren’t they? I can’t imagine he’d kill someone in his own group. Then again, he clearly seems like he’s reluctant about all of this. He said this is his first time. Maybe he’s not really part of the main bad guys, but got sucked into this against his will. He was vague when I asked him how he got involved.
“Okay,” I answer softly, confused, but still willing to trust him. Despite everything, he hasn’t let me down yet.
“Come on,” he says, standing. “We have to hurry.”
“What?” I ask, stomach doing flip-flops.
He grins at me. “I promised you the beach. So let’s go to the beach.”
I slowly stand up and look at him. He hands me a sweatshirt to put on overtop of my clothes. “Hood up,” he says, and I put it up. “Come on. Stay close.”
We leave my cell, and for the first time I get a look at the place where they’re keeping me.
As we walk down the hall, I’m surprised at how much like a school it seems. There are rooms lining the halls, and while I know they’re probably cells containing girls just like me, they look like classrooms. The walls are even that painted cinderblock look that public schools have, although there are no posters or lockers anywhere.
Up ahead, we come to a corner. There’s a guard down at the other end walking toward us.
“Don’t talk,” Logan says quietly to me as we approach the guard.
“What’s she doing?” the guard asks in a heavily accented English.
“Taking her for a little lesson,” Logan says.
The guard eyes us both. I keep my head down and stare at the floor, hands folded in front of me, trying to look as invisible and submissive as possible.
“Why you leave?” he asks.
Logan steps up to the guy, and while I can’t see their faces, I can hear the danger in Logan’s voice.
“Anton wants me to get results. You gonna stop me?”
There’s a pause. “No,” he guard says finally. “Go ahead.”
“That’s what I thought.” Logan takes my arm. “Come on.”
We start walking again and soon we leave a door and step out into the night.
I take a deep breath of fresh air for the first time in what feels like ages. The moon is full in the sky and we walk across a compound toward a wall at the far side. There are a few buildings, and they’re all in surprisingly good shape, though they were probably built in the fifties or the sixties. It really looks like a high school back home, just with more buildings. And more armed guards prowling the walls.
“Come on,” he whispers. “This way. Move fast now.”
We move quickly across an empty field and reach the wall in a few seconds. It’s relatively large, about eight feet tall, with barbed wire around the top. It’s made of concrete and corrugated metal all along the sides.
Logan leads us along the wall until he stops at a spot hidden behind a little shed. There’s a piece of corrugated metal, but it’s bent and warped. Logan grabs it and peels it back, making an opening just large enough to slip through.
“After you,” he says.
I shimmy my way through and pop out on the other side. A second later, Logan follows me.
I’m free. I stand there on the other side of the wall and for a second, I think that I’m free. I can do anything or go anywhere. I’m a real person again.
But I’m not, and I know it. I’m still a prisoner. Even if I did run away and managed to escape, I’d be leaving behind Logan. Worse, I’d be marooned with no money in a country that’s openly hostile to me with bad men looking for me. I can’t speak Spanish so I can’t ask for help. They’d find me and they’d hurt me.
But Logan won’t let that happen. Maybe he’s going to free me, but no, of course he’s not. He could have done that already if he was going to do it.
“Listen,” he says, almost reading my mind. “This is just for a couple hours. If I were going to help you escape ... ” He trails off, looking down, and then looks back at me. “It’s not the right time. Do you understand?”
“No,” I say honestly.
“But do you trust me?”
I pause, considering. “Yes,” I say. “I trust you.”
“Good.” He smiles and takes my hand. “Now let’s go walk along the beach.”
We head away from the wall and down a short slope. I can hear the water now that I’m listening, and we turn left, skirting a small village. We move through some scrubland, up another short rise, and there it is.
The beach stretches out in either direction.
I take a deep breath of salty ocean air and let it out. I can feel tears dripping down my cheeks but I don’t bother to wipe them away. For a second, the world is completely gone.
It’s just me out there on the dune overlooking the ocean. The water stretches on forever, the moonlight reflected off its surface like a rippled mirror, and I stare at the motion of the water. It’s such a simple thing, really, something so many people experience all the time. I’m just standing in front of the water.
But right now, in this moment, it means more than anything. It’s the first real sign of humanity that I’ve been shown since starting all of this. It fills me with a hope that I thought was gone.
Logan is going to save me. I know it in this moment. I’m surer of it than I ever have been before. I don’t know who he is or what his plan is, but I know he’s going to keep me safe and steal me away from this place. He all but said it already.
But for some reason, staring at the ocean makes that real for me. He’s risking a lot by taking me out here, I’m sure. If we’re caught, I bet he’ll get in a lot of trouble, maybe even killed. He promised me, though, and he’s keeping his promise.
Best of all, the ocean signifies something for me that I can’t really explain. It’s safety and good memories. It’s the only good thing in my life, really. One day, I want to live by the ocean, and get to feel this way every single day, forever.
“Come on,” Logan says softly. “Wipe dry those tears. Let’s go feel the sand.”
I nod at him, smiling, and wipe the tears away. He squeezes my hand and we walk down the dunes onto the beach. I take off the thin sandals I was given and laugh at the feeling of the sand between my toes.
“I never thought this would actually happen,” I say.
“I don’t tell lies,” he answers, taking off his own shoes. He holds them in one hand and holds my hand with his other. We start walking away from the compound, down along the beach.
It’s beautiful, quiet, and empty this late at night. I guess it’s around midnight, considering where the moon is, but I’m not sure. I smile to myself and for a while I embrace the fiction that we’re just two normal people out for a stroll. I love the feeling of his rough, comforting hand in mine, and I don’t try to overthink this.
“I’ve never been on a beach this late before,” I say.
“First time for everything.”
“It’s nice. Quiet. I wonder if the fish are asleep.”
“The sharks are.” He grins at me. “Want to go swimming?”
“Sharks?” I shake my head. “No thanks.”
“Your loss.” He grins and drops my hand then heads toward the water and the darker, harder
sand
“Logan, wait,” I say. “Don’t go in there! It’s dangerous.”
“Oh, don’t worry.” He stops in the shallows where the water just laps at his ankles. “I’m not dumb enough to go further.”
I walk up to him and stand next to him. The water runs over my feet and I laugh. “It’s warm.”
“Pacific Ocean,” he says. “It’s gorgeous during the day.”
“I bet. Do you swim?”
“No,” he says. “I don’t leave the compound much.”
“You should. Come swim for me.”
He smiles. “Okay. I will.”
“Come on. Let’s keep going.”
“Okay. There’s something I want to show you.”
“Oh?”
“It’s a little spot. A private place, I guess you can say.”
“Private place.” I laugh. “Are you trying to get me alone?”
“Damn right I am,” he says, smirking, and takes my hand. “Come on.”
We walk along the beach and I can’t stop smiling. It’s hard to really wrap my mind around the change that I’m going through, but I’m not questioning it. I’ve gone from locked in a cell to walking along the beach, and soon I’ll be back in that cell. I know that’s the truth. But I can pretend I’m free for a little while.
Ahead in the distance, an outcropping of rocks starts to materialize in the moonlight. It’s pretty large and it looks like it’s the start of a little inlet on the other side.
“Just ahead,” he says, pointing.
“The rocks?”
“In the rocks.”
We keep walking and eventually we make it without issue. He hops up, helping me along. I’m weaker than I realized, probably because I’ve been lying around in bed all day long since this all started. I’ve been eating better for the last few days, but before that I was a little malnourished. I’m sure I lost weight, but it doesn’t matter. The rocks are cool under my bare feet and Logan has me, steadying me, and I know I won’t fall.
We pick our way through the rocks until we come to a little crack. Logan squeezes down inside of it and reaches out for me. He helps me inside, and we disappear into our own private little cave.
It’s not enormous, just enough room for us both to stand. It’s maybe ten feet wide, at most, and the ground is cool, comfortable sand. Logan leans up against the rock wall.
“I come here sometimes,” he says. “I can be alone in here.”
“What did you bring me in here for?” I ask him, smiling.
“You know why you’re here.”
He reaches forward and takes my hips, pulling me toward him. I put my hands on his muscular chest, looking up at the moonlight in his eyes. “Logan,” I say.
“We don’t have to do anything,” he says quickly. “You know that already. But goddamn, Riley, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted something before.” He takes my hair and tips my head back. I gasp and grip his shirt, wanting it, needing it.
“I’m already yours,” I say. “You know that.”
“No kneeling. No games. Just the two of us for real.”
“For a little while,” I say.
“That’s right,” he whispers, lips so close to my neck, my ear. “For a little while, for tonight. Just you and I.”
“I’m here with you. Whatever you want,” I say, desire rushing through me, my heart hammering in my chest.
He groans and then crushes my lips with his.
18
Logan
I didn’t bring her out here for this reason, but as soon as our lips touch, I know I have to have her.
Everything we’ve done, the games, the tension, it all leads up to this. Alone with her in this small cave, secluded from the entire world, we can finally be free. At least for a little while.
She looks perfect in the moonlight as it filters down through the entrance in the rocks. Her full lips hang open as I pull off her shirt and she fumbles with my belt.
I’m so hard I can barely fucking stand it. I cup her perfect breasts and tease her nipple between my fingers as my other hand weaves into her hair. I hold it tight as I kiss her and she finally gets my belt off, pressing her hand down the front of my jeans.
I grunt as her hand wraps around my cock and slowly begins to stroke my length. It feels different out here, more intense and feverish, probably because we’re doing this of our own free will. There are no guards outside the door or roaming the hallways and no Anton to question what’s happening.
It’s just the two of us. I tip her head back and kiss her neck, feeling starved for her body as my hand slowly moves down her stomach. She gasps when I slide it down beneath her panties and I find her soaking little clit, swollen and wet with need.
“That’s what I thought,” I whisper in her ear. “You’re dripping wet for me already.”
“I can’t help it,” she moans as I press two fingers inside of her.
“Is this what you want?” I ask. “Are you finally going to give yourself to me?”
“Yes,” she moans. “I need this. I ...I’m glad it’s not back in that place.”
“Me too,” I say, and then I kiss her again.
Her moans fill my mouth as I begin to stroke her pussy, sliding my fingers in and out of her slick spot. I grunt in return as her grip on my cock gets tighter and she slides her hand along my shaft.
I can’t take it anymore as I back her up against the cave wall. I spin her around suddenly, spreading her legs wide. I get her pants down around her knees, pulling her soaking useless panties down as well, and reveal her perfect wet pussy from behind.
I drop to my knees behind her, hands on her hips. “Fuck, girl,” I whisper. “Do you know how incredible you are?”
“Logan,” she moans. “You can’t.”
“I can’t?” I laugh softly. “I can do whatever I want.”
I spread her wide and begin to tongue her little pussy, lapping her up. She moans, head turned to look at me, a look of shock and pleasure on her face. I like that she thinks it’s dirty to lick her pussy from behind, and that only makes me do it faster. I lick every inch of her, eliciting more deep moans, making her whole body tremble with desire and pleasure.
I want to destroy her completely. Or at least I want to give her this night of pure, free pleasure, away from her prison. At the very least I can make her feel good as a free woman for a little while. My tongue slides up and down her, lapping her up, eating her pussy like a starving man.
I take my right hand and slide two fingers inside of her from behind. She moans, tipping her head back, and I grin. I stand, my fingers still inside of her as I slowly begin to fuck her with them.
“You’re a dirty girl,” I whisper in her ear. “You’re dripping wet for me, ready to give me anything I want. You can’t help yourself.”
“Logan,” she moans.
“Tell me you want my cock inside of you.”
“I want it,” she says, eyes locked onto mine.
I slide my fingers out of her and kiss her lips. We kissed like that for a moment as I slowly press my cock up against her slick and soaking pussy.
She gasps as I press myself inside of her.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re goddamn tight.”
“Shit.” She puts both hands on the wall, fingers curling down.
I slide myself deep between her legs, filling her pussy. She can barely take me, I can tell, but she wants it so bad as she moves her ass and wiggles back against me.
I grunt, loving that, and slap her ass. She groans as I begin to slide in and out, getting her pussy used to my size. I slap her ass again then grab her hair as I move faster, thrusting into her.
She begins to work her hips back against me, turning them, twisting along my hard dick. She’s out of control, completely out of her mind with my cock as I keep fucking her. Pleasure floods through my body and I can barely contain myself.
She feels so fucking good. I’ve been imagining this moment since the day I first saw her. I’ve been
wondering what her pussy feels like, how she’d move against me, what she’d sound like as my cock fills her.
But this is more than I could have imagined. Out here in this cave, our own private world. She feels incredible, sounds incredible, smells and tastes incredible, everything just driving me insane as I thrust inside of her. She turns and reaches back, pulling me up against her as we kiss again and my cock fills her.
I pull back out and grab her hips, turning her around. We press our foreheads together as I tease her clit with my fingers and she spits into her palm to slide it along my cock.
I reach down and hook her legs with my arms, lifting her into the air. I press her hard up against the cave wall and she wraps her legs around me as I thrust back inside of her.
She gasps, surprised that I can so easily hold her weight. I begin to fuck her harder, slamming my cock deep inside of her pussy, kissing her lips, whispering into her ear. I want her to know how good this fucking feels, how much I need her pussy, and how I’m going to come deep inside of her.
I need her to know that I need this, too. This isn’t just about breaking her or some shit, it’s about taking her and feeling good. I realize suddenly that I need this pleasure as much as she does. I’m trapped in a prison, although it’s not as bad as hers, but I’m trapped just the same. I can’t escape from this place and I’m stuck pushing her, training her.
I fuck her with renewed intensity. I take a nipple between my teeth and lips, teasing her as I slam into her tight pussy. I can feel the orgasm building up inside of me, but I push it back, working her body first.
She’s grinding her hips against me, working me, and I know she’s just as close. I keep going, pushing deeper and deeper.
“Come for me,” I urge her. “I want to see that pretty face when you come on my cock.”
“Oh god, just keep going,” she says, working her hips faster. “Keep fucking me, Logan.”
I slam into her, thrusting deeper and faster, my breath coming in pants and gasps. I can barely hold myself back, the excitement hitting its peak, but it doesn’t matter. Her whole body goes rigid and she grips my neck, legs tightening, and she comes, hard on my cock. I can feel her pussy clenching as it rolls through her.