Virgin Bride: A Single Dad Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  “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.

  I groan deep and low as I release inside of her. I come hard, filling her tight pussy, and we’re both swept away into our moments of ecstasy.

  Slowly, we finish and collapse panting to the cave floor. The ground is hard packed sand, but it’s soft, and she curls up in my lap as I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight.

  Sweat is dripping from our bodies but it doesn’t matter. It feels so fucking good to be alone here with her, our bodies pressed together, feeling amazing after what just happened. We sit there in silence for some time, and I realize that I feel more at peace with her than I ever have in my life.

  Is this real? I can’t help but wonder it. Is this something that goes beyond our situation? I know that I want her far more than the mission calls for. She makes me feel something I thought I had long forgotten about. It’s there inside of me, begging to come back to the surface, but I’m afraid of it. I’m worried about what it might do to the mission.

  I’m supposed to keep her at arm’s length. I need to train her, pretend to at least, in order to infiltrate this group. But I know that I’ve already lost my objectivity a long time ago, and at this point I’m merely putting off the truth.

  The moon is drifting through the sky, and I know that our time is running short. I can’t risk keeping her outside of the compound for too long. The shift change is happening soon, and if we wait too long, the new guards will be better rested and alert.

  Slowly, I disentangle our bodies. She seems to understand what’s happening and quickly gets dressed. When we’re finished, she’s stands at the entrance to the cave and looks at me.

  “Do we have to go back?” she asks softly. “We can just run away, you know.”

  It breaks my fucking heart. I want to leave with her and never return, but we’d be hunted down by my own people, not to mention by the Russian mob. They’d never let us get away.

  “I’m sorry,” I say.

  She nods and silently climbs from the cave.

  I clench my jaw and smash my fist against the wall. I have to control myself and take deep breaths before I climb back out after her. When I do, I find her standing in the water up to her ankles, looking out across the ocean.

  I let her stand there for a couple of minutes before finally walking up and taking her hand. She doesn’t resist. We walk back toward the compound and slip inside.

  There are no good options here. I get her safely back into her cell and stand there in the doorway for a second.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” I promise.

  She just nods and rolls over, pulling the blanket
s over her head.

  I leave, locking the door behind me.

  19

  Riley

  I feel like I’m losing my mind.

  When I wake up the next morning, it feels like the night before was just a dream. The beach, the cave, the way Logan fucked me and held me, it all seems so fake and surreal. If it weren’t for the sand on my clothes, I’d believe I made it all up.

  For a second, I lost myself. I was able to imagine that we were just two normal people, lovers even, out for a stroll at night. We snuck into a cave to have sex because we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. We were just two crazy people on vacation.

  But that wasn’t the truth. No, not even close. The truth is, Logan is my captor. He is training me to become a perfect little sex slave, and then he’s going to sell me to the highest bidder.

  For a second, I almost forgot that fact. I asked him if we could just run away and live together, but he refused. He walked me back and locked me back up.

  He shouldn’t have brought me out. I never really thought it meant that I was going to be free, but there was something in the way he looked at me and touched me that made me think maybe, just maybe, he understood and was going to release me.

  Instead, I wake up on my cot in my prison cell, just as stuck as I was before.

  I sigh and roll over onto my side. I don’t know what I want from him. It’s all just so confusing. One part of me wants to give in to him completely, to obey his every word and command, but there’s still the part of me that remembers what it was like to be a free person. I don’t have to do whatever he tells me to do just because I’m stuck in his cage.

  True, he makes me feel good. I can’t deny that to myself. He has treated me very well, and he even promises that I’ll somehow get through this. He says he won’t let anyone hurt me.

  It’s just hard to believe. We had the chance to escape, but instead he took me back. We could have just walked off. It might have been hard, but I know that Logan could have handled it. He has the experience and the strength, although there is still a lot of mystery about him.