by B. B. Hamel
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 in 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?”
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.