by B. B. Hamel
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 freedom. 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 gue
ss 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 dream 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.
“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.