by Dakota Lee
* * *
My eyes fly open when I bump into something. My pulse finally slows, when I remember where I am. I’m still at Logan’s studio and he’s invited himself to sleep in the bed with me. Fucker could’ve been a gentleman and made a pallet on the floor. But no, he’s in bed. Shirtless.
I inch my way to the side of the bed, only to have his hand snake out and pull me back against him, slinging his leg over mine, holding me in place.
My skin erupts in goosebumps when our bodies collide. His breathing steadies and I close my eyes, trying to fall back asleep. It’s impossible being this close to him. Our argument and the interrupted foreplay from earlier invade my thoughts.
No one anywhere would think it’s a good idea to be pressed against your hot shirtless ex, with so many emotions swirling inside you. If I were heartless and cruel, I’d snuff the air from his lungs or pry his fingernails off with a rusty screw driver. But I’m not those things, I’m just me, and I like to use my quick wit and sharp tongue as instruments of torture.
A little voice inside me says, But that’s not all you have. I check the time on my phone, respond to my missed messages, then grab one end of the rope still looped through the bed and slip it over Logan’s hand that’s closest to the headboard.
I’m not sure I can reach the second one because of the way he’s laying. Unless… I scoot away and his body follows until he’s more centered on the bed. I rub my hand up and down his arm in a gentle caress before linking my fingers through his, lifting our hands. I get it high enough to slip the other loop over his wrist and back away, coming to sit on my knees to observe my handiwork. He goes to reach for me again, pulling the rope tight. His eyes pop open and I enjoy my triumph as he realizes I’ve got him ensnared for a change.
“Jordanna?”
“Let me tell you how this is gonna to go. It’s you that’s been a very bad boy, and now I’ll be the one meting out the punishments.”
“This isn’t funny.”
“Oh, no? Are you the only person who gets to tie someone up and make demands?”
He struggles against the ropes even though he should know better than anyone, they’re not going anywhere.
“When I get free.”
“Let’s not go making any more threats, hmm?”
Now I need to decide what to do with him. I slip out of my jeans then lean forward, kissing his jaw, his neck, his ear, before trailing my mouth down one side of his body, then back up the other. I take a page from his book, twisting and biting his nipples to elicit pain, before sucking them into my mouth to give him pleasure. Suckling and nibbling his flesh, until hickeys appear. He’ll wear my marks tomorrow. His erection tents his pants, but I ignore it. There won’t be any instant gratification for him. Not this time. “Roll over.”
“Not happening.”
“No? Okay.” I pull my sweater over my head and kneel over him, wearing nothing but my panties and bra.
He drags his eyes down my body and taunts, “You want to torture me, you have to do better than this.”
“Challenge excepted.” I discard the last of my clothing before climbing up his body to straddle his chest. Reaching behind me, I brush my palm over his erection. He stays still as if me sitting with my pussy in his face and my hand on his dick is as innocent as having a tea party.
Taking my free hand, I pinch my nipples before leaning down to brush them across his lips. His face remains impassive, but it’s his eyes I watch. I tick off the change of colors in my head. Emerald, moss, onyx.
He’s had one threat that’s resounded in my head since that first time. One thing he does to show dominance over women. Let’s see how he likes it when the roles are reversed.
I scoot closer, lifting myself up, hovering over his face. “You’re going to eat my pussy and lick up every last drop.”
Before he can say something to contradict me, I press myself against his mouth, leaving just enough room for him to breathe through his nose. But only because I don’t want to suffocate him before he’s done.
He lays there, a bored look on his face, like he’s not interested.
Reaching inside his pants, I grip his shaft, giving it a quick jerk. “You don’t want to taste me, Logan?” I ask, sliding back. “That’s too bad.” I pout, dipping a finger inside my opening. “Because if you want an answer to your question, this might be the only way to get it.”
That pushes his button. He tilts his head forward, latching onto my clit. Groaning, I push closer to his mouth as he laps and sucks my juices, stiffening his tongue to plunge into my opening. “That’s it, Logan. Right there, baby. Fuck. I love your mouth on me.” His tongue flicks against my swollen nub. I grip the headboard as I ride his face.
I’m close, riding the high. “Logan!” I cry out when he nibbles and sucks hard on my clit, sending me flying over the edge. When I’m steady enough to move, I pull off his pants, tossing them on the other side of the room. I dress in a hurry, grab my bag, and place a quick peck on his cheek, before loosening the knot on one end of the rope, and bolt towards the door.
Thankfully, the elevator is on this floor. I’m in it, with the gate rolled down and descending by the time he reaches this end of the hall. I blow him a kiss, before I disappear from his line of sight. I’m laughing when I step outside, and slide into the backseat of the car Pepper sent to take me back to campus.
Twenty-Six
Jordanna
I’m looking for something to wear to Summer’s basketball banquet and chastising myself for not coming shopping sooner. Stepping out of the dressing room, I go to the end of the walkway, to look at myself in the full length mirror. I turn sideways to check out the flare of the skirt in back. It’s cute but I’m not sure I like the cut on me. If I were going for an office job it would be perfect, but it’s too plain for a banquet. I do a quick change and step outside again. This time when I look in the mirror, someone else’s face appears next to mine.
I hold Bella’s gaze in the mirror. It’s fitting that she snuck up on me. I mean, demons often appear out of thin air, right?
“Back to crushing on me again, are you? Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m still not into you.”
“You think you’re so safe, being at school, and working for the dean? You’re not.”
“That’s what all of your friends keep telling me, and yet… I don’t feel like I’m in danger.”
She sneers at me and says, “You’re so pathetic, you don’t even know it.”
“Um. The only thing pathetic around here is your ongoing need to tear others down, oh, and your fixation on me.”
“Tell me something, Jordy…” I force myself not to cringe at the sound of that name rolling off her tongue. “How does it feel knowing no one will ever see you as more than a hole to fill?”
“About the same way it feels for you to know that nobody will ever think of you as more than a sadistic bitch. You’ve adapted, so I figure I can too.” Glancing over my shoulder I ask, “Is there a reason for this little heart to heart or is seeing me really getting you off? The pictures you sent Robbie weren’t enough? Pull out your phone. I’ll let you get a clear shot of my tits.”
“Oh, I’ve got cinema worthy footage of those and a lot more. How much do you think I could get for them? Or better yet, how much can your mother afford to lose to keep them from going public?”
My back stiffens. Yup, the bitch went there. She thinks she’s untouchable and so far she has been. The thing with Bella is she’s so good at stirring up shit and having others take the fall that you can never prove she’s involved. But if I can find out about Penn’s professionally hidden dirt, I can find hers. I just need a little more time.
“Finally, have your attention, don’t I?”
I nod because the only way to lure her into a false sense of security is by letting her think she’s got me blocked in.
“Good, now listen and listen good. I don’t care what kind of deal you struck with the dean, this is your last semester here. If you w
ant to drop out before it’s over, even better. But either way, this little thing you’re doing. Hanging with the grad students, meeting influential people in town. That shit stops now. Go to class, to work and to your room, and stay the hell out of my way.”
“Is this about Logan? Because you know better than anybody that, that shit is over. I’m not in your way.”
“Logan?” She laughs. “God, Logan is the least of my issues with you. I told you, you being born is the problem I have with you, and if you think I’m going to let you stay here stirring up shit, think again. One false move, and mommy gets the file. Are we clear?”
I nod again. Watching as she flicks her hair and flounces off with her army in tow. Bella was further down the list of people I was focusing on, because ultimately my plan was to let her friends tear her down the way she does everyone else. But after what she just threatened, she’s earned herself a more personalized type of destruction.
Twenty-Seven
Jordanna
Logan and I sit on opposite sides of the room in art class. Today, he’s back in Gredin’s seat, which can only mean he wants to coerce me into doing something. He won’t have to try too hard. I’ve been distant these last few days, and today is the day I pretend to give in.
“I see you’ve crossed international airspace.” I tease, sliding onto my stool.
“I had to, since I’m mounting a rescue mission.”
“Who needs rescuing?” I ask rearranging my brushes and checking my paint levels.
“You do.”
“From?”
“From whatever you’re doing tonight.”
“I like what I have to do tonight. I’ll be studying and working on my article.”
“You’ll like doing me better.”
My head snaps up, and my brows lift. “Changed your mind about letting me…”
He considers his choice of words, narrowing his eyes at my insinuation. “I told you, it’s never gonna happen.”
I shrug, unbothered by the growl in his voice. If he can ask all the time about fucking my ass, I can ask about playing with his. He’s so adamant about this no, that I’m determined to figure out a way to make it happen. His doctor won’t be the first person up there. I’m going to be the one with that honor.
“What’s so funny?”
I shake the thought from my head. “Nothing.”
“We’ll have dinner. At the studio.”
“What’s wrong with the cafeteria?”
“Health code says I can’t strip you naked there.”
“A booty call? Should I just show up naked under a raincoat?”
“Yes. See you at seven.” He winks as he slips off the stool and returns to his side of the room.
* * *
When I get back from class, there’s a new note in front of my door, tied to the last two editions of The Daily Scroll.
* * *
I was drowning in a sea of emptiness and greed until I saw you. Now it wrecks me to know your effervescent light dimmed because of the idiotic act of the many. My world is desolate and no hope or lightness of being blooms without the radiant glow of your smile.
* * *
I clutch the note to my chest. Logan’s an ass, but he can be so damn sweet when he wants to be. I’ve always said he has a bit of a poet in him and these notes prove it. I was kicking myself for mouthing off at his dad the way I did at his birthday brunch, but the Star Gazette printed some pretty hateful things about my mother when step-dick was arrested. They all but said she knew what Penn was up to and deserved to go to jail, too. I wrote the editor and threatened to sue them, if they didn’t print a retraction. They eventually amended the article, as the evidence came out, but only because the U.S. Attorney was giving press conferences and officially went on record to say my mother was innocent.
Penn’s trial starts in a few weeks, and so far none of the news outlets have mentioned it. I’m hoping the story gets buried as a footnote on one of the last pages if they decide to write anything at all. Which is why I shouldn’t have antagonized the man that owns the paper. Or fucked his son in front of his ex, in the fancy little poker room at their country club.
“Heading out?” Kassidy asks, looking up from the television screen.
“Study date with some friends.”
“So it’s not another party?”
“Nope, not tonight.”
“Who are these friends, and why don’t you invite them here? It’s cold, and it’s late. I’m not sure you should be the one traveling across campus alone.”
“I’ll be fine.” I assure her, walking towards the door.
“Okay, have fun, and make sure he wraps it up.”
My steps falter as I turn to look at her. “Who?”
We enter a staring contest, the kind Summer and I used to engage in to see who would get the last piece of cake. I love cake, so I medal in this sport. Kassidy blinks first.
“Girl, I know you’re sneaking around with Logan, which is really why you need to be careful. Bella’s gonna shit bricks when she finds out you’ve roped him back in.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. At least I don’t have to hide this from her anymore. “How did you know?”
“Claire, has a big mouth, and she mentioned it to someone, who mentioned it to me.” She squints her eyes at me, turning her head right and left, then gives me a wide smile. “Did you really do it in the kitchen with the waitstaff walking by?”
“It was the poker room, and as far as I know, she’s the only person that saw us.”
“Wait, you know she was watching you?”
“Yup.” I say, accentuating the p.
“Damn. Mom would be proud of you.”
“We’re not telling your mom, and I wasn’t expecting anyone to follow us.”
“Oh yeah, Claire definitely followed Logan. Probably thought she’d get him alone and do the exact same thing.” She says, bent over, clutching her stomach. The words come out on a wheezed breath through her laugh.
“I’m glad you think this is so funny.”
She finally gets her laughter under control. “Girl, Claire is an opportunist, okay? She and Logan hooked up over the years, and last summer it looked like things were getting serious. She was telling everyone they were practically engaged, since daddy McKay thought their families would make a good union. But as soon as Logan was done with her she moved on to his cousin.”
“Talk about six degrees of separation.”
Waving her hand at me, she says, “If you’re sure, you’re sure, then I’m done being the responsible roommate.” We both laugh at the irony of our temporary role reversal. “Be safe, have fun, and I totally support you letting your freak flag fly.”
* * *
It was ten minutes to eleven when I finally showed up. True booty call hours, and we’ve been locked in a battle of wills for the last five minutes, since Logan insisted on acting like an ass because I took my time getting here.
“For the last time, get it through your head Logan, I have a life and I don’t come when ordered.”
“I beg to differ. You’re quite good at cum-ming on demand.” He walks over to the bed, pushes off his jeans, and sits, taking himself in hand. “Come over here and I’ll prove it.”
A zap of energy courses through me. I’m fully prepared to play his game. “There you go, trying to order me around again.” Turning towards the door, I say, “Maybe you can call me when you learn to ask, instead of demanding. Or better yet, call one of the endless number of girls who like sucking you off because they think toxic attention from you is better than none at all.”
He pounces on me before I reach the door. “Let this be the last fucking time you tell me to go fuck someone else.”
“It won’t be.”
“Is that so?”
He drags me over to the table where his laptop is and stabs at a button, waking it. After a few clicks of the mouse a video starts rolling.
“What are you doing?”
He turns up t
he volume, pushing my face closer. I don’t know the girl, but I know before the guy turns around that it’s Logan. “That’s what you’re telling me to do. Find someone else and sink inside them over and over again until they’re screaming my name? Can you really sit here and say you want me to give this away? That you don’t feel any sense of ownership to my dick?”
Watching him on screen and considering his question, I do feel something. Ownership isn’t quite the word, because Logan doesn’t belong to me, and this is just one more trick he’s using to get me to let my guard down, so he can snatch the rug out from under me again.
I turn my back to the screen. Whoever she is deserves privacy even if it’s on film. “Let’s not pretend you need my permission to do whatever you want, Logan, and this homemade porno isn’t having the effect on me you thought it would. Does she at least know you taped this and share it as part of your seduction technique?” I ask when he undresses me from the waist down.
He grabs his cock again. My eyes drift down to the swollen head, the tip of my tongue darts out when I see the bead of moisture on the tip. Even if I won’t say the words out loud, I am aroused, and I do want him.
Locking eyes with him, I sink to my knees, inspecting every protruding vein. I swipe my thumb over it, before bringing it to my mouth. I kiss the tip, lick the slit, and circle my tongue around the ridge before placing feather soft kisses up one side of his length and down the other. His eyes are dark and hooded, watching me in that deliciously dangerous way he has. The one where I can tell his patience is wearing thin.
"You're toying with it." He says as he slips his hand under my chin. "Stop pretending you've never seen my cock before." His thumb pushes between my lips, parting my mouth wide. "You know how I like it. So open wide and swallow it."