Chapter 44
Logan
When we go back downstairs, Rose is on her way out.
“I’ll leave you two alone. Take the chicken out in an hour; the rest is on a slow boil and will be ready at the same time.”
Giving her a smile, which she returns almost knowingly, I chuckle and see her out, making sure to bolt the door behind her.
I’m not taking any chances with Serena. Until my new position becomes official with Solitaire, she is locked up where I know she is safe.
Guy is coming around later to change the locks to electronic ones, so if Quen or Isaac decides to just wander in like they’re used to, they will find it less accessible.
Moving to the kitchen, I turn everything off.
Serena pouts and tugs the tee further down. “Rose said an hour.”
“I know, but what I have in mind will take longer, and we don’t want it to spoil.”
A slight blush tinges her cheeks. “Okay, but before we do that, I need to say something.”
Stalking her, I narrow my eyes. “What is it?”
“I need clothes and my stuff from my apartment.”
“Clothes? Oh no, my good girl doesn’t need clothes.
” Passing the kitchen counter where I keep a spare blade, just in case, where Rose won’t find it in a holster underneath at the back, I slip it out and keep stalking my girl.
Flicking the knife around, I drop to my knees in front of her. Her gasp is music to my ears.
Running my hand up her leg, I bunch up the tee and carefully slide the blade through the fabric at the side of her panties, slicing the material cleanly.
Serena’s legs tremble slightly as I bring the knife to the other side and cut the material holding the scrap together.
It falls away, leaving her bare pussy right where I can lick it.
But I don’t.
Dropping the hem of the tee but keeping my grip on it, I rise and proceed to bring the blade through the fabric of the t-shirt, right up the middle, rending it in half until it falls away from her breasts.
“That’s better,” I murmur, keeping my gaze on hers. “Good girls need to be naked so I can fuck them wherever and whenever I want.”
“You have more than one?” she chokes out.
The flash of jealousy warms my heart.
“More than one what?” I tease.
“Good girl.” Her whisper is terrified. She doesn’t have the faintest idea what I feel about her, which fills my heart with pain.
“Oh no. Just the one,” I reassure her, carefully dragging the blade over the skin between her breasts. Her relieved expression provokes a slight smile on my lips.
Turning her around, I pull out the hair band from my sweats pocket that I snatched up as we left the bedroom. Braiding her hair, I tie it off and step back. Reaching into my other pocket for the mask from the ball, I pull it out and wrap it around her head.
She faces me as I pull my sweats down to show her my massive erection. “Slide your pretty mouth over my cock. I want to see my good girl being bad.”
Her lips part and she does as I ask, dropping to her knees and taking a firm hold of my cock at the base.
Reaching out, I wrap the braid around my hand and fist it tightly to keep her in place.
When she opens her mouth, I thrust forward, claiming her mouth as I fuck it, gripping her hair tightly as I stare down into her eyes.
“You’re so hot when I fuck your mouth, Serena. Fuck, you’re gorgeous. This feels so good, baby girl. Mmm.”
Ramming harder into her mouth, her eyes widen when I become a bit too rough with her, but she doesn’t complain. I’m nowhere near done with her yet.
Pulling back so she can take a breath, I pull my sweats up and haul her to her feet, leading her over to the fireplace. Pushing her up against the wall, her eyes light up, thinking we are about to fuck, but I have other plans for her.
Her demons need to be brought to the surface and whipped. She needs to be stripped bare, raw, and wild. She is going to hate me at the same time she loves me, but no matter what, I can’t stop. She can hide behind the mask, and that’s why I brought it along.
“Show me where he touched you.”
Serena blinks. “What?”
“The man who abused you when you were younger. Show me where he touched you.”
“Logan, no, I—I’m not ready.”
Her panic hits me square in the chest, but I keep going. She has to erase this imprint, and I’m the only one who can do this for her.
“Be my good girl and show me, Serena.”
“Logan, please.” Her lower lip trembles and my heart aches for her.
“Show me so I can rid the images from your mind, Serena. When you think of it, you will think of me touching you, and you will be safe. Show me.”
With all the bravery I know she is capable of, she hesitantly reaches out for my hand. I allow her to bring it closer to her.
“Here?” I murmur, cupping her breast.
She nods, her eyes scared and blank. She is about to shut down on me.
“Keep going, my brave girl. I’m so proud of you for taking this small step.”
The fire ignites again as she clenches her jaw. She takes the knife from me and draws my hand to her other breast.
“Here,” she whispers.
“Then what?”
“He sucked my nipples.”
“Did he moan while he did it?”
She nods.
Feeling sick to my stomach, I lean in and place my mouth over her right nipple with a soft groan. “Like this?” I ask softly.
“Yes.”
“Were you standing up?”
“Yes.”
“So just like this?”
“Mmph.”
Her muffled sob makes me look up at her, but she is determined to go on.
“What were his hands doing?”
She clamps hers over mine and pushes up, so her breasts are plumped up.
Sucking her nipples gently, I let her get used to it with the image of that predatory asshole in her mind.
“Did he touch you anywhere else?”
Eyes scrunched shut, she nods.
Cupping her pussy, I ask, “Here?”
Her stricken features confirm it.
Sliding my finger over her clit, she cries in anguish, tears seeping from her eyes as she relives the horror I’m inflicting on her. It tears me up inside. Thrusting my fingers inside her body wracked with sobs, I say clearly, “Open your eyes, Serena.”
She shakes her head.
“Open your eyes, baby girl. Look at me.”
Her green eyes shining with tears from her past trauma, open and fix on mine. My heart breaks for her, but I smile.
“What do you see?”
“You.”
“Me. That’s right, baby girl. I’ve got you. This is me. I touch you this way, no one else.”
She nods, her breath ragged.
Moving in closer to her, I remove my fingers from her pussy and press my body against hers.
“Who touches you, baby girl?”
“You do.”
“Who do you see when you feel hands on your body, a mouth over your nipple, fingers thrusting inside you?”
“You.”
“Only me. I demand it, Serena. You will think of no one else in this way, do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
“Did he slide his cock into you?”
She shakes her head, choking back the wounded noise of agony.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Serena?”
“Logan…”
“I’m sorry, baby girl.” I kiss her forehead, cupping her face. “I was harsh, but I needed you to see that it’s only me. Only ever me now. You don’t need to be scared again.”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “I need you, Logan, please.”
“Good girl.”