18 #3
It’s all her fault. I should hate her, or at least, relish in the sight of her tears.
But it’s like something shifted today. I can’t keep my eyes from burning anymore than I can keep my hand from reaching out and gently catching her chin.
I lift her face up, and with the other hand, I dry the tears on her cheeks and the snot under her nose.
“Logan, oh my god! I’m so sorry!” Her face flaming, she looks around in vain for a tissue, before trying to hide her runny nose from me with her hands. Again, I force them to her side.
I open my mouth, then close it again. I can’t continue down this path of comforting her. I just can’t.
So I settle on, “Open your thighs for me.”
“Logan!”
“Go on, Lia,” I insist. “Do it. Or I will.”
She leans back, blushing furiously, and spreads her legs. Not fast enough for me, though. I push them wider apart, and position her so she’s sitting in front of me, facing a dusty mirror hanging on the other side of the room.
“Spread your pussy lips now.”
“Logan!” she gasps again.
“I said, spread them,” I growl.
Her cheeks are redder than her hair as she at last brings her fingers to her cunt and parts her lips for me. Some sick part of me enjoys her embarrassment, and when she squeezes her eyes shut and looks away, I whip her head back and force her to keep her eyes on the mirror.
“Look at that,” I breathe in her ear. “Look how fucking hot you are, Lia. Now touch yourself.”
She lets go of her folds, and I grab them and spread them wider, so wide she chokes out a pained cry. But then she brings a finger down and timidly touches her pussy.
She wasn’t lying when she said she’d never touched herself. She doesn’t know the first thing about it.
“Make circles,” I say, guiding her hand with my own. “You gotta make circles. That’s your clit. You won’t go to hell if you touch it.”
She inhales sharply as I press her finger to it, then force her to explore every part of herself. At last, she throws her head back, allowing me to control her fingers as they stroke her.
“Fuck yes,” she moans. “Fuck, yes, Logan…”
“What does the church think about all the swearing?” I chuckle, teasing her clit.
“They would probably… be really fucking… pissed about it…” she huffs out between loud moans.
“Uh huh.” I wrap my hand around her fingers, watching as her pussy gets wetter. “And what would your daddy say if he could see his good girl now? His little princess?”
“I’m not his good girl,” she groans. “I haven’t been in a long time, Logan… not since… not since… ooooh!”
“Let’s show him what a naughty girl you can be then,” I rasp, pushing two fingers into her soaking wet cunt just as she starts to spasm.
“Logan… Logan… oh, my fucking god!”
Her pussy grips my fingers as I drive them into her fast. I keep going, deepening her orgasm until she lies still, panting. Then I bring my fingers up to her mouth.
“Suck them for me,” I breathe in her ear.
“Logan…”
“Suck.”
I push the fingers deep into her, gagging her, filling her as viciously as I filled her cunt. Then I rub the mixture of saliva and arousal onto her face, before dragging her up to my lap and crushing her to me, shaking with a sudden, violent emotion that I’m helpless to contain.
“I need you, Lia. I fucking need you. I… just fucking… I need you.”
The humiliating words spill out of my mouth. I’m powerless to stop them. All I can do is hold her, and hate myself for the way I’m returning to that place I’d promised myself I’d never go back to.
Lia doesn’t say anything at first, and a thick silence settles between us. My heart racing, I loosen my hold on her. This girl is going to fucking end me.
I may have her in my hands, but she’s the one who’s got me wrapped around her little finger.
At last I feel the tickle of her breath against my neck as she opens her mouth. It takes her a few seconds to manage, “Logan.”
“Yeah,” I say, my heartbeat picking back up, wondering if she’s going to say the words that would stop the spiral.
“Logan… you’re not… you’re not really going to bring us back to Carmelo, are you?”
They’re not the words I was hoping for, but they stopped the spiral alright. The question rings out in my ears, and my arms suddenly feel like cold lead around her body.
“You won’t let Carmelo take us, Logan. Will you?”
She brings her glittering green eyes up, trying to meet mine, but I keep my gaze averted. Something cold twists in my chest as she continues.
“You don’t actually want to see me hurt, do you? You care about me. I can tell you care.”
She probably believes I’m giving in, but the truth is, I’ve never been so close to following through on my threat of handing her back to her husband.
The only thing that’s stopping me, right now, is the urge I have to strangle her myself.
When I don’t answer her questions, she changes tacks.
“Logan… do you think I could sleep in the other room? With Aurora?”
Fuck. I try to push down on my bitterness, but every part of me is throbbing. It’s hard to realize that I’ve allowed myself to give in to my old weakness yet again.
And for what? For fucking what?
For a lie.
I thought I could see right through her. But I let her trick me. When I saw her on her knees, naked for me… I should have shut it down right away. But she managed to wrest control from me tonight. She managed to turn me back into that needy, naive boy from high school.
She used me.
“Please?” she wheedles. “I just can’t sleep without her. I need her so much. You can understand that, can’t you?”
I swear to god, I’m going to stab someone if I hear her say one more word.
I stand up at last, more to put an end to her pleas than anything else, and shove her away like she’s burned me.
“Guess you told me the truth, that night, huh?” I ask coldly.
She blinks at me, clearly confused.
“When you were telling me what a dirty little whore you were. When you told me you slept with half of Oakley. I should have listened.”
“What… what do you mean?” she asks slowly.
“You thought you could sell your body to me,” I lash out. “You thought you could fuck me to get what you want.”
She stares at me, unable to get a sound out. I wouldn’t let her speak if she tried, anyway. I’ve heard her voice enough for a lifetime.
I stalk over to the door, grab a sleeping Everest by the collar, and shake him awake.
“Get up,” I snap. “Lia’s sleeping in here.”
Holding a sheet around her, Lia walks in slowly, parting her lips like she’s hesitating to… thank me?
She’s going to figure out pretty quickly that there’s nothing for her to be thankful for.
I was lenient. I let myself go soft tonight when I swore I never would.
She’s a snake. Selfish, manipulative. But I won’t let myself get caught up in her games anymore.
“You don’t have an ounce of power,” I growl, turning to her. “Don’t you fucking forget that, Lia. You’re my prisoner. My captive. Under my control until I bring you back to your husband. I own you, Lia. Do you hear me? I fucking own you.”