Lia
“Wake up, brat! You have about five seconds to get your ass up… or I’ll get it up for you.”
Those words might not be everyone’s idea of a romantic start to the day, and well, I guess they don’t feel all that romantic to me either. But they do definitely get me wet and bothered, and isn’t that what counts?
I wriggle further under the covers, pushing a pillow over my head. I’m wearing Logan’s t-shirt and a pair of panties, though I hope I won’t be wearing them for much longer.
We’ve been here a few weeks only, but we’ve already settled into a happy rhythm. It’s similar to the one we had in Wyoming, but things feel more permanent here. I also get to sleep a whole lot more.
That doesn’t mean it doesn’t take a while for Logan to rouse me in the mornings. Maybe I’d be easier to rouse if the consequences to not waking up weren’t so… delicious.
Which is why I’m currently snuggling under the covers, fully awake, wondering what my punishment this morning will be.
I’m so busy wondering that I nearly jump out of my skin when I suddenly feel his hot breath in my ear. “Happy birthday, Lia.”
“Wh-what?”
“June 8th. It’s your birthday. Isn’t it?”
“Uhh…” I rub my eyes. “Is it?”
He chuckles. “Isn’t it?”
“Uhm, well, yeah, I guess. I can’t remember the last time I celebrated it, though.”
Liar. It was exactly three years ago. Right before you married Carmelo.
“Hmm. Well, from now on, you’ll be celebrating it again. Happy nineteenth birthday, ghost girl.”
He removes the pillow I’ve still got plastered over my head, and flips me onto my back. “Aren’t you going to make a wish?”
“Logan!”
I gape as I take in the three-tier cake with its nineteen candles. It looks like carrot cake, my favorite. I was wondering why Logan had bought so many carrots yesterday.
My heart is too swollen for words. I can’t believe Logan knew it was my birthday, or what my favorite cake is, or was thoughtful enough to plan this and keep it a secret.
When I at last manage to overcome my emotion, though, all I can think to say is, “Couldn’t you have found candles with nineteen written on them, instead of buying nineteen individual ones?”
I could kick myself for my sharp tongue, but he knows me by now. It’s a relief seeing that I haven’t hurt him. On the contrary, his mouth twists into a devilish grin.
“Well, it wouldn’t have been as much fun.”
“Huh?”
“I wanted to try something new.” Still grinning, he picks one of the flickering candles from the cake. “Make a wish. But don’t blow it out.”
“Uhm… okay.” I squeeze my eyes shut.
Please love me forever, Logan.
“Now, turn around.”
“Okay…”
My stomach twists in a knot as I start to suspect what’s in store.
Tapping the pillow so I rest my head on it, he pulls down the cover, removes my panties, and pushes another pillow under my bottom.
“Let’s make that wish come true,” he croons, his hand stroking circles on my back.
Then, without further warning, I feel something hot and wet drip on my ass.
“What the fuck? Logan!”
“Shhh.” he rubs the wax over me. “How was that, baby?”
“Uhm…” I wriggle my ass from the discomfort, and he groans, his cock stiff against my leg. “It was… hot.”
“Really?” I can hear the smirk in his voice. “How surprising. Too hot?”
“N-no… I guess not too hot.”
“Hmm. Let’s do something about that.”
“Wait… what?”
“Make a wish, baby.”
“Uh…”
Never forget me, Logan.
More drops of wax land on my ass, these ones far hotter.
“Fuck! Ow! Logan!” I pant in discomfort as he rubs the burn away. “Are you really going to do that with… all nineteen candles?!”
“Make a wish, Lia.”
“Uhm… uh… hold on, hold on, I’m not ready!”
Please love me as much as I love you, Logan.
Please grow old with me.
Please always be a father to my daughter.
The candles keep dripping wax, one after another, and after a while, each wish becomes an iteration of the previous one. By the time Logan has stopped, my ass feels like one big burn, my cheeks are soaked with tears, and my heart is filled with love.
“Fuck, Lia,” groans Logan, licking up my cheeks. “Fuck, you’re so hot. Fuck, I love you.”
His mouth melts into mine, his tongue claiming me. He pulls me into his lap and I sink into his arms while my sore ass squirms against his rough jeans.
“Fuck, Lia,” he says again, his voice low with lust.
“Yes, please. Fuck me, please.”
That earns me a swat on my ass and a chuckle. “Let’s eat your cake first.”
“Maybe we could eat it while fucking?” I plead. “Two birds, one stone?”
One glance at him and I realize he’s not exactly thinking the same thing as me.
“No, no, no,” I giggle, trying to scamper to the other side of the bed, but he grabs me by the ankle and pulls me back. “Logan! I’m going to get a yeast infection! You can’t! Stop!”
“You know the word,” he teases, then grabs a fistful of cream cheese frosting.
“Logan…”
I’m laughing so hard my belly hurts, and my face flames when he coats my pussy with the frosting. But my giggles die down in my throat when he forcefully pries my legs apart and begins to lick the frosting from my pussy.
“Logan… oh my gosh…”
His tongue swirls around my folds, flicking against my clit, dipping inside my pussy, before going back to my clit. Before long, I feel myself spinning up to the crest of a wave.
Until he suddenly clamps his teeth around my clit.
“Cry for me, ghost girl.”
He tugs the sensitive nub lightly while his fingers dig into my sore, waxy behind.
“Fuck! Ow!”
Tears run down my face as he tortures my clit and my ass, and I come in a painful orgasm, my body jerking helplessly between his teeth and his fingers.
I’ve barely come down from the orgasm before he rips off my shirt, then straddles my chest, his cock—also frosted with sticky sweet cream cheese—angling at my mouth.
“Take me, crybaby. Take all of me.”
His knees are planted on both sides of my head, and when he bends down to shove his cock in my mouth, his cake-covered fingers reach for my tits, twisting and tweaking them until I’m writhing in pain and need.
“Take me,” he grunts again, driving his cock all the way to the back of my mouth.
I don’t really have much of a choice in the matter, especially since his calves are resting on my arms, locking them to the mattress.
I’m not sure how he manages to fuck my helpless mouth so relentlessly while at the same time torturing my tits, but he’s already proven time and again that nothing can possibly stop him from driving me completely insane.
“Fuck… Lia… cry for me…”
My face is splotchy from the way his cock is pounding into me, at the exact angle and speed he must know from experience will draw tears from my eyes. By the time I feel his balls tighten, my tits are numb from pain.
“Swallow, crybaby. Go on and swallow it all.”
I gulp down the strings of cum hungrily, even licking up the drops that have spilled onto my face and chest, all of it mixed with carrot and cream cheese.
“Not sure I’ll ever be able to look at carrot cake the same way,” I groan when at last he gets off of me. “From now on, it’ll make me think of you and your cum.”
“Good.” He pulls me against him so that we’re both in a sitting position, my back against his chest. “Open your mouth for me, brat.”
I don’t even think to object, that’s how well he’s trained me. He grabs a hunk of cake and pushes it in my mouth.
“Lick,” he murmurs in my ear.
I suck his fingers as he drives them into me, mimicking the movement of his cock which has already left my throat raw and sore. But I know how much this turns him on, and I want to turn him on.
“Good girl,” he praises me, continuing to feed me cake with his fingers and making me suck them. “You’re my very good girl, Lia.”
I don’t even want to bite his fingers right now, which is a shame, because I do want the punishment that would follow.
“Ready for your present, little ghost?” he purrs in my ear.
“A present?” I sit up straight, looking at him excitedly. “Did you really get me a present?”
He smirks. “I got you two. One for my good girl, one for my brat.”
He kisses the top of my head, then disentangles his body from mine and gets up. I follow his movements to the dresser, where he fumbles in the top drawer, before withdrawing two packages. A very big one, and a very small one.
His grin matches mine when he returns to the bed, though his looks a lot more evil. “Which one do you want to open first?”
Hmm. I hesitate, so he makes my decision for me.
“This one,” he says, holding out the small present. “I want you to be able to enjoy it for a bit before…”
He lets the rest of his sentence hang in the air like a threat, but I’m far too curious about the present to care. I haven’t had a present in three years, and I can’t wait to open this one. Which makes me remember, with a sudden pang, that Logan told me he’d never received a present in his life.
“Logan!”
I’m speechless as I open the box and stare at a huge opal ring. The stone is green flecked with blue and yellow, set on a thin gold band with two small diamonds on either side of it.
“Logan,” I repeat, vaguely aware that my mouth is wide open.
“For my good girl,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss me.
“That stone looks exactly like your eyes. See?” He tilts it one way, letting the light catch it.
“That’s when you’re wearing your contacts, and they make your eyes sparkle.
” He tilts it the other way, and the sparkles seem to grow longer. “That’s when you’re my little crybaby.”
“Logan…” I take the beautiful ring from the box, admiring it, but then I freeze just as I’m about to put it on.
Which finger does it go on?
“Is this…” I swallow audibly. “Is this an engagement ring?”
“No.”
Oh.
I hadn’t been expecting anything like an engagement ring, so why does his answer make my heart hurt? My smile grows tense as I battle with humiliation, pain, and the fear that I’ll lose him after all, that none of this is real, or permanent.
It’s a sudden, crippling sensation that I don’t know how to push away.
“Lia.”