Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
SADIE
My heart beats out of my chest as I run through the freshly mowed grass to the shelter of the tall evergreens. Adrenaline courses my bloodstream, making my pussy quiver. I know he’ll catch me at some point.
But I have no idea what will happen when he does, and that’s the thrill of it.
Finally reaching the sparse trees, I grab my dress so it doesn’t get stuck on a branch.
The moon is almost full, giving me some vision, but the further I go, the less I see.
My breath is already labored, a combination of running and my heart racing.
My skin buzzes with anticipation as I slide behind a tree off the path. I’m hoping it’s dark enough, so he doesn’t notice me.
A full minute passes before I hear the crunch of the twigs on the path, only a few feet away from me. My breath hitches in my throat, while my body freezes in place.
A whistling sound fills the otherwise silent night sky, and I barely suppress a gasp. He’s taunting me. He’s taunting me, knowing he’ll catch me.
I want him to catch me.
But not yet.
I’m still not breathing, not until the sound of the twigs gets quieter and quieter .
Eventually, I determine he’s far enough. I’m barefoot and my best chance is to run back to the clearing and hide behind the deck furniture. He’ll probably be expecting me to go deeper into the woods, but I’m too smart for that.
One, two, three , I count in my head before moving. My steps are slow and deliberate, but there’s no way to escape the crunch of leaves when I step on them.
My head jerks back hearing a loud sound, like someone jumping on a rock.
I see his shadow, but with the dark, I can’t tell which way he’s facing.
If he’s facing my way, it means he saw me.
The second stretches for eternity while I shudder, struggling to make a decision.
As soon as I hear him move, my instincts decide for themselves.
Abandoning all thoughts of keeping quiet, I run. My heartbeat buzzes in my ears, loud as thunder. I run as fast as my feet can take me, not daring to look back.
Just as my feet step into the soft clearing, the floor is knocked out from under me.
“Aaaah!” I scream, though my fall is somehow cushioned.
Large arms envelop me with strength and we both hit the ground.
His strong, masculine scent infiltrates my nose, turning the adrenaline into pure lust. Liquid pools between my thighs as I fight him for dominance, trying to escape.
I know I could stop this with a single word, but there’s no way in hell I’d want to.
“Let me go!” I yell, but he’s far too strong.
“Yell all you want, princess, but no one will hear you here.” His voice is low and hoarse, and I feel it like a caress.
I continue to scream for help while he subdues both my arms in a hard grip of his hand above my head. The grass is soft and cool beneath my back, but it does nothing to diminish the inferno raging inside of me.
On a sharp tug, he rips my dress in two with his other hand. I let out a loud, shocked gasp. His head lowers to my ear, whispering darkly, “Don’t worry, princess. I’ll buy you a new one. I’ll buy you every fucking thing you want if you scream so sweet for me.”
“I told you not to call me princess,” I bite out, my voice cracking.
“I don’t think you’re calling the shots now.
” His lips pull up into a sadistic smirk, one that does wonders for my pussy, which is something I’d rather not psychoanalyze.
“I know you’re used to being in control.
I know you’re used to writing your stories and telling the characters what to do.
But now, you’re helpless. And this story is mine to tell,” he ends on a growl.
Not being in control sounds like heaven. I want to feel the story he’s writing. I want him to play my body like an instrument, however he wants to.
With my brain stuck in thoughts, I don’t even notice he’s pulled his pants down and taken his cock out. Not until he spreads my knees wide open and enters me to the fucking hilt.
“Ah,” I yelp. My mind wasn’t prepared for it, but the rest of me is ready. My pussy’s fucking dripping, crying happy tears to have him inside of me. My nipples ache with need. He somehow reads my thoughts because the next thing he does is lean down and bite into one.
Another scream tears from me. It hurts. But as soon as the pain registers in my head, it turns to pleasure. The second one gets the same treatment, and it’s no less debilitating. It short-circuits my brain, sending much needed blood to my clit.
He slides his hand down to the needy, swollen bundle. Teasing the hood with his fingers, he gives me just not quite enough.
“Clench my cock, princess. Show me how you like to be helpless underneath me.” He emphasizes his words by giving my clit a hard, hurting tug, and it pushes me over the edge. My screams echo in the air as tears appear in my eyes, my legs seizing.
“Motherfuck…” he groans, and I faintly feel the jerk of his cock inside of me, my head fuzzy with my orgasm .
His grip on my wrists turns painful as he fills me with his cum, his forehead slick with sweat. When both of our bodies finally settle, he presses his forehead to mine, releasing the hold on my hands.
Our breaths race in sync and a chuckle escapes him. An honest, boyish chuckle, one that makes me join him.
“Fuck,” he whispers, shaking his head.
And fuck, he is right.
This was crazy, and kinky, and unlike anything I’ve ever done, but with him—it was natural. I was so high on adrenaline, but my body trusted him implicitly.
I was married for twelve years, and I couldn’t imagine trusting David like this.
Moisture pools at the corners of my eyes, but Logan dries them with his hand. His fingers are calloused, but his touch is soft like silk.
His cock exits me, and I mourn the loss. I don’t think I can move, but he doesn’t make me. He lowers to a squat and lifts me into his arms with almost no effort.
My cheek presses to his chest, no words coming out of my mouth. He lands a small kiss to my hair, and my neck prickles again. My dress is ripped, my makeup probably smeared to shit, but he holds me like I’m precious.
He walks in silence to the house and up the stairs until he reaches the tub in my bathroom. Setting me on my feet for a second, he discards the remains of my dress before turning the water on in the tub and helping me into it.
He searches my vanity before finally asking, “Where’s your makeup remover?”
“What?” I chuckle, my brain fried.
“What do you use to remove your makeup?”
I point him to my bamboo pads and the solution I use, and he sits on the edge of the tub, softly cleaning my makeup off, while the tub fills with scorching hot water.
The touch of his hands on my face is so warm, so deeply intimate, that my heart leaps in my chest. When he’s done, he takes his own clothes off and enters the water, sitting right behind me. His hands trace my form, lathered in soap, lulling me to sleep.
My eyes snap up when I hear him gasp. “Are you hurting?”
I notice the few drops of blood floating in the water near my left foot. “I haven’t even felt it,” I respond, and he exhales a relieved breath.
Still, it doesn’t stop him from cleaning my foot and bandaging it when he lifts me from the tub and dries me thoroughly with a towel. Placing me on the bed, he brings me a glass of water. He waits for me to down the glass before placing his knees on the bed.
I expect him to lie down next to me, but he spreads my legs wide open, exposing my pussy to his heated gaze. Releasing a sigh, he lowers his head to land a long lick on my aching flesh.
I let out a whimper, my fists grabbing the sheets to hold myself in place.
Tingles travel my skin as he swirls his tongue around my clit.
It’s not hurried. It’s not rough. He licks me leisurely, like I’m an expensive chocolate he’s indulging in.
His moans and grunts are addictive, especially when showing how much he’s enjoying me.
My body is on fire. I feel decadent and beautiful, and pleasure starts building to the point of no return. I shiver, and he soothes me with his hands on my legs. My back arches off the bed, and he places a hand on my stomach to keep me served up for him.
My head thrashes from side to side as his licks snap the last threads of my sanity. I’m so fucking sensitive, but he takes his time, making sure that he turns me into a moaning, dripping mess.
And when he does… When my brain is nowhere to be found, overpowered by the need coursing through me, he bites into my clit, making me scream.
My climax is slow and strong, traveling through me slowly, just as his licks. The little zings of pleasure seep into every cell, making me feel alive. My eyes close, the ecstasy almost too much to handle. He licks me through it, milking every ounce of my release.
When I finally climb down from my peak, his eyes stare at me with adoration I’m sure I don’t deserve. I’m fully sated, my pleasure maximum reached, but the gleam in his black eyes tells me this isn’t the end.