Chapter 2
The sun may have been gradually rising in the sky to mark the dawn of a new day, but as far as Logan Rain was concerned, it was very much a case of same old shit, different day.
‘Urgh… what happened?’ Logan muttered as he gradually came to. ‘I fell asleep in my car? Again?’
Logan had indeed fallen asleep in his car.
However this was unlike the other times when he had simply taken the decision to stumble back to his car and spend the night tucked in underneath his blanket on the rear seats.
As Logan felt an aching stiffness shoot through his body, his grimaced in pain as he gradually opened his eyes to the sight of the front end of his powerful muscle car wrapping itself around a streetlight.
‘What… the… fuck?’ Logan grumbled, wincing in pain as he craned his neck around to get a better view of the damage.
Logan was forty-four, but lived life in the same wild, fun-seeking way as he did in his twenties. It was just who he was, and there was no way and no how that he was ever going to change.
Having fun was part of Logan’s DNA.
Logan Rain was a quintessential Daddy Dom in so many ways. He was big, well-built, and had the kind of raw power that would put ninety-nine percent of the male populous to shame.
Logan was fun loving and enjoyed a party more than most – but when it came to relationships, his desire was to dominate and let his growling, snarling, Daddy Dom side come out to play.
Despite fitting all the classic Daddy prerequisites, Logan hadn’t always fully known he was a natural born Daddy.
Growing up, being different wasn’t exactly supported in his household and Logan’s fear of any kind of commitment had also made it basically impossible to find a girl to settle down with.
Sure, Logan fooled around plenty.
Many a Little had presented their peachy butt for Logan to spank and their body for Logan to play with in full Daddy mode. But over the years, this had started to feel like something of an empty pursuit as far as Logan was concerned.
The only problem for Logan was finding a girl who would be able to handle his desire for living life on the edge. Having never settled on a career, Logan had gotten used to living for the moment.
Home was wherever Logan hung his paddle.
But as the years passed, Logan knew deep down that he wanted to settle down and find a girl who he could care for, love, and provide some seriously strict guidance for.
Aside from being a Daddy and having his age play side, Logan had plenty of other kinks too. But the chances of being able to properly explore these with a short-term hookup seemed remote.
Logan knew that if he ever wanted to be able to fully express himself to his absolute truest self then he would need someone to do it with.
And that left one seriously big question…
Who on earth could that girl be?
Was there a girl on the whole West Coast who could handle a Daddy like Logan Rain?
Logan was a loose cannon. Every day was a new adventure, and with adventure came risk. But waking up in a crashed car was extreme, even by Logan’s fast and loose standards.
Instinctively, Logan knew that something wasn’t quite right about this situation. With his mind still blanking on what had gone down, Logan looked up into the rear-view mirror.
There was a graze on Logan’s cheek but other than that, he looked as devilishly handsome as ever. Then, as Logan was running his hand through his naturally streaked blonde and brown hair, he saw a cop car whizz by in the distance.
The cop car was clearly on a mission to get to somewhere else, but it helped Logan bring his own situation into sharp focus.
What the hell am I doing here?
Why can’t I remember anything?
I need to move. I need to move fast…
Logan reached for the car key and unsurprisingly it was still firmly lodged in the ignition. As he turned the key to start the engine, Logan let out a yelp of anguished pain. He was definitely going to need to find somewhere to crash and lie down for a hot moment.
Worse than the jolting pain in his shoulder though was the fact that his trusty muscle car wouldn’t start up.
‘Come on, don’t let me down baby,’ Logan said, a rising frustration in his voice as he attempted a second, then third, time to get the powerful gas guzzling engine up and running. ‘Come on! Come on! I need you to work for me!’
Logan’s biceps were tense with sheer frustration as he let his anger bubble over. This wasn’t good. And what made it worse was that the angrier Logan got, the more painful the sensation in his shoulder felt.
As another cop car passed in the distance, Logan began to feel like it was only a matter of time before his car was spotted. And Logan knew that if he was still inside it, then there would be way too many questions for him to answer.
‘I have to bounce,’ Logan said, an increasing sense of urgency in his voice.
Logan still felt a little woozy, but he knew that now wasn’t the time to wonder exactly what had gone down to lead him into this situation. Logan could work all that out later. As far as Logan was concerned, he needed to get himself the hell out of there.
Logan’s police record wasn’t entirely blemish free, and he knew that a DUI or some kind of dangerous driving charge could even lead to a custodial sentence. There was no way Logan was going to allow himself to lose his freedom, not over an offence he could not even remember committing.
There was no other way. Logan would have to exit the scene of the crime, whatever that crime actually was, and make a run for it.
And if that meant leaving his beloved car behind, then that was just the price Logan had to pay.
As Logan gingerly opened the car door and stepped outside onto the clean Blue Rock road, he shot a glance over at the large black bag in the passenger seat…
‘Holy hell. I… won the drag race,’ Logan muttered. ‘My winnings. That bag has my winnings in it!’
For a brief moment, Logan smiled his cocky, charming, utterly brilliant smile. His mind suddenly filled with memories of winning a tough, highly intense drag race the previous night.
I’m faster.
I take more chances.
No one beats Logan Rain…
But Logan’s smile soon disappeared as he picked up the black bag and it felt suspiciously light. Logan opened the bag in double-quick time and was dismayed to see that there was the grand total of zero dollars inside it.
‘What the fuck?’ Logan said, shaking his head in disbelief. ‘Some sonofabitch must have swiped my prize money. But who?’
The sound of a fire truck in the distance brought Logan back into the present moment. He may have been down ten thousand dollars in prize money, but that didn’t change the fact that he may well have been at the scene of a crime that he committed.
It was time to make a run for it.
After managing to run for several blocks, Logan knew that it was time to find somewhere nice and secluded to rest. Looking around him, he realized that it wouldn’t be an overly difficult task.
The neighborhood looked relatively upscale. With smart apartment buildings and nice detached houses, this was very much a Blue Rock kind of place.
‘Pfft. Too many electric cars for my taste, but whatever,’ Logan grumbled, noticing the plethora of shiny Teslas on the streets and in the driveways.
Putting his distaste for electric cars to one side, Logan found a quiet side street and took a moment to sit down and take things in.
Logan knew he was in Blue Rock and had a rough idea of where he was in relation to his car – well, if it hadn’t been spotted and removed by the police yet.
Going home wasn’t exactly an option for Logan though.
In fact, home was something of a touchy subject.
Logan had recently split up with his kinda casual on-off-on again girlfriend and was pretty sure that his face wasn’t exactly welcome at their old apartment any longer.
It wasn’t that Logan had cheated or done anything terrible, it was more that Logan simply hadn’t been able to give his ex, Chrissie, the commitment that she wanted.
Chrissie was nice. Real nice.
But Chrissie could never be what Logan truly wanted.
Chrissie simply wasn’t a Little.
Effectively, Logan had been homeless and living out of his car for the past few weeks. The winnings from the drag race were going to be spent on securing the rent on a new place.
But with the money gone and his beloved car looking worse for wear, Logan was beginning to feel a little bit lost. For a guy who lived on the edge, Logan was used to being in sticky situations. However even by his own standards, this was shaping up to be something else altogether for Logan.
After spending a while resting, Logan spent the rest of the day wandering around the pretty suburb. It all seemed very familiar to him. The cafes, the florist, even down to the multiple wholefoods stores that seemed to be on every corner.
But as amusing as it was for Logan to play games like ‘spot the hipster’, he knew that soon it would be nighttime. Logan hadn’t dared to go back to his car for fear of being spotted near it, and in truth he feared that it had been towed or even stolen.
Facing up to problems had never been a strong suit for Logan, and today was proving to be a prime example of exactly that. But no matter how much he wanted to bury his head in the sand, Logan knew that he needed to do something, and soon…
What are my options?
Who can I call?
What’s my best play here?
Logan crouched down and sat his butt down on the curb. He took his cracked, barely working cellphone out of the back pocket of his blue jeans and scrolled down his contacts list…
‘Jeez. Not sure how many favors I have left to call in,’ Logan sighed. ‘Unless…’
Logan quickly tapped out the message. He kept it short and sweet. The message was to his old college friend, Stella.
Logan hadn’t seen Stella for quite some time but they had history together.
And come to think of it, Stella lived pretty damn close to where Logan was in that moment.
Logan had only been to Stella’s place once, the last time he saw her in fact.
Stella had only just moved in at the time.
And given that Stella was a steady girl who loved routine and consistency, Logan was willing to bet that Stella would still be living there now.
So with all of this in mind, rather than wait for a reply to his message, Logan decided to seize the initiative and head on over to Stella’s place.
But if Logan was convinced that Stella was still living at the same address, he was far less sure about what kind of reception he would receive upon his arrival…
Logan rocked up at the building he believed to be Stella’s apartment block. It still had the recognizably super-smart entrance lobby with the abstract prints on the smooth, whitewashed walls.
Logan shook his head and laughed at the sight of a yoga instructor walking past him while carrying what must have been the world’s smallest dog.
But rather than focus too much on the painfully hip surroundings, Logan made his way down the corridor that he was certain led to Stella’s apartment.
‘Okay, here goes,’ Logan said, surprising himself as he realized that his heart was beating a little quicker than he might have expected. ‘Am I… nervous?’
Logan quickly shook himself down as he knocked on the door and waited. Each second felt like an eternity. Logan thought back to his time with Stella at college. They certainly had fun together.
But Logan had always known that while it was good fooling around, Stella was always going to want more.
Not only that, but Stella was fully committed to being a Little – and exploring that side of herself.
Logan knew that he liked the idea of it, but he still wasn’t sure at that time whether he wanted to be a Daddy or not. Again, it was the commitment that being a good, reliable Daddy to a girl required that put Logan off back then.
That’s why Logan had taken the decision to make a clean break when he chose to drop out before graduating. Logan thought back to his trusted motto:
Life moves fast, so keep moving.
With this in mind, Logan felt himself calm down. No matter what Stella said or did, if Logan wasn’t emotionally attached to the situation, he couldn’t feel any pain.
Speaking of emotions, it was time to switch on and face Stella…
‘Oh wow, you sure as hell ain’t changed!’ Logan said, a huge smile on his face as Stella opened the door. ‘No, that ain’t true. You’re even cuter than ever.’
Stella rolled her eyes.
For a moment, Logan thought that he might be about to experience that familiar feeling of a door slamming in his face. But Stella couldn’t keep it up for long.
‘You’ll never change either,’ Stella said, breaking into a smile and stepping to the side to allow Logan inside. ‘Come on in. You look like you’ve got a story to tell.’
As Logan stepped into the apartment and took a quick look around, he could see that Stella was doing very well for herself. While the apartment wasn’t full of gadgets or elaborate furnishings, everything had an air of premium quality about it.
Logan winced as he attempted to stretch his arm above his head, and this didn’t go unnoticed by Stella.
‘You okay, Logan?’ Stella said. ‘Actually, tell me later. Something tells me that what you’d love more than anything is a cold beer?’
Logan smiled in appreciation. Stella had always had good intuition for other people’s needs, and it didn’t seem like the time that had passed since he last saw Stella had dimmed that one bit.
‘You know it darling,’ Logan said, gladly taking a bottle of perfectly chilled beer from Stella and noticing Huggle, Stella’s stuffie leaning up on the kitchen worktop. ‘You know what else might also help?’
‘Go on…’ Stella replied, a hint of suspicion in her voice.
‘We could grab a shower together?’ Logan said, keeping a mischievous level of eye contact going as he watched Stella blush. ‘You look… sweaty?’
‘You wish,’ Stella snapped back, dismissively shaking her head and trying to act as cool as she possible could. ‘I have two bathrooms. You can use the guest bath. And let me guess… you want to stay the night?’
Logan nodded.
Stella really was the boss when it came to intuition. Logan knew it might not be the same for Stella, but as far as Logan was concerned the spark was still very much there between them.
If he was going to stay over, things might get complicated.
The girl’s so fucking sexy-cute-uptight and everything else too.
But life is for the living.
Sometimes the only option is to let go and see what happens…