38
Logan
“Maybe, if you keep making me come, every single moment of every single day… maybe I’ll let you keep me in your cage.”
It’s the next morning, and Lia is sprawled in bed, blinking up at me lazily as I bring in the breakfast tray.
“Funny. I didn’t think you were letting me do anything.”
I pull her into my lap as I always do, and start spoonfeeding her oatmeal.
“Also, I can eat. I can drink by myself, and go to the bathroom with the door closed, and without cameras watching me. I’m not helpless, and I won’t disappear the minute—”
“Is this really how you want to start the day, Lia?”
She glares at me. “What, with an argument? Well, if you continue to—”
“No, not with an argument, baby. With a punishment. Last time I checked, captors don’t argue with their captives.”
Her glare grows furious. “I don’t know how you think it’s helping, to keep reminding me every single second of the day that I’m a prisoner…”
“Okay.” I lift my hands up in a sign of apology before bringing a cup of coffee to her lips. She takes a sip despite her earlier objections. “Okay, I’ll stop,” I say. “Or at least, I won’t do it as often. I don’t want to make you unhappy, Lia. I told you so.”
“Hmm.” She glances at me suspiciously. “That doesn’t sound like you. Or like the new you. The old one wanted to kill me, but he was loving, too. The new you…”
“The new me has lost you one too many times,” I tell her, gripping her waist.
She sighs, sagging back against my chest. “Okay.”
We stay like that for a beat in silence, and I try to find my way back to the person I used to be, before years of pain turned me into a hard shell who could only show my love by hurting the object of my affection.
Though I guess some part of me has always been like that.
Lia breaks the silence first.
“I wanted to tell you... I know you’re still looking for Jane.”
I stare at her. She hasn’t mentioned her daughter much lately, and I’d started to wonder if she’d forgotten. If that part of her memory had closed down again, or if it felt so painful she’d buried it.
Ever since her suicide attempt, I’ve been keeping my search strictly secret, and I have no idea how she found out.
“I looked at your phone,” she admits in answer to my unuttered question.
I arch a surprised eyebrow. “You got into my phone?”
“Well, yeah. It wasn’t so hard to figure out. It was my birthday.” She snuggles into me, before apparently remembering she’s supposed to be angry. But I grab her and pin her to me, keeping her in that position, and she quickly gives in.
“So, what about Jane?”
“Well, I want to help you look for her. It’s only right. She is my daughter.”
“She’s mine too. My responsibility, just like you are.”
“She’s not your daughter, Logan. I have no idea whose daughter she is.” Lia’s lower lip trembles. “But she’s not yours, and neither is Aurora—Piper. You don’t need to take all of that on. It’s my responsibility, and you need to let me take it.”
I press her gently to me. “Baby, Jane is my daughter. She was born about six months after you disappeared. You were pregnant when your father took you. Don’t you remember?”
She blinks her glittering green eyes at me. “Was I? Now that you say it…” She blinks again. “It feels… familiar.”
“Even if she wasn’t genetically my daughter, though,” I tell her, threading her hair through my fingers, “she’d still be mine. It’s my job to look for her. Now, I promise you I’ll find her. I don’t want you to worry about anything. Okay?”
“Okay,” she sighs, leaning back.
I reward her unusual submissiveness with a trail of kisses from her lips to her belly button.
“You’re my very, very good girl,” I praise her.
“I love it when you give in to me. I love it when you’re my submissive baby, and I’m going to show you how good it can be when you’re good to me.
” I continue to rain down kisses until I reach her panties and find them soaked.
“I’m going to give you the best orgasm of your life. ”
“Yes, Logan,” she gasps, wriggling excitedly.
Pushing aside the tray, I pull her down over my lap. I hungrily bring my hand over the swell of her ass, then cup her mound. I don’t know exactly what I want to do to her yet, but I do know I can’t go another second without touching her.
But then, my phone vibrates, and I see Damien’s name flash across the screen.
“Logan…” She arches up to me. “Logan, don’t stop… please…”
I look down at her, at my sexy ghost girl exactly where I want her, draped over my knee, then at the buzzing phone.
I guess he’s calling to talk about that company we’re in the process of acquiring.
The one whose CEO turned up dead and footless.
But that didn’t deter Damien from putting in an offer with his replacement.
I really don’t want to deal with business right now.
Silencing the phone, I turn my attention back to Lia, and am surprised to find her looking… disappointed.
“What is it, baby?”
“Uhm.” She blushes. “I was just thinking… maybe you could answer the phone while you make me cum.”
I smirk. “Would you like that, baby? Would you like to try not to make any noise while I do my best to make you scream?”
“We-e-ell… maybe…”
I flip her over on her back, spread her legs, and reward her with a long lick. Her whole body tenses as she gasps.
“Oh, fuck!”
“No swearing, ghost girl.” I grab her clit between two fingers and pinch.
“Oh, fuck. I mean, shit. Crap. Ow. Stop!”
I watch her flail around like a cute fish as I keep my sadistic hold on her clit. At last I let up, and she lies gasping on the mattress. Then I lick her where I hurt her, and she moans loudly.
“Red works, Lia,” I remind her as I always do. “So does stop.”
“Oh yeah?” She lets out another moan as I suck in her clit. “What does stop do?”
I grin. “Makes me go harder. Want to try?”
“Stop!”
I plunge two fingers into her pussy, pumping my cock in my other hand as I feel her inner walls grip me. Then I curse under my breath when the phone rings yet again.
“Answer,” she manages to say between loud moans. “Please answer. I want to try to be… your good girl.”
I chuckle, even as my cock grows rock hard. “Fine, baby: you win.” I grab her legs, pulling them up so she’s in a diaper position, and she squeaks in surprise. “Now, remember, no noise. That’s how you want to play, isn’t it?”
“I… uhm… what are you doing?”
Smiling sadistically, I bring the phone to my ear, balancing it between my cheek and my shoulder. “Yeah, Damien? Can’t talk much. I’m kinda busy.”
I punctuate the sentence with a couple of loud smacks that make her squeak again.
“Yeah, so I hear,” he chuckles.
“It’s not fair,” she hisses. “I can’t help that kind of noise!”
Her words are drowned out by another smack, and then I allow one of her legs to wriggle out of my hold.
It’s even better like this, with one of her legs up and the other one twitching uselessly on the mattress. Her pussy is on full display, and it’s fucking glorious.
“Obviously, this is kind of important,” adds Damien, “or I wouldn’t have called so early.”
“Mhm hmm.” I bring my hand down hard on her pussy now, until she forgets all about the phone and starts to cry loudly. I hook her leg over my shoulder and reach up to lick her tears.
“Hey, man, I get you’re, you know… but how about doing something other than slapping her around? I can barely hear myself think.”
“Fine.” Deciding she’s had enough of the painful part of the foreplay, I bury my face in her pussy.
“Can you seriously not eat out her… well, you know… while we’re talking on the phone? It’s really hard to follow through on our pact of not talking about… well, you know… when I can literally hear you slurp that shit.”
I don’t have him on speaker phone but the sound must be loud enough that Lia hears him, and her blush is so intense it travels to her tits.
“This is important, Logan.”
“Fine.”
I dial down the sound, assuming he wants to talk about the footless CEO. I don’t want Lia to hear about that. It’s probably unrelated to her, but I’m worried any mention of the Puicin Gang could upset her.
Freeing my mouth, I thrust three fingers into her. “So what’s up?”
“Nothing much. The usual. Feet shit.”
“Mhm hmm.” I try to listen, but I’m pretty focused on keeping Lia on edge by slowing down my fingering whenever I notice her getting just a little too close to orgasm.
“Well, we’ve been doing some more digging into the Puicin Gang. That is, Vincent has. Igor’s been too busy torturing people, Everest is fixated on that stupid gala—which he’s trying to get me to come back to Astley for—and I’ve been too busy…”
“Eating Seraphina’s—”
“Get your mind out of the gutter, man. And remember our agreement. I was going to say, dealing with a newborn. Not sleeping a whole lot these days. I don’t want Seraphina to be tired, so I’ve been doing all the night feedings, and… anyway.”
I snort, because I’ll just never get used to Damien talking like a family man. And as for him acting like one… well, I’ll have to see it to believe it.
“So anyway, I’m specifically calling about Emilio Cabello,” begins Damien.
“Fuck me, man. Do we really have to talk about him while I’m... you know?”
“Well, you tell me, Logan. I am doing all of this for you, you know.”
I glance up at Lia, but she’s so focused on biting down her moans that she doesn’t notice my expression.
She’s very close, the wet sheen on her body telling me how frustrated she is at being kept on edge, and for the moment, my curiosity about anything Damien has to tell me comes second to my desire to torture her.
Still, I say, “Okay, Damien. Give me a minute.”
I pause just as Lia starts bucking uncontrollably, and this time, she’s so frustrated she forgets about the phone call altogether and wails out.
“Logan!” she practically shrieks. “Please, please, please… don’t stop!”
I pull out my fingers with a wet plop. “Don’t stop? Are you sure that’s what you want? Fine, I guess I’ll… do that.”
“Oh, come on,” Damien’s voice comes from the other end of the line. “There’s a time and place for everything, man.”
I start pulling Lia’s panties back up, and she lets out a string of curses. “I mean… I mean… stop! Stop!”
“Okay,” says Damien as I stuff my wet fingers back inside her. “Maybe I’ll let you finish… that… before I tell you the really important shit.”
“Why are you calling me?” I ask, fucking into her so hard she starts crying again. “Can’t you deal with business on your own?”
“Well… yes. But I do need to tell you some shit.”
“Fine.” I’m still determined to draw it out a little longer with Lia. What’s the fun in it if we get to the pleasure part too quickly? If it were up to me, I’d spend the rest of the day edging her. But I do need to work. And apparently, hear about my girl’s dead father from Damien.
“Please, Logan…” Lia groans as I still inside her again.
With Damien clicking his tongue in impatience on the other end of the line, I finally relent, giving her the few thrusts she needs to drive her over the top.
“Loga-a-an…”
Then she gets on her hands and knees, crawling over the bed toward me, and rubs her face against my rock-hard cock.
“Let me return the favor, Logan,” she breathes.
Fuck. At any other time, I’m pretty sure my cock would burst at those words. But I can hear Damien swearing on the other end of the line. And I guess he’s right to be pissed.
“In a minute, baby.”
I kiss her on the nose then cross the room, stopping by the front door, where I’m sure she can’t hear me. She lies back against the pillow, wincing. I have been fingering her hard, and she’s probably feeling pretty raw.
“Yeah, man?”
“Alright, you filthy animal. We’ve been digging, as I said, and we found out more about the Puicin Gang’s Modus Operandi. That means their way of working, you uneducated bastard.”
“Listen, man, it’s eight a.m., and I have another hour before I need to go to work. So can I spend that time—”
“No. We know a bit more about Emilio Cabello’s debt.
It’s not owed to the whole gang. That’s not how they function.
The gang is made up of a lot of small groups.
All those bikers who’ve been chasing Lia answer to one guy.
His name is Archie Belkins, which is a really fucking ugly name, by the way.
He’s the guy Emilio Cabello was supposed to pay for protection from you.
And when he didn’t pay up, our friend Archie took Jane and promised to return eighteen years later.
So yeah, that’s what happened,” he concludes.
“Eighteen years ago, Emilio Cabello sacrificed his own granddaughter to save himself.”
I lean against the door, suddenly feeling cold.
“Okay,” I say quietly.
I glance back at Lia, but she’s lying back on the bed, half passed out after our morning torture session, and she’s clearly not paying attention.
“Emilio Cabello owed a debt,” reiterates Damien. “He’s dead now, but that debt still exists. It’s only a matter of time before Archie Belkins tries once more to collect it... and I have a feeling he isn’t planning to leave the task to his minions anymore.”