Logan
It’s surprisingly easy to push aside my anxiety once we’ve reached the small house in Wyoming. The place itself is nothing more than a stuffy log cabin with three bedrooms. And yet, all around us are green prairies and vast mountain ranges.
But most importantly, Lia is here, and she’s mine. She sits down on the bed, timidly looking up to me.
“I’ve seen you look a whole lot of things in my life,” I say, standing above her and tilting up her face. “But I don’t think I’ve ever seen you looking shy.”
At once she frowns. “I’m not shy. I’m just…” Her features ease. “I’m just wondering what’s going to happen next.”
“Hmm.” I look into her glittering green eyes, thinking of everything that could happen. The possibilities feel endless. “Whatever happens is going to involve you without your clothes, getting on your hands and knees.”
“Logan!” She pouts. “That’s not what I meant. Anyway…” She lowers her voice. “Dolores is here, and I don’t want her to hear that. Plus, I’d like to keep an eye on her. She’s with Aurora, and I barely know her, so…”
I cut off her words with a palm to her mouth. “For a captive, you sure have a lot to say, don’t you, brat? Take your clothes off, or I’ll do it for you. On your hands and knees. Now.”
Grumblingly, she does as I say, looking like she wants to bite my head off. But there’s no doubt about it, when I see her wet pussy: she wants it.
“Did you say something?” I chuckle, catching a glimpse of her mouth move silently in the reflection of the mirror hanging above the bed.
“I said,” she huffs out, “Asshole.”
“Mhm hmm.” I rub a hand over her ass, which is very much bruised from the spanking in the diner. She whimpers, and I know she expects another spanking. Maybe she even wants one.
Yes, she definitely does, I realize, as she arches into my hands.
But I’m nothing if not sadistic, so I quickly pull my hand away, and she whines in regret.
“You’re taking to punishment just a little too well, aren’t you, brat?” I murmur in her ear, bringing my hand up to stroke her folds. “Now, tell me the truth: do you like pain or pleasure better?”
“I don’t… I don’t…”
I toy with her clit, and her pussy squeezes around nothing as I stroke her up and down. Curling her toes, she wriggles her ass in my face and grinds her cunt against my fingers. Her legs are stretched apart, giving me full access to her.
“What am I going to do with you, hmm, Lia?” I rasp. “You’re my insatiable darling, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Logan… yes… yes… fuck!”
I’ve withdrawn my hand and brought it down hard, smacking her pussy.
She lets out a startled yelp when I do it again.
“Logan! That hurts!”
“Shh, brat. You don’t want Dolores to hear, do you?”
She bites her tongue, but she needn’t have bothered: I can spot Dolores out of the corner of my eye, running around on the grass outside with Aurora.
I know she’s well out of hearing. If she wasn’t, she’d hear the sound of my slaps against wet skin, which are much louder than Lia’s muffled whimpers.
“Ow! Asshole! Fuck!”
By now, I think I know my little brat well enough to realize she’s just trying to provoke me into spanking her even harder.
I’m more than happy to give her what she wants, and by the time I’ve paused this punishment, her folds are puffy and just as red as her ass.
She’s sagging against the mattress, her ass still sky high, moaning loudly.
“Have you had enough, baby? Want to show me what a good girl you can be for me now?”
“Ye-e-es, Logan…”
I settle between her legs, slipping my arms under her hips and holding her ass level to my mouth. Then I reward her with a long, wet lick over her swollen slit.
“Oh, Loga-a-an…”
I swirl my tongue around her folds, toying with her clit before diving into her pussy and tongue-fucking her.
Her ass is quickly back to wriggling in my face, and I spread her cheeks, watching her little ring open and close as I pleasure her pussy.
I pause to admire the view for a few moments, ignoring her whimpers of protest, before at last relenting and burying my face back in her pussy.
I focus on her clit, rolling it in my mouth and sucking on it, until I feel her pussy clench, and her body shake with the beginnings of an orgasm.
She whimpers even more loudly when I abruptly tear my mouth away, and lick a long stripe up her crack.
“Ow! Fuck! Logan! I was going to come!”
“Take it like a good girl, little ghost,” I mumble into her ass. I lick her again, torturing around her asshole with my tongue before dipping it inside.
“Logan! That feels so weird! I was coming!”
She keeps up her whining and her struggling as I attack her ass with my tongue, insisting on all the places that have her squirming in discomfort. Fuck, it’s fun being a sadist.
I only let up when I see that any sign of an orgasm have died down. Then I return to her pussy, and it takes a surprisingly short time for her to start climbing toward another orgasm.
I don’t let her come, though. I have a lot of fun edging her, alternating between fucking her pussy and her ass with my tongue.
By the time I’ve decided she’s had enough, she’s lying limply in my lap, keeping up a nonstop string of curse words and whimpers, her clit more swollen than I’ve ever seen it.
“What would your daddy say if he heard what a foul mouth you have?” I tease her.
“Asshole.”
I lightly bite her clit, and she squeals.
“I guess you don’t want to come after all, huh? Too bad. I was just going to let you.”
“Logan! I do! I’m sorry! I won’t call you that ever again! I promise!”
“Call me what?”
“An asshole.”
“You just did.”
“Fuck! Asshole!”
She buries her head in the mattress, and I can hear her cry in frustration. All is right with the world, I realize, looking down at the cock that’s just aching to be released from my jeans. She’s crying, and it makes me hard.
“Let me see your tears,” I growl, flipping her over to her back. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Ass—” She claps her hand over her mouth as I smirk at her.
I unzip my fly, taking out my cock and fisting it in my hand. “Keep crying, little brat. I’m gonna torture you all night long, and I won’t let you come a single time. I just. Fucking. Love. It. When you cry.”
With every word, I thrust into her as hard as I can, each of my pumps touching the spot that has her pussy squeezing around me.
She brings her hands to her face, trying to hide it from me, but I grab her by the wrists and hold them above her head. “Leave those tears on your face. Let me fucking see them.”
I lean down and lick up her cheeks, my cock pounding into her. It takes every speck of control I have, but the second I feel her pussy milk my cock just a little too hard, I still, causing her to let out a string of curse words.
“Less cursing, more crying,” I growl, letting go of her wrists to wrap a hand around her neck.
“Sadistic ass—”
I squeeze my fingers, cutting off a new stream of curse words, my cock rock hard.
I can tell she gets off on being a brat, and the truth is, it turns me on nearly as much as the tears.
I love to watch her struggle under my hand, her mouth opening to form silent insults, the ghost-like skin under her freckles turning red, her hands coming up to clutch at mine.
I release my hold just enough to allow her to gulp in a few spurts of air before going back to pressing against her life force.
But after a while, I ease off on the pressure, when I see just how wet it’s making her.
I meant it when I said I wouldn’t let her come tonight.
I can’t handle much more, though, because denying her means denying myself.
Just as she’s about to reach orgasm once more, I pull out of her, causing her to whine loudly.
Then I shove her to her stomach, swipe at her soaking wet pussy, and use her arousal to coat her back hole.
She emerges just enough from her hazy, frustrated state to realize what I’m planning moments before I roughly shove into her ass, groaning loudly when I feel her walls squeeze me.
“Fuck, Lia. Fuck!”
I fist her hair, forcing her to the side so I can look at the tears spilling out of the side of her eye as I pump into her.
I keep toying with her pussy, pinching at her clit, but stopping just before she comes.
I can tell I’m driving her mad, and the orgasm that finally rips through me is probably the best one I’ve ever had.
“Fuck,” I growl again, lying down on top of her heavily. “Remind me to fucking deny you for the rest of your life. I think I like seeing you frustrated even more than I like seeing you cry.”
She opens her mouth, and I can tell her favorite insult—asshole—is on the tip of her tongue. But she clearly thinks better of it, and instead moans, “Please, Logan, please… let me come.”
She squirms desperately under me, still beside herself with frustration.
“Hmm. If you’re a good girl, maybe… I’ll think about it.”
“Yes, Logan. I am a good girl. I swear I’m a good girl.”
I wrap my arms around her, crushing her to me, and my cock twitches when I hear a pained little squeak slip from her mouth.
“Repeat after me,” I tease. “I’ve been a naughty little brat, sir. I deserve everything you give me. I deserve to be spanked, and edged, and—”
“Well, I don’t think you deserve all of that.”
I slip a hand down to her ass, and find the spot of skin that used to carry a permanent bruise, but which is far too pale for my liking.
Apparently, though, it still carries the memory of that bruise.
“Okay, okay! It was a joke! I’ll be good! Please!”
“Please, sir.”
“Please… sir,” she grumbles.
“Hmm.” I rain a line of kisses up her neck, nibbling right under her ear, and she purrs in contentment. “I’ve thought about it, and I’m not letting you come.”
“Asshole! Jerk! I hate you!”
I edge away from her, smirking, and flip her around. Her face is annoyingly clear of tears, and my smile falters. But she must misread my expression, because she bites her lower lip.
“I… I don’t hate you at all, Logan. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that. I love you, I don’t hate you at all.”
“You… what?”
Her face flames when she realizes what she said. “I didn’t mean… Please just ignore that. We’ll pretend it didn’t happen. I’m sorry, it was stupid, I didn’t mean—”
I interrupt her word vomit with a kiss to her lips.
I suddenly realize it’s the first time I’ve kissed her since that night when we were fifteen years old.
I fold her to me, deepening it, my tongue slipping gently past her parted lips to claim her.
She hooks her tongue around mine, moaning softly as I devour her.
“I love you too, Lia,” I breathe into her mouth. “I fucking love you too. And you know what?” I tear myself away from her lips to kiss her second set.
“What?” she whispers.
“I changed my mind. I think I am going to let you come, after all.”