Logan
Lia’s body is limp under me, her breaths coming in slow and deep. I used to like her better asleep than awake, so I wouldn’t have to hear her sharp tongue that always made my chest so tight. But now, I miss it.
Still, it’s addictive to feel her so helpless in my hands. I fully control her. Her mind is turned off, her body is mine. Mine to do with as I please.
I wonder if I can make my sleeping brat come.
The first thing I do, though, is reach up and carefully remove her contact lenses.
She always seems to fall asleep with them, and I’ve gotten used to doing that for her.
I’m even the one who carries around her case, and now, I place them inside.
I like taking care of her. I like knowing that for all her sharp angles and defensiveness, she’d be utterly incapable of taking care of herself without me.
Her contact lenses off, I kiss both of her eyes back closed. I rain kisses down her cheeks, over her neck, in that area that makes her shiver behind her ear. She must really be sleeping soundly, because she doesn’t react.
I unbutton her dress, my mouth closing around each of her nipples in turn while my hand tweaks the other one.
I swirl my tongue around the sensitive bud, sucking it in my mouth, biting it just a tiny bit.
Just to see if it makes her react. She lets out a little groan, and I trail my tongue down her stomach, before at last burying my face between her thighs.
Another moan, just as light, as I lick a stripe up her slit. I want to be gentle tonight. I want to take care of her. I want to play the part of the loving partner, not of the sadistic captor. Just this once—I’m definitely not planning on making a habit of it.
I spread her lips with my fingers, admiring her folds, her clit, everything about her.
I’ve never really given myself the time to do that.
Now I sit back, watching the wetness gather on her cunt.
I don’t know if the kisses and licks turned her on, or if she’s having a sexy dream…
whatever the reason for it, her pussy is soaked.
I give it another lick, then suck in her clit between my teeth. She moans louder, and I stuff two fingers into her cunt, pumping into her while sucking.
I don’t go easy on her, and it doesn’t take all that long for her to start bucking under me, still fast asleep while her orgasm washes over her. I guess she was exhausted, because she never once wakes. A month of very little sleep has had its effects on her.
I should probably let her sleep more. From now on, she’ll be allowed to sleep all she wants, as long as she lets me use her body while she’s unconscious.
I never stopped eating her out or fingering her while she came, and another orgasm soon follows, and then a third one.
Her moans have turned into whimpers, and her body must be aching from the overstimulation. Her legs feel pretty shaky too. And yet, she’s still fast asleep. I wonder how many orgasms I can give her before she wakes.
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Seven is the number, and then her eyes pop open in groggy confusion. “Loga-a-an… my… my pussy…hurts…”
“That’s right, crybaby,” I murmur, kissing her folds. “It’s feeling pretty raw, huh? Want to cry for me?”
Guess I don’t really have it in me to be gentle, after all.
“I’m so tired…” She yawns. “Can’t you let me sleep?”
“Sure, baby.” I pull away from her pussy and kiss her lips. She scrunches up her nose when she tastes herself. “I’ll let you sleep.” I unzip my fly, pumping my cock in my hand.
“Logan, what… what are you…”
I angle my dick against her folds, and she squirms at the touch on her overstimulated pussy.
“I thought you were going to let me sleep,” she pouts.
“Uh huh. You can sleep with my cock inside you, can’t you?”
“Logan! I’m tired.”
“Does that mean you don’t want to sleep with my cock inside you?” I tease.
“We-e-ell…”
I kiss the top of her ear before toying with the lobe. “You know what to say, Lia. Is it red?”
She nestles her face against my chest, and I can practically feel the heat rising from it as she shakes her head.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise. “I’m going to make you feel so good. Close your eyes, go to sleep.”
“I don’t want to feel good,” she whispers against me. “I just want…”
“Hmm?”
“I want you to use me. I want to go to sleep knowing you’ll… you’ll use me. Like I’m…” She swallows hard. “Like I have no choice. Like it had to happen, because I couldn’t say no.”
I pause, frowning, and try to get a look at her, but she buries her face harder in my chest. So I slip a finger under her chin and tilt her head back. “Where’s this coming from, Lia?”
“Nowhere.” She tries to escape my grasp, but I hold her firmly. “It’s nothing, Logan. Just, please… never mind.”
A nagging part of me feels like I should be connecting the dots. An ugly pinprick of suspicion rises up in me, but… but she denied it. I never asked her if he’d hurt her like that. Why would she have gone out of her way to deny it if he had abused her?
The truth is, even before then, I’d wondered. It started the moment I saw her reaction to the way I fingered her. There had been no doubt that she had wanted it, and yet when it happened… her body had shut down.
But I know her dad is religious. Most guys in the mafia are.
You can swear, you can beat and torture people, you can even kill them; you’re fine.
But if you don’t go to church, or if your little princess gets sullied, well…
beware. I can only imagine how that kind of upbringing must have fucked with her head.
It’s a lot easier to blame her dad than to wonder if Carmelo violated her. Because if he did, well, I’d have to kill him.
That would be a suicide mission. That would get us all killed. Not just me, but Damien, Everest, Vale and Igor. And her.
It would get her killed too.
I’m not going to let that happen. Not on a vague suspicion.
So, repressing a sigh, I kiss her again, and then let go of her chin. She quickly scurries back into my arms.
“Go to sleep, baby. I’m going to use you. And you won’t be able to do a thing to stop it.”
She lets out a long, shuddering sigh, and falls asleep again in my arms, her mouth twisted into a happy smile.