29. Tori
My heart pounds as I struggle to get out of my skirt and blouse, tossing them in the direction of my hamper, but not really caring if they make it. I’m wearing a relatively simple black lace bra and panty set, and I pause to consider my next move. I don’t get long, as I hear the front door close and the deadbolt engage, and Logan’s deliberate strides across my hardwood floors. Deftly reaching behind me, I pop the hooks on my bra and let it fall to the floor before I scramble onto the bed, positioning myself at the end with my chest to the mattress and ass in the air.
I can almost feel Logan’s stare of exasperation on my skin, and I turn my face into the covers to hide my grin.
“Is my baby girl having a hard time understanding Daddy’s directions?” Logan coos. The patronizing tone makes me shiver.
I don’t answer, not sure what exactly will come out of my mouth right now. One test at a time. Once I figure out how he’s going to handle this little defiance, then I can start mouthing off.
The metal-on-metal grind of a zipper, followed by the thump of something heavy hitting the floor behind me, interrupts my train of thought. But I don’t have time to react before Logan reaches between my spread thighs and grabs one wrist and then the other, pulling them backward toward my ankles. I gasp as the pressure forces my back to arch farther, my head tilting so I don’t smother myself. As I try to turn my head and wriggle, a sharp crack of Logan’s palm against my exposed ass stops me dead. A few moments later, wide leather cuffs are strapped to my wrists and ankles, and an experimental tug proves that all my limbs are bound together.
“I was hoping you’d be a good girl for me, but it seems like Daddy has to teach you a lesson,” Logan says into the silence, rustling around in whatever bag he must have brought in from his truck.
I brace myself for more spanking, or maybe one of the many impact play devices Logan had alluded to just a short while ago, but I jump as the bulbous head of what can only be a vibrator runs along the backs of my thighs. It’s off, but my body flushes in anticipation of what I know is coming. Eyes sliding closed, I arch my back even more to show Logan how wet he’s made me.
The first low buzz of the vibrator against the crotch of my panties makes me gasp, though it’s hard to feel the full force of it through the material of my panties. I rock my hips to grind, but Logan growls and spanks me twice, leaving a stinging warmth on my skin even after he pulls away. I try to use my omega whine, something I know usually makes alphas fold like cheap suits, or at least it does with Spencer, Oli, and Eli. But Logan only laughs.
“Is something wrong, baby?” His laughter colors the words and makes my teeth grind.
“I want more, Daddy,” I whine, trying to sound as pathetic as possible.
“Oh, you do? More of what? This?”
Logan punctuates the question with a firm press of the vibrator directly against my clit through the fabric. I moan long and low as pleasure builds properly, my pussy clenching on air. But just as I feel an orgasm coming, Logan pulls away entirely. I let out an affronted scoff, turning my head as best as I can to glare at him. I don’t know when he did it, but he’s down to his boxer briefs, the dark ink of his tattoos stark in the afternoon sunlight spilling in through my curtains.
“If you want it so bad, ask for it nicely,” Logan teases, spinning the white and blue vibrating wand in his hand like a Western revolver.
Hackles up, I swallow. It’s not the first time I’ve been asked to use my words, but there’s something about the smirk on Logan’s face that makes me want to do anything but what he’s telling me to do. So stubbornly, I turn my nose up and away, settling more comfortably on the bed, which conveniently lets me shake my ass at him. But I don’t get to gloat as the wand returns with a vengeance, the pulsing vibrations more intense than before. He’s not applying much pressure, but the soaked material of my panties is carrying the sensations effectively. Then again, right at the moment an orgasm is beginning to crest, he pulls away. I don’t give him the satisfaction of hearing my frustration—digging my heels in, so to speak. I know what he wants me to say, but I would rather be stuck like this until the sun comes up than give him anything he wants.
Or at least, that’s how I feel for the first handful of rounds. Each time he presses the vibrator to my cloth-covered clit, it takes less and less time for the pleasure to build in my belly, and I get closer and closer to the peak, only to have it torn away again. I don’t know how long he edges me, but my brain is so scrambled with denied release that I’m not even sure what day of the week it is anymore. Logan rarely speaks as he works, which is just as frustrating, because everything he says sounds smug and condescending to my overstimulated brain.
I let out a scream through gritted teeth, trying to buck as the vibrator gets pulled away, countless times, tears forming at the corners of my eyes.
“This can all be over whenever you want, baby girl. Just ask Daddy nicely, and I’ll make it better,” Logan coos, a hand coming up to massage the backs of my thighs.
“Fuck you,” I grumble, words muffled as I press my face into the comforter.
Logan chuckles. “I want to, baby, so bad. Watching you drip all over my toy makes me so fucking hard, and your scent...” Logan trails off, and I feel the warmth of his body radiating into my legs as he leans forward and inhales deeply through his nose. “God, I want this scent all over me. Just so everyone knows that you’re my good girl.”
I squeeze my eyes shut against the words, trying to hold on to my crumbling resolve against the barrage of praise. But I can’t help whimpering again, a smaller noise, desperate even to my own ears. I’m aching all over, but I won’t give in. I can’t give up now that I’ve started this. The vibrator is back, lower than before, but pressing firmly and directly over my throbbing clit. I’m panting in no time, release just out of reach. This time, I can feel Logan’s weight against my hips as he leans forward over me.
“You want to come so bad, don’t you, baby girl?” Logan whispers, apple cider breath against my cheek.
Refusing to look at him, I nod. I know if I do, I’ll lose my will to fight, and I can’t do that.
“You’ve been so strong taking your punishment. One word, and it’s over. I just need to hear one word, and it’s over, okay? Can you do that for Daddy?”
His hand shifts, turning up the vibrator slowly until it reaches max power. I’m shaking, my ribs tight as they try to contain my galloping heart. My mind goes blank, like I’m partially detaching from my physical body, and suddenly, things are so much simpler. I can’t remember why I was fighting, or why I wasn’t obeying my Daddy. He’s just trying to teach me how to be his good girl. And I can do that for him.
I turn my head toward his breathing, my lids heavy, but I manage to open them halfway to find Logan’s face inches from mine. His emerald eyes are dark but focused entirely on me. There’s no anger there, and that lets me relax fully under his weight.
“Please, Daddy,” I mutter, the words slightly slurred.
Logan’s purr rattles my teeth, his smile bright and proud even as his arm shifts for a moment, sliding the head of the vibrator under the side of my panties to press against my skin for the first time in what feels like years. My orgasm has been simmering right below my skin for so long that it takes mere seconds and then the levees burst. The pleasure goes on and on, my body twitching and spasming as one climax rolls seamlessly into a second before the euphoria becomes painful. I whine, tongue too big to form words, and thankfully Logan pulls away at last.
“Such a good girl. My pretty baby girl, so good at asking Daddy nicely. And Daddy took care of you, didn’t he?” Logan murmurs as he leans in and kisses my face all over, brushing my hair back.
I nod. “Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy,” I babble, the wires in my brain crossed.
He purrs again, some part of his body touching me even as he moves back to undo the cuffs and massage feeling back into my limbs. He eases me onto my belly, sliding off my ruined panties as he goes, the cool air of the room brushing against my swollen pussy and making me gasp. I’m still floating as he gathers me in his arms and helps me toward the head of the bed, his hands grazing up and down my arms as he holds me. I shift slightly, realizing with a jolt that he’s naked now, the cool metal of his Jacob’s Ladder pressing into my leg.
“Do you still want to fuck me, Daddy?” I ask as I look up at him with wide eyes, not sure where the words are coming from, but speaking them feels right somehow.
Logan’s smile is warm as he gazes down at me, his lips brushing mine briefly before he pulls back to rest his forehead on mine.
“I do, precious. Can you show me how you ask for Daddy’s cock?”
I nod eagerly, rolling onto my side so I can hook my leg up over his hips. Logan helps me move closer to him, and his cock bobs as it sits poised at my entrance.
“Please fuck me, Daddy,” I whisper, reaching up to stroke his stubbly cheek with my fingertips.
Logan smiles at my touch, turning his face to take one of my fingers between his lips, nibbling slightly even as he reaches down to position his cock at my soaked opening before his hips push forward. I gasp and my head lolls back, leaving my throat open for Logan to kiss and lick as he works his way into my channel, inch by breathtaking inch. His piercings rake against my walls, making every thrust and retreat that much more intense. When he bottoms out, he pauses, capturing my lips with his as his hands find my ass cheeks and take a firm hold to help me move with him. Running my hands up and down his sculpted chest, I marvel at the softness of his skin over such hard muscles. He takes his time, building me up slow and steady until I’m aching for more.
“Daddy, please, fuck me harder,” I whine into our kiss, nails scratching at his arms.
Logan growls, his mouth quirking up in a devious smirk. I almost burst into tears when he pulls away, only to gasp again as he manhandles me with ease. Eventually, he pulls me into him, my back pressed against his chest, his cock between my ass cheeks as he rolls his hips, teasing me again.
“Have you ever taken a cock in your ass, baby girl?” he purrs into my ear, one arm snaking to band around my chest.
It takes me a minute to think, and I’m about to shake my head when I have to pause. When I’d been in the heat clinic all those years ago, I didn’t want Spencer’s knot anywhere except my pussy. But when I’d gone into that pseudo-heat, Oli, Eli, and I did all manner of wild things, most of which I don’t remember. But I do remember, and quite vividly, begging to be stuffed full of alpha cock and then having my wish granted. My chest and face are lava hot as I nod before tucking my chin in embarrassment.
Logan hums his satisfaction. “Such a naughty girl, aren’t you? Not today, but someday I’m going to take you there, too. Maybe while one of your boys has you stuffed with his knot here,” he says, his hand slipping between my thighs to hook a finger into my pussy.
I whimper at his touch and the mental image of him having his filthy way with me with the assistance of any of the others. My core pulses, and I moan, pushing back against him as best as I can. Logan’s hips shift, and his cock finds its way through my soaked thighs, running along my slit without penetrating at first. But then his fingers find my clit as his cock thrusts up into me again.
“Holy shit!” I yelp, my eyes rolling back in my head.
This new angle puts the stainless-steel balls right on my G-spot, and each thrust makes me see stars. It’s not long until I’m on the edge, but this time, there’s no teasing. Just the relentless pounding of his hips into me, not leaving any room for coherent thoughts, let alone words. I go slack in his arms as the release rolls over me like a thunderhead, my whole body shaking with overwhelming pleasure.
“That’s my girl. Squeeze my cock just like that. Fuck, that feels so good, doesn’t it? Coming all over your Daddy’s cock?” Logan pants, rolling me over onto my belly to fuck me somehow even deeper than before.
I can only let out a strangled sob, trying to breathe through the overwhelming sensations. My hands scramble for something to cling to as my body gives up another orgasm without ever coming down from the first. Beneath me, my blankets are damp with my slick and our combined sweat, and the room smells like sugar and spice and sex. I’ve never felt this level of hedonism before, like I’m just a vessel for whatever pleasure the alpha on top of me wants to give.
“Who am I?” Logan growls in my ear, his hips losing some of their steady rhythm.
“Daddy!” I scream. My vision goes white as he thrusts hard and deep.
“And who are you?”
I can feel his knot hitting my outer lips with each downstroke, and I whine, never wanting a knot more in life. Logan’s hand wraps around my throat, pulling my chest up and face around to meet his wild eyes.
“Answer me,” he snarls, and I shiver as I feel the barely contained alpha bark.
With tears finally leaking down my cheeks, I swallow roughly. “Your baby girl,” I reply through little sobs.
Logan purrs and covers my mouth with his before he licks away my tears. “That’s right. You’re my beautiful baby girl, and you’ve been so good. So fucking good. Can Daddy give you his cum, precious? Can he push his knot into your tight little cunt and fill your belly?”
I nod as well as I can in his grip, heart fluttering as I recognize this request for consent on a soul-deep level. “Please, Daddy. I need you and your thick knot,” I beg, not even an ounce of shame or resistance left in me.
Logan groans, and two powerful thrusts later, he’s driving forward past the resistance of my entrance. A primal shout bursts from my lungs, not able to contain the sound as he fills me so completely, his knot swelling to lock into place as his shaft pulses, jet after jet of his release painting my insides.
The empty, floating bliss of my orgasm recedes in the heavy silence, and my brain starts to boot up again. But as I process what just happened, my chest seizes as I realize I can’t stop crying. I try to keep it quiet, but I can’t quite get out of my head. I gave up so easily. I could have held out. And then–
“I’ve got you, Tori. I’m right here. I’ve got you,” Logan whispers, gathering me up in his arms before rolling us partially onto our sides.
He’s got me pinned to him with my arms tucked against my chest, and he even hitches a leg up to hold me still, careful not to put his full weight on me, but just enough for my instincts to recognize that I’m being protected rather than smothered. His scent is fruity and sweet again, and his purr vibrates my entire body, making me whimper as my core clenches on his knot.
“You are perfect, and I’m so proud of you. My perfect girl, taking everything so beautifully. You are amazing and you’ve done so well for me.”
His praise comes out a little distorted, like speaking through a fan, as he continues to purr for me, but there’s something else in his voice that spears right to the deepest part of my mind, the part that’s panicking the most. The part of me that’s still holding on to the trauma of my past, not only of the rejection, but all the other times an alpha’s cast me aside when he got what he wanted from me.
“I’m not going anywhere, Victoria. You are my girl, and I’m your man. I’m here. And I’ve got you.”
I let out a shuddering sigh, relief coming over me and allowing me to relax and accept his words. Even when his knot deflates and his soft cock slides free, he doesn’t let go or stop whispering praise and reassurances into my ear. It’s only when the tears finally stop that he rolls fully off me, though he still tucks me into the cradle of his hips and chest.
The light from the setting sun is almost faded by now, and I yawn, snuggling back into his arms. I should get up and clean the kitchen or maybe change the bedding, but I can’t find the willpower to move out of Logan’s embrace. He must have the same thought a few moments later, but I whimper and cling to his arm as he tries to pull away.
“I’m going to go make sure what’s left of Jerry gets put in your fridge, baby. But I’ll make you a deal,” Logan says, his daytime voice back.
I crack an eye open and turn my head towards him as he’s leaning over me.
“If you get the sheets changed by the time I’m done, I’ll cuddle you until I have to leave tomorrow. How’s that sound?”
I’m bounding out of bed like I’ve got springs for legs before he can finish his question, scurrying to the linen closet with his laugh echoing after me.