Chapter 16 Logan
LOGAN
“Hi,” she says with a shy smile on her lips, closing the door behind her, and it’s only when I’ve finished cleaning the last specks of dust from my boots that I properly acknowledge her.
“So, about your paperwork…”
Adorable how she struggles to stand the silence.
“I obviously don’t know anything about military protocols or how to write a proper report, but I can type really fast, in case you wanna dictate something. I’m good with spreadsheets, I know my way around a printer, I could proofread your stuff, or if you need me to research something—“
“Sweetheart, I’m going to stop you right there,” I say, taking my feet off the table.
Lily pulls her lower lip between her teeth to nibble on it, reassuring me that keeping her mouth busy is a good idea as I beckon her over to my side of the desk.
“Do you have a dog?” she asks upon seeing the folded blanket lying underneath my desk, looking a little confused.
It takes me a while to answer her because I have to suppress my laughter, and I think it’s the way Lily says shit like this with the most innocent expression on her face that always gets me.
“Sometimes,” I say, thinking about my stray and his biting issue.
“Like a K-9?”
“Mhm, I believe they even made him a sergeant. But enough with the small talk now, unless you came here to distract me.”
Lily shakes her head, an apology sitting on the tip of her tongue.
“Where should I sit?” she asks, glancing over to the chair at the other side of my desk.
“Here.” I nod down to the space under my desk, grabbing her wrist.
She freezes and stares at me, completely aghast, like she’s waiting for me to tell her I’m joking.
“Ahm, I don’t think I’ll be useful down there.”
“Oh, you’ll be just fine, trust me.”
I would appreciate it if this discussion was over in the next few seconds, but Lily doesn’t move an inch.
It’s not even defiance or her attempt at being a brat.
That’s something I could easily discipline out of her, but the underlying issue is bigger.
As if her brain simply short-circuits when something overwhelms her.
The why doesn’t really matter, though, so she should be grateful the rules I enforce with Max don’t apply to her yet.
“Lily.” Impatiently, I tap my fingers against the armrest of my chair. “Down. Now.”
To my surprise, she gets down and kneels on the blanket without further complaints.
“Hands,” I demand once I catch her picking the skin around her nails. She holds her hands out to me, gasping when I put them right on my cock.
“Look what you do to me,” I growl, shifting my hips, and the obedience in her eyes makes something dangerous stir deep inside my chest.
“You’ll help me focus while I do my paperwork, sweetheart. Keep my cock nice and warm, prove that you can be a good little pet, alright?”
I open my pants and pull my cock out of my boxers, but when I give it a few lazy strokes, Lily shifts on her knees.
“Words, Lily.”
“I’m not good at—this,” she says, avoiding my gaze.
Don’t be too rough with her, I remind myself as I grab her face.
“That’s for me to decide. Besides, we’ve got plenty of time for you to practice. Now open your pretty mouth for me before I have to force you.”
Lily inches closer, and I slide my thumb over her bottom lip to urge her to open her mouth wider. Slowly, I guide my cock to her mouth while I mentally brace myself for discussion number three.
Instead, her lips close around the tip of my cock, and a groan escapes me when she lets her tongue trail over my cock before pressing it flat against the underside.
She looks up to me in search of approval, so beautiful as she kneels in front of me, while the only thing that matters is to please me.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” I force out through clenched teeth while I try to keep myself from forcing my cock down her throat. But she’s not going to cry pretty tears for me today, at least not yet. Don’t want our date to end too fast.
“Whoever told you you’re not good at this had been lying,” I say, running my fingers through her hair before I begin to guide her movements. “Doesn’t matter, though. You belong to me and Max now. No one else is ever going to fucking touch you again.”
So much for my plan to get rid of her. I need to keep my damn mouth shut when I have my dick stuck somewhere hot and wet because shit I’ll regret saying later slips a little too often lately.
With a frown, I redirect my focus to the stack of reports on my desk. None of them are really important. I’m efficient, not dumb, so I have Max and Charlie take care of the significant stuff.
Skimming over countless paragraphs, I put my signature on at least thirty pieces of paper.
At the same time, I wonder why I even do this.
It’s a waste of time and paper, irrational to give my attention to something that’ll end up in a shredder either way, but they don’t appreciate my opinion on administrative topics around here.
Besides wanting to get my dick sucked, I also told Lily to come over so I could conduct an experiment. I enjoy watching how people change depending on the situation you put them in. Max would probably call it a hobby.
Usually, my experiments are a bit more bloody and a little less ethical, but this right here is also entertaining.
My hypothesis was that Lily would nervously freeze the moment she no longer receives stern and clear instructions. I don’t like to admit it when I’m wrong about something, but damn, was my guess off.
The way she traces every inch of skin with her tongue could almost be called adventurous. Carefully, she tries to jerk off the part of my cock she can’t fit into her mouth, and I think I even felt her tongue on my balls at some point, which caused a very ineligible signature.
When she attempts to take me deeper and a cough comes from underneath the table, I decide to give both of us a short break.
“Slowly, sweetheart,” I say, my fingers tangling in her hair. “Told you to keep my cock warm, not to deepthroat it.”
She lifts her head to look at me, and I immediately recognize the look in her eyes. It’s one I know all too well from Max. Heavy eyelids, a sparkly sheen over her amber irises. The perfect look because it means I have her right where I want her.
I think it’s the desk.
Max lives for praise. He’s a performer, uses every opportunity to show off how good he can be. Lily is the complete opposite. Having our eyes on her stresses her out to the point she can’t shut her damn brain off, but if there’s one brain that deserves a break from time to time, it’s hers.
I think back to how she told me she’s ‘not good at this,’ and I’m tempted to go down to our cellblock and smack some respect into her bastard of a husband. After I shoot my load down her throat, preferably. That would be a great Wednesday.
Lily also stopped fidgeting, and here I thought I couldn’t be any more pleased with myself. It works every single time, and yet Max still tells me I should talk to a professional. I am a professional. Logan Cabrera, behavioral therapist, always happy to help.
Now that I finally rid Lily of the goddamn overthinking, I want to try out a few other things.
I’ve got Max figured out by now. I know which buttons to push and the exact words that make him come undone in seconds.
I know how he clenches around me when I slap him and how his cock throbs when I grab his waist, so hard hand-shaped bruises bloom on his skin once I’m done with him.
He is an open book, but with Lily, I’m barely past the prologue.
“Doing such a good job for me, sweetheart,” I praise, and her eyelashes flutter while she tries to suck my cock and trace circles with her tongue at the same time.
“Looking so pretty like this, on your knees where you belong while getting your mouth fucked,” I groan, my voice no longer soft. “Can’t hide anything from me. I know there’s a little slut hiding beneath your fake innocence.”
The vibrations of her muffled moan go straight to my cock. Now we’re getting somewhere. Lily keeps her head down as if she didn’t already give me the information I needed.
A knock on my door interrupts us, but Lily is the only one who panics.
“Better be really quiet, sweetheart. You don’t want anyone to see you like this, do you?” I whisper, moving closer to the desk until she’s completely hidden.
“Stay quiet,” I repeat, more sternly this time. “Not a sound, Lily. You’re gonna get us in trouble.”
She tries to get my cock out of her mouth to protest, so I pull on her hair, forcing her to stay down. Lily mewls, and I softly scratch her head.
“Shh, sweetheart. C’mon, I know you can be good. Relax your tongue.”
As soon as she does what she’s told, the tension in her body dissipates at least a bit.
The person behind the door is getting impatient, knocking a second time while I lean back in my chair and clear my throat.
“Come on in.”