And earlier, her angel lips around my cock, those paradoxically innocent fuck-me eyes… Sex with her is always more than just a master and sub. It’s never so simple. That girl has so many hooks twisted up in my insides. A lifetime’s worth.
But then I imagine her flashing him the same eyes. The betrayal burns so much deeper than her father’s ever could. Just picturing her and Archer together, her laughing, curved into his body, her arms around his neck has me hurling the second glass of whiskey at the wall instead of drinking it.
Why am I still torturing myself like this? Why did I let her back into this house? Is it just because if she’s here it means she’s not there with him? That’s what I told myself. That I’ll never let them be together. That I’ll ruin them both.
But then there was the way she’s melted under my touch since she’s been back. That wasn’t acting. If sex is the only way to wring a genuine moment out of her…
Maybe I can’t trust anything when it comes to her, though. All I know is I can’t let her keep throwing me off balance like that. It’s time to take back control, for my own fucking sanity.
My pacing suddenly leads me towards the door. I grab my mask and pull it on. And then I’m out of the office and stomping up the stairs.
To her room.
I don’t bother being quiet as I slam the door open. Her yelp tells me she doesn’t miss my lack of subtlety.
I don’t turn on the lights as I head straight towards the bed. A small bit of light streams in from the window, just enough to make out the luscious shape of her body as she sits up in bed.
“Logan?” she asks, her voice thick with sleep and confusion. “What are y—”
“Silence,” I bark.
I rip back the covers and her arms immediately move to cover herself. All she’s wearing is a tiny camisole and panties. She’s fucking gorgeous. A goddess. I grab her wrists and pin them over her head. Her chest heaves, perfect breasts round and nipples pebbling, and her eyes catch the light from the window, sparkling in the dark. Bewitching me all over again.
Which just fucking infuriates me. My teeth clench and I let go of her wrists only long enough to whip off my belt.
“Wait, Logan, I don’t know if I can, not so soon after—”
“I said silence!” I hiss. I drop over her, getting right in her face. “Do you want to leave this bed, pack your bags, and get the hell out of my fucking castle? Then say so.”
Her mouth purses like she’s barely holding back from cursing me out and her hips buck underneath me.
But she doesn’t say a word. I smile cruelly.
Then I take my belt, grab her wrists, and proceed to use it to tie her hands to the headboard.
The position exposes her breasts and makes them arch outwards. I can’t help leaning over and drawing one into my mouth. She cries out again, but this time it’s an ecstatic sound, and when she writhes underneath me, it’s not to buck me off. She’s melting. Already I know her body so well and it’s a fucking high to feel her response.
But then it flashes through my mind like poison: the image of him on top of her, his hands on these perfect breasts.
And I bite down on her precious nipple.
“Logan!” she shouts, high and breathy, cumming hard.
My cock goes rock hard. The pain. She’s orgasmed from the pain again. Oh fuck.
I lathe her nipple as she writhes underneath me and then I switch to the other, only letting up long enough to demand, “Do it again. Do it again now.”
Then I suckle her other nipple to the point of pain, and, right as her writhing is at its most violent, I bite down again.
Again her moaning cries reach a fever pitch. “Logan, oh gods, Logan, yes, please. I— I lo—”
I slam a hand over her mouth as I raise up and straddle her, undoing the button of my fly. I straddle those perfect breasts and then order, “Silence.”
Then I move my hand from her mouth to cover her eyes as I pull out my cock and begin to roughly stroke it. I’m wearing the mask but it only covers half my face and I’m too exposed. She can’t see what she does to me.
Oh fuck, she’s so beautiful tied up and laid out underneath me like a feast. She’s still twisting and writhing, no doubt trying to get more friction on her clit or her breasts but she won’t find either.
Though that doesn’t mean I won’t tease her with what she won’t ever have again. I press my cock between the valley of her luscious breasts.
And almost pass out from the filthy fucking picture it makes.
I have to defile her smooth, blemish free skin. I have to mark her as fucking mine. I fist my cock painfully and drag up and down. I grab my balls roughly and squeeze, then go back to stroking myself.
“Please, Logan, I want to see,” she whimpers.
“Quiet,” I growl, one hand still firmly in place over her eyes. She’ll never see me vulnerable like this. But I still have to mark her. I’ve never felt a more carnal drive in my whole fucking life.
“No, fuck quiet,” I suddenly decide. “Beg me,” I demand. “Beg to be painted in my cum.”
She swallows hard and a shudder runs through her body. “Please Logan. I- I want your cum. I want every part of you. I want to feel your cum on my tits. I- I need it. I want to feel you spurt so hot on me. I want you to rub it in and claim me—”
“Oh fuck,” I groan and I can’t hold it back any more.
“Logan, make me dirty with your cum—”
Cum jets out of my cock so hard it splatters all over her tits and into the hollow of her throat. Her back arches and she thrusts her breasts out to receive even more of my cum, which just keeps shooting out in the most powerful fucking spurts I’ve ever experienced.
And then I do just as she begged. I rub it into every inch of her breasts, massaging and marking her with my cum like it’s the most expensive lotion.
When I’m done, we’re both panting like we’ve run a marathon.
I want to collapse on top of her. I want to hold her to me. I remember the one and only night we spent together back when she was really my girl. Or at least back before the world had corrupted her.
Maybe she was always this...this deceitful thing, and I just couldn’t see it back then. But no, she was just a young woman in pain. I truly don’t believe there was malice in her back then. Although I don’t know if I can even trust myself anymore. Everything I thought I knew… I was such a fool, so blindsided by what was to come.
But for awhile, I thought I could still hold everything together. Her father’s company. Her. I thought we could make it, that I could be strong enough for all of us.
She blinks up at me in the darkness, those luminous eyes that I so long mistook for soul-searching. I break her gaze and roughly undo her wrists. “Get your beauty sleep. You’ll need it, considering what I have planned for you tomorrow.”
Fifteen
7 Years Ago
Daphne
“Wake up, sleepy kitten,” Logan’s gently teasing voice wakes me. “We’re home.”
I blink open my eyes. We went for another beach outing, something we’ve done several times this summer, even though it’s not even technically summer anymore. September’s just begun but that meant the beaches were less populated.