Virgin Bride(81)

Then again, he has already seen me naked. What’s it matter at this point? Plus, I want food.

And I can’t pretend like I don’t feel a slight thrill at the thought of him watching. I wonder if maybe he’ll stop me and take over. Maybe he’ll spread my legs wide and tongue my clit until I come hard against his lips.

I look away from him, arousal coursing through me. He reaches out and turns my chin back toward him.

“Go ahead,” he says. “I can talk dirty to you while you do it, if you like.”

“No,” I say quickly, embarrassed. I want him to do that, want him to do it so badly, but I can’t admit it.

“Okay,” he says, releasing me. He stands up and backs away, leaning up against the far wall. “Go ahead, pet. Let me watch.”

I stare at him for a second, heart pounding in my chest, and then I close my eyes. I open my legs and slowly slide my hand down the front of my pants.

I’m soaking wet when I find my pussy. I bite my lip, trying not to moan, as I slide along my soaking pussy and begin to rub my clit softly. I picture Logan’s strong arms around me, holding me down as he fucks me rough and deep. I slide two fingers deep inside of me as a moan escapes my lips.

And then I feel his hand, his real hand, on my arm. My eyes snap open and he’s kneeling in front of me, so close, inches away. My heart hammers as I look at his full lips and that cocky, maddening grin.

“Wait,” he says softly. “You’re forgetting something.

“What?” I ask him, breathing heavily and flushed.

“You need to do it without your clothes on.”

“What?” I ask him. “You want me to do that ...naked?”

“Yes,” he says. “Spread your legs wide. Let me watch you press your fingers deep inside of your pussy.”

“I can’t,” I blurt out, pulling my hand from my panties.

He frowns. “You can’t?”

“No, please. I can’t do that.” I’m so embarrassed. I can’t believe I did that, touched myself like that, but it wasn’t enough. He wants more from me, and I can’t do it. I can’t spread myself open like that for him, it’s just too far. I’ve never been that vulnerable for a man before.

For a second, I’m afraid he’ll hit me. Like my father would when I disobeyed him. Instead, Logan just stood.

“Okay,” he says. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I want to say something, but he disappears out the door without another word.

I’m so stupid. Why couldn’t I have just done it? He already saw me naked and he already saw me touching myself. Why not just take it that one step further?

I’m so frustrated. It’s not like I don’t want him. Groaning, I roll over onto my side and shove my hand down my pants. I find my clit and begin to work it in circles.

I should have let him take me right then and there. I should have begged for his cock. If I’m good, he’ll give me whatever I want. I bet he’ll even let me out. I rub myself, imagining his body against mine, his cock in my mouth.

I’ll suck him off like a greedy little slut. I’ll do it for him, because I want to make him happy. I’m so tired of disappointing him. I rub my clit faster as desire courses through me. I slide my fingers down and press them inside of me. I roll back over onto my back and spread my legs, feeling my breasts with my left hand.

Fuck, Logan, I should just let him fuck me. I want it, clearly. I want to feel his thick cock slide deep between my legs as he holds my arms back, fucking me wildly. I want to sweat on him, feel his body against mine. I want to be dominated, destroyed. God, I’m so fucked up, but I want it so badly.

I work my fingers in and out, faster and faster, and soon I feel it building inside of my core. Moans escape my lips but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything in this moment.

I come hard, moaning Logan’s name. My whole body twitches and shakes as my muscles contract, a flood of pleasure rocking through my pussy.

When it’s over, I lie back and stare at the ceiling, breathing deeply. I can’t believe I just got off while thinking about Logan. He’s my captor and an asshole, and yet I clearly want something from him.

I don’t know what I’m going to do. On the one hand, I want to give in to him. But I want to retain my dignity. I want to escape this place and stay clean. I don’t want it to destroy me, like everything else in my life has.

But there’s something about him. He’s almost kind, although he’s making me do things, pushing my buttons. He doesn’t touch me, and if I want to stop, we stop. He seems to be waiting for me to want to go further.

I already want it. I just have to open myself up to it. I need to get over my fear and embrace him.