Aphrodite

CHAPTER 7

Day 10 

"You interrupted me." His voice was steady and clear. "You spokewithout being asked." His voice rose. "And you fuckin' called me Logan."He was pacing back and forth across the room. "Fuck."I'd been kneeling beside the table in the main dining room. Dave hadbeen there as had Raul. They chatted about the upcoming fight while I kneltfor an hour on cold stone tiles beside Logan's chair and was fed from hisfingers.I had to go pee, and I'd made the mistake of calling him Logan. I'dnever seen him so angry. His entire body went from relaxed and casual torigid and dangerous within seconds.Raul and Dave were silent as Logan turned to look down at me like Iwas some dog that just bit his ankle. His eyes ... God, they'd been intense,and yes, I was scared because of what I'd done. But it was a mistake, Loganhad to have seen that.He'd shoved back his chair so violently that it fell over backward, thenhe grabbed me by the arm, and before I could even gain my footing he wasdragging me out of the dining room.He didn't stop until we were back at his room, where we were now.Before last night I'd been a dying flower. Pieces of me falling to theground, shriveling up and disintegrating day after day. I was surviving, butbarely. I'd been losing the part of myself that thrived in the sun, thelightness that came with living. But then last night, Logan awoke thewoman I used to be and gave me what I had starving for.I thought things may have changed between us.

I was wrong ... The coldness had descended over him locking outeverything we'd shared.It was devastating.And it was cruel."Emily."I jumped at his sharp tone. "Yes. Master." I avoided his eyes, loweringmy head. There wasn't a fight left in me. He'd taken away that trickle ofhope with how he reacted in the dining hall. Did he do this to me onpurpose? Maybe that was why he held me in his arms, brought my bodyalive at night ... So he could break me down in the morning, destroy meover and over again. So I could hate myself more than him.His footsteps approached, and I stiffened, uncertain what he'd do, yethoping he'd never physically hurt me. He'd awaken my body to his touch,but never once had he harmed me. But he let others hurt me, hadn't he? Hewatched them. Did he get off on that? Had he enjoyed watching Alfonzowhip me?It was his quiet sigh that caused me to swallow my fear. His fingertouched beneath my chin, and he raised my head. He was inches away fromme, and I tried to stop feeling. I tried so hard, but I failed."Emily."My heart crashed, because the way he said my name made the fearheighten."Don't do it again." He watched me for several seconds, then turned andwalked out, slamming the door behind him. I collapsed onto the bed andcried.It was dark by the time he returned, and I was brushing my hair after myshower while I looked out the window seeing nothing but imaginingeverything. As the door shut and locked behind him I turned and knelt onthe floor, the brush laying forgotten beside me.The floorboards creaked as he walked toward me then stopped.I held my breath.He reached down and drew me up in front of him then lowered his head.My heart skipped a beat, the pit of my stomach dropped, and my breathseized all at the same time.His lips descended, soft and tender, as he slid his tongue inside mymouth. His arms encased me in his embrace, the hold on my body fierceand unrelenting, unlike his kiss that was sweet, gentle.

I tilted my head back, and he deepened the kiss groaning.He nipped my lower lip then picked me up in his arms with one swoopand carried me to the bed. Without letting me go, he lowered me onto itthen followed, his weight lying on top of me."You're mine. You'll always be mine."I was in a way. I belonged to him. I had sex with him. And at night Iloved him, but with the rise of the morning sun came the hate for the manwho was doing this to me."Do you want this?"Was I weak because I craved his affection? Wanted to be stroked andcaressed and loved by this man so badly that I felt dead inside without him?Did it make me pathetic?"Emily."I closed my eyes and whispered, "Yes."He gently dragged my nightgown up and over my head; then his eyesroamed down my body, and it felt as if the tips of his fingers were trailingacross my skin. I'd never thought myself pretty or attractive, merely plainand average. My mother called me "a waste of space." But when Loganlooked at me, it made me feel beautiful, and I never wanted it to end."Hands above your head."I listened, wrapping my hands around the edge of the headboard.I knew this is what he liked—complete submission—and it wasmaddening, because it turned me on. I liked it. I didn't even try tounderstand it.I heard the sound of his zipper and then the rustling of fabric as he tookoff his clothes."Legs," he ordered.I opened my legs.He pulled them further apart and settled between them. He groaned ashis fingers caressed my breasts then my nipples, hard, and yet, Logan hadthis sweetness in him. It existed; I knew it did. It couldn't just be myimagination."Not tonight. Not any night. Never call me Logan again."I wasn't stupid. I knew I'd made a mistake. I had hoped that maybeLogan was protecting me against Raul. He'd blindfolded me when Raul hadcome to the room that one time. Could Logan have suspected I'd crack andfight if I'd been able to see Raul's face? Maybe that was why he draggedme out of the dining hall so fast. Or maybe I was just being absurd wantingLogan to care about me.

Then he kissed me, and the Lego blocks in my mind crumbled.Logan's kiss grew stronger as I submitted to him. I didn't fight. No, Iwanted to feel alive again even if it was wrong. Was it strength to submit tohim because I wanted to? I was fighting for salvation, and if Logan gave methat then I won.His fingers entered me, and I moaned. "Emily. You're my everything."He drove his fingers in and out, his teeth grazing across my neck then tomy nipples. He suckled and played with them then bit down, and I cried outwith pain, and my hands let go of the headboard."Don't move." His voice was demanding, and I knew not to disobey, butI also heard a hint of sweet in his voice.I put my hands back.Logan bit me again, and this time I let the feelings flow across my bodywithout moving. It was pain, and then pleasure came right after. It fed me. Itgave me what I needed, and I awakened to him.He gripped my chin. "Look at me."I did."Tell me.""What?""Tell me you want me inside you."That's what he wanted. My permission. My complete submission. And Igave it to him. "Yes.""Tell me.""I want you inside me Lo—" I stopped abruptly.He waited."I want you inside me ... Master.""Wider, baby." I cringed when he called me that. It tore me apart. It washow he said it, his tone tender, as if he cared about me. "I want you to lookat me when I put my cock inside your tight pussy."I parted my legs wider as I stared up at him; then he entered me, and Imoaned as his cock filled me completely. It was like the world became asafe place the moment he was inside me. As if he was mine and I was hisand nothing around us existed anymore.

I hooked my legs around his waist and arched my back wanting himdeeper, closer, needing him encased into me as he pumped madly. Ourbodies slapped together as if he was spanking me, the sound vibratingthrough the room. I kept my arms above my head, but it was hard not to runmy hands the length of him.Suddenly he grabbed me around the waist and flipped me over. "Cheekto the pillow. One hand on the headboard."My breath hitched."Ass in the air. I'm going to fuck you from behind, Emily."I raised my ass and felt his hands grab hold of my hips. Oh God, it feltsweet and hot, and I wanted him back inside me. I knew I was going tocome fast with him taking me like this.He didn't enter me right away, instead his finger slid down my asscrevice then, slowly, further down into my pussy then back up again as hedragged the wetness up to my ass.I tensed as he circled the tight opening. 

"Relax." His voice was soft and sweet. "You need to relax and pushout."It was embarrassing, and I wasn't sure if I wanted his finger in thatforbidden place. But it was also making me hotter.His finger pushed, and I tensed."No, Eme. Don't fight it. I promise it'll feel good, but it can't be if youwon't relax."I took several deep breaths, then moaned, as he pushed his finger insidemy tight ass at the same time."Oh God." It felt full and weird and ... fuck, it felt illicit and amazingtoo. Then when he started pushing his finger in and out like he was fuckingmy ass while he continued to play with my clit, I nearly exploded."I'm going to fuck your ass one day. So tight and sweet, and you'll lovehaving me balls-deep inside you." God, why was I so turned on by that?"Now, I'm going to fuck your pussy, and you're going to scream."He placed himself at my entrance then pushed hard and deep. His handwas on the small of my back pressing me down while his other grabbed myhip, fingers digging into my flesh. His balls slapped against me as he thrustover and over again.I was panting and arching my back while I pushed back against him."Come, Eme. Touch yourself."

I did, and I within seconds I was coming and crying out as he continuedto slam into me. Both hands were now holding my hips as he yanked meback into him with a fierceness that sent my orgasm into a long, drawn-outhigh."Fuck." He suddenly stopped moving, the tips of his fingers digginginto my skin as I felt his cock jerk inside me. "Jesus."When he slipped out of me, the syrupy warmth of Logan came with himand ran down the insides of my thighs. I was about to lie down, spent, andfully sated when he stroked my head then down my back to my ass wherehe caressed my ass cheeks."Don't move."The mattress dipped as he lay down beside me and stared at me with myass in the air, arched and body heated. After several minutes, he hooked hisarm around my waist and pulled me down beside him then kissed mytemple. "Your pussy is made for my cock."Yeah, it was. The problem was despite what we shared sexually, I knewI'd leave him without a second of hesitation if given the opportunity toescape. Maybe I had this secret hope that we'd leave together, but it wassmall, a fleck of dust in a tornado.I was falling asleep, wrapped in his embrace when I definitely heard thewords, "Dream sweet, Emily."