Page 135 of Ghost Hunted

“Right. So, permanent, I guess.”

I pull her into my lap thanks to the short chain that separates us. She obeys, sighing in defeat, sitting passively on me. But I can tell, as I run my hands up and down her back, that some of her frost is melting. I keep stroking her, her back, her arm, her thighs, kissing her freckles, while Damien motions for everyone to leave. Taking advantage of her silence and of our privacy, I allow my hand to pass over her breasts, to stroke down her stomach, drifting toward her pussy, without ever touching it, until she’s not just melting... she’s wriggling in my lap.

“What if I made you come every day, Lia?” I breathe in her ear. “I’ll stop edging you. I’ll just make you come all the time. Remember when you said that could be enough for you to accept your captivity? Hmm?”

Her lower lip trembles. “Maybe it would help… a little.” She pauses. “But you couldn’t possibly make me come around the clock. And between each orgasm, I’d remember I was a captive, and it would break me.”

“I could do it around the clock. I could do anything, if it meant making you happy.” I edge my hand toward the hem of her red dress.

“It wouldn’t make me happy. It would make me forget. Just like I forgot for eighteen years.” She squirms in my lap as my hand drifts up her thigh. “No, Logan. Stop. Red. We need to talk about my daughters. About Jane. You told me... you told me you found her.”

“Yes, I did,” I tell her. “And if you’re my good girl, we’ll go as soon as I’m healed.”

“I want to go now,” she hisses. “You’re barely injured.”

“No, you’re wrong.” I squeeze her to me. “I’m very injured. So you’re just going to have to stay with me, and next week, when I’m better, I’ll let you see Jane.”

Her eyes flash angrily, but at last she sighs, once more resigned. “Fine.”

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“Okay. What do you want first? My mouth, my fingers, my cock?”

“Logan...”

No matter how painful my injuries are, they could never prevent me from carrying her into my bedroom, tossing her down on the bed, and hiking up her dress.

“Logan... this isn’t going to solve anything.”

“No, you’re wrong. It’s going to solve everything. I’m going to keep you so well-fucked you’ll never need anything else ever again.”

“I’m always going to need freedom.”

I shake my head desperately. “No. Open your thighs.”

She sighs, but does as I ask. “At least let me take a shower. I’m covered in dust.”

“No,” I say again. “I’ll lick the dust off you. I don’t care.”

“Logan,” she groans again.

But she doesn’t resist me when I rip off her underwear and bury my mouth against her pussy. She’s just as responsive as ever as I lick long stripes up and down her cunt, toying with her clit, sucking it in until her moans let me know I’ve succeeded, at least for a bit... she’s forgotten.

“Logan... Logan!”

When I try to pull back for air, she pushes my face down against her cunt. “Don’t you fucking dare edge me!”

I smile against her, wrapping her legs around my neck and doing my best to give her exactly what she needs, despite the fact that the lack of air is making me lightheaded.

When she starts bucking, I thrust two fingers inside her, the added sensation making her scream.

“Logan... fuck, Logan!”

As soon as she’s drenched my face with her orgasm, I rip off the rest of her dress, trailing my tongue over her grimy skin, swirling it around her nipples to keep them stiff. “Ready for round two?”

“Oh my god, Logan...”

But once again, she doesn’t resist as I take out my cock and fist it in one hand, before plunging it into her wet pussy.