Page 8 of Redeeming Logan

The warm sun streaming through the windows wakes me up early the next morning. I had the craziest dream last night, and I’m not too sure what to make of it just yet. I stretch out on my bed, and I feel an odd sensation between my thighs. I rub them together, feeling the slickness as my cheeks heat with embarrassment. Mind flickering to flashbacks of the dream that I had last night, which must be the culprit to my discomfort this morning.

“How does it feel to be the one strapped to my chair tonight, Taliah?” Logan says to me as he circles my naked body, eyes browsing my body like I’m a model in a playboy magazine. The glint of the knife in his hand catches my attention, shining sinisterly in the dim light of the room. “Look at you, pretty girl. Your body is shaking with the anticipation of what I’m going to do to you.” Running the knife up my inner thigh, he knicks me way too close for comfort. I look down and see the blood beading to the surface and spilling over onto my pale skin. Making a trail down my leg to the chair beneath.

“L-Logan, what are you doing?” I whisper as I watch the blood leak from the wound on my thigh. He reaches up and grips my chin in his hand, forcing me to look into his eyes. The usually dead look he has is replaced with a mischievous glitter flickering in his eyes as he smirks at me. Bringing the knife up to my cheek and slowly dragging it down, slicing my skin like butter, making me let out a pained hiss as my blood rushes to the surface.

“I’m giving you what you want, Taliah. I saw the way you looked when I had that other woman in this chair; you wished it was you. Didn’t you? You wanted to be the one under my knife. You wanted to receive the same pain and attention I fawned the other woman with.” I let out a gasp because he’s right. I hate that he’s right, and it makes me whimper. He lets go of my chin as he takes a step back from my body.

Logan stares at me with interest, making me squirm in my restraints. My heart is beating so fast that I fear it may give out; the blush in my cheeks has traveled down to my chest. Body burning up under his intense gaze and the lights in the room.

“Did you know that the color of your blush matches the color of your nipples? It’s the prettiest pink I think I’ve ever seen. I almost wonder if it matches the pink inside your pussy too.” He runs the tip of the knife over my right nipple, making it stand at attention. Goosebumps erupt all over my skin, even though I’m burning up. I’ve never had anyone look at me like this before. The knife knicks my nipple, making me let out a mix of a moan and a surprised gasp. Looking down, I see the blood trailing down my chest and pooling in my belly button. Logan runs the knife down my chest and stomach, leaving a razor thin line in its wake. Beads of blood decorate my skin, and it fascinates me so much that I don’t notice where he’s ended up until it’s too late.

The chill of the knife slips through my pussy lips, the blood coating it, making it slide through with ease. “Did you like it when I did this to that woman, Taliah? Did you enjoy watching her wither in pain as I sliced her open?” His inquiring gaze reaches mine as he grips my left thigh, pushing my legs open as much as therestraints will allow. My thighs are shaking with anticipation for what he plans to do with me. I can feel wetness pooling between my legs, and I look down confused to see that he hasn’t cut me yet. “Look at this pretty wet pussy; this really does turn you on, doesn’t it? Not knowing if I’ll kill you or not. The thrill of the unexpected.” Gripping my thigh tight in his hand, he stares me down before he swipes the knife quickly up through my lips, making me scream with pleasure and agony.

My skin heats up as I feel more liquid pool between my thighs at the memory of Logan slicing me open without a care in the world. It makes me gasp and my heart beats faster with the anxiety of what is happening to me. I’ve never felt like this before. My body is on fire, thighs trembling, and there is a tingle between my legs I’ve never felt before. Scrambling up from the bed, I rush to the bathroom, stripping out of my pajamas and flinging open the glass shower door. I adjust the water to a comfortable temperature and stand under it, trying to focus on the drops pelting my skin, but the tingling between my thighs is becoming way too much. Logan’s smirking face flashes through my mind, and all I can feel is his hands on my thighs. Or what I imagine them to feel like.

Taking a deep breath, I reach down between my legs, feeling the slick wetness coating my finger. Pulling my fingers out, tilting my head, I stare at the wetness like it’s a new discovery. Reaching back down, I explore this new uncharted territory. A finger brushing up against the little nub between my pussy lips, making me gasp at the sensation it gives. My whole body trembles under the water of the shower. Leaning up against the tiled wall, I circle the little bundle of nerves slowly; if I had known this felt this good, I would’ve done this sooner. The pulsing sensation in the nub gets more intense as I speed up my fingers, making moans spill from my lips. Thighs shaking so much Ifear I may fall down, my other hand slaps the wall next to me, trying to keep me upright.

Breaths coming out choppy as lights explode behind my eyes. A small gush of liquid drips from my pussy as I grip the wall behind me, trying to catch my breath again. Black spots float around my vision as the tingling between my legs finally starts to subside. With shaking hands, I reach over to grab the shampoo and lather it in my hair, trying hard to regulate my breathing again. Finishing up in the shower, I turn off the water, grabbing a white fluffy towel from the rack beside the shower door. Drying off, then wrapping the towel around me, tucking the end under my armpit.

I turn to the large mirror in the bathroom, swiping the condensation away, and letting out a gasp at what I see. I don’t know what I expected to see, honestly. My hair is damp and limp as it lays around my shoulders, and there are purple bags under my eyes that I fear may actually be permanent. Freckles litter my face like a roadmap, and my cheeks are flushed. The flush travels down my neck and over my chest; it makes my thighs clench together as I remember what Logan said about it in my dream. I shake myself and walk out of the bathroom, letting out a scream as I see Logan sitting at the end of my bed waiting for me.

Chapter Thirteen

Logan

This girl is testing my patience. I told her there were cameras everywhere in her room when I brought her here. But yet there she is, naked on my monitors, playing with her little pussy. Her head is thrown back against the shower wall, wet hair plastered to her face, as moans cascade from her lips. Hand gripping onto the slippery tile wall, trying to keep her upright as her other hand is between her legs, playing with that little bundle of nerves that resides there. I can see her thighs quivering and her chest rising up and down rapidly with every breath she takes.

My teeth grind together with my anger, slamming my fist down on my desk, making the pens rattle in the cup in the corner. I watch as she pleasures herself in front of me. Having no idea that I am watching her naughty little self. Maybe she’s doing this to taunt me? Her movements speed up and become stuttering as she gets closer to her climax. My cock hardens in my slacks, pressing against the zipper hard enough that it will leave anindent. Blood rushing from my head to my dick makes me woozy as I watch Taliah nearly fall to her knees when she comes.

I shoot up from my desk, the chair falling to the floor with a clatter and the monitors rattling on the desk. I lean down close to the monitors, watching Taliah compose herself again before she goes about her normal shower routine. The way she looked as she came makes me curious to know if she's ever come before in her life. That reaction was a little over the top for someone who’s actually masturbated before. She nearly fainted in that shower. Shutting off the monitors, I step back and walk towards the door.

Taking my time as I make my way to Taliah’s room down the hall, sneaking in and shutting the door quietly behind me. I hear the shower shut off and her light movements as she towels off. I settle at the foot of her bed, ready to confront her. My hands are shaking with the anger that is still coursing through my body. Forcing my temper to calm before she walks out of the bathroom, but I can’t seem to get it under control, my body vibrating with a need that I’ve never actually felt before. I’ve been turned on and horny before, obviously, but this is so much different. My cock is so hard that I’m getting lightheaded, and my vision is starting to blur around the edges. What is this girl doing to me?

The bathroom door opens, and a towel-clad goddess walks out of the room with a cloud of steam behind her. She takes a few steps and then stops dead in her tracks when she notices me sitting there. A scream leaves her mouth, and her hand flies up to her chest. I don’t give her time to get her bearings before I stride across the room, grab her by the throat, and slam her up against the wall behind her. Her head ricocheting off the wallwith the impact and a gasp leaving her lips. She looks up at me with a dazed expression, like she’s trying to figure out how she got here. I wait for the moment she registers what's happening before I tighten my hold on her neck more, cutting off her air.

Pressing my body up against hers, I can feel her hard nipples poking through the towel. She struggles to breathe in my hold, and her hands reach up to claw at the hand around her neck. The panic on her face makes me growl with pleasure. I let her struggle until her hands started to go limp, then I let go of her throat enough for her to get some air in. Still holding her against the wall behind her with my hand and body. I grip her waist tight in my other hand so she doesn’t slip from my grip. Leaning down to her neck, I inhale the scent of her freshly washed skin—the smell of a juicy peach wafting into my nostrils, making me groan.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, Taliah. Did you forget that I have cameras in this entire room? That includes the bathroom.” I growl into her ear, making goosebumps erupt from her skin and her body tremble in my hold. “Looks like your shower was rather... extraneous, wasn’t it?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Logan. I was just showering, I swear!” She stutters her words out as she tries to cover up her shame. A rosy blush was creeping from her cheeks down to her chest.

“I’d like to believe you, Taliah, but I watched as you played with your pretty pussy in there. I watched as you came so hard you almost blacked out. Your thighs trembling, barely holding you up against the shower wall. The pretty little moans you were letting out made me so hard I couldn’t handle it anymore. Do you know how it feels to be so turned on that it hurts? I suppose you don’t; that was the first time you’ve ever come, right?” She looksinto my eyes and the fear swimming in them makes a shiver run down my spine and my fingers twitch on her neck. Taliah shakes her head, answering my question, but I don’t want her movements, “Use your fucking words, Taliah. Look me in the eye and tell me all about your naughty little escapade.”

I watch as she gulps hard, pupils dilating and her nipples so hard they could cut glass beneath the towel wrapped around her. She rubs her thighs together and it makes me chuckle darkly with her blatant display of desire. “I-um, I guess I was a naughty girl, Logan, but I-I’m sorry? I don’t know what else you want me to say?” Taliah mumbles looking away out the window across the room, fixated on the swaying trees outside. I grab her face with the hand on her waist, forcing her to look at me, my other hand tightening its hold on her neck as a warning, my hips smashing into hers. I know she can feel my cock, hard against her stomach through the cotton towel she wears.

“Fucking tell me, Taliah, I want to hear you tell me exactly how you were playing with that pretty pussy. The pussy that isn’t yours to play with anymore. That pussy ismine. The day you walked through those doors is the day that it becamemine.” Growling into her face as I reach down with the hand holding her face to grab her cunt through the towel. I can feel extra dampness there that isn’t from the shower. “What do we have here, pretty girl?” I grind the heel of my palm into her clit beneath the towel, and she lets out a soft moan from the touch. I continue giving her what she wants as I say, “Why don’t you be a good girl for me and tell me what I want to hear, Little Lamb?”

“Okay, okay, Logan! I touched my, my p-pussy in the shower. I was so wet, and I’ve never felt like that before. I-I’m sorry, Logan, I won’t do it again, I swear, just please don’t stop!” She pushesher hips against my palm, trying to reach her climax. “Please, Logan, make me feel good.” She moans, looking up at me under her lashes as she grinds harder against my palm.

I seriously consider letting her come; I really do. Watching as she grinds against the heel of my hand, shamelessly moaning and pleading for me to let her come. Letting out a chuckle, I pull my hand away and take a few steps back from her. The look on her face is priceless as she sags against the wall. “You don’t get to come unless I tell you to. If I see you touchmy pussyagain, you will be punished.” I don’t spare her another glance as I turn around and walk out of her room. I slam the door behind me as I leave and lean up against the wall beside it. Slamming my head into the wall behind me making my brain rattle in my skull and my vision blur. The pain grounds me as I take a few deep breaths, straighten my shirt sleeves, and walk back down the hall.

Chapter Fourteen

Logan

“Ah, there he is! Please meet our resident doctor, Logan Mitchell. He will be overseeing Lindsey’s onboarding process here this evening.” Mr. Pickett announces as I enter the plush office, closing the door quietly behind me. I walk to the side of Pickett’s desk and peer over at the couple sitting in the leather chairs in front of us. They are obviously from a wealthy family, wearing Versace and Louis Vuitton. The man’s hair is slicked back so far it looks like a toupe glued to his head. I’m sure they are both holding stock in botox too, with the severe look that is on their faces.

“Doctor Logan is the best there is and I know he can turn Lindsey’s behavior around so fast!” Pickett continues rambling as I just stare at the parents. When he summoned me, he wasn’t sure if they were actually going to give up their daughter or not. The mother was all for it, but the father on the other hand? He was torn; he didn’t want to give up his personal fuck toy, as heclaims. I don’t even look over at the girl that I know is sitting on the other side of the office doped up. I won’t look until the parents say the magic words that I yearn to hear. Taliah has been a nice distraction, but I’m itching to cut something. To destroy something. I’ve been missing the melodic, pained screams that echo throughout my work room.

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