Page 36 of Target Me
“Of course I will, hen. Come on now, let’s get you fed, then I’ll set up the computer to do some research.”
“After you’ve printed the list, right?”
He squeezed me tight before turning me toward the bathroom door. “After I’ve printed the list. You might be doing some research of your own today.”
* * *
“Infantilism,”I whispered, placing a definitive cross mark against the kink.
The list Logan had given me had been enlightening, to say the least. Some had been hard passes—no judgement, just not my thing—but others had left me intrigued. There were kinks I knew immediately I wanted to try, but still others I’d have to clarify with Logan how they would work in our personal dynamic before I committed one way or the other.
It was a fun exploration.
But even as I worked, I couldn’t help glancing at my father’s office, where Logan had opted to set up shop researching my mother.
I still couldn’t believe I’d heard her voice after all these years.
“Avery.”
Sweeping my kink homework into a messy pile, I swiped the papers off the table and answered Logan’s summons with a little more enthusiasm than I would have even twenty-four hours earlier. Admittedly, thinking of some of the kinks I’d ticked off had left me a little hot and bothered.
I paused in the office doorway, drinking in the sight of Logan, sans ball cap, sitting behind my father’s desk. His sandy blond hair flopped over his furrowed brow as he tapped something metal against the desk. A key, I saw as I closed the distance between us.
“What’s that for?” I asked.
He looked up, face softening before he glanced at his tapping hand. “Oh, I don’t know. I found it on the floor. Hey, come and take a look at this, will you?”
I came around behind him and looked over the document he’d been reading.
“That’s my mother,” I said, pointing at a DMV photo as he scrolled past it.
“Yeah, it’s supposed to be. All of this is supposed to be current information on her.”
I glanced at the side of his face, noticing the scowl had returned with a vengeance. “Why do you keep saying ‘supposed to be’?”
“Here’s the thing. This information was updated in the last couple of weeks. But this photo? She looked too young for her assigned age. I did a reverse image search, and the metadata on the image is from ten years ago. That’s not the only thing. There are a ton of inconsistencies and missing information in the file. It’s like someone has tried to backdate years of this woman’s life. You’re certain it was her voice you heard on the phone yesterday?”
“I mean… yes? I think?” Staring into the eyes of a mother I’d secretly missed as much as I’d resented her, I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
Logan hummed. “It doesn’t make sense. Maybe I’ll get one of my buddies to look into it.” He turned, noticing the pile of papers in my hand.
“What do we have here?”
My face burned as I set down the list of sexual fantasies I’d compiled.
“Let’s see…” He sat back, shuffling the papers into some kind of order.
“Blindfolds, biting, temperature play, bondage, worshipping, fellatio, spanking, flogging, breath play, choking, collars—fuck, you’d look good in a collar.” He continued down the list, occasionally providing positive feedback, his wicked grin stretching wider the further down the list he went.
“Anilingus and anal play. I thought you enjoyed it last night. I think we’re going to work well together. My only hard limit is threesomes. You’re mine.”
I nodded quickly, the note of possession in his voice sending goosebumps up my spine. He hadn’t judged me for anything on the list, and the freedom I felt at having admitted those sexual fantasies was making me giddy.
Logan sighed, pulling me into his lap. “You are safe with me, hen. Always. There’s nothing you can’t tell me. This list makes me supremely happy because now I know how you want to be pleasured. Honestly, if you saw my own list, we are nearly a perfect match. In any scene we play out, you are in control. You know the safe word and have the ultimate decision on whether anything happens or not.”
I believed every word he said, and for a moment, what should have warmed me to the core left me cold. Logan was here on my father’s orders. Already, I relied on him too much, but I couldn’t forget that as swiftly as he’d arrived, he’d be gone again after his ‘mission’ was done.
“And… she’s back in her head. We’ll have to fix that. Time to play, hen.” Sliding the drawer beside him open, he fished out a charging cable, testing the strength of it between his hands.
