That night, I can’t sleep.

After Logan leaves, I’m filled with adrenaline. I can’t believe I refused him and stood up to him like that, and he didn’t do anything in return. Maybe he’ll try and withhold comforts or food again, but I’m not so sure. He didn’t seem upset about it at all.

In fact, he smiled. As soon as I refused him the second time, he got this big smile on his face before leaving the room, like he was excited or something. It was such a strange look and I don’t know how to feel about it.

He looked happy that I was denying him. I expected him to be very angry that we were taking a step back, but he clearly didn’t seem to mind at all.

I don’t know what the hell to think. As I eat dinner and reflect, I keep seeing his face in my mind. By the time I’m done eating, I’m not hyped up with adrenaline anymore, and I climb into bed.

I’m not sure how much time passes. Time doesn’t mean much to me anymore. But the moon moves through the sky as I think about what happened and what’s going to happen.

I keep thinking about that night in the cave. I just keep coming back to him. It was just last night, but it feels like a hundred days ago already. He took my body that night because I willingly gave it to him, and he made me feel something that I never expected.

Afterward, he was tender. I felt like we were a normal couple, or at least as normal as we possibly could be. He didn’t have to hold me the way that he did, but it felt genuine. It felt like the most real moment we’ve had together.

I can’t help but feel a rush of excitement flood through me as I relive that night over and over. He’s a dirty man, a strong man, the kind of man that can make me feel alive despite my horrible circumstances. I realize with a sudden jolt of clarity that if it weren’t for Logan, I’d be dead.

I wouldn’t have survived this. The things he described that other girls going through would have easily killed me. Maybe I’m a little stronger than I give myself credit for, but I know I’m not that strong. I would have been destroyed if it weren’t for him.

Instead, he gave me pleasure. So much pleasure. He touched my pussy, my breasts, my nipples, and filled me with his thick cock.

Biting my lip, I reach down my panties and find my soaking pussy. It almost surprises me, that I’m touching myself, but I can’t help it. I’m wide awake and obsessing about his body. I need something to help me get to sleep.

I sink two fingers deep inside of my pussy and stifle a moan. I can’t be too loud because I’m not sure who’s outside listening. I don’t know why I care about that all of a sudden, but I do. I begin to slide my fingers in and out of myself and I have to shove a blanket in my mouth to stay quiet.

I can’t help but think about the way he lifted me off my feet so effortlessly and fucked me up against that cave wall. I was like a little plaything to him, there to be used however he saw fit. That thought drives me wild as I keep fucking myself with my fingers, moaning against the blanket.

All of the tension, excitement, and uncertainty from the last few days builds inside of me, and I feel like I’m going to burst. I can’t help myself. I need a little release, especially right now, during this moment.

Just as I clench down, preparing to come, I hear something. It’s soft at first, but it makes me stop what I’m doing and listen.

Someone is outside of my door. I hear a key turn in the latch and slowly it swings open.

I stare, wide-eyed with terror and excitement, the thrill mixing with the fear. I don’t know who’d be coming in this late at night, and I’m afraid to find out.

Logan steps into the room. I stare at him and he stares back, a small smile on his face, and instantly he knows what I’m doing. He softly shuts the door behind him.

“I came to check on you,” he says quietly.

“You never come this late.”

“Apparently you do.”

I look away from him. “It’s not what you think.”

“Yes, it is.” He walks over and stands above me, smiling. “You’re touching yourself under there, aren’t you?”

I don’t deny it. “I’m okay. You checked.”

“Please, my pet. You think I’m just going to walk away and let you finish all alone?”

I feel the thrill run back through me. “Logan,” I say.

He pulls the blanket off me. My hand is still down my panties, though my fingers aren’t inside of me. He lets out a soft groan as he sees my hand against my pussy and I can’t help but watch him, fascinated, excited, needy.

He drops down at the side of the cot and grabs my hips. I don’t resist him as he pulls me toward him, turning me around. I prop myself up against the wall as he moves my hand and yanks my panties off.

His mouth feels so much better than I could have imagined as he goes down on me. His tongue instantly moves inside of my pussy then rolls back up to my clit, sucking and working. His lips and teeth feel so good as they suck and nibble at my clit. He pressed two fingers inside of me as he continues eating my clit and it’s magic, pure fucking magic as it courses through my veins.

I shouldn’t want this. I’m supposed to be confused. But as soon as he stepped into the room, I knew what it meant. I was so afraid that it would be a guard and the relief and joy that I felt when I realized that it was Logan has to mean something.

I know he won’t hurt me, that’s what it means. He didn’t force me to bow down like I was afraid he might. He even came back to check up on me in the middle of the night, which is unusual. It makes me wonder what’s going on, but I can’t get into that right this moment.

The only thing I know is that he makes me feel good. He makes me feel better than just good, he makes everything seem okay in ways I can’t really imagine. It’s so strange and intense and exciting, and I don’t want it to stop.

In fact, I want more. I want freedom, but I want Logan, too. I can’t decide which one I want more, which is really frightening.

I grab his hair and pull his head up toward me. I kiss him hard, not holding back anymore. I moan into his kiss as his fingers slide back inside of me, fucking me with his thick, rough hands.

I move forward and grab his belt, pulling it off. He helps get his pants down and off and soon enough I’m sitting on the edge of the cot, stroking Logan’s hard cock as he looks down at me.

I take him between my lips and start sucking with a mad feverish desire that I didn’t know I had inside of me. He groans and is speechless for the first time, which only makes me work him more. I love the taste of his thick cock between my lips and I love trying to get as much of him into my mouth. I let him slide down into my throat and I groan as he gags me, but I don’t slow down, I don’t stop. It doesn’t matter if I choke, I need this.

He pulls me back and kisses me. We don’t seem to need to talk tonight as I stand and push him back across the room. He turns and pins me against the wall, raising my hands above my head. Slowly, he undresses me, removes my top and my bottoms, leaving me standing there naked before putting my hands over my head again. He holds them against the wall with one hand while he teases my pussy with the other.

His eyes are intense on my body. He takes a nipple between his lips and teases it, sucking gently then biting down softly. I moan as his fingers press inside me, fucking my wet pussy. He keep teasing my breasts and I feel so controlled, but I love it.

He releases me and pulls me back to the cot. Before he can put me down on it, I push him back, forcing him to sit down on the edge. Once he’s there, I straddle him.

“I want to feel you,” I whisper in his ear, not sure where this is coming from.

“Go ahead, Riley,” he says back. “Ride my fucking cock. Feel all you want.”

I reach back and position myself then slowly sink down along his thick length.

I groan, tipping my head back as he teases my nipple with his teeth again. I begin to slide up and down, working my hips as I ride his hard cock.

I slam down on him as he grips my hips and kisses my neck. I can feel that intense pleasure building inside of me, and I know that I won’t last long. Not as our bodies start to sweat in the warm night. I was so close when he came in and now I’m going to finally release.

I continue moving, sliding, his hands all over my body, slamming me down onto his cock, slapping my ass, gripping my hips, teasing my breasts. He’s all over every inch of me and I love it, need it, as my hips move, twisting and working, my back arched, tension flowing.

And then I feel it. My toes curl as I come hard. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my forehead into his chest as I come. He grunts and fucks me through it, pushing it harder, driving the pleasure into peak intensity.

And just as it passes, he stands and moves me off him. He roughly presses me back down onto the cot on my knees, spread wide, and I press my hands against the wall to brace myself.

He takes my hips and thrusts into me. I gasp as he fucks me like a savage animal from behind, rocking into me, slamming me, filling me. I want him so badly, need him to take me however he wants. I’m so blinded by pure bliss that all I can see is Logan and nothing else.

He fucks my body, hands cupping my breasts then slapping my ass. I love that feeling and I’m sure there’s a red handprint on my milky white skin. That just drives me crazy as I buck back against him.

He groans, grunting, his whole body going stiff. I work faster, bucking and twisting my ass and back. I want him to fill me, come deep inside my pussy, give me what I need.

He groans and grips my hips. I can feel him coming and I moan along with him, working my hips, making it good. He grunts and as he finishes, and we collapse onto the cot together, his arms wrapped around me.

We spend a few minutes in silence. I can hear his heart hammering in his chest and we’re both drenched in sweat from the exertion.

I let myself enjoy this moment. I don’t think too hard about anything or wonder what this all means, I just enjoy the feeling of my head against his chest. That’s all that matters to me, and I don’t let anything else intrude.

We pass some time like that in silence. Finally, I feel him stir and I look up at him.

“Riley ...“

“It’s okay,” I say softly.

“I’m sorry.” He frowns at me. “For all of this.”

“I know.” I kiss his chest.

“I need to tell you something.”

“What?”

I watch him, curious, and I can tell that he’s struggling. There’s something he wants to tell me, probably the truth about him, but some reason he can’t. I want to yell out, tell him he can tell me absolutely anything, but instead I just wait.

“Danger is coming,” he finally whispers. “Something is happening here. You need to be careful.”

I nod against his chest. “Okay.”

“Really. Riley.” He stares at me and I can see the intensity in his expression. “I’ll protect you as best I can, but if they come for you, don’t resist.”

“Okay,” I say again, a shiver running down my spine.

Gently, he disentangles himself from me. I watch as he dresses, wrapped in my blankets. When he’s done, he looks back at me.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” he says.

I nod once and then he disappears.

His warning sends chills down my spine again. If they come for me, I’m supposed to do whatever they ask of me. What if it’s something terrible, like he described to me? Maybe it would just be worse if I resisted, and he’s trying to make it as easy on me as possible. Or maybe it’s more horrible than that and he knows they’re coming for me, but wants to soften me up.

No, I can’t think that. I can’t get sucked back into that. Logan is on my side and that’s the decision I’m making. I’ll do whatever he says because I know he has my best interest at heart.

I lie back on my cot and close my eyes, hoping that his worst case scenario never comes about.