The day goes by faster than I would have thought. The books aren’t any good and the magazines are all old, but at least they’re something to read. They help to pass the time, and it does feel nice to have a nice comfortable blanket, a new pillow, and clean clothes.

Logan doesn’t come back all day, and I’m very hungry by the time I decide to go to sleep. It gets too dark to read in my cell at night, and there’s nothing else to do if I can’t read. I stare at the ceiling, thinking about him, but that doesn’t help anything.

I couldn’t believe it when he tasted my panties right in front of me. He was right, I was dripping wet, but it pisses me off that he saw through me. I didn’t want him to know how much it excited me to have him looking at my body like that. It’s messed up and wrong, wanting his eyes on me, but I couldn’t help it. He’s so handsome, and he’s the only person to ever show me some compassion since all of this started.

He’s being gentle with me. I know he is. I know he could do so much worse to me if he wanted to. He could hit me or just take me whenever he wants to, but he doesn’t. I don’t know why he doesn’t. I’m sure that the other girls are getting much worse treatment than I am, and I don’t understand any of it. I even have some comforts, although they’re small.

I wrap myself in my blankets and close my eyes. I try not to think of the way it felt to take off my clothes while he watched me. Excitement runs down my spine and tingles gather between my legs. I have to lie on my stomach and breathe deep until it passes.

Before I know it, the morning sun is shining through the small window. I roll over just as I hear footsteps outside of my cell. I groan and sit up as the door unlocks and Logan steps inside.

He’s carrying a tray of food, like usual, and my stomach does flips. I’m starving as he hands it to me and I wolfed it down, not bothering to say hello to him.

He watches me eat, but I’m getting used to that. I don’t really mind it. He can watch all he wants. That won’t change a thing. I eat every single thing on the tray and lean back against the wall to study him.

Logan looks tired. He’s handsome as always, but he looks like he was out late. I smile at him. “Good morning,” I say.

He nods at me. “Good morning, pet.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Because you’re my pet. I want you to know it.”

I sigh, shaking my head. “No, I’m not.”

“Let me ask you something.” He crouches down in front of me. “Do you like being fed once a day?”

“No,” I say.

“Do you want to be fed twice? Or three times?”

I nod once. I hate to admit it, but the food situation has been the worst.

“I’m sure you do. I hate it when I have to go that long without eating.”

I know where he’s going with this. He’s going to want something from me in exchange for being fed more often. It’s obvious that’s his game, but it’s a good game.

I’m already wondering what I’ll do for it. Probably most things. I’ll strip again if he asks. I can handle that. Maybe I can handle a little bit more, but I’m not sure.

“What do you want from me?” I ask him.

“Simple.” He leans toward me. “I want you to touch yourself.”

I cock my head. “Touch myself?”

“That’s right. Lick the tip of your fingers and then rub that nice little pussy while I watch you.”

I look at him, surprised. I didn’t expect this. He wants me to masturbate in front of him. I’ve never done that in front of someone before. I’ve barely slept with two guys, let alone touched myself in front of a total stranger.

Then again, he has already seen me naked. What’s it matter at this point? Plus, I want food.

And I can’t pretend like I don’t feel a slight thrill at the thought of him watching. I wonder if maybe he’ll stop me and take over. Maybe he’ll spread my legs wide and tongue my clit until I come hard against his lips.

I look away from him, arousal coursing through me. He reaches out and turns my chin back toward him.

“Go ahead,” he says. “I can talk dirty to you while you do it, if you like.”

“No,” I say quickly, embarrassed. I want him to do that, want him to do it so badly, but I can’t admit it.

“Okay,” he says, releasing me. He stands up and backs away, leaning up against the far wall. “Go ahead, pet. Let me watch.”

I stare at him for a second, heart pounding in my chest, and then I close my eyes. I open my legs and slowly slide my hand down the front of my pants.

I’m soaking wet when I find my pussy. I bite my lip, trying not to moan, as I slide along my soaking pussy and begin to rub my clit softly. I picture Logan’s strong arms around me, holding me down as he fucks me rough and deep. I slide two fingers deep inside of me as a moan escapes my lips.

And then I feel his hand, his real hand, on my arm. My eyes snap open and he’s kneeling in front of me, so close, inches away. My heart hammers as I look at his full lips and that cocky, maddening grin.

“Wait,” he says softly. “You’re forgetting something.

“What?” I ask him, breathing heavily and flushed.

“You need to do it without your clothes on.”

“What?” I ask him. “You want me to do that ...naked?”

“Yes,” he says. “Spread your legs wide. Let me watch you press your fingers deep inside of your pussy.”

“I can’t,” I blurt out, pulling my hand from my panties.

He frowns. “You can’t?”

“No, please. I can’t do that.” I’m so embarrassed. I can’t believe I did that, touched myself like that, but it wasn’t enough. He wants more from me, and I can’t do it. I can’t spread myself open like that for him, it’s just too far. I’ve never been that vulnerable for a man before.

For a second, I’m afraid he’ll hit me. Like my father would when I disobeyed him. Instead, Logan just stood.

“Okay,” he says. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I want to say something, but he disappears out the door without another word.

I’m so stupid. Why couldn’t I have just done it? He already saw me naked and he already saw me touching myself. Why not just take it that one step further?

I’m so frustrated. It’s not like I don’t want him. Groaning, I roll over onto my side and shove my hand down my pants. I find my clit and begin to work it in circles.

I should have let him take me right then and there. I should have begged for his cock. If I’m good, he’ll give me whatever I want. I bet he’ll even let me out. I rub myself, imagining his body against mine, his cock in my mouth.

I’ll suck him off like a greedy little slut. I’ll do it for him, because I want to make him happy. I’m so tired of disappointing him. I rub my clit faster as desire courses through me. I slide my fingers down and press them inside of me. I roll back over onto my back and spread my legs, feeling my breasts with my left hand.

Fuck, Logan, I should just let him fuck me. I want it, clearly. I want to feel his thick cock slide deep between my legs as he holds my arms back, fucking me wildly. I want to sweat on him, feel his body against mine. I want to be dominated, destroyed. God, I’m so fucked up, but I want it so badly.

I work my fingers in and out, faster and faster, and soon I feel it building inside of my core. Moans escape my lips but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything in this moment.

I come hard, moaning Logan’s name. My whole body twitches and shakes as my muscles contract, a flood of pleasure rocking through my pussy.

When it’s over, I lie back and stare at the ceiling, breathing deeply. I can’t believe I just got off while thinking about Logan. He’s my captor and an asshole, and yet I clearly want something from him.

I don’t know what I’m going to do. On the one hand, I want to give in to him. But I want to retain my dignity. I want to escape this place and stay clean. I don’t want it to destroy me, like everything else in my life has.

But there’s something about him. He’s almost kind, although he’s making me do things, pushing my buttons. He doesn’t touch me, and if I want to stop, we stop. He seems to be waiting for me to want to go further.

I already want it. I just have to open myself up to it. I need to get over my fear and embrace him.

I lay there in bed for the day, thinking about Logan and what I’m going to do.