by Ilsa Ames
“Is this a trick?” I asked. “Because if it is, I’m really not laughing.”
“No trick,” he chuckled. “My little sex dungeon prisoner. I just want to show you something. Follow me.”
He strode off, then paused as if he’d remembered something.
“Don’t get any ideas about trying to escape, though. I’m faster and stronger than you, and I know these woodlands like the back of my hand. You won’t get a hundred yards.”
I held up my hands.
“Okay then Mr. Badass frontiersman. Don’t pop a boner or anything as you imagine tackling me to the ground, okay?”
I hit him playfully on the arm, but suddenly gasped as his hands held my wrists and pulled me close. I swallowed, moaning as our lips crashed together, his mouth claiming mine fiercely before he pulled away.
“You know I’m not gonna try and escape, right?” I said softly. “I said I’d help you, and I meant it. So lead the way.”
He began to move off through the trees confidently, striding away with his long legs. It was difficult to keep up with him. As we walked the extent of the devastation became horribly clear. The trees were thick here, in the middle of the woods. But they were all just bare trunks—no leaves, no flowers, just a carpet of dead mulch on the ground.
“This place should be teeming with life,” Logan said over one shoulder. “The birds should be singing, the flowers should be growing, the trees should be heavy with leaves and fruit. Thanks to your father, look at what’s happened. It’s like a desert out here—no life at all.”
“It’s horrific,” I murmured. “I had no idea it was so extensive.”
He nodded solemnly.
“Some waste was dumped upriver from here—I still haven’t found the exact location, but it can’t be far. All of those toxins have been flowing downriver and poisoning the water table. Everything living around here relies on that water, and well, you can see what happens when it gets fucked with.”
I felt a growing sense of sadness as we walked, the devastation complete everywhere I could see. It was oppressive and depressing.
“Can we go back?” I eventually asked, my voice wavering. “I- I don’t need to see any more of this horribleness,” I croaked out.
“Soon,” he said. “I’ve got something special to show you first. It’s not far now.”
We were following a trail, and as it wound around a corner, my breath was suddenly taken away. Logan had stopped, and I almost walked into his back.
Where everything had been dead, there was suddenly riotous color and life teeming everywhere. The trees were tall and vibrant, leaves swaying gently in the mountain breeze. The grass was thick and overgrown and lush, almost coming up to my knees. Insects and bees buzzed around, and the twitter of birdsong was like music to my ears.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the scent of wildflowers and the fresh smell of the woods.
Logan grabbed my hand and led me forward through the tall grass, and into a little clearing between a thicket of trees. Warm midday sun streamed down through the branches, and butterflies floated from flower to flower.
This... this was what I’d been craving, cooped up inside that little cabin. It was like a picture-perfect postcard image. I sighed in contentment and sat down in the soft grass. Logan grinned at me and sat too.
“This is what the whole mountainside used to look like,” he said. “It makes my blood boil and my heart ache to see what’s happened to the land here.”
I lay back and luxuriated in warm sunshine—after so many days inside it was like heaven.
“It’ll take years for the rest of the forest to get back to how it used to be, and that’s only if I can put a stop to what your dad’s company is doing.”
I pulled him down so that we were laying next to each other in the grass, our faces inches apart.
“We’ll stop him, together,” I said. “And then…”
My voice trailed off. I’d been about to say, “we could live out here together, and work on making this land beautiful again.” But I couldn’t say it, not aloud. Not yet. I still felt so mixed up inside, what with the kidnapping, finding out about my dad’s true nature, and everything else. It was too much, too fast.
For now, I was just happy to be there, in that place at that moment, with Logan.
My lips were suddenly on his, and my shirt was over my head before I even knew what was happening. I sat astride him, looking down at those earnest eyes of his, and felt his cock throb between my legs as I unclipped my bra and flung it away into the grass.
He reached up, teasing my nipples in his fingers until they were as hard as little marbles. He slowly ground his hips up into me, pressing his thick, hard erection into me until I groaned.
Before I knew what was happening he rolled and flipped me underneath him, pinning me to the ground with a grin on his face.
“No fair!” I protested, before he silenced me with a kiss, crushing my lips with his own. His hands were everywhere, tearing off my clothes with a ferocity that took my breath away and made the heat pool between my legs. I moaned as he threw away the last scrap of clothing and then quickly unbuckled his pants. I pulled him down into me, wrapping my arms around his neck and opening my legs for him.
“I want you so fucking bad,” I moaned into his ear, my teeth raking over his lobe. “Fuck me, right here, Logan.”
“Believe me, gorgeous,” he groaned back, twisting his head so his lips rasped against my ear.
“I’m going to.”
I cried out as his thickness slid into me, his size spreading me wide around him as he pushed inside. I cried out, not even caring that we were technically in public. The little clearing seemed so remote, so magical, like it was a special place only for the two of us.
Logan’s throbbing cock filled me, and his lips pressed down onto my own with the urgency and need that spoke of his desire for me. He moved down to my neck and began to nibble at the soft, sensitive skin there, arching his back as he rolled his hips—sliding that gorgeous cock of his in and out of me. He moved slow and then started to build, rolling his hips as he fucked me. His breath was coming in gasps now, and little whimpered moans of pleasure and ecstasy slipped from my lips.
My hands scrabbled and scratched as his back, and my hips arched as he thrust into me again and again, fucking me faster and more furiously until I could barely take it anymore. His big, perfect cock drove into me over and over, filling me up entirely and taking my breath away.
A white-hot core of pleasure built low down in my belly, pulsing and expanding as he relentlessly fucked me, spreading its electric tendrils throughout me, until it finally exploded in a kaleidoscope of sensation. My body was wracked with the force of my climax, and I clung to Logan for dear life as I whimpered and convulsed, my slick pussy pulsing and gripping his hard cock.
He smiled down at me, leaning in to kiss my neck before he pulled away, dropping onto is back. I panted, laying back in the grass, spent and gasping for breath, little giggles ringing out in the clearing.
“You didn’t finish yet,” I murmured. His still-hard cock throbbed in the air, pulsing against his chiseled abs. I pulled myself up to my knees between his legs, shoving him back when he tried to sit up so that he was lying back in the grass. His erect cock was wet and glistening with my juices, and he threw his head back and groaned as I leaned down and took him into my mouth, sliding my lips right down his length until I couldn’t take any more.
He ran his hands through my hair as he watched me suck him, his eyes fixed on mine. It felt so good to pleasure him, to see the effect I had on him, and before long I felt him tense up, ready to explode.
“Not yet,” I said. “I want to feel you finish inside me.”
I slid up his body, a thrill rippling through me as his powerful, strong arms pulled me up until my legs were astride his hips. He guided me down, and the both of us cried out as I sank my slick pussy down onto his pulsing length. I moaned wildly, pumping up and down, t
aking all of him in and out of me until I felt his cock stiffen one last time and explode deep inside me, filling me with spurt after spurt of hot seed. He roared as he climaxed, loud enough for nearby birds to flutter away in fright.
We ended up completely naked in the grass, laughing until tears streamed down our faces. I realized that I felt happy and at peace, truly at peace, for the first time in a long time.
It was approaching dusk as we got back to the cabin. It was depressing going back through the dead trees again, but I still felt the hope that one day it could all go back to looking like that secret place Logan had showed me.
When we got back inside, Logan picked up my phone. It was flashing, with missed calls and messages.
All from my dad.
Logan held out the phone wordlessly to me, a grim expression on his face. I looked at the messages. There were many of them, but the most recent one was the only one I needed to read.
I know where you are. I’m on my way to get you right now. Don’t move from there.
I felt anger and frustration boil up inside me. He hadn’t listened at all, hadn’t even considered that his decision might have put me at risk if Logan had been a more desperate or unhinged man. And, most importantly, he wasn’t going to put a stop to what was happening with the chemical dumping. He was going to take me back, silence Logan, and nothing would change.
Not if I have anything to do with it.
I dialed my father’s number with shaking fingers, righteous rage flooding my body with adrenaline.
“Lia-” he answered, but I didn’t let him finish. It was my turn to talk.
“Dad,” I interrupted. “Listen and keep quiet. I’ll only say this once. Back off. Do not come here. If you do, you will never see me again. The rules have changed, and you need to make a decision. Make this right, fix the pollution, and pay for the victims’ medical bills, or you no longer have a daughter. I swear to you. Do. Not. Come. Here.”
I hung up the phone.
Chapter Nine
Logan
Holy shit.
I was floored at how Lia had spoken to her father, so bold and decisive. I stared at her as she’d hung up the phone, speechless, wondering who this girl was and what she’d done with Lia.
She had been absolutely fuming with barely controlled rage when she’d told her father to back off, and she been incredibly upset when we sat down in silence following the phone call. I didn’t know what to say, and simply held her close in my arms for a while.
“Sorry for being such a mess,” she whispered eventually, after she’d calmed down. She wiped the tears of anger and hurt from her face. “It’s just, well, he doesn’t get it. He just thinks he can come whisk me away and carry on like nothing’s happened. He probably thinks he can simply threaten you, tell you how good his lawyers are, and that you’d just back off.”
“Listen,” I said seriously, “you don’t need to apologize. You’re right, he should have seen sense. Hopefully now he will.”
I paused, thinking about what the next best course of action was. I’d given him my demands, and that hadn’t changed. And now Lia had made it perfectly clear that to get her back, he’d have to fix the problems he’d caused. The ball was in his court. There wasn’t much point in pushing it, for the time being anyway.
“What do we do now?” Lia asked, looking at me, as if reading my thoughts. “He knows now he needs to sort this mess out. And if he doesn’t… then I’m not going back. Ever. He might as well disown me.”
I nodded grimly. “I think we wait. He knows well enough where he stands, now. And there’s no point in trying to contact him again for now. That’ll only piss him off. He’s got a lot of long days and sleepless nights ahead of him, to even make a start of sorting things out. So now, we wait. Give him a few days.”
She nodded, determined, and seemed to relax a little, her body settling in to mine.
We got to know each other even more in the days after that. Yeah, I knew we were doing things the wrong way—havingsex and then getting to know each other. But we’d both wanted to release that tension that’d building between us, to retain our sanity. Fuck, we’d needed to.
And the more time I spent with her, the more I realized how fucking incredible she was—more than I’d even guessed. I was beginning to discover that she wasn’t just the pampered, rich brat I first assumed that she was, even before I’d kidnapped her. She was sassy, clever, and had a wicked dry wit that caught me off guard on occasion. At the same time, she poked and prodded, pestering me as to why I didn’t modernize the cabin, asking me about this outdated thing or that, telling me how much better things could be.
Truth be told, I was a simple man. If something worked, I didn’t replace it. If it broke, I fixed it. And only if it was well and truly fucked did I head off into town to buy a replacement.
I’d never been one for material wealth or needlessly spending money on pointless, overpriced flashy items, ever since the short time I lived like a king during my coke dealing days, that is. And I knew how that turned out—my best friend dead, all my other friends either dead, locked up, or gone without a trace.
I knew the circumstances were different between what I’d been through, and how Lia had been raised, but I’d seen that side of things, and realized it wasn’t me. Luckily, I’d learnt my lesson long before the considerable inheritance I’d received from my uncle, and that money was still keeping me going today, with plenty left in reserve for emergencies.
I didn’t think that I was tight with my money. If I needed something, or if something broke or needed replacing, I’d always buy good quality, solid and reliable stuff that would stand the test of time. There was no point buying cheap crap that would break after five minutes. It was false economy. But there was also no point buying flashy, overpriced stuff that was just the same or worse than what could be bought for less.
After a while, though, I started to see things from her perspective, and eventually accepted that the cabin could do with a little modernizing.
But I didn’t admit to Lia, though.
Part of it was this lingering cloud I knew was waiting over the horizon, ready to shadow all of this that we were discovering with each other. Because when father saw sense and accepted my demands, this was over. It had to be. She’d go back to her life. I mean it’s not like Preston was going to accept my demands and then also let his kidnapped daughter stay with the man who’d taken her.
The thought soured in me, pulling at something inside of me.
I started to notice a change in Lia as the days passed. She had always seemed carefree, but eventually I noted that she seemed more relaxed. I guessed that perhaps she wasn’t as carefree and laid back as she came across. Perhaps it was a facade, one which she’d had to build to keep up with the demands of her busy life, with all the intrusive social media that went with it. Not to mention the constant parties with rich snobs.
The evening following the phone call from her father, I came back into the cabin after a brief foray outside to gather firewood, to find her relaxed on the couch, a book held in her hands, which she was studying with a peaceful expression, a half smile on her face.
She was wearing one of my old t-shirts, which was comically oversized on her, and reached down to her knees.
I stood there for a second, admiring her, even without makeup and in some old clothes, she was still beautiful. Even more so in her natural state. She was radiant, glowing. She’d changed physically as well, had put weight on in all the right places, which I figured was all the decent, proper food I was feeding her, and the lack of stress and without the nights of partying and alcohol from her life before.
I dumped the wood next to the fireplace and settled down next to her on the couch. She remained focused on her book for a moment, and I wasn’t sure if she was truly engrossed in the book, or if she was pretending to ignore me.
After waiting for a few seconds, I looked back to study her face again. Her grin was widening, eyes bright with amuse
ment.
I grabbed one of her thighs with one hand, and deftly grabbed the book from her, placing it face down on the floor in front of us.
“Hey! I was reading that, you…” Her words were cut off as I leaned across to kiss her deeply on the lips.
“Oh. Okay, well that was an acceptable interruption,” she said, voice lifting, and she suppressed a giggle.
She put her dainty hands on my neck, pulling my face back towards hers, and she kissed me, gently and tenderly.
I was lost in the moment for a second, the smell of her hair and the warmth of her body filling my senses.
After a moment she pushed me back, soft brown eyes studying mine, as if she was searching for something.
…Hell, it was like she was looking for the same thing in me that I was almost too scared to admit to myself that I was looking for in her.
Love.
Because as much as part of me wanted to call it crazy, or that I was just losing my mind, I couldn’t ignore it much longer. Plans be damned, I was fucking falling for this girl. And part of me wondered if she was falling down the same damn hole.
I had tried to hide my emotions, brushing them off, not letting them get in the way of my plan, to force her father to clean up his mess. But I was struggling to ignore the burning passion I was feeling deep inside, for this beautiful, young woman who had come into my life in the most bizarre of circumstances.
If I was truly honest, I’d already fallen for her. But I wasn’t willing to admit it. Not until this mess was cleaned up. Maybe then I could explore other possibilities, decide what I would do next with my life.
I studied her face for a second, smiling contentedly at her proximity.
“You look different,” I said, thinking aloud at how she’d changed over the time since, well, since I’d kidnapped her. “In a good way, I mean. And not just physically. You seem… happy. Relaxed.”
I slid my hand around her waist, and felt my cock swell at the feel of naked body under the thin cotton.
