by Ilsa Ames
Her hand slid up my forearm, and I watched her swallow, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“Hmmm,” she purred.
“Yes?” I chuckled.
She blushed, her eyes dragging up to mine. “Nothing, just…well.” She grinned. “A girl could get used to this whole ‘muscly woodsman all hot and panting from out chopping wood’ thing.”
“Oh, so you mean the whole ‘I got do all the hard work outside while you relax with a book’ thing” I teased back.
She giggled, her eyes flashing a fierce and hungry look as they locked with mine. She leaned into me. “Yes. But then you get to come inside and get rewarded for all your hard work,” she purred.
I groaned, feeling the raw desire start to rise inside me, like it always did around her. The satisfied relief from sex—from plunging into her and feeling her body tremble and ripple around me—only lasted so long, and we were soon tearing at each other’s clothes again, everything else forgotten.
I thought seriously for a second, wondering at this change that had come over her. I’d grown to realize that I liked the new Lia a lot more than the old Lia, and part of me worried that once this was all over, that she’d be gone out of my life and simply return back to her old ways.
“In all seriousness though, you seem different. Since you’ve been here, I mean. You’ve changed. In a good way,” I said gently, smiling at her. Her brows rose as I spoke, realizing that I wasn't teasing her and smiling back at me.
“It’s just, for the first time in my life, I feel like…” she looked around, as if struggling to find the words, “I’m in control. I’m free from what was expected of me, to go to these ridiculous parties, hang around with sleazy, pig-headed rich guys, the need to upload every minute of my life onto social media.”
She looked back at me, eyes staring deeply into mine.
“Logan, for the first time ever I’m in control. And I’m happy. I thought I was in control and happy before, but I didn’t actually realize what either of those things were. I—I don’t even know if I really even want to go back.”
Fuck. I didn’t wanted her to ever go back—to leave me at all, actually. But I knew deep down she’d have to. Even if it was just at first. But she would, for any of this to work. If she didn’t, Preston would back out of whatever tenuous deal I got him to agree on, and the whole thing would go to shit.
“Lia-”
“I know,” she whispered quietly, looking away.
“I never want you to go.”
“But I’ll have to, right?” Sadness crept over her face, and my jaw clenched as I took her hands in mine.
“At least until I know your dad is going to put things right. And after that, well, we’ll be free to do whatever we want.”
I looked away, feeling a pang of guilt at having to part with Lia, forcing her again to do something against her will.
But there’s no point dwelling. I didn’t plan for this to happen, did I?
“Also, I’m gonna have a lot to do. Clean up the waterways. Get people to hospitals. Decide what wildlife can be saved and what is too far gone. And make damn well sure this doesn’t happen again.”
Her hands slid up my arms, fingers tracing over my forearms.
“I know. And don’t worry, when the time comes I’ll do the right thing. And hopefully I’ll be able to come back in time to help you with everything. I want to put things right, too.”
Her expression changed from serious, to mischievous, a slight grin appearing on her face.
“I have to say,” she said, eyes bright with amusement, “I’m really enjoying this new-found sense of control and freedom. I feel like bossing you around.”
“That a fact, huh?” I said, my eyebrows rising at her words.
She slowly lifted the large t-shirt of mine she was wearing, first exposing her naked thighs, then further up to the skimpy pink panties she was wearing—the ones from the night I’d taken her.
“Other than this t-shirt,” she said, voice husky and low, “these are all I’m wearing. I want you to take them off.”
“Your wish is my command,” I growled, fire catching inside of me and my cock swelling in my at the sight of her almost naked body. I groaned as I took in te the curve of her swollen pussy under her tight panties, a small wet spot growing right under my gaze and making my cock twitch with desire.
I sat up on the sofa, and placed a hand on her stomach, gently running my fingers across her smooth skin. I felt her shudder at the sensation, and her breathing increased as I ran my hand across her stomach, to her panties, and began to tease her clit through the almost transparent material.
“Logan,” she said through a soft moan, “I said take them off. Not tease me.”
“Bossy little thing, aren’t you,” I groaned, moving closer. But I obliged, lifting the elastic from each thigh with a finger, and slowly pulling her panties down her thighs, blood roaring inside of me at the sight of her naked pussy, my cock stiffening to iron.
At the same time, she lifted the t-shirt over her head, throwing it to the floor.
“Okay, now you can tease me,” she groaned, voice low and demanding, coarse with desire. “With your mouth.”
“Yes ma’am,” I growled lowly.
I ran my hands over her naked body, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. She sank back on the large couch, allowing me to kiss her lower belly, and she squirmed again, in anticipation.
I kissed my way down her belly, along her inner thigh, teasing her. I reached up with my hands to cup her breasts, roughly squeezing them just enough to make her gasp.
She placed her hands on the back of my head, eager to feel my mouth on her pussy. I obliged, kissing her pussy lips gently at first, before reaching down with one hand to open them, allowing me to kiss her clit.
She gasped at the sensation, and I began to massage her with my tongue, moving it across her clit in circular motions. I felt her hands clutch again on the back of my head, pushing me harder onto her.
I eased a finger into her as I continued to drag my tongue across her pussy. She was so fucking wet, the intoxicating taste of her making my damn head spin as I growled into her.
I felt her start to shudder and stopped touching her. She’d asked me to tease her, after all.
I quickly stood, groaning with relief as I pulled my jeans and underwear off, my thick, achingly hard cock standing big and erect as I moved back towards Lia, opening her thighs with strong hands.
She twisted, turning away from me and leaning forward to rest her arms on the back of the couch. I stepped forward, easing my thick, swollen head against her tight, slick opening, and pushing in. She cried out as I drove in, pushing my cock into her wet pussy to the hilt. Both of us groaned, pleasure rippling through both of our bodies before I pulled back and then started to fuck her hard over the couch.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped. “Oh fuck, don’t stop until you’ve come,” she moaned, and I tried to slow myself, before losing all control and fucking her hard and fast, my abs slapping against her ass as I drove myself into her.
I lost all track of time, hell-bent on making my gorgeous little captive come for me—determined to feel her tight, heavenly pussy convulse and squeeze tight around me before I emptied myself into her. We moved faster and harder, both of us crying out as hands gripped each other’s bodies and skin rubbed slickly together with our sweat, until finally, we both went crashing into that wall.
The two of us exploded at the same time, moaning and gasping as the waves of pleasure overcame us, sexual tension lifting once again.
Well, for a short time at least.
Until we did it all over again.
Chapter Ten
Lia
The next few days after my dad had called were, well, complicated. I was still technically Logan’s “prisoner,” but it sure didn’t feel like that at all. It felt like I’d met someone, for the first time ever, who was truly genuine, who had a passion for something that was real and good.
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p; We spent almost every waking hour together, and I even persuaded him to take me out walking again, over to that glade. He was reluctant to do so, in case anyone saw us and started asking awkward questions, but we never saw another soul. We were completely alone out there in the forest, and it was perfect that way.
It was hard for me now to reconcile the gentle, thoughtful, and caring man that I’d come to know with the hard-eyed stranger who had kidnapped me only a few short days previously. I remembered how I’d thought he was a inbred redneck, or some sort of psycho killer, but as I watched him cut firewood outside the cabin, muscles bunching with the exertion, a grin on his face as he caught me watching, I didn’t know how I could’ve ever thought that about him.
It was strange what a few days and a whole bunch of hard truths can do to you, I guess.
Logan had sat me down with some of the huge collection of books he had about the wildlife in the region, the geology, the history of the place. He knew everything that there was to know, and then some. He’d basically decided to dedicate his life to these forests and mountains, and the people and wildlife that lived there, and he didn’t do anything by half-measures.
He taught me how delicate the ecological balance was in places like these, how even the tiniest changes could upset that balance and change things forever. The chemical dumping was a whole order of magnitude worse than a tiny change, however, hence the devastating effects on such a wide area.
My old life, in that huge mansion, with cocktail parties and dinners, even the non-profit that I worked for, seemed to pale into the background. It all seemed so fake, so insignificant. I’d been all over the world, but I’d only ever seen things at a superficial level. Logan showed me how to look deeper, to appreciate the world in all its myriad glory, from a tiny wildflower to a hulking moose.
In short, after just a few days with him, he’d completely changed my worldview, and I knew that I’d never be able to go back to the same life I’d been leading before he kidnapped me.
I even almost found myself wishing that my dad wouldn’t agree to stop the dumping and the rest of Logan’s demands, so that I wouldn’t have to leave. Because I knew that if I didn’t agree to go back with him, that he’d never agree to what Logan was asking of him. I knew to make things better, I was going to have to sacrifice my own happiness.
Because, against all odds and as insane as it sounded, I had really found happiness, out here in this old cabin. I didn’t want to give it up, to give Logan up, but I would. I had to, or these forests and the people who lived around them would never get the help that they so desperately needed.
The thought kept creeping into my head that maybe it was just about the sex—that being cooped up with him, and how he’d turned out not to be a completely irredeemable asshole, meant that I was reading too much into how I was feeling. Like it was some sort of Stockholm Syndrome.
But it was more than that, I knew it was. He was genuinely kind, smart, and funny. He really did care about this stuff, and there was no monetary reward in it for him, or anything like that. He just wanted to make things right, because what had happened to this place and its people was truly horrible.
I was still watching him cut the firewood, and I realized that if my dad did what I expected him to, and accepted Logan’s demands, that very soon I would be leaving, not knowing when or if I’d ever see him again.
I knew I needed to make the most of the time we had remaining together. I had to push the sadness away and embrace what I had right now.
With a half-smile on my face, I went to the front door of the cabin and slipped my borrowed t-shirt up over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and the cool evening breeze stiffened my nipples. A shiver, more of anticipation than cold, ran through my body.
“Hey,” I said softly. Logan stopped chopping and looked up, his eyes drawn to my naked skin. “I think we’ve got enough firewood for now, don’t you? I’m cold, and I need someone to warm me up.”
His face hardened, and he dropped the axe as came to me, his eyes hungry, his movements purposeful.
“I think I can help with that,” he groaned. “Give me five minutes to get a fire lit and I’ll brew some tea. That should warm you right up.” He brushed right past me and began to fill the kettle. I stood there, arms crossed and with a scowl on my face, before he burst out laughing, dropping the kettle and storming right for me. I gasped as he lifted me up in those big, powerful arms, kissing me deeply.
“Sorry, I just had to,” he chuckled, his laugh rumbling through me. “You looked so damn cute and sultry, standing there like that.”
“Yeah?” I breathed, pulling him into me, luxuriating in the sensation of his hard body against my naked flesh. “I like the sound of that. Keep talking.”
He brought his lips down to my neck—he knew that the soft skin there was my weak spot, the place that was guaranteed to turn me into Jello. I breathed deeply, filling my nose with his scent— wood and pine, and the sweat he’d built up swinging that axe around. It was intoxicating. The smell of a real man who’d done real work. Give me that any day over the most expensive colognes money could buy. It just couldn’t compare.
“If I’d known it was so much fun being locked up in a cabin with you, I would’ve kidnapped you years ago,” he groaned as he stripped off his shirt, muscles rippling.
“I wish you had,” I moaned, as he pressed his hand against the mound of my pussy, forcing me backward onto the couch. “I wish I could stay here with you forever.”
He stopped for a moment, looking down at me with eyes filled with clouded darkness. I’d broken the unspoken rule—we hadn’t talked about me having to leave as a condition of my dad helping. He looked like he wanted to say something, but I just pulled him down on top of me and crushed his lips with a kiss. I didn’t want to spoil the moment. We could worry about that stuff later. For now, I just wanted his hard body against mine... and inside it.
I reached down and fumbled around with his pants, until he obligingly helped me out and unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang free and I hungrily wrapped my fingers around him, shivering in delight at his masculine groan of pleasure as I stroked him. I slid down his body, sucking the pulsing head of him into my mouth, feeling him grow bigger and harder with excitement.
With my spare hand I slipped my jeans down and my panties to one side, rubbing my already-slick pussy and aching clit with trembling hands, eager for him to take me, to thrust his throbbing cock deep inside.
I couldn’t wait any longer, and turned over, getting onto my hands and knees and spreading my legs wide for him.
“Fuck me,” I hissed breathlessly. “Take me now.”
He slipped inside me with a groan of pleasure, and my whole body melted in delight as he filled me up with his hot, thick shaft, pushing as deep as he could go.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he gasped.
“You do it to me,” I groaned. “It’s all for you.”
He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, exerting his dominance as he fucked me from behind, hard and fast. Our flesh slapped together, our gasps and moans of pleasure filling the otherwise silent cabin.
He reached down with one hand and grabbed my breast, finding my nipple and tweaking it hard. It was exquisite pleasure with a twist of pain, and I cried out in ecstasy, begging him for more. His other hand found my clit, and he began to rub my slick, engorged nub as he fucked me.
It was all too much for me, and I felt my body stiffening as my breath caught in my throat.
“Logan!” I cried. “I’m gonna…” but it was too late. My climax crashed over me in an unstoppable wave, my body convulsing as cries of pleasure sounded from my lips. I felt him stiffen too, and then his cock pulsed and pumped as he came inside me, planting his cum so deep inside of me.
When we were finished, we lay sweaty and giggling together on the couch. I snuggled up to him, resisting the urge to fall asleep. I wanted to make every moment count.
“How did you come to be here?”
I asked. “Why do you live way out in the middle of nowhere by yourself? Doesn’t it get lonely?”
He was silent for a long moment, until I began to think that he’d fallen asleep or was deliberately ignoring my questions, but eventually he began to speak.
“I ended up in a bad place, after I finished school. Got into selling drugs, fights, all kinds of bad shit.” Logan spoke haltingly at first, as if this was something he rarely spoke about.
“I did a lot of shit that I’m not proud of, Lia. Stuff that haunts me to this day. I lost a lot of friends to drugs and crime, and one day I realized that if I kept going down that path, I was gonna end up the same way.”
“So, one day, I just left it all behind. This land the cabin is built on used to belong to my uncle—he owned a little logging business up here in the forest. I worked with him, for years. Just the two of us, mostly. He taught me the wonder of the natural world out here, and how important it is to respect it.” Logan shook his head. “He saved me, really.”
He was quiet for a few moments.
“When he died, he left this place to me, and I promised myself that I would stay out here and keep an eye on things. Carry on his legacy, that sort of thing. I never got lonely—there’s always something to do, something new to see. And of course, I got to know the other folks that live in the area.”
He sighed.
“And then all this stuff with the chemicals started happening, and here we are.”
“I had no idea,” I said, turning to face him. “I thought you were a country bumpkin, born and bred. Maybe there’s hope for a city slicker like me, too?”
He grinned and kissed me.
“If I can change, anyone can change,” he said quietly. “But you’ve gotta know…” he shook his head. “I’m damaged goods, Lia. I’m broken. The only thing keeping me going is fighting against your dad.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. I was still trying to absorb everything he’d said. He’d always seemed so grounded, so in control. I’d never have guessed his past was as checkered as all that.
