Curiosity Broke Kat - Chapter 4: Challenge Accepted
I wake the next morning still shackled to the bed in Logan's spare room. The curtains are thrown open, making me hiss like a gremlin as I squeeze my eyes shut. When I finally manage to peel one open, it's just in time to see a maid giggle as she leaves the room.
"Hey, come back, I need to pee!" I call out groggily, trying to sit up. I rub my eyes with my free hand, noting how swollen they are from my free-for-all breakdown the night before. Twisting to one side, I try to inspect my bum, the stinging ache across both cheeks alerting me to some potential damage in that region.
"How do you feel?" a deep, sultry voice asks from the open door of the room. I whip my head around, slightly embarrassed I was caught trying to inspect myself. Logan stands there, leaning against the door, a hand against his stubbled mouth to cover his yawn. A well-defined stomach pulls taut as he stretches his arms up, making him seem even bigger than he did before.
"Fine," I lie, gaze travelling south to the light-grey joggers he's wearing...and the slight bulge just beneath. I avert my eyes, a blush creeping up my cheeks. "I need to pee," I repeat, clearing my throat.
Logan lets out a deep chuckle, then pads bare-footed across the room to sit down on the bed beside me. Reaching into his trouser pocket, he removes a small key and proceeds to unlock my shackle, taking my wrist to inspect for any damage. That easy smile falls into a frown the moment he notices both wrists and ankles are bruised from the day before. I pull my hands free from his and stand, heading for the ensuite bathroom door.
Inside, I quickly turn to lock myself in, only to realise the lock has been removed entirely, leaving a hole in the door where it should have been. "Seriously?" I mumble.
Again, Logan chuckles just outside. "Sorry, little thief. You can't be trusted yet."
"Trusted with what?" I ask, incredulous. "You worried I'm going to make off with your sink out the bathroom window?" The window...I turn, hope fluttering like a caged bird in my chest as I tie-toe over to the long, double-pane glass and try the lock. It doesn't budge. Upon closer inspection, I see it's locked, the upstairs windows less dated and more secure than those downstairs. "Fuck."
"Something wrong?" he asks, and I can actually hear the smirk behind his tone.
I glance around the marble tiled bathroom, the double sinks and stand-alone tub, then to the long walk-in shower. Ignoring Logan, I go to the toilet, finally relieving myself, then head for the shower, grabbing a towel from a light oak shelf and hanging it over the glass in case the creep decides to take a peek. Stepping under the warm water, I hiss when it hits my raw backside, then turn once again and try to inspect the damage. Long, black and blue welts mar my once white skin, the area slightly raised and broken in places. I rub a hand gently over the marks, wincing.
"Those will take at least a few days to heal, possibly a week or so," Logan says, his voice so close it makes me jump.
I look up to see him standing in the now open door of the bathroom, his eyes dark and slightly hooded, his breathing uneven. "You hurt me yesterday," I say. Turning I keep my back to him as I take some shower gel and spread it in my hands, then proceed to rub it over my shoulders, tits and then down to my ass. My fingers twitch then pull away the moment skin meets bruised skin, and I mutter a curse.
Logans sighs. "It won't be the last time, Katherine." I glance over my shoulder to where he's moved over to the sink, his new position giving him a full view of my body. "You're hard-headed, stubborn, impossible--"
"Well jeez, Logan. Easy with the compliments," I mutter.
He smiles. Pushing down his trousers, he steps out of them, then leans back against the sink once again, gloriously naked. "And you're sassy as fuck," he says, finishing his sentence.
I won't lie. His cock is gorgeous. Uncut, already semi-hard, it dangles between his legs. Resisting the urge to lick my lips, I harumph, then squirt more gel in my hand and decide a little revenge is in order. Rubbing the liquid in my hands, I wait until it's nice and sudsy, then drop my hand between my legs, allowing my fingers to spread my pussy lips as he watches.
Logan's hands grip the marble counter, his breaths falling heavy. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you, little Kat."
"You can try," I counter. Two fingers dip inside my already slick cunt, a darker part of me hoping Logan snaps, hoping he storms over here and takes me on the porcelain shower floor. I was left hot, broken and bothered last night, unable to satiate my needs. He lit the fire when he dominated me in front of his men, now he can damn well tend to the flames.
Logan pushes off the sink and stalks across the bathroom towards me. I only have about 2.5 seconds to whisper, "Oh fuck," before his hand is wrapped around my throat, my back pushed against the shower wall as his mouth crushes against mine.
"Challenge accepted," he growls in my ear, then spins me so my breasts are pushed against the wall, the metal bars in my nipples scraping lightly against the tile as his hands explore the curves of my body. "Fuck you're so beautiful." His rough palms brush down my back, then softly over my ass, making me buck under his grip. He chuckles. "You're especially beautiful with my marks on your body."
"You like beating women?" I hiss, tension coiling like a snake in my body. "You like making them cry?"
Logan's hand grips the back of my neck, forcing my face towards his. "Only women who need it as much as I do, women like you, Kat." As his chest crushes against my back, keeping me pinned, his other hand goes between my legs, rubbing along my slit. "Your pussy betrays you, it tells me exactly how you like it."