I must thank my many Lit friends that helped me as I created and proofed this story.
I suggest that you read Committed before reading this story or you will miss valuable insight. The story builds slowly, but I've been assured that it more than makes up for it later. :)
Happy reading....
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Adena saw very little of Logan after their morning together. He came down twice more to take her to the restroom, both times requiring that she wear the cuffs and ball gag. Logan also brought down a basket of drinks and snacks for her, saying he had many things to do to prepare for their next date. He didn't want her to be hungry or thirsty if he got busy and forgot to come check on her.
"I love you, my Adena. My Angel. And I know you love me, too. Even if those others from the bar poisoned you against me. I'm going to help you to remember that you love me."
He had pulled her to him then, kissing her deeply and allowing his hand to roam over her body. She had done nothing. She didn't return the kiss. She didn't pull from his embrace.
Once he was gone, leaving the basket for her, she slumped on the floor. The padding in the room made it almost silent. She thought back to Calypso's Tavern, where she worked as a singer. Where Logan had started out as a nice guy that was a fan and had become an obsessed stalker. Logan was convinced that it was her friends from the bar that had turned her against him. In reality, she had only ever seen him as a fan. Nothing more. When he began to get more possessive of her time and attention, she had searched for ways to avoid him. Now, she was in his basement, in a padded room. Adena shuddered as she thought about how much time and planning must have gone into her capture.
'He's sick,' she thought with disgust. 'And he loves me. Just my luck. A cute guy likes me, and he ends up being a fucking lunatic stalker kidnapper fuck.' She closed her eyes and slept.
When she awoke again, Logan was standing there, grinning at her.
"You are so beautiful when you sleep, my Angel. Come. Up you go. We have a busy day ahead of us. First, your morning trip to the restroom."
"Please. No gag this time. I won't scream out. I promise. My mouth hurts from yesterday."
Logan moved forward and inspected her face. He noticed the red marks where the ring gag had been. His heart broke as he realized he had hurt his love.
"Ok. No gag. But you must still use the cuffs. Now, hold out your arms."
Adena's heart raced. No gag. That meant she might be able to yell for help before he got her to the bathroom.
She smiled up at him. She had to make him believe that she was trustworthy.
All went as planned, Adena going up quietly. She used the restroom and showered, then put on the sheer white gown he had left for her. There were matching white lace panties.
She grimaced, but put on the clothes and awaited his return. When he came back, she leaned in to him giving him a small kiss on the cheek.
"You are so good to me," she said, a flirtatious tone in her voice.
Logan flushed at her open attention, thankful for it. She was finally coming around.
Adena held out her hands, but Logan shook his head no.
"We can just walk out together, my Angel."
Adena was so excited, she could barely contain herself. This was going to be her chance.
One they were out of the restroom, Adena made her break. She had watched closely each time she had been brought up from the basement. There was one hallway on the main floor. Surely it had to lead out. Pushing away from him, she rushed down the stairs and reached the bottom before he could catch up to her. Making a quick decision, Adena ran to the right and headed for what she hoped was the front door. Logan was hot on her heels by now and she knew it would be tight to make it. Her hand reached the door just as he reached her.
Yanking her back by her auburn hair, Adena never got the door open.
"My Angel. You shouldn't have done that. You picked the hard way once more."
Adena felt a sharp pain in her arm and looked down to see a needle being inserted.
"No! Please, wait..." but she never finished the sentence.
Adena awoke to the smell of smoke. No, not smoke. Candles. She blinked, trying to see better. Staring up at the ceiling, she realized that pictures of her face were smiling back at her. Panic flooded her mind as the fog cleared and she realized she was tied down on some kind of wooden 'X.' She was naked and felt so exposed and vulnerable. Her arms and legs were bound tightly on the St. Andrew's Cross. The fact that the ring gag was back in place didn't help matters.
Raising her head slightly, Adena saw more pictures of herself. In some she was performing, in others she was visiting with fans and friends. A few were more soulful, obviously taken in a quiet moment. Looking as far as she could to the left and then the right, she was overwhelmed. Candles were lit everywhere. She could tell that some had been lit for a while. She wondered how long she had been out.
"Hello, Angel," came Logan's voice. He had been out of her line of vision, but now stepped into view. He was naked and obviously excited.
"I had not intended our wedding day to be this way, my Angel. But, your stunt this morning changed things. I can't risk you trying to get away again. You looked so beautiful as the blushing bride in the white gown." He studied her body and his eyes took on a lustful gaze. "But, you look quite beautiful like this, too."
Logan brought a camera up and snapped a picture.
"For the photo album," he said with a smile. He took several more, moving around her, taking time to snap many angles.
Adena looked away and wished she was anywhere else.
'Wedding day,' kept running through her mind and she wanted to scream. She felt herself moving and looked up and then felt sick. Logan had spun the large cross she was strapped to and stopped her in front of the alter. There, above a large wooden podium, was a picture of her. It was almost life size. There were small crosses on the podium next to an ornate pewter box. Candles flanked the alter, as well as a several framed pictures of the two of them together. She didn't recognize the photos and knew they had never posed for them. He must have spent many hours photo shopping them.
Wedding day....wedding day...wedding day... the words wouldn't leave her mind. Logan planned for them to wed, in this fucking, freaky room.
"You like the music I selected for us as we exchange vows?" he asked. Adena hadn't even noticed. But, yes, in the background, her songs were playing softly.
Tears started down her face and she shook her head no.
'God, please no,' she thought, begging for any higher power to help her now. Logan smiled at her and moved the cross so that she was tilted upwards allowing her to see things better.
"I'm going to start our ceremony now, my Angel. You'll see. It will all be perfect. Soon we can consummate our love. It may hurt, my pure Angel, but I'll go slowly. I'll make sure that you enjoy it. And, I have a surprise for you."
He went to the small pewter box and reverently lifted the lid. Adena could see that it was lined in red velvet. Logan dipped his hand in and came out with a small white piece of cloth. He brought it to his face, inhaling the scent deeply, then turning to her.
"This, my love, my soon to be lover, is your purity cloth. I'll use it to clean you up after our first time. Once you are no longer a virgin. The cloth will remain here, in this special symbol of our love and unity. It will show that you have always belonged only to me."
Adena's heart began to race.
Purity cloth? What the fuck was a purity cloth? And why the hell would he clean...Blood. He was expecting blood. Oh, damn. Son of a bitch, fuck, shit, damn. She hadn't been a virgin in years. That time had come and gone long ago. He was going to go ape shit when he found out she wasn't a virgin.
Pulling on the straps holding her in place only caused her pain. Adena began twisting violently, thrashing on the wooden 'X' holding her in place. She had to get out of there.
"Soon, my Angel, soon," Logan said, smiling at her, glad she was eager for the ceremony.
Folding the delicate, lacy white cloth, he placed it on top of the box and then looked at Adena.
"Perhaps I can have just one more pleasure with you as my lover, before you are my wife. You seem eager for out marriage, but maybe you won't mind if I delay for just a moment." He smiled and walked between her legs, moving the cross so that her head was angled down slightly and her legs went up.
"You are so beautiful, my Lover."
Then he bent down to her, inhaling the aroma of her lips. He ran a single finger along the trimmed hair that covered part of her pussy. She struggled to get away, to move from his touch, but she was helpless. Using his tongue, he trailed along the inside of her thigh, where her leg and pussy met. He licked her all the way up and out to her hip. Then he repeated the action on the other side.
Adena trembled. It felt so good, but she didn't want it. Not from him. Not in this room. And not tied and gagged and about to be pronounced Mrs. Crazyassed Motherfucker.
Placing his hands on her thighs so that she had very little room to move, Logan dove into her slit like a man dying of thirst that had found his oasis. His tongue plunged deep into her, making her squirm more. Flicking his tongue back and forth inside her, he tasted her fluids as they began to flow.
Pulling his tongue back out, he began nibbling up and down between her lips, sucking her clit into his mouth. She shuddered and tried to close her legs to him. But, between being tied up and his hands, she was going no where.
