Adena stood at the door, deciding whether to knock. It seemed impossible that she was back here, at this house, on the outside of the door, this time wanting in.
She stood there, trembling, remembering, unable to move. The memories flooded over her and she thought she might collapse under the weight of them.
The morning after their 'marriage' had been strange. She woke up to find herself in a beautiful room. Their room....
The first things she noticed were her nakedness and the soft bed and the wonderful down comforter covering her. She was surrounded by lots of natural fabrics, all very soft and inviting. She sat up and was surprised that Logan didn't have her strapped to the bed or bound in some way. And, thankfully, she had no gag in place.
As she moved, her ass felt sore and she remembered the attack that it had been under. How long ago had that been? Hours? A day? She had no concept of time.
Moving out of the bed as quietly as she could, she went to the window. It was nailed shut, but she could at least look out. The view was pretty -- it looked out onto a wooded area. She could see no signs of houses anywhere near her. Moving to the other side of the room, she looked out the other window. Nothing. It was nailed shut, too, but had a covering on the outside, so she had no idea what lie beyond her small world.
Next she tried the door. It was locked, of course. There was another door and she opened it to discover a closet with several different outfits. All were very feminine and flowing and had a sexy innocence to them.
The final door she opened led to a small bathroom. At least now she could shower and use the restroom without waiting for him. She looked at the stall, wishing it was a tub. A bath to soak in after her assault sounded heavenly. Still, she quickly started the water and then selected a sundress to wear. In the shower, the water was turned up as hot as she could stand it, wanting to ease her sore body and wash away the fluids and memories from her last encounter with Logan.
"Good morning my Angel, my wife."
Adena jumped. When had he opened the door?
"I have breakfast ready for us. Enjoy your shower and I'll be waiting for you."
Then he was gone, the door closing softly, but loud enough that she at least heard the movement.
Taking her time, she finally could put off seeing him again no longer. She toweled off and then wrapped her auburn locks in the towel. She slipped on the sundress and wished for underwear. He had not supplied any. Or, she had yet to find them. Either way, she felt much too exposed as she opened the door and stepped back into the bedroom.
What struck her as odd was how relaxed and calm he was. Wearing only pajama bottoms, he was sitting on the bed, leaned back against some pillows. Had she not hated him so much, he would have looked damn sexy with that nice chest and cute dimple as he smiled at her. And his eyes -- they always looked at her as if she were the most important and amazing person in the world.
Adena looked away. She didn't want to find anything about this ok or normal. And most of all, she didn't want to find anything about him that she liked.
"Come join me, Adena my Angel. We have a good breakfast. Fruit and toast and eggs and sausage. I made it all just for you."
It did smell wonderful. She went and sat on the far end of the bed, away from him, and reached across to take her plate.
Logan noticed, but said nothing. His smile faded for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.
They ate in silence, Adena contemplating where he could have hidden the key to the room and Logan deciding how best to bring up the little bag that he had brought with him.
Adena finished her meal and looked around. Standing up, she began to casually pace the room and saw the bag. Perhaps it had the key. She walked towards it.
"Oh, good, you see that I brought something for you."
Logan's voice made her stop moving. If he wanted her to have it, then she didn't want it. But, perhaps it was a trick to keep her away from it. She continued to the bag. When she unzipped it, however, she saw more than she wanted. Quickly closing it, she dropped it back to the floor.
"Hey, be careful with that," Logan laughed, as he watched her expression. "I wasn't sure what you would like, so I got a pretty big selection. Go ahead and open it up. Look through there. You'll be using what you want from it soon."
Adena glared at him, but picked up the bag again. Looking through it, she found two different kinds of nipple clamps, a hand-held rabbit clit stimulator, two different sizes of dildos and several types of lotions and lubes. There was another kind of clit stimulator that was supposed to create a vacuum around her clit and massage it, feeling like oral stimulation.
She carefully sat the bag down on the bed, thankful at least for no gags or cuffs or anything that looked like it would inflict pain on her. She also noted that she saw nothing that would hold the key to the door.
"See anything you like in there? Do you know what some of it is? I'm not sure, now, my Angel, just how pure you are. Have you used things like those before?"
Adena glared at him again, saying nothing. In reality, most of what he had in the bag was pretty tame and she had used those items, or things like them, for years. Still she felt no need to share that with him.
Very casually, Logan stood and moved the breakfast dishes from the bed and put everything back in the basket that he had brought it up in. Then he sat on the bed next to Adena and pulled the bag so that it rested between them.
"I enjoy pleasing you and pleasuring you, but I have a fantasy. I want to watch you pleasure yourself. I have these things so that you can pick what you want to do that. Will you do that for me? Please?"
His eyes searched hers, and Adena felt anger rising up in her body. All she wanted was out. She turned away from him for a moment. Then an idea began to formulate. She turned back to him and smiled.
"Would you show me first? For me? Would you..." she paused, hoping she looked embarrassed. "Would you pleasure yourself for me first?"
Logan's dick twitched at the idea. She wanted to watch him stroke for her. This was better than he could hope for.
"We can do it at the same time. I'll walk you through it. We can talk to one another. It will make it better." He smiled at her. "Pick what you want to use and then we can begin."
'Fuck,' she thought, trying to keep an interested smile on her face. She had hoped to have him busy enjoying himself so that she could find the key. If he had it on him, maybe she could catch him off guard.
"Maybe you could pick something for me," she said, looking up at him and forcing another smile.
Logan felt his heart race. She was going to do it. Without him having to ask her several times or train her.
"These are a favorite," he said, pulling out a pair of nipple clamps with a chain that connected them. "Let me help you."
He indicated that she take the sundress off and she fought back the urge to scream as she lifted her arms and he slipped the dress over her head.
