All characters are over eighteen. While all present-day sex is consensual, it will include flashbacks/references to nonconsensual sex in the past.
I have a story I want to tell: that of a loyal young woman who eventually finds that the man her husband forced her to have sex with proves to be more trustworthy than her own family. That is unrealistic in real life. If any of this offends you, please leave now.
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RECAP: Three months after their first meeting, Melody appeared on Logan's doorstep, pregnant and suffering from abuse by her husband and family. She is torn between her remaining loyalty to her family and her growing attraction to Logan.
"Mmm," Melody moaned. "That feels good..."
The chair she was in was comfortable enough, but what she was really referring to was Logan's hands. How he managed to give such relaxing shoulder massages, she didn't know.
She could hear Logan's amused grin and chuckle behind her. A breathy sigh escaped involuntarily when she felt Logan's lips on her neck, slowly working downwards. It appeared Logan had discovered her entire back was like a giant, sensitive pleasure button.
The massage was something solid and non-abstract, a distinct counterpoint to everything else she'd experienced. Melody had never been inside a millionaire's home before, and to call it overwhelming would be an understatement.
After lunch, Logan had decided to give her the full guided tour. The third floor was exclusively for bedrooms. Logan's master room and enough guest rooms to start a hospitality business. The second was a mixture of business and recreation. One half had multiple rooms that showed off exactly how much of a wealthy tech geek Logan was. Around the corner was a wide space devoted to official business, with an elongated table in front of a large business screen. The walls were pure white, and although various decorations like potted plants dotted the walls, it felt like a CEO's board meeting room.
It felt unreal that this could be her home now. After everything she'd been through, her brain resisted believing that everything was going to be okay.
When the massage was done, she felt incredibly relaxed. Not to mention a bit turned on. She still didn't have any clothes on, and feeling so much of Logan's skin against hers was doing something to her arousal.
Logan insisted that going without clothes would help them learn to feel more comfortable around each other. It seemed to be working, at least for him. He had a raging erection but was surprisingly good at restraining himself. Melody, however, was shy even with her clothes on.
On the other hand, she noticed that while she was with Logan, she missed Cody less powerfully. That had been like one continuous gut punch lasting for weeks. She'd longed for her husband nonstop, promising the universe she'd endure anything if only she could have her high school sweetheart back.
Then, just when she'd given up hope of ever feeling happy again, Logan's gentle caress of her belly entered her life, and the dark voice was quieted, at least for a while. Then he started affectionately nuzzling her deep-red hair. One hand remained on her stomach while another moved to palm her large breast.
"I love this hair," Logan mumbled. "Did you know that only two percent of the human race is lucky enough to have red hair and green eyes?"
Melody had learned that back in college. One of her friends studying genetics had pointed it out. But two percent odds were more common than most people thought. She wasn't above taking pride in her hair, though. Or the size of her tits.
High school had been frustrating because her face and her boobs were the only things that most people seemed to notice. Once she was in college and dating Cody, she was proud of her body and worked to keep it in shape for him. She felt that old sense of pride return as Logan, who was clearly interested in her for more than just her looks, drank in the sight of her from head to toe.
Their embrace didn't end; it naturally shifted. In a single motion, Logan pulled back while she rose and turned until his arms slipped around her. Then they kissed. Melody couldn't remember commanding her body to do any of those things, but it happened all the same.
Logan was definitely a good kisser. A great kisser, actually. She was nearly dizzy afterward.
The rest of the afternoon passed with more introductions and explanations followed by makeout sessions. Melody was sure it would take weeks to fully absorb everything.
"You ready for dinner?" he asked.
"Yeah," she answered, relieved it was time for a break.
Dinner was mostly breakfast items. Having just returned from a flight, Logan had been low on groceries even before her arrival.
"This is all amazing, Logan," Melody told him as they rested.
"Thanks," he said.
"I really can't imagine much more than this."
Logan cocked an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?"
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"You have got to be kidding me!"
Logan felt sheepish because she was absolutely right. They were in his glass-wall-enclosed pool and hot tub. Had it not been pitch black, she would've seen this was only the first stage. The water from this pool flowed out to form a fountain of pools outside. Indoors didn't really feel like indoors since the giant stone stepping stones and polished gravel from inside continued outdoors.
She fixed him with a look, and after several seconds he cracked and grinned widely.
"Yes, it's true, my dear. I'm afraid that I am filthy rich."
Logan knew he would never tire of hearing her laugh. He only hoped Melody would stay so he could hear it for many more years.
"Come on," he said, sitting by the pool's edge. "Feel it."
Melody sat beside him and lowered a leg into the water. "Oh, not bad."
"And it's salt water, so it's easier on the skin than chlorine."
She shook her head disbelievingly. "Now you're just showing off."
"Guilty as charged," Logan smirked. "So, darling, would you care for a moonlight-less swim?"
He hadn't really expected her to say yes, but she appeared to be seriously considering it.
"I haven't been swimming in years."
Before he could assure her that didn't matter, she was already lowering herself. Her arm slipped at the last moment, so she fell slightly and dunked her head. Grinning, Logan followed her.
Melody wasn't as good at swimming as he was, so it took a while before she was doing anything other than treading water. She tired pretty quickly, and before long, she was resting in his arms as they drifted lazily toward the side.
"This is amazing, Logan," she said.
