Redeeming Logan

Chapter Thirteen

Logan

T his girl is testing my patience. I told her there were cameras everywhere in her room when I brought her here. But yet there she is, naked on my monitors, playing with her little pussy. Her head is thrown back against the shower wall, wet hair plastered to her face, as moans cascade from her lips. Hand gripping onto the slippery tile wall, trying to keep her upright as her other hand is between her legs, playing with that little bundle of nerves that resides there. I can see her thighs quivering and her chest rising up and down rapidly with every breath she takes.

My teeth grind together with my anger, slamming my fist down on my desk, making the pens rattle in the cup in the corner. I watch as she pleasures herself in front of me. Having no idea that I am watching her naughty little self. Maybe she’s doing this to taunt me? Her movements speed up and become stuttering as she gets closer to her climax. My cock hardens in my slacks, pressing against the zipper hard enough that it will leave an indent. Blood rushing from my head to my dick makes me woozy as I watch Taliah nearly fall to her knees when she comes.

I shoot up from my desk, the chair falling to the floor with a clatter and the monitors rattling on the desk. I lean down close to the monitors, watching Taliah compose herself again before she goes about her normal shower routine. The way she looked as she came makes me curious to know if she's ever come before in her life. That reaction was a little over the top for someone who’s actually masturbated before. She nearly fainted in that shower. Shutting off the monitors, I step back and walk towards the door.

Taking my time as I make my way to Taliah’s room down the hall, sneaking in and shutting the door quietly behind me. I hear the shower shut off and her light movements as she towels off. I settle at the foot of her bed, ready to confront her. My hands are shaking with the anger that is still coursing through my body. Forcing my temper to calm before she walks out of the bathroom, but I can’t seem to get it under control, my body vibrating with a need that I’ve never actually felt before. I’ve been turned on and horny before, obviously, but this is so much different. My cock is so hard that I’m getting lightheaded, and my vision is starting to blur around the edges. What is this girl doing to me?

The bathroom door opens, and a towel-clad goddess walks out of the room with a cloud of steam behind her. She takes a few steps and then stops dead in her tracks when she notices me sitting there. A scream leaves her mouth, and her hand flies up to her chest. I don’t give her time to get her bearings before I stride across the room, grab her by the throat, and slam her up against the wall behind her. Her head ricocheting off the wall with the impact and a gasp leaving her lips. She looks up at me with a dazed expression, like she’s trying to figure out how she got here. I wait for the moment she registers what's happening before I tighten my hold on her neck more, cutting off her air.

Pressing my body up against hers, I can feel her hard nipples poking through the towel. She struggles to breathe in my hold, and her hands reach up to claw at the hand around her neck. The panic on her face makes me growl with pleasure. I let her struggle until her hands started to go limp, then I let go of her throat enough for her to get some air in. Still holding her against the wall behind her with my hand and body. I grip her waist tight in my other hand so she doesn’t slip from my grip. Leaning down to her neck, I inhale the scent of her freshly washed skin—the smell of a juicy peach wafting into my nostrils, making me groan.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, Taliah. Did you forget that I have cameras in this entire room? That includes the bathroom.” I growl into her ear, making goosebumps erupt from her skin and her body tremble in my hold. “Looks like your shower was rather... extraneous, wasn’t it?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Logan. I was just showering, I swear!” She stutters her words out as she tries to cover up her shame. A rosy blush was creeping from her cheeks down to her chest.

“I’d like to believe you, Taliah, but I watched as you played with your pretty pussy in there. I watched as you came so hard you almost blacked out. Your thighs trembling, barely holding you up against the shower wall. The pretty little moans you were letting out made me so hard I couldn’t handle it anymore. Do you know how it feels to be so turned on that it hurts? I suppose you don’t; that was the first time you’ve ever come, right?” She looks into my eyes and the fear swimming in them makes a shiver run down my spine and my fingers twitch on her neck. Taliah shakes her head, answering my question, but I don’t want her movements, “Use your fucking words, Taliah. Look me in the eye and tell me all about your naughty little escapade.”

I watch as she gulps hard, pupils dilating and her nipples so hard they could cut glass beneath the towel wrapped around her. She rubs her thighs together and it makes me chuckle darkly with her blatant display of desire. “I-um, I guess I was a naughty girl, Logan, but I-I’m sorry? I don’t know what else you want me to say?” Taliah mumbles looking away out the window across the room, fixated on the swaying trees outside. I grab her face with the hand on her waist, forcing her to look at me, my other hand tightening its hold on her neck as a warning, my hips smashing into hers. I know she can feel my cock, hard against her stomach through the cotton towel she wears.

“Fucking tell me, Taliah, I want to hear you tell me exactly how you were playing with that pretty pussy. The pussy that isn’t yours to play with anymore. That pussy is mine . The day you walked through those doors is the day that it became mine. ” Growling into her face as I reach down with the hand holding her face to grab her cunt through the towel. I can feel extra dampness there that isn’t from the shower. “What do we have here, pretty girl?” I grind the heel of my palm into her clit beneath the towel, and she lets out a soft moan from the touch. I continue giving her what she wants as I say, “Why don’t you be a good girl for me and tell me what I want to hear, Little Lamb?”

“Okay, okay, Logan! I touched my, my p-pussy in the shower. I was so wet, and I’ve never felt like that before. I-I’m sorry, Logan, I won’t do it again, I swear, just please don’t stop!” She pushes her hips against my palm, trying to reach her climax. “Please, Logan, make me feel good.” She moans, looking up at me under her lashes as she grinds harder against my palm.

I seriously consider letting her come; I really do. Watching as she grinds against the heel of my hand, shamelessly moaning and pleading for me to let her come. Letting out a chuckle, I pull my hand away and take a few steps back from her. The look on her face is priceless as she sags against the wall. “You don’t get to come unless I tell you to. If I see you touch my pussy again, you will be punished.” I don’t spare her another glance as I turn around and walk out of her room. I slam the door behind me as I leave and lean up against the wall beside it. Slamming my head into the wall behind me making my brain rattle in my skull and my vision blur. The pain grounds me as I take a few deep breaths, straighten my shirt sleeves, and walk back down the hall.