Redeeming Logan

Chapter Sixteen

Taliah

I can’t help but lean into what Logan is asking of me. My thighs are drenched with my wetness, and my nipples are tingling with need. He runs the knife down the girl's stomach, splitting her open just enough to bleed her like a stuck pig. The moan that lets out of me as she screams for dear life makes Logan nearly drop the knife to the floor. I’m shaking in my restraints, my body buzzing with how turned on I am.

Logan comes towards me with the knife, and it makes my breath hitch. The blade dripping with blood as he runs it down my cheek, tapping my lower lip as he goes. My tongue peeks out and swipes the blood off the blade. The metallic taste makes the saliva pool in my mouth. Eyes rolling back in my head at the taste of the dying girl on my tongue. He reaches down and slices through the rope holding me hostage and tugs me up from the chair. Holding me in front of him, he leans down, and I can feel his warm breath in my ear.

“Oh little lamb, your darkness has come out to play with me, hasn’t it?” I nod my head as I sink back into his hold, relishing the feel of his body against mine. Feeling drunk from pleasure with the scent of the girl bleeding out in the air and her weak pleas tumbling from her lips. “I want you to take this knife, walk over to her, and show me that you’re ready to play.” He tucks the knife inside of my palm and gently pushes me forward. My feet move on their own accord as I make my way to the girl.

Her breathing is shallow, and her eyes are glassy from the blood lost. She rolls her head towards me and whimpers as she sees the knife in my hand. “No, please don’t.” Tilting my head, I consider her words. “You’re not like him. You can’t be a monster too.” As she begs, the pulse between my legs gets stronger, and it makes me swipe them together. Leaning over her, I take the knife to her other nipple, swiping it clean off her chest. It bounces from her body and goes rolling across the bloody floor before stopping at Logan’s feet. He claps his hands with approval as I admire the blood pouring from her breast. Reaching down, I place the knife between the girl's pussy lips and look up at her.

“Do you really think that I’m a monster?” I ask in a soft voice, peeking up at her through my lashes. She nods her head weakly as it lulls to the side and her breaths come out uneven. I swipe the knife up through her pussy, feeling the warm blood spray over me, soaking my sweater. Her body shakes as she takes her last breath; it rattles up through her lungs before her body goes still in the chair. The only sound in the room is my breathing and the droplets of blood hitting the floor. The click clack of Logan’s shoes sounds like a percussion band as he makes his way behind me. Grabbing me around my waist, his other hand going around my throat as he holds me tight against him.

“You’re not a little lamb after all, are you Taliah?” I shake my head in his grasp, him leaning down to run his tongue along the side of my face, lapping up the blood that was there. “You’re my little monster. The darkness has taken over, and it looks so fucking good on you. You’ve been so good for me, and good little monsters get rewards.” He lets me go and walks over to the medical chair, flinging the dead girl's legs wide open so there's an open space between them. He reaches over the chair and grabs my hands, helping me up into the space. Logan pushes down on my chest so my head is laying right up against her still warm and bloody pussy. Hair getting soaked in the blood that still pours from there. Logan makes his way over to the end of the chair and flings my legs over his shoulders.

Peering down at him, I watch as he takes the knife and cuts away my small shorts, leaving me bare before him. I reach down to cover myself, nervous that he’s seeing me like this. He grabs my hands and flings them away. “Don’t you ever cover up what’s mine or I will cut your hands from your body. Do you understand?” I nod my head frantically because I believe that he would in fact cut my hands from my body. Logan leans down, and his tongue touches me where no one else's has. The feeling is electrifying as pleasure bolts through my body.

Logan's thumbs spread my pussy lips for better access as he dives in like a starved man. Lapping up every drop of wetness that seeped out of me. His tongue laps at my clit making me moan as my thighs tremble around his head. The sensation of his finger slowly penetrating me makes me whimper. He pokes around before he stops and looks up at me, making me groan in frustration. “Fuck, you really are a virgin? I’ll let you keep your innocence today, but the next time I have you spread out for me like a buffet, I will take what is mine .” He growls the last word and then dives back in. His lips suctioning onto my clit, his tongue flicking it furiously. The sounds that are coming out of me are incoherent at this point. I reach down and thread my fingers through Logan’s hair, holding him against me as my hips move on their own accord. His tongue swipes my clit one last time, and I shatter underneath him.

Panting like I just ran a marathon, my vision going blurry around the edges. Trying to catch my breath after Logan flung me into a whole other dimension. I look up at him and his face is not reflecting what I thought it would. He’s closed off and his eyes are cold. I slowly get to my feet, legs still shaking from the onslaught of his tongue. He just stands there and stares at me almost like he can’t believe he just did that. Walking towards the door of the room, he flings it open and gestures for me to follow him. I tug at my sweater, pulling it down to cover me the best that I can. Logan walks me quickly down the hall to my room, unlocking the door and flinging it open for me. I step inside and turn around to look at him. He doesn’t even look back before he shuts the door in my face, not even saying a word.