Redeeming Logan

Chapter Twenty- Four

Taliah

T his man will be the death of me, but one thing is for certain, I will thank him while he’s tearing me to pieces. Logan trails the knife to my other thigh, nicking my skin in various places. The warm blood mixing with the wetness started to pool between my thighs. The pleasure intensifies as my skin grows hot. He doesn’t say a word as he cuts me open, spilling my blood for his own pleasure. Logan catches my gaze before he reaches for my calf, grips it with his rough hand, and plunges the knife deep into the muscle. A pained scream rushes up my throat, and tears prick my eyes. He drags the knife out slowly, placing it between my legs, entranced by the blood oozing out of me. The pain slowly ebbs into a lust filled throb that travels slowly towards my pussy. I try to wiggle my legs together to alleviate the need, but the straps attached to my ankles give no leeway. Logan’s gaze travels from the wound until it locks on my pussy .

“Look at that needy little pussy.” He whispers as he trails his finger down my lips, gathering the wetness there. Holding his glistening finger up towards the light to admire my arousal before he thrusts it into his mouth, sucking it off with an obnoxious pop. Picking up the knife, he runs the sharp blade through my lips, mixing my blood with my juices. “This pussy is mine. ” He pricks my left lip with the tip of the knife, and the pain shoots through my core, making me and my pussy weep. A tear trailing down my cheek as more liquid seeped out of my cunt. “God damnit Taliah, watching you and your pussy weep for me is enough to send me to an early grave.” Logan growls as he tosses the bloody knife onto the tray next to me and picks up the small pen attached to the device on it. He fiddles with the controls until a high pitched whine sounds through the room.

Logan doesn’t say a word as he brings the pen to my pelvis, right above the top of my pussy. The malicious glint in his eyes makes my breath come faster. My heart feels like it’s going to burst through my chest as he brings the pen to my skin. At first I don’t feel anything and I start to relax, and then the searing heat begins. Logan trails the pen down and to the left, creating an L. The skin is red, burned, and inflamed, causing a whimper to leave my lips. He goes over the L again, making me grunt in pain. I close my eyes and lean my head back against the headrest, settling in for the rest of this torture until he’s done. After the third pass, it goes silent in the room again, then his hand is around my neck, cutting off my air supply. Eyes shooting open, colliding with his, “Open your fucking eyes, and take your punishment like a good girl.” He growls, releasing my neck from his hold. I nod my head and take a few deep breaths, steeling myself for the onslaught.

I watch as he agonizingly and painstakingly makes his artwork perfect. As soon as he’s done, he sets the pen back onto the tray and switches off the machine. Angry red burns stare up at me in the form of Logan’s name. The edges cracked and blistered from going over it so many times. My pelvis throbs with a low, dull pain, making my clit throb for a release. Logan admires his work, making me squirm with need. He’s staring at me like I’m his new prized possession.

As soon as our eyes collide, it’s game over. His hands are gripping my face as his lips slam against mine. The kiss is violent and filled with possession. I meet his desire with my own, pulling at the restraints, trying to get closer to him. He fumbles with the leather wrapped around my wrists until they are finally free, and I waste no time tangling my fingers in his hair. Holding him closer as his tongue ravishes my mouth. He breaks away long enough to undo the restraints on my ankles. “Fuck, you are exquisite. My perfect Little Monster, I’ve been looking for you for what feels like forever. Now that I have you, I will never let you go.” He says as he pulls me up from the chair, turning me around, and pushing me face down into the seat. The blood and my arousal mixing with the tears on my face.

Logan grabs the back of my head, wrapping his fingers in my hair, and smears my face into the mess on the leather. “Taste yourself, Taliah. Taste how decadent you are.” My tongue peeks out from between my swollen lips, lapping up the blood and juices from the leather. The coppery, sweet taste coats my tongue, causing a moan to creep out of me. Logan kicks my legs apart, and the jingle of his belt and zipper rings through the air. Before my next breath can escape my lungs, he has me impaled with his hard cock, setting a ruthless pace. His grip on the back of my neck tightens as he brutally takes me from behind. His cock hitting my cervix has a pleasurable pain coursing through me. Leaning up on my tiptoes, the change in angle has his cock rubbing up against a spot inside of me that has stars coasting along my vision. Logan’s movements start to stutter, “Come with me, Taliah. I want to feel your pussy pulse around me, milking me for everything that I have.", Those words set me off like a rocket. My vision blurs as my orgasm takes over, liquid dripping out of me and splashing to the floor below us. Our moans a beautiful symphony in this room of horrors.

“Does this mean you’re keeping me then?” I manage to say after I’ve caught my breath. The chuckle that leaves him makes my stomach drop and my muscles tighten. I lean up from the chair, intending to push him away, but he hugs me to him, cementing us in place with his cock still twitching inside of me. He leans down to my ear, “How many times do I need to tell you that you’re mine, Little Monster? The only way you’re getting away from me now is through death.”