Georgia needed him, and she’d signed a contract. She didn’t know it yet, but he’d scrawled his name on the line above hers before walking in here. She was his by right of contract, and that meant he owed her. She could be quite fragile at times, and he just couldn’t break her again.
She wanted to learn D/s? He would concentrate on that and not what had happened to him here. Surely he could do that. Nate’s office was the biggest in the building and had its own bathroom, complete with a shower. Bliss County was a small organization with few people on staff. They often worked overnights. Logan himself had slept on the cots in the two cells outside many times before…yeah, he was going there again.
“Knees, Georgia. I don’t doubt that you understand what I mean by that.” She seemed to have been studying up on the subject.
And apparently, practicing. She fell to her knees before him with the grace of long practice. Her golden head dipped forward, eyes on the floor in front of her. She placed her hands on her thighs, palms up, and spread her knees wide. He didn’t have to correct an inch of her form. When Georgia decided to do something, she went all out. He’d learned that she might be lackadaisical in most parts of her life, but when she decided something was important, she was all in.
“Natalie?” He suspected her sister-in-law had been the one to show her the ropes.
“And Kitten, but only for a few days before I left for New York.” Georgia kept her head down as she replied.
“Eyes up.” He was satisfied that she obeyed immediately and that going into submissive mode didn’t take the light out of her eyes. He’d found some subs simply enjoyed giving up control, and submission was like their drug of choice. The minute they found sub space, they zoned out, merely following orders, but staying someplace inside their head where he couldn’t touch them. Kitten had been very much like that, but Logan wanted more. He wanted Georgia’s fire. He wanted connection and a flow of emotion from him to her. And he totally wanted a blow job. Seth had gotten a blow job, but none for Logan. “Very carefully, take my cock out.”
There it was. A playful light hit those baby blues of hers, and she immediately went about tackling his belt. Her perfectly manicured fingers worked the belt and then the fly of his pants. She unwrapped him like she was carefully unwrapping a gift and didn’t want to mess up the paper. She pushed the front of his slacks aside.
His cock was desperate. Already thick and hard, he could feel himself pulse as she started to peel his boxers off his hips. He looked to the side and caught sight of Nate’s stapler.
And his erection dissolved like a pile of sugar in a rainstorm.
“Sir?”
Fuck. He took a step back and thought about running, but she was looking up at him and she deserved the fucking truth. And maybe she was right. Maybe it was long past time to try to reclaim this space. Leo had told him to talk, that keeping it all inside, hiding it, made the whole episode seem like something dirty when he was the innocent one. “Georgia, do you really want to know? It’s not pretty.”
He was back against the door, his fly open and his heart racing. Let her say no. Please. If she backed away, then he could, too.
She got to her feet and, without a hint of self-consciousness, wrapped that gorgeous body around him, putting her head right against his chest. “I want to know everything, Logan. Sir.”
He let his hands wind around her. He’d been able to send her away once, but he wasn’t sure he could survive it again. If he wasn’t going to let her go, then he had some serious work to do, and it started with talking about what had happened in this room. “The stapler bugs me. I want to throw it out, but I can’t tell Nate why I want to throw it out.”
“Did they hurt you with it?”
“He, Luka, the man who tortured me, thought it was funny to use it on me. He would ask me a question and if I didn’t answer it properly, he would shove a couple of staples into me. He started on my chest and worked his way down.” The words were difficult to even speak. They felt dumb in his mouth. He’d kept them inside for so long, and now he was telling the story twice in one day. “It sounds like such a little thing, doesn’t it? I know some subs who like that little spark of pain. It’s called needle play.”
“This wasn’t play, Logan. And they work up to it and their Doms are careful. This wasn’t supposed to be fun and don’t make light of the pain. I can’t imagine it.”
“Over and over, he did it. I think when Caleb was done he’d pulled over a hundred staples out of me, and he pulled fifty alone off my cock.” There, he’d said it. God, he hated to say it. Leo told him it wasn’t something to be ashamed of, but shame was welling up inside him. He’d been laid out and bare, his most private parts on display for rough use and brutality.
“Logan.” She breathed out his name, and her hand found his chest. She pushed away a little, her eyes trailing down. “What did he do to you?”
The question was asked with a tight jaw, her voice shaking a little and not with fear. She was angry. Volcanically angry, and Georgia’s rage had the opposite effect on him. It calmed him. She was ready to fight, to avenge him when he outweighed her by a hundred pounds of muscle. He pulled her back, a little sigh of peace rushing through him. She wasn’t disgusted. She wasn’t pitying him. She wanted to kill the son of a bitch who had hurt him.
“He’s dead, baby. You can’t take him out. And I survived.” He’d survived. He was alive. He had a chance to make things better. It settled on him. She wasn’t pushing him away because of his weakness. Not yet, anyway. “Now let me finish.”
She laid her head back on his chest. “All right. But I would kill the bastard if he was still alive.”
He had no doubt. She was fierce when she wanted to be. Somehow the words were easier now. “He started out by beating the living shit out of me, but that was just the warm-up. Then came the stapler incident. God, I hated him touching me. He had his hand on me and I thought he was going to rape me. Oh, Georgia, I wanted to die. I really did. I wanted to die, but I couldn’t. I got hard. That felt like a betrayal.”
“You couldn’t help it. It’s a biological response, baby.”
“That’s what Caleb told me, and Leo told me, but at the time, it felt like I was aiding in my own torture.” He leaned over and let the smell of her hair wash over him, so different than the smell of sweat and blood. Georgia smelled clean and sweet, like strawberries. And her skin was touching his, a velvety caress to take the place of beefy hands smacking him. He could talk about it because for once he wasn’t back there. She was his anchor. “Do you know why I don’t have any scars on my cock?”
She nuzzled against his chest. “Why? I wondered because I’ve seen it up close, and it’s perfectly beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.” And his cock was engaged again. How could he expect it to lie still when she was so close? Even here, in this room where he’d lost so much, he couldn’t ignore her. She was right. She was stronger than the memories of this room because all of the sudden, he didn’t see himself laid out on the desk. He saw her spread and waiting for his pleasure. When he looked at that desk, he would always see Georgia—her golden body and soft soul—waiting for him.