Anything He Desires (9 page)

She wouldn’t get her hopes up that he would promise his undying love, but his faithfulness would have to be enough for now. She never thought she would fall for someone who might never love her back but she had.

She loved Logan. And as long as he was hers and hers alone, she’d be happy.

Chapter Seven

The Past Returns

             
Kristen and Logan fell into a routine over the next few days.

Their excitement for the opening day was high because everything they’d wanted for the Youth Center was coming to a head. Most of the programs and classes were full and there were a host of volunteers to help make it happen. Logan was even going to do a program himself and would schedule his work around it.

He had to get back to running his company after his hiatus in prison
and
helping Kristen get the Center where they wanted it to be. He had people who could look after his business for him and they had a lot of success, but he needed to be more hands on. He also wanted Kristen to know that the Center was her project and he was really only a donor.

             
The mayor was there to cut the ribbon. When the doors to the Youth Center opened, people piled in for the tour. Everyone was very supportive and admiring. There would be write-ups in several state and national newspapers. Kristen glowed from the positive response they received and Logan was blissed out by extension.

He should have known such happiness wouldn’t last unblemished. At sunset, when nearly everyone had gone, Logan got an unwanted visitor.

He was talking to one of the people from the neighborhood when he felt a cold chill down his spine. He could feel someone’s eyes on him. He turned slowly and a wave of nausea swept over him.

There he was, the monster. The man who had killed his brother and put him in prison.

He smiled at Logan. “Hello, son, nice place you have here. I can’t believe you didn’t invite your old man to the opening.”

             
Logan’s voice caught in his throat. All the old emotions came rushing back, the pain, the humiliation and the hate. Logan opened his mouth, closed it and then whispered, “Get out or I’ll have you removed.”

*

Kristen noticed Logan going rigid in the hall and only just stopped herself from clacking across the floor as fast as her heels could carry her. A middle-aged man stood there, non-descript, totally unremarkable. Who was he and why was Logan poised to lunge for his throat? She reached them and threaded her fingers through Logan’s on instinct. He was tense.

“Is there a problem?” she said, looking at Logan with concern. He was so pale.

“Not a problem. He was just leaving.”

“That’s rude of you, Logan,” the man said. Kristen decided she disliked his voice, his smirk, and his hands. Her hackles rose. “I raised you better than that. I’m George, Logan’s father. And you are?”  The man held out his hand for her. Unsurprisingly, Logan pulled Kristen away from him.

“You are not my father and you didn’t raise me at all. Stay away from me. I’ll have a restraining order taken out against you.”

Kristen looked at Logan in confusion. She didn’t know the story but she wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt Logan, and this man had obviously hurt him very badly in the past.

“You better leave or I’ll call the police,” Kristen said to him.

*

The monster turned to leave but looked from Logan to Kristen and then back to Logan.

“I see now you have found someone new to love. I remember someone else you loved who got in a tragic accident. Now you have someone else, I hope you can take better care of her.” He smiled at Logan, tempting him to react. Logan remained frozen in his place. Years of self-control paying off. He had never wanted to kill this man so badly. Logan allowed him to leave and then he turned and took Kristen in his arms.

“I’ll never let him hurt you,” he said, holding her tightly.

*

She could feel the pain and hurt in his arms. She wanted to help him but first she needed answers.

“Who was that man?”

“He was my foster parent. He was abusive and I suspect he murdered my younger brother. My brother—my brother drowned while he was out with that monster on a boat. I have always suspected he killed him. Then he framed me and said I assaulted him, which was why I had to spend time in prison. I still can’t believe the police believed him. I guess it has always been that way. He's a great con artist. After he took my childhood from me, he still wants more. I can only imagine he wants me broken but I’ll never allow him to break me. He wants money from me but I’ll die before he gets a penny.”

             
Kristen couldn’t believe anyone could be so cruel and she wanted to cry that he’d experienced such cruelty.

She wanted to comfort him. She went over and locked the door to the center then she led him into her office.

He didn’t protest or ask questions. She would seduce him and take his mind off of that horrible man. She undressed in front of him slowly, stripping away her clothing a little at a time. A bulge immediately rose in front of his pants.  She stripped him in turn, licking and kissing every time she bared new flesh. She got down on her knees, naked and vulnerable before him and sucked his cock, giving him intense pleasure. When he could take no more, he picked her up and carried her to the desk. He spread her open for him, teased her for a moment by prodding her entrance with his cock, and then thrust into her.

“I want to fuck you, Kristen. Do you mind? I need this.”

“Fuck me, Logan,” she said breathlessly.

He pulled out achingly slowly and then pushed in hard. And then he just started to pound in and out, in and out, strong deep thrusts that wrung cries from her throat even while he kissed her, ravaging her mouth, licking and biting her breasts and nipples. She could feel the bites but she was lost in pleasure.

“I want my marks all over you. You are mine.”

He flipped her over. Almost without pause, he entered her from behind, nipping the skin between her neck and shoulder.

She felt his finger slide into her ass and she started to protest. He shushed her and continued to fuck her pussy with his hard cock while using his fingers to fuck her ass. It was uncomfortable but not entirely unpleasant.

“I want my cock here.” He pulled out and started to enter her tight asshole, lubricated by her juices. It hurt at first but he was gentle until she opened and stretched for him.

“Rub your clit, while I fuck your tight ass.”

He was hitting a different set of nerve endings in there. She could feel the pressure building and when she came, he also exploded inside of her.

He pulled her to him and rained kisses on the nape of her neck and on her back. He sat down on the floor and cradled her in his lap.

“Did I hurt you?”

“I’m fine.” She realized it was true. Her ass tingled and there was still some discomfort, but the soreness felt normal. She just let him hold her. She knew she would allow him to do anything to her and that scared the hell out of her. How far would she go to give him pleasure? Could she lose herself any further in this man? How could she maintain control over her emotions and still be with him? She didn’t know what to do but all she knew for sure was that she did belong to him in every way.

*

             
Logan was worried he had gone too far with Kristen. He knew he had sexual preferences that would scare some women. While she continually amazed and astounded him, he didn’t want her to cooperate only because she loved him. If she wasn’t receiving pleasure, then that wasn’t good for him.

“Do I give you pleasure?” he asked.

“Are you kidding? I can’t believe you can’t tell. You give me pleasure, Logan. I won’t still be with you if you don’t.” They smiled at that. “This is all new to me and some of it scares me but I’ll stop you when it goes too far.”

“We need some boundaries,” he said and then thought for a moment. “You’re okay with anal intercourse, then?”

Kristen wrinkled her nose. “Every once in a while, I suppose, it’s okay. I mean, I do get the same results from—you know—”

“Okay. Anal only rarely. What else? What about pain? What’s your pain threshold? On a scale of one to five—one being a light nip and five being a slap of a whip, how much pain could you endure for playing?”

“I don’t know, Logan! A whip!”

“All right, then, a safe word so I’ll stop immediately if that whip crack is more than you can tolerate.”

“Puppy. You’ll stop for puppy.” Kristen laughed. Her shaking did interesting things to the way they were still skin to skin but Logan tamped down his reawakening desire and instead nuzzled her neck.
             
             
             

*

             
The fact that he cared and wanted her to feel comfortable made Kristen feel better. She knew she had a way out and this eased her mind considerably.

She wanted to be with him, she just needed to feel comfortable with his preferences. Even in her inexperience she knew he was different and the things he wanted in the bedroom were not mainstream.

She had to admit she enjoyed his dominance but sometimes it frightened her a little. Now she knew she held the key she could feel better and relax a little. She had always been a strong and independent woman and it shocked her that she enjoyed his domination and was in fact turned on by it in many ways. She wanted him to be in control and she just wanted to enjoy him and his lovemaking, if you could call it that. There was probably another name for what they did but she didn’t know what to call it so she would stick with lovemaking until she found another word.

She wondered if the abuse he’d suffered as a child made him want to be in control because he had so little control when he was young. She suspected he was even in control when he was in prison and she knew he would never willingly give up that control again. That was the reason he was so resistant to being in love. Love made you give control of your heart to someone else and that wasn’t something he was willing to do.

“You are lost in thought,” he murmured against her neck.

“I was just trying to figure you out,” she said teasingly but it was the truth.

“I’m pretty easy to figure out,” he replied in the same tone because he knew it wasn’t the truth.

“Sure, you are.” They both laughed.

“What are we going to do about George?” she asked.

They both knew he wasn’t going away and he would have to be dealt with soon. She wouldn’t tolerate Logan being framed again. She believed him now she had met George. If he had truly been assaulted by Logan, he wouldn’t have sought him out and then made veiled threats against him.

She wanted Logan safe and she wanted to help him through this and get rid of George from his life.

“I’ll have to think about it. I have private investigators trying to dig up stuff on him because I don’t want to involve myself if possible, but he’s just made threats against you and that makes it personal to me. I’m going to give the private investigator a call right now and see what he’s come up with.”

Logan kissed her, got dressed and left to call, leaving Kristen alone with her thoughts.

When Logan returned about fifteen minutes later, he looked upset.

“I found out why I wasn’t told George was coming here and that he was in town,” Logan said grimly.

“Why?” Kristen asked, afraid of the answer but knowing it was serious.

“The private investigator I’d hired is missing. They are still looking into it but they have no leads so far. They also mentioned they didn’t find my file in any of his stuff, which is very odd because he had been working on it non-stop since I got out. He told me just the other day that he was on to something. I’m afraid that’s what got him in trouble. One more person who suffered because of me. This is my entire fault.” He put his head in his hands.

Kristen got up from the desk where she’d sat down after getting dressed. “This isn’t your fault,” she said tenderly to Logan. “You can’t blame yourself. That’s exactly what George wants you to do. He is the monster and we have to find a way to stop him.”

“Let’s call it a day and go home. I’m sorry he ruined the grand opening for you. This is why you shouldn’t love me, Kristen. You should probably walk away now,” he said, and she could tell it hurt him to say the words.

“I’m not going anywhere. Didn’t I tell you before that I don’t scare so easily? We’re in this together.” She gave him her best smile.

He took her in his arms and held her for a moment.

“How about dinner?” he asked, and she smiled.

“I would love to have dinner with you.” They locked up and left hand in hand. Little did they know that someone watched from a distance.

             
They decide to have a quiet dinner from a local restaurant. Logan agreed they needed to integrate themselves into the community for the Center. On the way there, they met several of the kids from the center on the street, and they seemed enthusiastic about the programs. This took Logan and Kristen’s mind off George and allowed them to focus on the positive. They had the center and each other. The rest would fall into place.