Page 82 of Ghost Hunted

His hand beats down hard, a fast and steady rhythm that makes me breathless. Damn, it hurts. I writhe around, trying to escape the blows, but he keeps at it until my cheeks are numb.

“Please… stop… Logan… stop…”

Suddenly, I’m aware that the spanking has stopped.

“What did you say, baby?”

I wince as he gently pulls me off him, then sits me down on his bare legs.

“What? I don’t… Logan?”

“Yes?”

“Is that the safe word?”

There’s a long pause, and then he removes his mask. The other man was right; he is pretty sweaty. He mops his red face, then lays the mask down over my thighs. I run my fingers slowly over it, the cold metal soothing me again.

“It’s not the safe word,” he murmurs. “Remember what I told you it would take for me to remove my mask?”

“Uhm…” My brain throbs from the effort of trying to remember. “You told me you’d remove it if I said your name.”

“That’s right, baby.” He strokes my hair. “I’m very proud of you.”

“But I don’t know who you are, Logan.”

“You will soon. And as soon as you do, I’ll let you leave this cage.”

“No. I want to leave now. I know who you are.”

“Really? Who am I?”

“You’re the asshole who put me here.”

He chuckles and kisses me. Without meaning to, I lean into it, kissing him back. My tongue pushes through his lips, hungrily needing more. But he draws back.

“Is this how you act with all the men you don’t know?”

“No. I usually kill them. Can I have my bazooka back?”

He pauses for quite some time, as though he’s deep in thought. “Okay.”

“...Okay?”

“Okay, I have some work to do. You’re going to be a good girl and stay here.” I suddenly feel something cold wrap itself around my neck, and when I try to pull away from it, a chain behind me jangles.

“What… what is this? What did you put around me… Logan?” I repeat his name, seeing the effect it has on him.

“Good girl,” he praises me, though he doesn’t make any move to untie me. Instead, he stands up, taking out another key and unlocking a much larger opening that I hadn’t noticed before, because it blends seamlessly into the cage. He grins, noticing my surprise. “I had to have my guy put this in too. I realized I wouldn’t be able to keep away from you.”

“But I wanted to see you crawl.”

“It’s a good thing this world doesn’t revolve around what you want, Lia, but what I want.” He takes a step back to pat my head, and then walks through the door, shutting it behind him. Moments later, he returns to the edge of the cage, pushing through a notepad and pen, a big plastic bowl and two smaller ones through the tiny trap that’s meant for me.

“What are those?” I snap, although I think I already know.

“The big one is in case you need to pee, baby. The smaller ones are to drink and eat from. And the notepad… I want you to write my name. Just keep writing my name. I’ll be back later.”

“Wait… please… Logan!”