Page 140 of Ghost Hunted

“That’s right. He thinks he’s controlling me, but he’d be lost without me. I’m the one who holds the power in our relationship.”

“Oh...” I frown, confused at this new way of looking at things. “I see.”

Just then, the guys come back in, and Logan walks over to me, laying a possessive hand on my shoulder.

“Alright, girls. You’ll have all the time in the world to chit-chat this week. Piper, you won’t mind if I... take care of some business?”

Quill’s sullen expression brightens. “Yeah. I also have some business to attend to.”

“Great.” Logan wraps his hand around my wrist to pull me up and tugs me toward the hallway. “By the way, the walls are perfectly soundproofed.”

“Logan,” I groan, “do you have to spell it out like that? She’s our daughter!”

“Mhm hmm.” He smacks my ass again to make me go faster. “Stop talking and start walking, baby.”

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“You can handcuff me.”

“Can I?” He grins, flipping me over on my stomach before doing just that. Then he pushes some pillows under me, lifts up my dress and hooks his fingers under the waistband of my panties.

“Yeah, I don’t mind feeling like your captive during sex.” I wiggle my ass at him, and he rewards me with a hard smack. “Just not the rest of the time.”

“Okay, baby.” He runs his fingers over my sore butt cheeks. “I’ll try my very best not to make you feel like a captive the rest of the time.”

“Right.” I don’t lose the subtext, but I bite down on a protest when I see traces of the old Logan smirk on his face. Instead, I decide to joke. “Thank you. You’re getting very good at making me feel free.”

I pause to let out a moan as he parts my legs and his tongue finds my pussy. “I don’t want to be able to say red. I like not having a choice… during sex, I mean.” I smile when I see how happy my words make him. “And you don’t have to make me come every time. I kind of like being edged.” I wiggle my ass again, this time to encourage him to go back to licking my pussy. “Just not for weeks on end.”

“I see.” Instead of licking me, he pats my ass. “That’s a whole lot of requests for a little captive.”

“For a sex captive,” I remind him. “Not a real, everyday captive.”

“Uh huh. Sure. I mean, yes, of course.”

I shake my head, repressing another urge to laugh. “I can’t believe that just a few days ago, I was telling myself I’d prefer to leave you if it meant being free…”

He walks around the bed, sits down beside me, and tilts my head so I’m looking up at him. “That’s because I gave you your two daughters back, baby. I made you happy. And maybe happiness matters more than freedom. Don’t you think so?”

“Hmm.” I close my eyes as he strokes the side of my face. “I’m not sure about that, Logan...”

“Well, I’m sure.”

My heart squeezes when I hear the pain just under his harsh retort.

“What I meant,” I say hurriedly, “is that... you know, I was just remembering something Piper said. Do you know what it was?”

“Of course not. How could I? It’s not like I was standing behind the door or anything.”

“Uh huh.” I make a face. “Well, she said she’s got Quill on a short leash. He thinks he’s the one in control, but the truth is... she’s got all the power. Maybe that’s how it is with us. What do you think?”

“What do I think? I think I want to look at your tits.”

“Logan!”

“Seriously, baby. Lift yourself up so I can look at your tits.”

Opening my eyes again, I see that the Logan smirk is back in full force. I’m not sure what he really thinks about Piper’s words, but clearly, they’ve reassured him.