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Chapter 1: Meeting Natalie

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Logan met\nNatalie at a party. He was attracted to her instantly, in her white sneakers\nand skimpy clothes. She was tiny, barely coming up to his chest. Her tanned\nskin was peeking through the gaps between her clothes, the skin of her flat\nstomach under her crop top, tight thighs, smooth calves. He watched her from a\ndistance for a while, seeing her chat with her friends, her mouth turned\nupwards in a mischievous grin. She turned her doe-like eyes to a guy in the\ngroup who quickly went to bring them all drinks. She didn’t even thank him,\njust waved him away, sending him away from them like a slave.

\n\n

Logan didn’t\nwant to be creepy, but he found Natalie captivating, and his gaze kept\nwandering towards her, and he found himself drifting towards her as the night\nwent on. He was close enough to hear her conversations, hear her laugh, her\nvoice, the way she’d tease her friends–a mix of joking and cruel. Her voice was\ncondescending, bitchy, and sexy. He could picture her speaking to him in bed,\nand could practically hear what she’d sound like moaning.

\n\n

He spent half the night working up the courage to talk to her, not that Logan was usually a shy\nguy. But Natalie was exceptionally cute, and with a bit of alcohol in his\nveins, it was hard for Logan\nto focus on anything except how easy it would be to pick her up and have her\nwrap her legs around his waist. He didn’t want to be an asshole or make a fool\nof himself. In the end, it was Natalie who approached him.

\n\n

She was bratty, flirty, and confident, and when she asked for his number, it\nwas more of a demand.

\n\n

“Maybe I’ll call you,” she said, walking away without looking back. Logan was worried his\nmouth was hanging open. He could still feel the heat of her touch on his arm,\nstill hear her laugh when she’d giggled at the answer to a question she’d asked\nhim, an answer he hadn’t meant to be funny.

\n\n

Logan was\nstill reeling from their interaction–and a bit of a hangover–the next day, when\nhe got a text from Natalie. He was surprised to hear from her, if he was being\nhonest, but glad of it. His cock throbbed as he pictured her in that short\nskirt she’d worn the day before, the way she’d tossed her hair over her\nshoulders, those pretty, full lips he was desperate to feel around his cock.

\n\n

Take me to dinner, the text said. Logan\nwasn’t a controlling guy, but he was used to being the one in a relationship to\nmake at least some of the decisions. Natalie’s confidence surprised and\nintrigued him. He liked how direct she was, how easy it seemed for her to ask\nfor what she wanted. He texted her when and where, and met her at the\nrestaurant in his nicest outfit. Natalie wore a golden dress that clung to her\nbody, showing off her form, the curve of her small breasts, her abs. It bordered\non inappropriate for the restaurant, but it was so hot, and no one complained\nabout the glances that Natalie got as the two of them walked to their table. Logan tried to feel proud\ninstead of jealous. Yes, they were all looking at her. But he was the one who\nwas out to dinner with her.

\n\n

The place was expensive, and, when the bill came, he paid it without\nflinching, though his nerves jangled, making him itch to check his bank\nbalance. He forgot about it shortly, however, when Natalie asked him–told him,\nmore accurately–to take her home.

\n\n

Despite having scored a date with Natalie, he hadn’t really expected to get\nto take her home, but he was glad he’d tidied up a little anyway as she walked\nthrough his house, eyes scanning everything judgmentally.

\n\n

“It’s not too fancy,” he said, tugging on his collar. “But it’s mine.”

\n\n

“Mm,” Natalie said uninterestedly. “What do you have to drink?”

\n\n

Logan opened a bottle of wine he’d been\nsaving for a special promotion, even though Natalie barely sipped it, swirling\nit around her glass for a while while Logan\ntried desperately to keep the conversation interesting.

\n\n

“I want ice cream,” Natalie announced, cutting him off in the middle of a\nstory. Logan\nblinked, shaking himself a little, then nodded. Ice cream it was. Logan paid for the Uber.

\n\n

He saw Natalie a few times over the next couple of weeks. Each time, he\nbrought her a gift. She smiled, looked at it, then shoved it back in whatever\ndesigner bag she’d pulled it from, pursing her lips.

\n\n

“Cute,” she said about a necklace that had cost Logan too much money. She let it fall into\nthe bag, not even bothering to put it back into its box. “Let’s go get dinner.”

\n\n

Despite the annoyance Logan\nfelt when Natalie didn’t appreciate his gifts, he realized he’d already fallen\nin love with the girl. He did his best to keep her happy, running errands for\nher, paying for every expense she casually mentioned having, spending all of\nhis free time with her. Soon, they were official, and he couldn’t have been\nhappier or more under her spell.

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Chapter 2: The First Test

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“I’m sharing this wishlist with you so you know the kinds of gifts I\nactually like,” Natalie said, the implication that she didn’t like many of his\nprevious gifts being made clear. He snuck a peek at her username, Majesty\nNatalie. Plus, Logan\nhad seen the bags sitting on her counter, unopened and unloved, collecting dust\nlike a stack of dirty dishes or junk mail. He’d offered to clean up her house\nfor her but she’d only scoffed and waved a hand at him. “You can pay a\ncleaner,” she said. “But I don’t want you touching my things.” Currently,\nNatalie was slowly sucking noodles from a bowl into her mouth, her lips pressed\noutward, her gaze on the phone in her hands. He was enthralled with her,\nimpressed that she could make even eating pasta sexy. He picked at the\ndumplings on his plate, scanning through the wish list she’d sent him.

\n\n

So many things on it were close to the gifts he’d showered her with, but\njust a bit better, more expensive, in every case.

\n\n

“Natalie,” he said slowly, picking his words out carefully. “You know I\nlo–like you, a lot.” He swallowed, and Natalie lifted a brow, raising her big\neyes to meet his. “But I can’t afford these.”

\n\n

“That’s fine,” Natalie said, shrugging. Logan felt relief flood through him.

\n\n

“I guess I just thought this relationship meant as much to you as it does to\nme.” She said it snappishly, but Logan\nwas desperate to pick out a sad tone under her words.

\n\n

“It means everything to me,” Logan\nsaid quickly, already regretting bringing it up. He didn’t want to anger her.

\n\n

“I just don’t get it,” Natalie said, pouting. “I know you make a lot at your\njob. And you eat everyday, so I know you’re not struggling… I don’t know why\nI’m not worth it to you.”

\n\n

“You are,” Logan\nquickly said. If some part of him pushed against the thought, wondered at why\nhe was willing to spend so much of his savings on a girl he’d known barely a\nmonth, those thoughts were pushed out of his mind when Natalie’s doe eyes met\nhim, big and brown and pleading. He shook himself, lost in her eyes for a\nmoment. “You’re worth it,” Logan\nsaid, a little choked. He felt out of control, hypnotized, almost. But that was\nwhat love was supposed to feel like, right? Natalie gave him a sad, small\nsmile, and his heart clenched. Of course she was worth it. She was so pretty, a\nprincess play-acting as a commoner with her ramen and athletic wear, a goddess\nvisiting earth for only a moment. He needed to cherish her.

\n\n

“Which item on here is your favorite?” He asked.

\n\n

“The most expensive one,” she said, her grin showing her white teeth. Logan added it to his\ncart, paid extra for the expedited shipping.

\n\n

“It should be here tomorrow,” he told her. She stretched her leg under the\ntable, stroking his calf with her pedicured toe. Logan felt shaky. He wanted her foot to go\nhigher. He wanted to kiss her. She gave him her hand and he kissed the back of\nit, leaving it against his mouth as he felt the warmth of her tanned skin.

\n\n

“You’re the best!” Natalie said, pulling her hand from his. She checked her\nphone and then stood. “I have to meet someone, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She was\ngone before Logan\ncould think of a reply, feeling left in the lurch. Who was she seeing? He paid\nfor both of their meals and spent the rest of his day miserably waiting for a\ntext from her, trying to fight down his jealousy. He wasn’t that kind of guy,\ndidn’t want to be that kind of boyfriend.

\n\n

He was planning on asking her who she’d been with the next day. But they had\na movie day planned, and he found himself focusing too hard on the sensation of\nher body pressed against his side as they cuddled on the couch. He had his arm\nover her shoulders, her head against his chest, her legs curled up and resting\nagainst his own. The warmth from her body was enough to drive him crazy, and\nanytime he thought about broaching the subject of her absence the day before\nshe’d shift beside him, and he’d be so distracted by her little body he could\nsay nothing at all. God, he was obsessed with her, he realized, inhaling the\ngirly shampoo scent of her hair. He pulled out his phone, ordering another few\nitems off the list as she watched. She stroked his thigh, as if rewarding him.\nHe wanted to buy the whole list.

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Chapter 3: The Deception Begins

\n\n

“I’m so glad you haven’t been pestering me for sex,” Natalie said in Logan’s arms. They were\nin bed, fully clothed, her tiny body tucked against his, caged in his arms like\nsomething he meant to protect. He hadn’t pestered her for sex, but he was\naching for it. Surely, she could feel his stiff cock where her shin pressed\nagainst the fabric of his pants. She wiggled her toes and he felt the movement\non his thigh. “Most guys are so annoying about it.” She wrinkled her nose, and Logan fought the urge to\nkiss it. He didn’t like thinking about other guys asking Natalie for sex,\ndidn’t like thinking that maybe she’d given in.

\n\n

“Of course,” he said, smoothing down some of her hair, his voice soft. “Only\nwhen you’re ready.”

\n\n

“I just care so much more about the rest of it, you know?” Natalie said, and\nLogan nodded.\nHe knew exactly what she meant. He’d be happy to be with Natalie for the rest\nof his life without having sex with her. Of course, it would be torturous. But\nhe truly loved her, and being around her–having her be his was more than he\ncould ever ask for.

\n\n

“Me too,” he agreed, nuzzling into her hair. “Have you ever–?”

\n\n

“God, don’t be weird,” Natalie said, wiggling away from him. She glared up\nat him. “You don’t trust me, do you?”

\n\n

“What? Of course I do?”

\n\n

“Then why would you think I’ve slept with someone else when I haven’t slept\nwith you? Do you think I’m a slut? Maybe you are, but I’m not.”

\n\n

“I’m not–”

\n\n

“You’re not a slut?” Natalie said, and the words did something strange to Logan’s gut, twisting\nthem.

\n\n

“No, I’m not. And sorry, I didn’t mean to ask invasive questions. I was just\nwondering.”

\n\n

“I’m waiting for marriage,” Natalie explained, letting out a heavy, annoyed\nsigh. “I want to know the person I’m with wants me for me, not for my body.”\nShe touched her body, almost subconsciously, running a hand over her side. It\nalmost hurt Logan\nto watch. “Plus, if someone can stay loyal through that, I’ll know they really\nare faithful.”

\n\n

“That makes sense,” Logan\nsaid, tentatively resting a hand on her upper arm, stroking her skin. She\ndidn’t shake him off. “I want to prove to you that I’m yours,” he said. “I’ll\nnever cheat on you, Natalie. And I’ll wait for you as long as you want.”

\n\n

“Promise?” Natalie said, squirming closer and peering up at him with her big\neyes.

\n\n

“Promise,” Logan\nsaid. He could hardly believe he was the one she was choosing, that she wanted\nhim enough to talk about the future, to undergo this challenge together.\nFaithful, Logan\nthought, chewing on the word. We’ll be faithful to each other for the rest of\nour lives. He was so lucky to be hers, so lucky to have her as his own.

\n\n

“It’s just…” Natalie said, pausing to chew on her bottom lip.

\n\n

“What?” Logan\nasked, pulling her closer to him, hugging her to his body. “What is it?”

\n\n

“So many men have promised me they’d be loyal,” she explained. Logan couldn’t imagine\nanother cheating on Natalie, but he listened, patting her hair. “And yet, sex\nwas all they’d think about. One time, I dated this guy for a whole year, only\nto learn that every time we hung out, he’d go home and masturbate thinking\nabout me! How weird and gross is that?” Natalie asked, and Logan swallowed, hoping she couldn’t see the\nflush that had spread across his cheeks. He did that too, stroking himself as\nhe remembered each interaction of their day, every touch, every detail. He’d\nimagine what Natalie looked like under her crop tops, what her ass would feel\nlike in his hands, what she’d look like with her bratty face fixed in a look of\npleasure.

\n\n

“So weird,” Logan\nmanaged to choke out. The next thing he knew, Natalie’s hand was sliding down\nhis chest, slipping lower until she reached the band of his pants. Her skinny,\npink manicured fingers slipped into his waistband, and Logan shivered.

\n\n

“I think,” Natalie said, voice amused, eyes locked on Logan’s. Her hand slid lower, though his\npubic hair. “That should only be something we do together,” she said, wrapping\nher fingers around the base of Logan’s\ncock. Logan\nnodded, gasping. She slid her hand up his shaft, squeezing tightly. “Don’t you\nthink?”

\n\n

“Yes,” Logan\nsaid quickly. Natalie stroked his cock again, and then she pulled her hand from\nhis pants abruptly.

\n\n

“Good,” she said, and then she rolled away from him, sitting up and\nstretching. She cast a look over her shoulder. “I’m hungry. Let’s go out.”

\n\n

Logan stifled a groan, fighting with his body and desire as Natalie stood\nand pulled her clothes from her body, back to him so he could only see her back\nand panty-clad ass before she slipped into a dress and turned back to face him.\n“Hurry up.”

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Chapter 4: Financial Domination

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“Just for this month,” Natalie promised, pushing her lip out in a pout. “If\nyou really loved me, I wouldn’t have even had to ask,” she added, blinking\nfast, as if to hold back tears.

\n\n

“Of course I love you,” Logan\nsaid, slowly, cautiously. He glanced away from her, around her lavish\napartment. Her rent was likely more than his mortgage. “And I want to pay your\nrent. I just can’t afford it, not with my mortgage and car payments.” And the\nthousands of dollars I’ve spent on you over the last few months, Logan thought, but didn’t\nsay it out loud. He was embarrassed, cheeks flushing. It made him feel so\nsmall, so bad, to not be able to afford to support his girlfriend. What kind of\nman did that make him? “What if you move in with me?” He asked, finally looking\nup and meeting her eyes. They were big and brown, dark with something he couldn’t\nname. He couldn’t look away, couldn’t blink.

\n\n

“I want a boyfriend who takes care of me,” Natalie said, annoyed. “Don’t you\nwant to take care of me?”

\n\n

“I want to take care of you,” Logan\nsaid, unable to pull his gaze away. “Come live with me.”

\n\n

“I need my own space.”

\n\n

“You can have your own space,” Logan\nsaid, feeling the words leave his lips without his control. “You can have the\nspare room to yourself.” His office. The room was his office, which he needed\nfor work. But he needed to keep Natalie happy, more.

\n\n

“Your spare room isn’t even big enough for my clothes,” Natalie scoffed,\npulling at the band of the sport’s bra she was wearing as a shirt expressively.\nHer eyes were still on Logan’s,\ndigging into his mind. “But maybe I could convert it into a closet. If you\nbuilt some shelves for me it might work,” she said, considering it.

\n\n

“And then we could share the bedroom,” Logan\nsaid, but Natalie shook her head, looking mildly disgusted.

\n\n

“Oh, no,” she said. “You can spend the night occasionally but I need my own space.\nThat’s important to me. You know that.” She looked at him with disappointment\nand Logan\ncursed himself, mad that he’d gotten it so wrong once again. “Maybe you could\nrent someplace?”

\n\n

“I could move back with my parents,” Logan\nsaid, feeling like he was underwater, like his consciousness was slipping\nthrough his fingers. All he could focus on was Natalie’s eyes, her voice,\nthoughts of her. He needed to please her, give her what she wanted.

\n\n

“Ew!” Natalie said, “I can’t be with someone who lives with his parents,”\nshe said, and Logan\nrealized she was right, of course she was right. Natalie sighed. “I have to do\neverything myself,” she said, annoyance clear in her tone. She looked at Logan even more intensely,\nand he felt whatever it was holding his attention strengthen, his whole being\nconsumed by Natalie.

\n\n

“You want to give me your house and you’ll find an apartment nearby. A nice\napartment,” Natalie clarified, as if she wasn’t confident that Logan could figure that out himself.

\n\n

“I want to give you my house,” Logan\nagreed. “I’m going to rent a nice apartment somewhere nearby. So you can have\nyour space.”

\n\n

“You’re the best babe!” Natalie said, arching up on her tiptoes to press her\nlips to his. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her little body to his own\nas she parted his lips with hers and both their eyes fell closed. As soon as\nher pretty hypnotic eyes were closed, Logan\nfelt dizzy, but he blamed it on the kiss. Kissing Natalie was intoxicating,\nlike so many things about her. Her tongue itself somehow managed to be bratty,\nworking its way into his mouth while demanding his own tongue meet her\nmovements. Logan\nburied his hands in her soft black hair, weaving it between his fingers as\nNatalie deepened the kiss. He sucked on her bottom lip and she gave a small,\nsexy moan but pulled away abruptly.

\n\n

“You’re going to make my lips puffy,” she complained, giving him a glare.

\n\n

“Sorry,” he mumbled, trying to collect himself, to fight against his raging\ndesires, his heart thudding hard.

\n\n

She kissed his cheek, and he relaxed. She wasn’t mad at him. Everything was\nokay.

\n\n

“I’ll need a car, too,” Natalie said, leaning against Logan’s chest. He held her close as she\nnuzzled into him. “Since you live in the middle of nowhere.”

\n\n

“I’ll get you a car,” Logan\npromised. He kissed her head.

\n\n

Logan picked\nup more hours at work, took out a few loans, and got a new credit card. It took\nhim two weeks to find an apartment that Natalie agreed with, and it was double\nthe price he wanted–knew he could afford–to pay. But Natalie was so happy with\nhim.

\n\n

“That shower is big enough for two people,” she said, giving him a look that\nmade blood rush to his cock. The thought of seeing Natalie’s tan body naked… He\nsigned the lease that afternoon.

\n\n

He helped Natalie move into his house, nodding and attempting to not let his\nworry show on his face as she listed the renovations that would be needed to\nmake it suitable for her. They needed to be done, he knew. And he’d do anything\nfor her, anything to prove to her that she was worth it to him.

\n\n

“You’re a good boyfriend,” she said, as Logan cleaned his pool–her pool, now–and she\nsunbathed, her body clad in the teeniest of bathing suits. Logan was surprised but happy with her words,\nhis chest swelling and a grin coming to his lips.

\n\n

“Thanks,” he said. “Anything for you, babe.”

\n\n

Natalie made a thoughtful noise then looked at him over the bridge of her\nglasses. “Get me a margarita from that place across town?”

\n\n

Chapter 5: The First Lie Uncovered

\n\n

Logan\nfidgeted, biting his lip. Natalie’s phone was in his hand, and his heart was in\nhis stomach.

\n\n

“Can’t wait to see you again Majesty Natalie”, the message said, with a\ntongue emoji at the end. The contact was saved as simply “Simpy Wallet 2”. Logan paced his own\nkitchen, which had become Natalie’s, feeling like an idiot. He wasn’t even\nsleeping with her, and he’d given her so much. Only for her to be talking to\nother guys behind his back. He still loved her, foolishly, perhaps, but he\nwasn’t stupid, or, at least, he liked to think he wasn’t stupid. He couldn’t\nstay with someone who was cheating on him. He wanted her to have a good excuse\nfor it, but he couldn’t think of a single thing that would make the message\nmean anything other than what he thought it meant. He wasn’t even angry, he was\njust heartbroken, sad and disappointed.

\n\n

Natalie descended the stairs, her sneakered feet treading lightly, her lip\ncurled in something between contempt and amusement, her hair tied up in a high\nponytail. She was wearing sweatpants that hugged her thighs and ass and a\nmatching black sweatshirt that was cropped short on the stomach. She wore no\nbra underneath it, and Logan\ncould see the bumps of her nipples through the material of the shirt. When she\nnoticed her phone in his hands her eyes narrowed and she slowed her steps.

\n\n

“Why do you have my phone?” She asked.

\n\n

“It went off while you were upstairs,” Logan\nsaid.

\n\n

“So you decided to invade my privacy and look at it?”

\n\n

“‘Invade your privacy?'” Logan\nsaid, shaking his head.

\n\n

“Do you want to know what the message said?”

\n\n

“Something you’re clearly taking out of context and getting all emotional\nabout,” Natalie said, rolling her eyes. She crossed the room to him, holding\nout a small hand with a fresh set of nails–that Logan had paid for, of course. She indicated\nthat he should give her the phone.

\n\n

“Are you cheating on me?” Logan\nasked plainly, and Natalie shot him a glare.

\n\n

“This is so triggering to me,” she said, though she didn’t seem the least\nbit triggered or upset, only annoyed, inconvenienced, maybe.

\n\n

“Do you know how many of my boyfriends have been toxic assholes that haven’t\nrespected my privacy? My ex used to make me show him my phone every single day.\nEvery day, Logan.\nI wasn’t even supposed to look at other men. I didn’t think you were like that.\nI thought you were different, but I guess not.”

\n\n

She pressed out her lip, pouting once again, and Logan pushed down the protective emotions her\ncute little upturned face made him feel.

\n\n

“I’m sorry for invading your privacy,” he said, “that wasn’t my intention.”

\n\n

“Whatever,” Natalie said, wiping at the corners of her eyes, even though Logan hadn’t noticed any\ntears. “Who was the message from, anyway?”

\n\n

“Simpy Wallet 2,” Logan\nsaid, numbly. “He’s excited to see you again.” Natalie blinked up at him for a\nmoment, then she shook her head.

\n\n

“Logan,” she\nsaid, looking truly disappointed. “You’re so fucking stupid.”

\n\n

Logan opened\nhis mouth to protest, feeling actually angry at her for the first time. She was\ncheating on him, and had the audacity to call him names?

\n\n

“Don’t.” Natalie said, holding up a hand to silence him. “Use your head, Logan.” Hearing her say\nhis name so much made emotions boil through Logan’s body. Desire and anger,\ndisappointment and sadness. He still wanted her, despite everything, but the\npain was too intense. “Does “Simpy Wallet 2″ sound like something I’d use as a\ncontact for someone I liked? For someone I was seeing?”

\n\n

“Maybe,” Logan said, but the seed of doubt\nhad been planted, and Logan\nwanted desperately to not believe.

\n\n

“No, it doesn’t. You, for example, are saved as ‘Mine’ with a heart.”\nNatalie said, giving him a pointed look.

\n\n

Guilt started to curl in his stomach. Mine, he thought, heart aching. Hers.

\n\n

“I hate that guy, Logan.”

\n\n

“Then why text him?” Logan\nasked, but the fight in him was extinguished, replaced with confusion.

\n\n

“I didn’t,” Natalie said, annoyed. “He texted me.”

\n\n

“Why would he text you if you hadn’t texted him?” Logan asked, and Natalie’s face turned from\nannoyance to fury, her eyes burning into his.

\n\n

“Do you know how hard it is to be me?” She snapped. “How often it is that\npeople like that–gross, rude, unappealing men text me? Catcall me? Try to get\nin my pants? Do you think I deserve it? Do you think I like it or something?”

\n\n

“No!” Logan\nhurried to say, taking a step closer to Natalie. He wanted to wrap her body in\nhis arms. He wanted to drop to his knees and apologize. “No, no, I didn’t even\nthink, Natalie, I’m so sorry.”

\n\n

“I thought you cared about me,” Natalie said, her anger breaking into a sad\nnoise for just a moment, brief enough that Logan questioned if it were real. “I thought\nyou’d support me. I thought you’d be on my side.”

\n\n

“Baby,” Logan\nsaid, and then he did wrap her in his arms, resting his chin on her hair,\npulling her close. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I would ever doubt\nyou. It’s just– you’re so beautiful, babe. So perfect and amazing and\nintelligent, and I just can’t imagine not having you. I can’t imagine not being\nyours. Sometimes I don’t feel worthy and I–”

\n\n

“Just trust me, next time,” Natalie said, pulling away enough to look up at\nhim. He nodded, properly chastised. Natalie smiled, falling back against his\nchest, running her hands up his back, nails tracing along his skin in a way\nthat made the desire in him grow to almost untamable proportions.

\n\n

“Just trust me, Logan. My Logan.”

\n\n

Chapter 6: Worship at Her Feet

\n\n

Logan laid\nin bed, Natalie’s bed in what used to be his house, scrolling on his phone. He\nhad to admit, she had decorated the place nicer than he ever had. It had been\nthe right choice to give her the house, though he did wish they could live\nthere together. But Natalie liked her space.

\n\n

“I like being excited to see you,” Natalie had told him, wiggling into his\narms, her small breasts rubbing against his chest. She wasn’t wearing a bra,\nand he could feel her hard nipples. “If we lived together it would take away so\nmuch of the romance.”

\n\n

Still, she let him visit often. She was laying in bed next to him but upside\ndown, on her stomach, her face near the foot of the bed. She was propped up on\nher elbows, scrolling on her phone, kicking her feet idly in the air. Logan couldn’t help but\nwatch the movement of her feet. She was wearing soft, short shorts that exposed\nher tan legs, and her feet were covered in bright white socks that were bunched\nat her ankles. She wiggled her toes as she moved her tiny feet, it was almost\nhypnotic to Logan.

\n\n

“Do you have a foot-fetish or something?” Natalie sneered, and Logan realized she had\nbeen watching him, a judgemental frown on her lips.

\n\n

“No,” Logan\nsaid, repressing the “not usually,” that he was thinking. It was something\nabout Natalie’s feet in particular.

\n\n

Size fives, tiny and adorable. It could also have been that she seemed to\nhave been teasing him with them for ages, slowly peeling off her socks after a\nday out, playfully hitting him with the dirty socks. Shoes were her favorite\nthing to make him buy her, and she’d make him carry her old ones through the\nmall after she’d pulled on her new pair.

\n\n

“Why not?” Natalie asked, and Logan\ncouldn’t help but feel like he’d disappointed her, that he’d failed some sort\nof test.

\n\n

“I mean,” Logan\nsaid as Natalie rolled over in bed, so she was laying on her back, looking at\nhim. “I love your feet. I just haven’t been that interested in other girl’s\nfeet.”

\n\n

“Why are we even talking about other girls right now?” Natalie whined, and Logan rested a hand on\nher ankle comfortingly. She kicked her leg away from him with a glare.

\n\n

“I’m sorry babe, I just meant that you’re special. I feel differently about\nyou than I have any other girl.”

\n\n

“As you should,” Natalie said, but she moved her leg again, resting her foot\non Logan’s\nchest. He wondered if she could feel his heartbeat speed up under her toes.

\n\n

“I love every part of you,” Logan\nsaid, tentatively touching Natalie’s ankle again. She didn’t pull away. “From\nthe hair on your head to the tip–” he lightly pinched her toes, and she\ngiggled, wiggling them in his grip. “Of your toes.” Logan pulled her foot to his mouth, kissing\nthe tips of her toes through her sock, one toe at a time. He lightly tickled\nthe arch of her foot and she laughed but yanked her foot away.

\n\n

“No tickling,” she admonished, glaring. “But you can give me a foot massage,\nif you promise to behave.”

\n\n

“I promise,” Logan\nsaid, already working his thumbs into the pad of Natalie’s foot. She let\nherself fall back into the bed, her phone about her face as Logan massaged each foot in turn. It was a\ngift to be able to touch her like that, Logan\nthought. He made sure to show his gratitude by doing a thorough job, kissing\nall over each foot when he was done.

\n\n

“Do you worship my feet?” Natalie asked him, partway through, in that sexy,\nbratty voice she used when she was talking dirty. Logan’s cock, which was already stiff with\nneed, twitched.

\n\n

“Yes,” he promised.

\n\n

“You should worship my feet everyday,” Natalie suggested, and Logan was quick to agree.\n“I might let you touch them, if you’re good,” she said, and Logan nodded.

\n\n

“I’d like to massage your feet everyday,” Logan said, moving to pull one of her socks\ndown. She slapped his hand.

\n\n

“If you’re good,” she repeated. “Maybe I’d even let you lick them.”

\n\n

Logan bought\nNatalie a foot spa bath, a gift he was quite proud of. She pressed her lips\ntogether when she saw it, but allowed him to set it up for her. It was the\nnicest one he could buy, with jets and LED lights and moving massagers in the\nbottom. She seemed tentative about using it, but once her feet were in the warm\nwater she wiggled her toes, making impossibly sexy oohing noises.

\n\n

“This was a good gift,” Natalie praised Logan, and he almost burst with pride. She\nallowed him to wrap her feet in a towel and carry her to bed, where he applied\ncream to her feet, clipped her toenails, then gave her a massage by hand. While\nhe worked her feet in his hands, he couldn’t stop himself from imagining what\nit would feel like to press his cock between the soft arches of her feet,\nconsidering what it would feel like to have her toes shifting against his pubic\nbone.

\n\n

Logan became\nincreasingly obsessed with Natalie’s feet, practically begging for her to allow\nhim to worship them, but she only allowed occasionally, not wanting to spoil\nhim. At first, Logan\nonly fantasized about Natalie’s clean, manicured feet, her prettily painted\ntoes, the soft skin he felt when he rubbed lotion onto her freshly washed\narches and pads. But slowly, he wanted more and more of her feet. Once, when\nshe was particularly happy with him, Natalie let him keep her dirty socks, and\nhe wrapped them in a fist, bringing them to his nose as he masturbated,\noverwhelmed by the smell of her.

\n\n

Of course, he wasn’t allowed to touch her feet for a week after he admitted\nto masturbating without her, since it was something they were supposed to do\ntogether. But a few thousand dollars of gifts later, and Natalie allowed him to\ntouch them again, even letting him lick and kiss across the arches of her feet\nafter she’d returned from the gym, her reward for him finally getting her a new\ncar, since the first one he’d given her hadn’t been good enough. She was strict\nwith him, but it hardly felt that way, since she was so playful and teasing,\ntelling Logan\nwith a laugh that he wouldn’t be allowed to suck her toes until he’d bought her\ndinner, and then changing her mind and only allowing him to give her a foot\nmassage. Logan\ndidn’t mind. Any opportunity to touch Natalie, to show her how important she\nwas to him, was a gift to him.

\n\n

Once, Natalie even agreed to give him a footjob, and it was almost as\nincredible as he’d imagined, her teasing him with her feet, running her toes up\nhis shaft, giving her bratty smiles as she pressed her feet together and moved\nthem up and down, his cock rubbing against her smooth arches. She talked to him\nas she played with his cock with her feet, reminding him that he worshiped her,\nthat he was so lucky she wanted him, and Logan nodded, nodded and agreed, head\ntipping back as his orgasm built.

\n\n

“Are you going to cum soon?” Natalie asked, and Logan nodded, unable to speak from the\npleasure he was feeling. “Oops,” Natalie said, and she slipped, her foot\nhitting Logan’s balls hard, hard enough that Logan cried out in pain.

\n\n

“Don’t be a baby,” Natalie chided. “My foot just slipped.” It felt like she\nhad kicked him, the force with which her foot had collided with his scrotum. He\nfelt lightheaded from the pain and the ruined orgasm, his nerves buzzing.

\n\n

Chapter 7: The Perfect Girlfriend Facade

\n\n

“Logan,”\nNatalie said, rubbing soap over her lithe, tight body. “Don’t you dare cum, Logan. I swear to God.”

\n\n

“Natalie, please,” Logan\nbegged, his hand around his cock. He almost couldn’t contain himself, even\nthough he’d stopped stroking himself. It had been a week since Natalie had let\nhim get off, even longer since she’d touched him, instead making him worship\nher as he jerked himself off.

\n\n

“Logan, no,”\nNatalie shot back in a mocking tone. “Learn to control yourself, you’re\ndisgusting.” She rinsed the rest of the soap off her body and turned off the\nwater, though droplets of it still clung to her skin, brown and tan all over,\nbut a little lighter on her breasts and pubic bone, a line along the top of her\nass from the bikini she wore to tan. Her pussy was bare, waxed, which Logan had paid for, but\ndidn’t know why she bothered, since they weren’t having sex and she’d never so\nmuch as allowed him to look at her pussy. Her ass, sure. Her feet, often. He’d\neven been permitted to palm her breasts through her shirt. But her pussy was\noff limits, if he saw her touch herself through her panties he was lucky. “Not\nuntil we’re married,” Natalie always said, and scoffed at him every time he\nbrought up marriage. “We haven’t even been together a year!” She’d say. “God,\nyou’re obsessed with me.”

\n\n

“Why aren’t you stroking yourself?” Natalie asked, annoyed. She let out a\nfrustrated sigh. “It’s like you don’t even care what I want,” she pouted, and\nLogan returned to touching himself with a shaking hand, knowing he was going to\ncum, he wasn’t going to be able to help himself, and Natalie would be so angry.

\n\n

Natalie walked out of the shower, still dripping, and stood in front of\nLogan where he sat on the closed toilet lid, admiring his girlfriend’s perfect\nbody, stroking himself and trying desperately not to cum. Natalie turned around\ndramatically, leaning over to grab the edge of the sink in front of her. She\nstuck her ass out, practically in Logan’s\nface, then she threw him a look over her shoulder, shaking her ass.

\n\n

It was all Logan\ncould handle, and hot cum shot from his cock, some of it hitting Natalie’s ass,\nthe rest his thighs and the floor, making a mess.

\n\n

“I’m sorry–” he gasped, but it was too late, Natalie’s face had turned into\na mask of fury and disgust.

\n\n

“I just showered!” She screamed. “You stupid pathetic idiot! How hard is it\nto contain yourself, fucking idiot?” She turned and kicked him in the balls\nwith wet feet, so quickly he couldn’t think, couldn’t react to protect himself.\nTwo swift kicks before he cupped his balls and fell to the floor in pain,\ncurling up on top of the puddle of his own cum in the steamy bathroom as\nNatalie quickly washed herself off again and then left him on the floor.

\n\n

“Why aren’t you getting ready?” Natalie asked a few moments later, coming\nback into the bathroom to blow dry her hair. She wrinkled her nose at Logan on the floor, but\notherwise pretended the fight hadn’t happened. Logan was glad she didn’t still seem mad. His\nballs ached, his stomach clenching with pain and nausea.

\n\n

“We have reservations in an hour, and you need to shower.”

\n\n

He pulled himself to his feet, taking a quick, cold shower– Natalie had used\nthe hot water–and got ready beside his girlfriend, who kissed his cheek when he\nput on the shirt she liked. She forgave him, he thought, and it was going to be\nokay.

\n\n

“Logan’s the best,” Natalie said, squeezing Logan’s arm possessively.\nOne of Natalie’s friend’s partners had bailed, leaving the girl teary-eyed and\nmad at the world. “He’d never do that to me. You should break up with him and\nfind a man like Logan.”

\n\n

Logan kissed\nhis girlfriend’s hair and she beamed up at him, making his heart soar.

\n\n

“You guys really do have the best relationship,” another of Natalie’s\nfriend’s, James, said. He was there with his girlfriend, a girl Logan knew Natalie\ncouldn’t stand. The girlfriend gave James a jealous look, like complimenting\nanother couple’s relationship was a crime. Probably, she was just envious of\nNatalie. Logan\nunderstood, he’d been jealous and insecure about James, too, for the longest\ntime, but he’d learned to trust Natalie. But Natalie was so cute, and Logan figured it must\nmake girls jealous.

\n\n

“Yes, we do,” Natalie said, and Logan\nwrapped her in a quick hug. He both loved and hated going out with Natalie.\nLoved it, because she was the perfect girlfriend when they went out, sweeter\nand more loving than she ever was when they were alone, touching him almost\ncarelessly, easily. He hated it because no matter where they seemed to go,\nNatalie met people, men, mostly, who liked to act like they knew Natalie, too.\nThey’d flirt with her right in front of Logan,\nand he didn’t know how to ask Natalie how to not flirt back.

\n\n

“I’m just being friendly,” she said, the first time he’d tried. “What, do\nyou think I’m a slut or something? You never trust me.” He’d calmed her tears,\nholding her even as she punched an angry fist into his lap, accidentally–or at\nleast, he believed it was accidentally–hitting his balls, making him gasp in\npain. It was happening more often, the punches and kicks, but so were the\nkisses and touches, and Logan\nknew it was all worth it to be Natalie’s boyfriend.

\n\n

Chapter 8: The Other Man

\n\n

Logan was in\na war with his own mind. He sat in his car, parked just outside his old house,\nmuttering to himself.

\n\n

“Go home,” he told himself firmly. “She’s not cheating on you, idiot. She\nloves you.” His knuckles were white against the steering wheel, and his head\nached. He hadn’t slept much since he’d overheard the conversation that had sent\nhim on this particular spiral. It wasn’t the first time he’d thought Natalie\nmight be cheating on him, but it was the first time, since the very first time,\nthat he thought he might actually believe it.

\n\n

He’d overheard her talking to James the other night, at dinner, promising to\ncome over “and blow his big black cock better than his girlfriend”. It was\npretty damning, and not something Logan\nthought he could have misheard. When Natalie had noticed him having returned\nfrom the bathroom she’d wrapped her arms around his neck like nothing had\nhappened, but Logan\nhad felt cold all over, a chill that hadn’t yet left him.

\n\n

He wasn’t sure what he was going to accomplish sitting outside her house,\nexcept that Natalie had told him she had plans–as always, it was just “plans”\nwith no explanation–and he had a sinking suspicion that her plan was James.\nMaybe he hoped to catch the two of them in the act, but he didn’t know if he\ncould confront Natalie. No matter what, he still loved her.

\n\n

This will prove it’s not true, he told himself. She’ll be heading to a\nbeauty appointment or something.

\n\n

Natalie’s ride pulled up, an Uber, since she hated to drive the car Logan had bought her, the\none that was pushing him over the edge of bankruptcy. Swallowing his pride, Logan followed the car at a distance, his heart sinking as\nit wove its way across the city, towards the neighborhood Logan knew James lived.

\n\n

James met Natalie at the door, and the two kissed, right out on the street,\nall Natalie’s complaints to Logan about PDA echoing in his head as he watched\nhis girlfriend arch up into the touch of another man. James was massive,\nmuscular and tall, and he made Natalie look particularly tiny as he lifted her\nup and carried her into his apartment.

\n\n

Logan\ncouldn’t move. He couldn’t get himself to drive away, couldn’t force himself to\nget out of the car to confront them. He didn’t want to believe it. He didn’t\nknow how to piece together his shattered heart. He wanted someone to jump out\nfrom his backseat and say it was all some sort of elaborate prank, that his\ngirlfriend wasn’t screwing other men.

\n\n

He was there for an hour, and then his phone rang, rousing him from his\nthoughts.

\n\n

“Hey babe,” Natalie’s voice, equal parts sweet and bratty, on the other end\nof the line. Logan\nthought he’d feel angry, but her voice only reminded him how much he loved her.\n“Where are you? Your phone says you’re nearby? I’m at the nail salon and I need\na ride home.”

\n\n

“Um, yeah, I’m close,” Logan\nmanaged to say, his words sounding choked. It was true, Natalie’s current\nfavorite nail salon was nearby, walking distance. He saw her leave James’\nhouse, headphones in her ear, chatting with him as she walked.

\n\n

“My normal tech wasn’t even here, which is so annoying. They said they’ll\ngive me a discount if I come back tomorrow. She had some kind of family\nemergency, blah blah blah. As if my nails aren’t an emergency. I don’t think\nI’ll be back. Come pick me up? I need my boyfriend…”

\n\n

She needed him, Logan\nthought.

\n\n

“I’ll be there in a second,” he promised, and he was. Natalie slid into his\npassenger seat with a huff, giving him an annoyed look for not opening her door\nfor her.

\n\n

“What’s your problem?” She asked, puffing out her lips and crossing her arms\nover her chest. She was wearing a crop top shirt that rode up when she crossed\nher arms, showing more of her flat stomach. She was wearing athletic shorts\nthat hugged her body, leaving nothing up to the imagination. Logan couldn’t deny that he still wanted her,\neven though he thought he could smell James’ cologne on her.

\n\n

He started to drive them to her house in silence, opening her door for her\nbut still not speaking, his mind grinding, trying to decide what he would do or\nsay, trying to piece together how he felt.

\n\n

“Babe,” Natalie said, reaching up to touch his chest softly. “Logan, are you okay? Will\nyou come inside with me? My feet are so sore. My whole body, really. Do you\nthink you can give me a massage?”

\n\n

“I know you weren’t at the nail salon,” Logan said, closing his eyes to try and push\naway images of his hands on Natalie’s body, squeezing her ass in those stretchy\nshorts, tracing his fingers over the bare skin on her back.

\n\n

“Because my tech wasn’t there, yeah,” Natalie said. When he opened his eyes\nhe saw her looking at him with something between annoyance and concern. “I\nliterally told you that.”

\n\n

She leaned against him, and the feeling of her body distracted him for a\nmoment. He stepped away and she pouted, looking genuinely hurt.

\n\n

“I went to James’ to kill time,” she said. “Nothing happened, Logan. I promise.\nWhatever you thought you saw you probably imagined. Your imagination goes so\ncrazy. I kind of like that about you, actually. Except when you’re being\njealous. Now come inside, please. I want to get these shoes off.”

\n\n

Logan\nnodded, realizing she was right. He’d followed her expecting to see something\nsuspicious, so of course he’d imagined something suspicious going on. He’d done\nit before.

\n\n

“I’m sorry,” Logan\nsaid, then realized how truly sorry he was. He had been such a bad boyfriend.\nHe couldn’t believe she was still offering to let him touch her. She was the\nbest, he wasn’t worthy of her. “I’m so, so, sorry Natalie. I love you so much.”

\n\n

“I know,” she said, then stalked off ahead of him, making him race to catch\nup so he could open the front door for her.

\n\n

Chapter 9: Brutal Revelation

\n\n

“Logan!”\nNatalie called, and Logan\nleaped to his feet like a well- trained dog, hurrying to meet her in the living\nroom. “Come sit,” Natalie said, patting the seat next to her. Logan sat, but Natalie made a displeased\nnoise. “No,” she said, exasperated. “On the ground. I want to put my legs on\nyour shoulders.” She rolled her eyes at him, ending the movement with a pointed\nlook.

\n\n

“Unless you don’t want that?”

\n\n

“Of course,” Logan\nsaid, sitting on the floor in front of Natalie, leaning his back against the\ncouch. Natalie draped each of her legs over his shoulders, and when he tipped\nhis head back he could smell the sweet smell of her pussy. She kicked her heels\nagainst his stomach lightly, and he caught one of her feet in his hands,\nplaying with it for as long as she’d let him before she wiggled it away.

\n\n

“I have something to show you,” Natalie said. “I think you’re ready.” She\nleaned over, tipping her face so her dark hair created a halo around them,\ntheir own little space. Upside down, she looked adorable, maybe even cuter than\nLogan usually\nthought she looked. “You have to promise me something,” she said, her high,\nbratty voice serious.

\n\n

“Anything,” Logan\nsaid, his breath moving the curtain of her hair. Her crotch was warm behind his\nhead, her thighs on either side of his face driving him crazy.

\n\n

“Promise you’ll love me no matter what?” Logan thought of the debt he was in for her,\nthe way she’d isolated him from his friends, making him cut them off. He\nthought about how he’d given her his house. He thought about the times she’d\nhit him, the way he couldn’t even masturbate without her permission. There was\nnothing he wouldn’t do for Natalie, no limit to his love for her.

\n\n

“I promise,” he said, sincerely.

\n\n

“Good!” Natalie announced, sitting up. She pulled up a video on the TV.

\n\n

It took Logan\na moment to understand what he was seeing, his brain sputtering and refusing to\naccept it. In fact, it wasn’t the image that made him understand, but the\nnoises, Natalie’s moans, high and girly, that he both recognized and didn’t.\nShe’d never moaned for him like that, because they’d never fucked. And the\nNatalie on the TV was fucking, riding the man underneath her–James, Logan\nrealized–passionately. Her tanned hand was splayed across James’ chest, her\nbody moving across him rhythmically as he thrust inside her. Logan could see Natalie’s stomach bulging with\neach thrust, his cock big enough to make her eyes flutter each time he went\ndeep.

\n\n

Natalie must have been holding the camera, and she moved it, arms length\nfrom her, around, showing her naked body, James, the spot where their two\nbodies merged.

\n\n

It was the first time Logan\nhad ever actually seen his girlfriend’s pussy, at least close up like that, for\nmore than a moment or two. He’d seen her naked, but never with her legs parted,\nnever allowing him to really see her folds, her pink core, the hole that was\nstretched impossibly wide by a big black cock on the living room TV. The angle\nallowed him to see her asshole, too, puckered and tight-looking. Despite the\ndisgust and nausea Logan felt watching his tiny\ngirlfriend get demolished by such a big man–a man Logan had been envious of\nsince the beginning of their relationship–despite his absolute humiliation,\nsome small part of Logan\nwas still turned on. His girlfriend had a perfect body, and seeing her take\ndick the way he knew she would, sent a wave of emotions through him. Mostly\njealousy and shame, knowing other men had what he’d been denied, knowing,\nimplicitly, that Natalie had taken these since they’d been together. Natalie\nclicked a button and the image changed. Natalie was on her knees, smiling up at\nthe camera as she sucked and licked a black cock that was bigger and wider than\nLogan’s. Logan felt a sob bubble\nup and escape his mouth. Natalie sucked the cock slowly, luxuriously slow, as\nif she were enjoying it. She kissed up and down the shaft, then took the tip in\nher mouth, tightening her lips around the cock as she began to suck, bobbing\nher head down the its length. As she pulled her head back up to the tip, a\ntrail of saliva dripped from the cock. Natalie pushed her head down, eyes\nbright as she looked up into the camera. Logan\nwhimpered.

\n\n

Natalie laughed, clicking the button again. She slid down from the couch\ninto his lap, and his arms came around her automatically, even as he wanted to\nthrow her off him, to run away, hide his face forever. On the screen, Natalie\nwas on her back, socked feet in the air, her hands on her ankles as some big\nmuscular black man fucked her, their bodies slapping together wetly. As Natalie\non the TV screamed in pleasure while the man picked up the pace, Logan started to cry in\nearnest, and the Natalie in his arms watched him curiously.

\n\n

“Why Natalie?” Logan sobbed eventually, after\na few more clicks of the remote, a few more videos of Natalie getting fucked by\nmen that were not Logan.\nThe worst was one where she was bent over in bed–the bed that used to be his\nbed–facing the camera as James fucked her from behind, looking like a giant\nbehind Logan’s\ntiny girlfriend. Natalie’s face had been a mix of satisfaction and brattiness,\nthe same look she gave Logan the few times they’d touched themselves in tandem,\nher allowing him to watch her play with herself through the fabric of the\npanties he’d bought her.

\n\n

“Why not?” Natalie asked, kissing Logan’s\nearlobe. Despite everything, despite how modified and humiliated and degraded\nhe felt, her soft mouth on his ear made his eyes close. He could still hear her\non the TV, those sexy moans, the sound of her breathing, the awful, punishing\nsound of another man panting as he fucked Logan’s girlfriend. “Don’t I deserve\nit?”

\n\n

And didn’t she? Logan\nhad always said he’d love Natalie no matter what, that she deserved the world.\nThere was a sexiness in Natalie doing whatever she wanted, regardless of how it\nmade Logan\nfeel. But didn’t Logan\ndeserve something, too? Why did those men get to fuck Natalie and he didn’t?

\n\n

“Why not me, then?” Logan\nasked, voice hoarse from his tears.

\n\n

Natalie twisted in his arms, getting even closer to him. She rubbed her\nlittle body against his, and he felt her warm breath across his neck. “Because\nyou’re special,” she whispered, and Logan\nshivered. It was exactly what he needed to hear. He was special. She loved him.\nShe fucked all those other guys, and of course she did, look at her, but she\nwas still his girlfriend. He was important because he was Natalie’s and some\npart of him loved how much further he’d slipped under her control. His devotion\ndidn’t waver, even as his heart broke.

\n\n

Logan\nglanced at the screen. The camera was pointed towards Natalie’s feet, her toes\ncurling into the bed. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. It\ndidn’t matter, nothing mattered to him except that Natalie was happy. He was\ncomplete if she was satisfied, and, judging from her screams on the TV, she was\nvery satisfied.

\n\n

Chapter 10: Total Submission

\n\n

Logan\ngasped, clutching at his head. Natalie stood in front of him, giving him an\nalmost pitying smile. In her hand swung a small device with a bright light,\nwhich she switched off and pocketed. Memories were returning to Logan, memories he\nrealized Natalie had been stealing from him for months, using whatever that\nstrange little device was to make him forget. But now he was remembering, and\nthe pain of it–and the memories themselves–made him dizzy.

\n\n

They started from the very first time they’d met, the party where he’d been\neyeing Natalie from across the room for most of the night. Suddenly, Logan could remember her\nslipping away with a man, returning with her hair a little wild, her makeup a\nlittle smudged, her eyes very dark and hungry. There were a few more memories\nlike that, Natalie clearly having returned from a romp. There was a memory\nwhere Logan\nfound a used condom in Natalie’s trashcan and she laughed at him, plucking it\nfrom his hand and hitting him across the face with it before dropping it into\nthe trashcan again and pulling out her device. There were memories where Logan\nquestioned Natalie about where she’d received certain gifts, and she told him\nhonestly they were from her other lovers, making hot jealousy flood through\nLogan, only to disappear as she hypnotized him with her mysterious device.\nAgain and again, Natalie cleaned up her little messes, erasing evidence of her\ninfidelity that would have added up to a clear picture for Logan to see, once and for all, that Natalie\nwas seeing other people. But that wasn’t all. As it turned out, Logan had caught her many\ntimes. In fact, it seemed like Natalie wasn’t too concerned about Logan catching her at\nall. She’d laugh at him, call him a name or two “dummy loser, pathetic cuck,\nstupid little doormat”, and then she’d hypnotize him with her flashing device\nand he’d be none the wiser.

\n\n

Logan had even caught Natalie having sex with\nJames, walked in on Natalie with his massive black cock up her asshole, her\nface twisted into a look Logan\nhad never seen on her before. No wonder James had seemed amused every time he’d\nseen Logan.\nHe’d been fucking Natalie literally right in front of Logan’s face and he hadn’t known.

\n\n

One time, Logan remembered painfully, he’d come over to visit Natalie–on\nValentines Day, his arms full of flowers and chocolates–and dropped everything\non the floor in shock. Natalie had been with not just one man but five, one in\nevery hole, her tiny hand wrapped around one cock while someone else fucked her\nfeet. She hadn’t seen him for nearly ten minutes, too focused on taking the cocks\nin various holes, only noticing him when the men switched positions, her eyes\nlocking on his, a laugh in her face.

\n\n

“Take a seat,” she’d said. “They’re almost done.” He’d been frozen in place\nas they’d finished with his girlfriend, getting in a line to take turns using\nher mouth until they came across her face and tiny tits. He’d watched her, the\ngirl who said “ew” when his cum touched her, let them cum all over her cute\nface like it was the tastiest thing she’d ever had.

\n\n

The humiliation of it was overwhelming. Having it all come back to him,\nevery memory crystal clear as if it had happened the day before, at once was\ntoo much. Logan\nfell to his knees. Natalie took a step closer to him, her hand touching his\nhair. The old Logan, the Logan\nbefore Natalie, would have pushed off her hand, pushed her, even, and left. But\nshe’d broken him, changed him down to the core, and all he could do was lean\nhis face into her hand, closing his eyes and inhaling the smell of her.

\n\n

“I’m not going to stop,” she said, and Logan\nnodded, his eyes still closed, his face–his life, really– still in her hands.\n“I have no interest in fucking only one man all my life. And they have bigger\ncocks than you,” she said, and it sounded almost reasonable.

\n\n

“Okay,” he croaked, and Natalie petted his face almost lovingly, but not.

\n\n

“You can still be my favorite pet, if you’d like,” and the way she said it\nwas like she was offering him a treat, giving him a gift. He was going to\nappreciate it.

\n\n

“I’d like that very much,” he said, finally opening his eyes to meet her big\neyes, gazing down at him with possessiveness. “I want to be your submissive\npet.”

\n\n

“And I’ll be your Goddess,” she told him. He nodded. “God- dess,” he said,\nreverently.

\n\n

“You’ll continue to pay for my lifestyle,” she said, and Logan agreed. “And I’m going to continue to\nnot fuck you,” she added, her voice so sweet it made Logan choke.

\n\n

“I understand,” he agreed.

\n\n

“If you’re good I’ll let you touch me,” Natalie promised, and that was\nenough for Logan.\nEven being near her was enough for Logan.

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