Loveland Vol.2

Chapter 3

Autumn

That night at around 7, we all sat down together for dinner. I made Logan's favorite. Lasagna. I watched as the kids scarfed theirs down, neither saying a word. Nobody said anything actually. There was an obvious tension in the room. Hanging over our heads like a dark cloud. I watched as Logan pushed his food around his plate. Hardly taking 3 bites. His eyes were tired, his posture slumped over. He wasn't the same as he was before. I wanted so desperately to reach over and take his hand, assure him that whatever it was that was doing this to him m, we would get through it together. But when the moment came, I decided against it, fearing I would receive the same response Machaela got from him earlier. I just wanted my Logan back. I looked down at my full plate of food and realized I too had lost my appetite. 

 I stood up to clear the plates as the kids washed up for the night. Logan didn't move or even register that dinner was over. He just stared into his plate. I wondered what he was thinking. I stood over him, silently begging for something anything to happen. I decided to try. Carefully I spoke. 

"Logan...Logan can you please look at me?" He stayed perfectly still. Not even looking up. I tried again. 

"Logan! I don't know what's going on with you. I don't know if it's something that I did that has changed your feelings towards me, or what but I know that I didn't like how you talked to Machaela earlier today. It would be one thing if you were like this all the time, but this isnt like you. Your scaring me, not to mention the kids too." He then looked at me, this time his eyes weren't blank, they were full of one emotion. Anger. He stood up almost menacingly, towering over me. When he finally spoke his words were full of ice. 

"Autumn, don't ever tell me how to raise my daughter. Mind your own business." I was taken aback by the sting of his words. But I was also enraged. I took the plate full of lasagna front he table and threw it into the wall, just barley missing logans face. 

He whirled his body around to face me. Hopefully the kids were far enough away that they didn't hear what was happening, the look on his face at that moment told me I had went too far. But I didn't care. I needed something from him. Some sign of life inside of him to show me he was still in there. 

"What the f**k is wrong with you Autumn!?" He screamed at me. Saliva dying from his mouth. The way he snarled my name made me nauseous. 

"What's wrong with me!? Are you kidding me right now? You've been walking around like a zombie for weeks and if your not catatonic your screaming at me or the kids. Ray told me you've been acting crazy at work too." I knew that set him off. But I didn't care. I was getting something out of him and I wasn't going to stop. As he pushed past me into the kitchen, I tried to grab a hold of his arm to stop him, but he jerked away from me. He then yanked open the fridge And grabbed a beer. 

"Another drink Logan? Is that the best thing you can do? Get wasted?" I said with tears forming a ball on my throat. Something occured to me in that moment that I KNEW would infuriate him, but it needed to be said, for perspective. 

"You know, Paul use to get drunk like this. He hated me so much that he couldn't stand to be sober when he was near me. I guess I really do know how to pick them huh?" I turned my back to him and started to walk away, I heard him take two large steps before his massive hand took hold of the back of my neck, pulling me backward and onto his hard angry chest. His hand reached around to hold me under my jaw. He squeezed just enough as he said in my ear, his breath on my neck. 

"I'm NOTHING like that prick. And just in case you forgot, I'm about to show you why" his teeth grazed my jaw and neck as he spoke. Spinning me around, he then threw me over his shoulder, carrying me in the direction of our bedroom. I struggled in his arms screaming for him to stop and put me down. He ignored my efforts completely as he carried me. When stopped it was at the foot of our bed. The 4 massive mahogany posts now looked so intimidating as I was thrown through the air and landed in a heap on the soft mattress. He looked massive standing in front of me. I was eye level with his belt buckle, and I could see his enormous erection through his jeans. I spoke softly trying not to make the situation worse. 

"Logan please, the last time we did this you hurt me. Please Logan, I wasn't trying to make you mad... I just want us to be happy again. I don't understand what's going on with-" I was cut off by his lips smashing into mine. I had to admit after so long of not being able to do this, it felt nice. But it was aggressive. I winced from pain as his hands took hold of my hair, yanking my head back. I saw his hand reach in between us to unzip his pants. Then it was out. His incredible d**k was exposed, he was stroking it feverishly. Before I could protest his hand jerked my hair again. 

"Get on your hands and knees. Now. Your gonna suck me until I tell you to stop. Do you understand me?" His words sounded so cold and distant. But I loved him. And silently I prayed that this would somehow bring him back to me. But deep down I knew it wouldn't. I opened my moth and was prepared to take him into my throat, but before I could Logan shoved himself inside so far back I gagged. I had no control as he pushed and pulled my head up and down on his c**k. I struggled to breathe and tried to push hik out of my mouth. But I just couldn't. I managed to look up at him trying to make eye contact as my head aggressively bobbed up and down. Tears started to pool in my eyes as his balls slapped my chin. Just then he pulled out of my moth with a loud pop. I attempted to crawl away from him. But he grabbed me by my ankles ripping my jeans off. He took hold of my panties and ripped them to shreds. I pushed my hands into his chest and clawed at whatever flesh I could make contact with, but to ko avail. He held both my hands down with one of his massive hands and used the other to pry my legs apart. 

  Even though all of this was terrifying and even a little painful, a small part of me enjoyed the thrill of it all. Two fingers from his free hand slipped into my p***y, just grazing my clit. It sent shock waves through my body and without meaning to gasped in delight. Upon discovering that I was wet and not only ready but wasn't hating all of this, Logan's eyes lit up with a fury. Ripping open my top, the buttons went flying everywhere. Without hesitation he thrusted himself deep inside me, causing me to moan loudly. I watched him close his eyes and give in to what we were feeling. He then pushed my knees up until my thighs were flat on the bed. The way he pounded my p***y relentlessly made my whole body shake and rattle. I needed this and so did he. 6 or 7 pumps and I could tell he was unraveling. On the 10th my entire being exploded, causing my toes to curl, my eyes go roll completely back into my head, and I surrendered to the void. Logan writhed and bucked on top of me pouring his seed. I could feel it, warm and pooling inside of me.   

  I thought he would be spent and would pass out, as that's exactly what I wanted to do. But instead he looked around as if he was coming back to reality. Then he looked down at me almost in disgust. It was an earth shattering look. He pulled his pants up and exited the room without another word. 

My heart, or what was left of it was slowly breaking.