Logan Hayes and Claudia Zacchara

Mature

Slave For You

Spring of 2008

The savage and intense way his lips fuse to her starts her bones shaking with an animalistic raw hunger.

He could snap at any moment. Instead of making her want to run away, that makes her wet and

ready for whatever he brings on.

Her nails dig into his shoulder as she hangs on for all she's worth. She doesn't want to tame him. She would never be here with him if he was more sane than crazy, more calm than erratic, more like them- the rest of the messed up world- and less like her.

He might kill her if she pisses him off. Or at least try. And that makes her heart beat so fast that she can't even think about anything but getting his zipper undone and getting it undone now.

But she can't do that. She doesn't get to decide what happens right now. That's all on him.

Its familiar to feel nervous, off balance....like her life is on the line. That is how she has lived for as far back as she can remember and now that is all she knows. That's what comfortable. He taps into that better than any man she's met since she moved back home.

It feels right to be just a little terrified as he lifts her right off her feet, pushing her skirt up and her underwear aside, his mouth joined to hers in a brutal assault, and takes her without any foreplay at all with her back is pressed up against a concrete pillar in her Daddy's garage.

All day long- every glance across the room when his cold, nearly dead steel eyes meet hers- the game they play without saying a word, that's their foreplay. Him looking at her like she is lunch....that's all it takes to make her body warm up, remembering the last time he was inside of her and wasn't playing nice.

Remember how loud she screamed and how he covered her mouth with his hand.

He's rough with her but she likes it that way. Every second they are not alone, she's in charge. But when its just the two of them, he's the one who calls all the shots. She says where they meet, when they meet, and she demands he doesn't call her doll, sweetheart, sexy thang or any of his other Texas bullshit endearments that she's heard him toss around so carelessly to other females but once its just him and her, eye to eye, breathing shallowly and not talking....then Logan dominates Claudia, every thrust, every kiss, every position, everything he wants to do to her he does without her every trying to control a thing.

He grabs her wrists and pins them above her head, making the black dress she has on stretch taut across her body, then his tongue slips out and wets his lips, as he makes her wait for it.

The seconds tick by like years in Claudia's mind as she feels her body tensing around him, until finally his tongue swipes over the hard pebble her nipple has become. Right through the fabric of her dress he lavishes attention on it until she is panting in frustration because she wants to feel his mouth on her bare skin. But he will do what he wants to do....and that is the best part for her...knowing she can't yank out a gun and make him obey, like she does on the streets, and she refuses to use the little helpless girl tactics that she pulls out to make mob rivals and her father think she's weak.

With Logan, she is dominated but she feels stronger than at any other moment during the day.

Because she picked him out of every man she could have had....and she picked right. There is no doubt that he gets her. He gets why it has to be fast and dangerous and feel like swallowing down death when she comes....he gets why its not roses and champagne and fancy hotel suites. He gets the rage burning through her mind, tearing up her soul.

And he digs it.

She wants to scream because it feels so good, his body stroking hers, but she instead whispers out her pleasure....loving the fact that if she does break and scream they will get caught, and wouldn't everyone in the mansion be shocked to learn what goes on out in the garage when no one is looking. And not just the garage....the backseat of the limo, the basement, the laundry room, anywhere there is not a camera or a gaurd. It has to be close to the house because it would take too long to drive across town to a motel.

Claudia barely even knows what she is saying: his name, curse words, yes, jibberish, she isn't sure.

Hell she might have even let a please slip out.

When it comes to sexual partners, she's had good before and she's had great but she's never had anyone like Logan. It's a rare brand of crazy they share...but they do..together they are combustible.

Kerosene, a torch, and a wood pile. It makes her pant to think she's drifting this close to the fire.

She will get burned eventually. The only question is when.

He grabs a fist full of her hair, hisses in her ear, "Come for me," and that's all it takes to send her spiraling over the edge, her legs wrapped tight around his back as his breathing changes and his face contorts. "Fuck yeah, just like that."

A wicked sin tainted grin creases over Claudia's lips as Logan eases his hold on her hair and his body relaxes. She clings to him for a moment, the first tender one between them that night. This part never lasts long.....the mutual comfort allowed in the afterglow...a minute or two and then its back to their separate corners, their vastly different worlds.

She doesn't waste time wishing for that to be different- for him to be different. It is what it is. She's realistic about why they can't be a couple.

Maybe he could have been her man, if he hadn't screwed up every chance he ever got to make something of himself. If he was more than a chair-pusher murse for her Daddy. But he had. He was. He couldn't run shit with her...and Claudia wasn't about to compromise her plans or change her standards for nobody's ass.

She was gonna run Port Charles, one way or another, whether the likes of Corinthos, Morgan,

her father and his lawyer believed it or not. It might take time-and she might have to be a whore, liar, killer and thief first- but she would run that city...and Logan wouldn't be running it with her.

But that wasn't what she wanted to think about as he moved away from her body that night causing

her five inch high heels hit the floor again. She didn't want to think about when they weren't able to be all the other needed anymore.

Because, for now, they were. And, for now, Logan Hayes gave her just what she wanted most. Mind shattering orgasms in private, and "Yes, ma'am," in public.

The best of both worlds.

He was staring at her, with his ever probing, slightly menacing glare- the one that bordered on criminal, the one she liked the most- when she patted his face and whispered "Thanks, doll," with a smirk.

He looked like he didn't want to smile back at her, at least his eyes never lightened, but the corner of one side of his lips turned up, as if he couldn't fight off the grin. "Get back to work."

Yes, sir, she thought as she watched him walk out of the garage. When he saw her later it would be back to business as usual, until the next time she sent him a text: Pool house. Five minutes.

Then he would be the boss, and she wouldn't his "Ms. Zacchara." She would be his slave, and love every sweaty, body clenching, glorious moment of it.

THE END