I can't think of anything else

Logan craves me all day long.No matter what he’s doing, no matter where he is, he just can’t get me out of his head.

He still can’t believe everything I’ve made him do.

Shaving himself smooth.

Showing me his pretty, desperate face.

Moaning and begging for my cock like the pathetic little whore he’s become.

And yet—he can’t get enough.

No shame. No second thoughts. Just need.

So it’s no surprise that the moment he gets home, he’s stripping off his clothes, dropping to his knees, and begging—pleading—for me to use him.

Begging to be treated exactly like what he is:

My needy little bitch.

Because Logan knows he doesn’t exist for anything else anymore.

He exists to serve.

To please.

To be used.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.