Fic: The Ropes That Bind Me Leave No Marks By Their Knots, NC17, LoVe
A Veronica Mars FanFic
Title: The Ropes That Bind Me Leave No Marks By Their Knots
Author: Zaftig_darling
Pairing/Character: LoVe
Word Count: 4600
Rating:NC17
Summary: Sequel to Resolution and Reconciliation This is mostly PWP
Spoilers: All three seasons
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of Veronica Mars. No copyright infringement is intended.
This was written for dragynflies and betaed by the fabulous vanessagalore
The title of the fic is from a Josh Ritter song, "You Don't Make It Easy Babe"
What begins as a romantic dinner in a quiet Italian restaurant turns into a long walk on the beach at sunset. The long walk leads to a frantic make-out session on a lounger in front of Logan's new beach house, which quickly becomes an awkward backwards fumbling two-step towards the privacy of Logan's home.
He pulls her into the bedroom and she lies down on the bed. Logan lies down next to her and notices that she is staring at the ornate headboard, which is composed of several thick wooden vertical poles, connected with pieces of wrought iron ivy.
For a moment she appears to be lost in thought, staring so intently at the head of the bed, that Logan misinterprets her curiosity for distaste.
“I know it’s kind of an ugly headboard,” Logan says to her. “It belonged to the previous owners - they left it here, with the dressers. I’m going to replace them. I was kind of hoping you might want to help me go shopping for some things.”
Veronica looks back at him. “It’s not that I hate it, it’s just…never mind.”
Logan is torn between wondering where her mind went and being so hard he can barely think.
He leans down and kisses her mouth hungrily. He begins to lick and nibble down her throat but finds that she is staring, once again, at the headboard as he sucks on a spot midway down her neck.
“Logan?” she says.
He stops and looks at her, his face expectant and hopeful.
“I want you to, um…I want you to do something,” she says.
“What, baby, what do you want?” He is rubbing himself against her thigh and is almost desperate for release.
Veronica looks away from him, clearly uncomfortable with what she is about to ask.
Veronica clears her throat and pulls away from him a little. Logan’s eyebrows wrinkle as he looks at her in confusion. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks, anticipating her request and not wanting her to see the depths of his disappointment.
“No,” she says. “I want you to…” The rest of her sentence is lost and garbled as she rolls away from him, whispering and pressing her face against the sheets.
Logan bends his face towards hers and says, quietly, “Veronica? I didn’t hear you.”
She turns back towards him and her face is dark red with embarrassment. She bites her lip.
“I want you to tie me to the bed,” she says, so very quietly that he thinks he might have misheard her, but then she looks back up towards the headboard meaningfully, and he’s suddenly quite certain he didn’t misunderstand.
Logan is surprised, and more than a little excited - but simultaneously distrustful of her motivations.
He brings one of her hands to his mouth and kisses her palm gently.
“I’ll do whatever you want me to, Veronica,” he says. “But I want to know why.”
She rolls towards him and buries her head against his shoulder. “During my internship,” she says, tentatively, “we had these trust exercises with the other interns.”
Logan’s entire body stiffens and he pulls away from her, misinterpreting her meaning. “You let the other interns tie you to a bed?” he asks, horrified and jealous.
“No, no,” she says quickly. “I had to stand in front of another intern and fall backwards and trust that they would catch me.”
“Okay,” Logan says, confused.
“It was…it was really hard for me,” she admits. “I didn’t believe that the other person wouldn’t let me fall.”
“I’m not at all surprised,” Logan says. “You’ve had some pretty horrifying consequences, in your life.”
“My FBI advisor, she, uh…she made me try twenty-five times. And the last time, I did it, but only because I lost my balance. I didn’t really mean to give in.”
“What does this have to do with me tying you to the bed?” Logan says, still not surprised. Veronica’s inability to trust has played a starring role in his life the past two years.
“At my final evaluation, I was told that my ‘pathological inability to trust teammates could be a barrier to further employment with the Bureau.’”
“Okay,” Logan says again.
“And the thing is, I want to be able to trust people. I do. I mean, people who I SHOULD be able to trust. I want to be able to trust you, in particular. And I know I have control issues. So I thought, maybe, if I let you do something, where I had to let you be in control…”
“You want me to tie you to the bed so you can trust me?” Logan asks.
She breathes out, “Yeah, something like that.”
“I’m not sure I want to expand our sex life to include bondage simply as a trust exercise,” Logan says cautiously, but he knows he is almost incapable of denying her anything.
She rolls away from him and says, “It was a stupid idea."
“Hey,” he slides his body around hers. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it. You’re sure you want this?”
“Yes,” she says.
Logan gets off the bed and rummages in his closet until he finds a necktie that he isn’t attached to. He climbs back onto the bed and says, in his best, most commanding voice, “Give me your hands.”
She is surprised for a moment and then reaches both of her hands out towards him.
He gently knots the tie around one wrist and then the other and begins to pull them both towards the center pole of the headboard, but Veronica shakes her head.
"That's not..." she starts to say.
He looks down at her and says, "Hey, we don't have to do this, you can change your mind."
"No, I mean, this isn't how I imagined it," she whispers.
"You've been imagining this?" he asks, suddenly much more aroused, and wondering if this a true fantasy for her and not simply a pragmatic trust exercise.
She nods and blushes, turning her face away from him.
"Tell me exactly what you've been imagining," he demands, his voice low and rough with arousal.
"I, uh...usually I imagine that my wrists are tied kind of...far apart," she says.
"And then what happens?" Logan eyes are burning as he looks at her.
"And then you tell me...that you want me to...to..." she hesitates.
"To what?" he pushes.
"You tell me that you want me to make-you-come-with-my-mouth-and-then-you-are-going-to-make-me-come-over-and-over-until-I'm-begging-you-to-stop-and-then-you-are-going-to-make-me-come-one-more-time-after-that," she blurts out so quickly that it takes him a moment to process what she's said.
"You've put a lot of thought into this," he teases her gently. "Just how often have you been imagining this scenario?"
She blushes again and does not look him in the eye when she says, "Every night for the past two weeks."
Logan bends his head down and kisses her gently. "Let's see what we can do to make the reality as good as what you've been imagining," he says. "Stay here, I'll be right back."
He strides quickly from the room, leaving her lying on the bed, wondering what he's doing.
In the spare bedroom, he rummages in the cardboard box that contained all of the items he had not yet unpacked from his room at the Grande. At the bottom of the box is a package wrapped in red paper covered in white hearts - a gag Valentine's Day gift he had purchased on the day before they broke up over the Madison mess. (Also at the bottom of the box is another red and white wrapped package that contains a pair of perfect heart shaped ruby earrings that he had intended to give her for Valentine's Day as well. He leaves that box behind with the hope that she'll still be in his life and in his bed next Valentine's Day.)
He hurries back to his bedroom. "I think," he says, "that this package may have some useful things in it."
"What is it?" she asks.
"It was supposed to be a gag Valentine's Day present for you," he explains as he does his best to ignore the conflicting emotions that flash across her face as she is reminded of their break-up. "But maybe you won't find it humorous." He rips off the paper, revealing a box marked, "Vanilla Bondage Kit for Lovers."
Veronica's eyes go wide, and he can tell she's intensely curious.
From the box he pulls out two long white satin ropes, a white satin blindfold, a white feather on a stick, and small egg shaped device attached to a cord and a battery pack.
Veronica sits up to examine the items. "You bought this for me?" she asks cautiously.
"Yeah," he answers quickly. "Well, I bought it, you know, for us. As a joke...but, it doesn't have to be...funny."
"What is that?" she asks, pointing towards the metallic egg.
"That, according to the packaging," he picks up the box to read the description dramatically, "is a ''Magic Bullet' guaranteed to bring magic into the bedroom.'"
She bites her lip nervously as Logan picks up one of the white satin ropes.
He takes her right hand in his and gently loops the piece of satin around it. He kisses her hand, then her arm, and then he runs his tongue along her shoulder until his face is very close to her ear. "Lie back," he whispers.
Veronica does as he says, and he carefully pulls her arm towards one corner of the bed. Veronica watches his fingers nimbly make another loop with the rope, which he attaches to the headboard, and she is incredibly turned on by the way his hands do not falter. Yet, for a split second she feels a flash of jealousy, wondering why he is so confident in this knot tying, wondering who else he has tied to his bed. Her jealously dissolves as it dawns on her that Logan's skill stems from his vast knowledge of nautical knots and years of sailing with his parents, and not from any previous lover.
He moves to the other side of the bed and sits down next to her, taking her left hand and lifting it to his face. She watches him intensely as he pulls her thumb into his mouth and sucks on it. He slides her thumb from his mouth and proceeds to slide each of her fingers into his mouth in turn, sucking them gently and not so gently. She is almost panting from arousal as he ties the other satin rope around her wrist and then secures it to the corner of the headboard.
In her fantasy she had not considered the logistics of the ropes, the necessity of taking the time to secure them safely and properly, and she feels as if she might burst from the anticipation of what is to come. She is embarrassed at how turned on she is, just from watching him skillfully secure her to the bed.
"Is it too tight?" he asks, as he moves onto the bed and straddles her body.
"No," she murmurs.
Logan puts his hands on the bodice of her dress. The dress is sleeveless, a simple summer sundress with two straps that come together to tie behind her neck.
He massages her breasts through the fabric until he can feel her nipples grow hard, and she is moaning softly. He reaches his hand behind her neck and unties the straps, sliding the dress down her torso until her breasts are revealed.
"No bra?" he says, delighted. "That's almost a little bit naughty, Miss Mars." He again straddles her, this time pulling her nipple into his mouth, capturing it between his teeth and nipping carefully, not biting hard enough to hurt but enough to make her gasp.
"I have you all tied up," he whispers. "I could do...anything I wanted."
"You could," she says quietly.
Logan returns his attention to her breasts, licking first one and then the other, pulling her nipple into his mouth and sucking hard - much harder than he has in the past. He moves to her other breast and licks the flesh above her nipple.
His eyes flash with lust as he looks up at her. "Maybe I should leave a mark here? Maybe I should mark you as mine," he says, his voice low and dangerous.
He has always been gentle and tender with her, he has always been careful not to mark her skin, but the Logan in her fantasy is even rougher and demanding than the Logan who is astride her right now and she finds herself breathing out the words, "Maybe...you...should," as she is squirming and pulling against the ropes.
Logan opens his mouth wide against the tender skin of her breast, pushes against her with his teeth and sucks the flesh into his mouth. With his hand he pinches her other nipple, hard enough to make her moan, and she feels as though his hand is sending electric shocks straight from her nipple to her clit.
"Please," she murmurs, as she bucks her pelvis against his leg. He pulls his mouth away from her cleavage with a 'pop' and she knows that he has left a mark on her skin that will bloom dark and purple and that there will be no low-cut shirts for quite some time without risking the wrath of her father.
Part of her is horrified with herself for being pleased that he has left a hickey on her breast, but most of her is so horny is she doesn't care. She is so wet she is sure she must be dripping on the sheet by now, and she again tries to rub herself against his thigh.
Logan picks up the white satin blindfold and slides it over her head and down over her eyes. It feels silky and soft around her cheeks and it blocks out most, but not all, of the light.
He pulls his body away from hers for a moment, and she hears the sound of his pants falling to the floor. Then she feels his knees come down on either side of her body, nestling against the tender flesh of her upstretched arms.
Logan grips the poles of the headboard and stares down at Veronica's face on the bed beneath his jutting cock. He has considered this particular position in some of his more vivid fantasies of her, but he is completely surprised to play it out in reality. He hesitates for a moment, afraid that she will find this portion of her fantasy too intense.
As he continues to look down at her, Veronica shocks him by raising her head up and kissing the inside of his thigh, then snaking her tongue up and licking the underside of his balls. He thinks it might be the most erotic thing he has ever seen and felt, and he struggles not to come right then and there.
"What was that first part of your fantasy, Veronica?" he asks, as he reaches his hands down to slide through her hair and grasp her skull gently.
She struggles to pull her head up again, but he holds it firmly against the pillow. She turns very slightly to the side and licks the inside of his thigh once more, but does not answer.
"What was it, Veronica?" he asks again.
Her voice is barely a whisper as she says, "You...you tell me you want me to make you come with my mouth." Beneath the blindfold he sees her cheeks turn dark pink as she blushes.
His hands caress her hair and then grip her head again more firmly, supporting the back of her neck as her pulls her up slightly.
"Veronica," he growls, "I want you to make me come with your mouth."
She opens her mouth obediantly and he angles himself downward, sliding his dick between her soft lips. He pulls out most of the way before sliding back in again, further this time, until he feels resistance at the back of her throat. He worries that he is gagging her but as he pulls back again she sucks hard and makes a humming sound that causes her mouth and throat to vibrate around his shaft. He sucks in a breath of air and thinks about nothing except not embarrassing himself.
He rests his forehead against the wall above the headboard as he massages her scalp, and she continues licking and humming around him.
"Do you like sucking my cock, Veronica? Does it make you wet? Are you hot for me?" He pulls himself out of her mouth so she can answer and when she murmurs, "Yes," it's almost more than he bear. "I want to come in your mouth, Veronica," he hisses, hoping this isn't too much for her. He slides out, giving her the opportunity to turn her head away from him if he's gone too far, but she sucks him back between her lips insistently. He thrusts himself into her warm and willing throat three more times, holding her head perhaps harder than he should but unable to control himself, and he comes hard, shaking with the intensity of his emotions, the sound of him groaning her name filling the room.
He drops his forehead heavily against the wall and continues to shake for a few more seconds. After a moment he climbs off of her and sits down on the side of the bed next to her, watching her breathing hard and moving her pelvis up and down, almost unconsciously.
Logan reaches for her dress, which is pooled around her waist. He grasps the skirt and pulls it down over her hips, sucking in air when he sees she isn't wearing any underwear. "All through dinner," he asks, "you sat through salad and pasta and gelato, with NO underwear on?"
She nods, smiling a wicked little smile. "God, that's hot," he says, suprised to find his dick twitching with renewed arousal so soon.
He picks up the Magic Bullet from the bedside table and turns the dial on the battery pack so that it is buzzing at a low speed.
She turns her head towards the noise as he lays down next to her, kissing her sloppily, tasting himself on her tongue.
He touches the vibrating bullet against her nipple and she jumps. "Have you ever used one of these before?" he asks her.
She shakes her head.
"Never? Not even all by yourself?"
"No," she whispers.
"I think," he says gleefully, "that you might like it."
He brings the toy down against her pubic bone and she breathes in sharply.
"What was the next part of your fantasy?"
She turns her head away from him and refuses to answer, blushing again, but she moves herself against his hand and the bullet, trying to maneuver it against her clit.
"I think, the next part was where I make you come and come and come until you beg me to stop, and then I make you come one more time after that. That sound about right?"
She nods and becomes frustrated that he is insisting on keeping the vibrator nestled against her pubic bone.
"Please," she whispers.
"Please what?"
"Please, please touch it to my...touch it to my...oh god, you know where I want you to put it," she whimpers.
"I think I want to hear you say it, though," he says, running the toy in circles through her soft pubic hair, but deliberating keeping it from where she most wants it.
"I can't," she moans in frustration.
"You can," he insists. "I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want, Veronica."
"Please, Logan, just...please put it on my...put it on my...place."
"Your place?" he says. "I'm sorry, Veronica, but you have LOTS of places," and he pulls the bullet down and touches it against the back of her knee.
She actually snarls at him in frustration as she snaps, "Oh, god, Logan, fuckdammit, you know what I want! I want to come so bad, I just...just, put it on my...please...put it on my...clit."
With that he moves it to precisely the right spot and within 15 seconds she is climaxing explosively, crying and mewling and writhing in the ropes.
He moves the bullet away from her as she comes down from her orgasm, but he quickly puts it against her nipple, traces circles around her aerola, turning the speed from low to medium.
"Was that good?" he whispers in her ear.
"Mmmmmm," she answers, "So good."
"I think your fantasy involved some more orgasms," he says, almost casually.
She pulls slightly at the ropes and he looks carefully at her hands to make sure they aren't turning purple. The ropes are still not too tight around her wrists, and he's glad he used a bowline. The knots are even more secure as she puts tension on them, but the loops that hold her tiny hands have remained the same size.
"You don't have to..." She starts to say, but he covers her mouth with his own and kisses her hard. He resumes circling her nipple with the vibrating bullet. For several minutes he is lost in the simple pleasure of kissing her, but eventually she is grinding her body against him and panting in his ear.
He moves the toy down her body, rolling it under his fingers. She laughs and squirms as he sets it in her belly button, and tries to buck it away. "That tickles," she says. He moves it downward and he sets it against her clit once more. She jumps against his hand.
He moves it lower still, until it is pressing against her entrance. She is absolutely dripping and she makes a gutteral sound in her throat as holds the bullet there. He carefully slips first one, then two fingers into her, and then he squeezes the bullet between his index and middle fingers and slides it inside of her, pressing the buzzing toy against the front wall of her cunt.
She cries out wordlessly and begins to hump his hand unabashadly. He lowers his head and buries his nose in her pubic hair, breathing in the scent of her excitement. He slides his tongue against her clit and and begins a slow circular pattern of licks, while at the same time tapping the bullet inside her in a steady rythym.
"Oh fuck yes, oh god yes," she cries as the headboard shakes from the intensity of her orgasm, her arms flailing against the restraints.
Logan pulls the bullet from inside her as he continues to lap slowly at her clit. When she is breathing hard but no longer quivering, he turns the bullet to it's highest setting and lays it gently against her pubic bone again.
"No," Veronica whispers. "No, no more, it's too much, I'm too sensitive...it's too much."
"I want to make you come one more time, Veronica," Logan says quietly, gliding the bullet down and stopping it against her swollen clit. She cries out again and pulls away.
Logan takes the vibrator away from her body and straddles her, laying down on top of her, careful to support his weight on his arms and knees. He kisses her neck and pulls her earlobe into his mouth, sucking hard.
"You have a safe word, Veronica, okay?" he whispers, pulling the blindfold from her face.
She is tossing her head from side to side and he's not sure she understood him. "Veronica, look at me," he commands, and her eyes open to meet his own.
"I want to finish your fantasy, Veronica, but if it really is too much, you have to say your safe word. You have to say..." he stops to think for a moment, as he continues to kiss her neck. He's incredibly turned on and he's stroking his length against the back of her knee, and he tries to think of the least sexual word he can imagine.
"Zimbabwe," he says finally, "If you say "Zimbabwe" I'll untie you, okay?" he whispers.
Veronica nods, and he pulls open the box of condoms next to the bed, and quickly rolls one down his aching cock.
He maneuvers his hand between them and places the bullet once more against her throbbing slit.
"I came so hard, I don't think I can come again, I don't want.." she murmurs, but he keeps rubbing it against her, waiting to see if she'll say her safe word.
Instead she groans and turns her mouth to kiss his neck.
"I want to make you come one more time, Veronica. I want to make you come with my cock buried deep inside you. I'm going to fuck you until you come, I'm going to fuck you so good," he whispers to her, as he parts her legs.
He positions his dick at the juncture of her legs and rubs the tip against her clit. She gasps and pulls at the ropes again. He wants to slide into her with deliberate slowness, but as he begin to sink into her wet heat it feels so amazing that he cannot control the urge to slide into her in one quick thrust.
"Logan," she says, and he opens his eyes to look at her.
"Does that feel good?" he asks.
"I...I don't know," she says, as he continues to thrust in and out. "I feel like...I feel like every nerve in my body is on fire," she pants. "It feels good, and it feels, oh god, it feels so intense, it feels like...oh god," she moans, having no more words to describe the intense feelings of pleasure coursing through her.
Logan feels his own climax approaching, she is so tight and wet and hot around him, and he's not sure he will be able to fulfill her fantasy of this last orgasm. He concentrates on maintaining a steady pace and on sliding deliberating against her clit with each downward stroke and moments later he is rewarded for his persistence and self-control when he feels her cunt begin to contract, clutching him like a vice. He groans emphatically as he fills the latex barrier between them, and allows himself to collapse down on top of her for just a minute.
From beneath him, she squeaks, "Logan, I can't breathe." He quickly rolls off of her and then gathers her in his arms, kissing the top of her head. His eyes are heavy and he closes them for just a second.
He awakes to the sound of her whispering. "Logan? Logan?" He glances at the clock and is suprised that an hour has past.
Veronica grins up at him in the lamplight. "Zimbabwe," she says. He laughs.
"You should have woken me up sooner, I didn't mean to fall asleep and leave you all tied up," he says.
"I fell asleep, too," she says. "But then I woke up, and my fingers were alseep."
Logan stands up to release the ropes, but he sees that in the last hour she has clearly been trying to free herself, pulling hard on the restraints. The harder she pulled, the more more secure the knots became, and now she continues to pull on them, making it impossible for him to let her go.
"Veronica," he says, "I know it's counter-intuitive, but with this kind of knot, you need to move your arms towards the headboard, you need to release the tension on the rope, or I can't untie you.
Her fingers are looking swollen and she's clearly more than a little concerned as she pulls against the ropes once more.
"Trust me," he says, gently. "Stretch your arms up towards the headboard."
She looks at him, disbelieving, but stretches her arms out and up towards the poles that anchor the knots. As soon as the tension is released, Logan is easily able to untie the knot, and she pulls her arms around her body, relieved to have her freedom of movement returned.
Logan climbs back into bed massages her fingers as they lay spooned together.
"So, do you think that was a successful 'trust excercise'?" he asks.
"Oh yes. Yes it was. I might even call it a roaring success with a climactic ending," she answers.
He turns off the lamp and they lay together in the dark.
Just before he falls asleep he says, "Next time, YOU tie ME to the bed?"
"Absolutely."
THE END
Title: The Ropes That Bind Me Leave No Marks By Their Knots
Author: Zaftig_darling
Pairing/Character: LoVe
Word Count: 4600
Rating:NC17
Summary: Sequel to Resolution and Reconciliation This is mostly PWP
Spoilers: All three seasons
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of Veronica Mars. No copyright infringement is intended.
This was written for dragynflies and betaed by the fabulous vanessagalore
The title of the fic is from a Josh Ritter song, "You Don't Make It Easy Babe"
What begins as a romantic dinner in a quiet Italian restaurant turns into a long walk on the beach at sunset. The long walk leads to a frantic make-out session on a lounger in front of Logan's new beach house, which quickly becomes an awkward backwards fumbling two-step towards the privacy of Logan's home.
He pulls her into the bedroom and she lies down on the bed. Logan lies down next to her and notices that she is staring at the ornate headboard, which is composed of several thick wooden vertical poles, connected with pieces of wrought iron ivy.
For a moment she appears to be lost in thought, staring so intently at the head of the bed, that Logan misinterprets her curiosity for distaste.
“I know it’s kind of an ugly headboard,” Logan says to her. “It belonged to the previous owners - they left it here, with the dressers. I’m going to replace them. I was kind of hoping you might want to help me go shopping for some things.”
Veronica looks back at him. “It’s not that I hate it, it’s just…never mind.”
Logan is torn between wondering where her mind went and being so hard he can barely think.
He leans down and kisses her mouth hungrily. He begins to lick and nibble down her throat but finds that she is staring, once again, at the headboard as he sucks on a spot midway down her neck.
“Logan?” she says.
He stops and looks at her, his face expectant and hopeful.
“I want you to, um…I want you to do something,” she says.
“What, baby, what do you want?” He is rubbing himself against her thigh and is almost desperate for release.
Veronica looks away from him, clearly uncomfortable with what she is about to ask.
Veronica clears her throat and pulls away from him a little. Logan’s eyebrows wrinkle as he looks at her in confusion. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks, anticipating her request and not wanting her to see the depths of his disappointment.
“No,” she says. “I want you to…” The rest of her sentence is lost and garbled as she rolls away from him, whispering and pressing her face against the sheets.
Logan bends his face towards hers and says, quietly, “Veronica? I didn’t hear you.”
She turns back towards him and her face is dark red with embarrassment. She bites her lip.
“I want you to tie me to the bed,” she says, so very quietly that he thinks he might have misheard her, but then she looks back up towards the headboard meaningfully, and he’s suddenly quite certain he didn’t misunderstand.
Logan is surprised, and more than a little excited - but simultaneously distrustful of her motivations.
He brings one of her hands to his mouth and kisses her palm gently.
“I’ll do whatever you want me to, Veronica,” he says. “But I want to know why.”
She rolls towards him and buries her head against his shoulder. “During my internship,” she says, tentatively, “we had these trust exercises with the other interns.”
Logan’s entire body stiffens and he pulls away from her, misinterpreting her meaning. “You let the other interns tie you to a bed?” he asks, horrified and jealous.
“No, no,” she says quickly. “I had to stand in front of another intern and fall backwards and trust that they would catch me.”
“Okay,” Logan says, confused.
“It was…it was really hard for me,” she admits. “I didn’t believe that the other person wouldn’t let me fall.”
“I’m not at all surprised,” Logan says. “You’ve had some pretty horrifying consequences, in your life.”
“My FBI advisor, she, uh…she made me try twenty-five times. And the last time, I did it, but only because I lost my balance. I didn’t really mean to give in.”
“What does this have to do with me tying you to the bed?” Logan says, still not surprised. Veronica’s inability to trust has played a starring role in his life the past two years.
“At my final evaluation, I was told that my ‘pathological inability to trust teammates could be a barrier to further employment with the Bureau.’”
“Okay,” Logan says again.
“And the thing is, I want to be able to trust people. I do. I mean, people who I SHOULD be able to trust. I want to be able to trust you, in particular. And I know I have control issues. So I thought, maybe, if I let you do something, where I had to let you be in control…”
“You want me to tie you to the bed so you can trust me?” Logan asks.
She breathes out, “Yeah, something like that.”
“I’m not sure I want to expand our sex life to include bondage simply as a trust exercise,” Logan says cautiously, but he knows he is almost incapable of denying her anything.
She rolls away from him and says, “It was a stupid idea."
“Hey,” he slides his body around hers. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it. You’re sure you want this?”
“Yes,” she says.
Logan gets off the bed and rummages in his closet until he finds a necktie that he isn’t attached to. He climbs back onto the bed and says, in his best, most commanding voice, “Give me your hands.”
She is surprised for a moment and then reaches both of her hands out towards him.
He gently knots the tie around one wrist and then the other and begins to pull them both towards the center pole of the headboard, but Veronica shakes her head.
"That's not..." she starts to say.
He looks down at her and says, "Hey, we don't have to do this, you can change your mind."
"No, I mean, this isn't how I imagined it," she whispers.
"You've been imagining this?" he asks, suddenly much more aroused, and wondering if this a true fantasy for her and not simply a pragmatic trust exercise.
She nods and blushes, turning her face away from him.
"Tell me exactly what you've been imagining," he demands, his voice low and rough with arousal.
"I, uh...usually I imagine that my wrists are tied kind of...far apart," she says.
"And then what happens?" Logan eyes are burning as he looks at her.
"And then you tell me...that you want me to...to..." she hesitates.
"To what?" he pushes.
"You tell me that you want me to make-you-come-with-my-mouth-and-then-you-are-going-to-make-me-come-over-and-over-until-I'm-begging-you-to-stop-and-then-you-are-going-to-make-me-come-one-more-time-after-that," she blurts out so quickly that it takes him a moment to process what she's said.
"You've put a lot of thought into this," he teases her gently. "Just how often have you been imagining this scenario?"
She blushes again and does not look him in the eye when she says, "Every night for the past two weeks."
Logan bends his head down and kisses her gently. "Let's see what we can do to make the reality as good as what you've been imagining," he says. "Stay here, I'll be right back."
He strides quickly from the room, leaving her lying on the bed, wondering what he's doing.
In the spare bedroom, he rummages in the cardboard box that contained all of the items he had not yet unpacked from his room at the Grande. At the bottom of the box is a package wrapped in red paper covered in white hearts - a gag Valentine's Day gift he had purchased on the day before they broke up over the Madison mess. (Also at the bottom of the box is another red and white wrapped package that contains a pair of perfect heart shaped ruby earrings that he had intended to give her for Valentine's Day as well. He leaves that box behind with the hope that she'll still be in his life and in his bed next Valentine's Day.)
He hurries back to his bedroom. "I think," he says, "that this package may have some useful things in it."
"What is it?" she asks.
"It was supposed to be a gag Valentine's Day present for you," he explains as he does his best to ignore the conflicting emotions that flash across her face as she is reminded of their break-up. "But maybe you won't find it humorous." He rips off the paper, revealing a box marked, "Vanilla Bondage Kit for Lovers."
Veronica's eyes go wide, and he can tell she's intensely curious.
From the box he pulls out two long white satin ropes, a white satin blindfold, a white feather on a stick, and small egg shaped device attached to a cord and a battery pack.
Veronica sits up to examine the items. "You bought this for me?" she asks cautiously.
"Yeah," he answers quickly. "Well, I bought it, you know, for us. As a joke...but, it doesn't have to be...funny."
"What is that?" she asks, pointing towards the metallic egg.
"That, according to the packaging," he picks up the box to read the description dramatically, "is a ''Magic Bullet' guaranteed to bring magic into the bedroom.'"
She bites her lip nervously as Logan picks up one of the white satin ropes.
He takes her right hand in his and gently loops the piece of satin around it. He kisses her hand, then her arm, and then he runs his tongue along her shoulder until his face is very close to her ear. "Lie back," he whispers.
Veronica does as he says, and he carefully pulls her arm towards one corner of the bed. Veronica watches his fingers nimbly make another loop with the rope, which he attaches to the headboard, and she is incredibly turned on by the way his hands do not falter. Yet, for a split second she feels a flash of jealousy, wondering why he is so confident in this knot tying, wondering who else he has tied to his bed. Her jealously dissolves as it dawns on her that Logan's skill stems from his vast knowledge of nautical knots and years of sailing with his parents, and not from any previous lover.
He moves to the other side of the bed and sits down next to her, taking her left hand and lifting it to his face. She watches him intensely as he pulls her thumb into his mouth and sucks on it. He slides her thumb from his mouth and proceeds to slide each of her fingers into his mouth in turn, sucking them gently and not so gently. She is almost panting from arousal as he ties the other satin rope around her wrist and then secures it to the corner of the headboard.
In her fantasy she had not considered the logistics of the ropes, the necessity of taking the time to secure them safely and properly, and she feels as if she might burst from the anticipation of what is to come. She is embarrassed at how turned on she is, just from watching him skillfully secure her to the bed.
"Is it too tight?" he asks, as he moves onto the bed and straddles her body.
"No," she murmurs.
Logan puts his hands on the bodice of her dress. The dress is sleeveless, a simple summer sundress with two straps that come together to tie behind her neck.
He massages her breasts through the fabric until he can feel her nipples grow hard, and she is moaning softly. He reaches his hand behind her neck and unties the straps, sliding the dress down her torso until her breasts are revealed.
"No bra?" he says, delighted. "That's almost a little bit naughty, Miss Mars." He again straddles her, this time pulling her nipple into his mouth, capturing it between his teeth and nipping carefully, not biting hard enough to hurt but enough to make her gasp.
"I have you all tied up," he whispers. "I could do...anything I wanted."
"You could," she says quietly.
Logan returns his attention to her breasts, licking first one and then the other, pulling her nipple into his mouth and sucking hard - much harder than he has in the past. He moves to her other breast and licks the flesh above her nipple.
His eyes flash with lust as he looks up at her. "Maybe I should leave a mark here? Maybe I should mark you as mine," he says, his voice low and dangerous.
He has always been gentle and tender with her, he has always been careful not to mark her skin, but the Logan in her fantasy is even rougher and demanding than the Logan who is astride her right now and she finds herself breathing out the words, "Maybe...you...should," as she is squirming and pulling against the ropes.
Logan opens his mouth wide against the tender skin of her breast, pushes against her with his teeth and sucks the flesh into his mouth. With his hand he pinches her other nipple, hard enough to make her moan, and she feels as though his hand is sending electric shocks straight from her nipple to her clit.
"Please," she murmurs, as she bucks her pelvis against his leg. He pulls his mouth away from her cleavage with a 'pop' and she knows that he has left a mark on her skin that will bloom dark and purple and that there will be no low-cut shirts for quite some time without risking the wrath of her father.
Part of her is horrified with herself for being pleased that he has left a hickey on her breast, but most of her is so horny is she doesn't care. She is so wet she is sure she must be dripping on the sheet by now, and she again tries to rub herself against his thigh.
Logan picks up the white satin blindfold and slides it over her head and down over her eyes. It feels silky and soft around her cheeks and it blocks out most, but not all, of the light.
He pulls his body away from hers for a moment, and she hears the sound of his pants falling to the floor. Then she feels his knees come down on either side of her body, nestling against the tender flesh of her upstretched arms.
Logan grips the poles of the headboard and stares down at Veronica's face on the bed beneath his jutting cock. He has considered this particular position in some of his more vivid fantasies of her, but he is completely surprised to play it out in reality. He hesitates for a moment, afraid that she will find this portion of her fantasy too intense.
As he continues to look down at her, Veronica shocks him by raising her head up and kissing the inside of his thigh, then snaking her tongue up and licking the underside of his balls. He thinks it might be the most erotic thing he has ever seen and felt, and he struggles not to come right then and there.
"What was that first part of your fantasy, Veronica?" he asks, as he reaches his hands down to slide through her hair and grasp her skull gently.
She struggles to pull her head up again, but he holds it firmly against the pillow. She turns very slightly to the side and licks the inside of his thigh once more, but does not answer.
"What was it, Veronica?" he asks again.
Her voice is barely a whisper as she says, "You...you tell me you want me to make you come with my mouth." Beneath the blindfold he sees her cheeks turn dark pink as she blushes.
His hands caress her hair and then grip her head again more firmly, supporting the back of her neck as her pulls her up slightly.
"Veronica," he growls, "I want you to make me come with your mouth."
She opens her mouth obediantly and he angles himself downward, sliding his dick between her soft lips. He pulls out most of the way before sliding back in again, further this time, until he feels resistance at the back of her throat. He worries that he is gagging her but as he pulls back again she sucks hard and makes a humming sound that causes her mouth and throat to vibrate around his shaft. He sucks in a breath of air and thinks about nothing except not embarrassing himself.
He rests his forehead against the wall above the headboard as he massages her scalp, and she continues licking and humming around him.
"Do you like sucking my cock, Veronica? Does it make you wet? Are you hot for me?" He pulls himself out of her mouth so she can answer and when she murmurs, "Yes," it's almost more than he bear. "I want to come in your mouth, Veronica," he hisses, hoping this isn't too much for her. He slides out, giving her the opportunity to turn her head away from him if he's gone too far, but she sucks him back between her lips insistently. He thrusts himself into her warm and willing throat three more times, holding her head perhaps harder than he should but unable to control himself, and he comes hard, shaking with the intensity of his emotions, the sound of him groaning her name filling the room.
He drops his forehead heavily against the wall and continues to shake for a few more seconds. After a moment he climbs off of her and sits down on the side of the bed next to her, watching her breathing hard and moving her pelvis up and down, almost unconsciously.
Logan reaches for her dress, which is pooled around her waist. He grasps the skirt and pulls it down over her hips, sucking in air when he sees she isn't wearing any underwear. "All through dinner," he asks, "you sat through salad and pasta and gelato, with NO underwear on?"
She nods, smiling a wicked little smile. "God, that's hot," he says, suprised to find his dick twitching with renewed arousal so soon.
He picks up the Magic Bullet from the bedside table and turns the dial on the battery pack so that it is buzzing at a low speed.
She turns her head towards the noise as he lays down next to her, kissing her sloppily, tasting himself on her tongue.
He touches the vibrating bullet against her nipple and she jumps. "Have you ever used one of these before?" he asks her.
She shakes her head.
"Never? Not even all by yourself?"
"No," she whispers.
"I think," he says gleefully, "that you might like it."
He brings the toy down against her pubic bone and she breathes in sharply.
"What was the next part of your fantasy?"
She turns her head away from him and refuses to answer, blushing again, but she moves herself against his hand and the bullet, trying to maneuver it against her clit.
"I think, the next part was where I make you come and come and come until you beg me to stop, and then I make you come one more time after that. That sound about right?"
She nods and becomes frustrated that he is insisting on keeping the vibrator nestled against her pubic bone.
"Please," she whispers.
"Please what?"
"Please, please touch it to my...touch it to my...oh god, you know where I want you to put it," she whimpers.
"I think I want to hear you say it, though," he says, running the toy in circles through her soft pubic hair, but deliberating keeping it from where she most wants it.
"I can't," she moans in frustration.
"You can," he insists. "I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want, Veronica."
"Please, Logan, just...please put it on my...put it on my...place."
"Your place?" he says. "I'm sorry, Veronica, but you have LOTS of places," and he pulls the bullet down and touches it against the back of her knee.
She actually snarls at him in frustration as she snaps, "Oh, god, Logan, fuckdammit, you know what I want! I want to come so bad, I just...just, put it on my...please...put it on my...clit."
With that he moves it to precisely the right spot and within 15 seconds she is climaxing explosively, crying and mewling and writhing in the ropes.
He moves the bullet away from her as she comes down from her orgasm, but he quickly puts it against her nipple, traces circles around her aerola, turning the speed from low to medium.
"Was that good?" he whispers in her ear.
"Mmmmmm," she answers, "So good."
"I think your fantasy involved some more orgasms," he says, almost casually.
She pulls slightly at the ropes and he looks carefully at her hands to make sure they aren't turning purple. The ropes are still not too tight around her wrists, and he's glad he used a bowline. The knots are even more secure as she puts tension on them, but the loops that hold her tiny hands have remained the same size.
"You don't have to..." She starts to say, but he covers her mouth with his own and kisses her hard. He resumes circling her nipple with the vibrating bullet. For several minutes he is lost in the simple pleasure of kissing her, but eventually she is grinding her body against him and panting in his ear.
He moves the toy down her body, rolling it under his fingers. She laughs and squirms as he sets it in her belly button, and tries to buck it away. "That tickles," she says. He moves it downward and he sets it against her clit once more. She jumps against his hand.
He moves it lower still, until it is pressing against her entrance. She is absolutely dripping and she makes a gutteral sound in her throat as holds the bullet there. He carefully slips first one, then two fingers into her, and then he squeezes the bullet between his index and middle fingers and slides it inside of her, pressing the buzzing toy against the front wall of her cunt.
She cries out wordlessly and begins to hump his hand unabashadly. He lowers his head and buries his nose in her pubic hair, breathing in the scent of her excitement. He slides his tongue against her clit and and begins a slow circular pattern of licks, while at the same time tapping the bullet inside her in a steady rythym.
"Oh fuck yes, oh god yes," she cries as the headboard shakes from the intensity of her orgasm, her arms flailing against the restraints.
Logan pulls the bullet from inside her as he continues to lap slowly at her clit. When she is breathing hard but no longer quivering, he turns the bullet to it's highest setting and lays it gently against her pubic bone again.
"No," Veronica whispers. "No, no more, it's too much, I'm too sensitive...it's too much."
"I want to make you come one more time, Veronica," Logan says quietly, gliding the bullet down and stopping it against her swollen clit. She cries out again and pulls away.
Logan takes the vibrator away from her body and straddles her, laying down on top of her, careful to support his weight on his arms and knees. He kisses her neck and pulls her earlobe into his mouth, sucking hard.
"You have a safe word, Veronica, okay?" he whispers, pulling the blindfold from her face.
She is tossing her head from side to side and he's not sure she understood him. "Veronica, look at me," he commands, and her eyes open to meet his own.
"I want to finish your fantasy, Veronica, but if it really is too much, you have to say your safe word. You have to say..." he stops to think for a moment, as he continues to kiss her neck. He's incredibly turned on and he's stroking his length against the back of her knee, and he tries to think of the least sexual word he can imagine.
"Zimbabwe," he says finally, "If you say "Zimbabwe" I'll untie you, okay?" he whispers.
Veronica nods, and he pulls open the box of condoms next to the bed, and quickly rolls one down his aching cock.
He maneuvers his hand between them and places the bullet once more against her throbbing slit.
"I came so hard, I don't think I can come again, I don't want.." she murmurs, but he keeps rubbing it against her, waiting to see if she'll say her safe word.
Instead she groans and turns her mouth to kiss his neck.
"I want to make you come one more time, Veronica. I want to make you come with my cock buried deep inside you. I'm going to fuck you until you come, I'm going to fuck you so good," he whispers to her, as he parts her legs.
He positions his dick at the juncture of her legs and rubs the tip against her clit. She gasps and pulls at the ropes again. He wants to slide into her with deliberate slowness, but as he begin to sink into her wet heat it feels so amazing that he cannot control the urge to slide into her in one quick thrust.
"Logan," she says, and he opens his eyes to look at her.
"Does that feel good?" he asks.
"I...I don't know," she says, as he continues to thrust in and out. "I feel like...I feel like every nerve in my body is on fire," she pants. "It feels good, and it feels, oh god, it feels so intense, it feels like...oh god," she moans, having no more words to describe the intense feelings of pleasure coursing through her.
Logan feels his own climax approaching, she is so tight and wet and hot around him, and he's not sure he will be able to fulfill her fantasy of this last orgasm. He concentrates on maintaining a steady pace and on sliding deliberating against her clit with each downward stroke and moments later he is rewarded for his persistence and self-control when he feels her cunt begin to contract, clutching him like a vice. He groans emphatically as he fills the latex barrier between them, and allows himself to collapse down on top of her for just a minute.
From beneath him, she squeaks, "Logan, I can't breathe." He quickly rolls off of her and then gathers her in his arms, kissing the top of her head. His eyes are heavy and he closes them for just a second.
He awakes to the sound of her whispering. "Logan? Logan?" He glances at the clock and is suprised that an hour has past.
Veronica grins up at him in the lamplight. "Zimbabwe," she says. He laughs.
"You should have woken me up sooner, I didn't mean to fall asleep and leave you all tied up," he says.
"I fell asleep, too," she says. "But then I woke up, and my fingers were alseep."
Logan stands up to release the ropes, but he sees that in the last hour she has clearly been trying to free herself, pulling hard on the restraints. The harder she pulled, the more more secure the knots became, and now she continues to pull on them, making it impossible for him to let her go.
"Veronica," he says, "I know it's counter-intuitive, but with this kind of knot, you need to move your arms towards the headboard, you need to release the tension on the rope, or I can't untie you.
Her fingers are looking swollen and she's clearly more than a little concerned as she pulls against the ropes once more.
"Trust me," he says, gently. "Stretch your arms up towards the headboard."
She looks at him, disbelieving, but stretches her arms out and up towards the poles that anchor the knots. As soon as the tension is released, Logan is easily able to untie the knot, and she pulls her arms around her body, relieved to have her freedom of movement returned.
Logan climbs back into bed massages her fingers as they lay spooned together.
"So, do you think that was a successful 'trust excercise'?" he asks.
"Oh yes. Yes it was. I might even call it a roaring success with a climactic ending," she answers.
He turns off the lamp and they lay together in the dark.
Just before he falls asleep he says, "Next time, YOU tie ME to the bed?"
"Absolutely."
THE END