Veronica was sure she prepared for this holiday more than Christmas. "Steak and Blow Job" day started out tame enough a few years back when Logan teased her about it – recommending they go to a fancy steakhouse for dinner and then playfully informing her that he may need a blow-job later, because it was "the day" for such things. She enthusiastically agreed with the plan but only if she got to do it her way and when they got home she proceeded to lash his wrists to the metal bed frame with two of his expensive blue Armani ties and slowly sucked his cock until he was just on the verge of coming, but pausing before his release, working him into a sexual frenzy before letting him finish about an hour after they started. This set off a chain of events that neither one expected as they decided to start exploring this kinky new side of their relationship in greater depth. Now, three years later, Veronica began her search for BDSM gear online shortly after New Year's, the preparation for this day being as much fun as Christmas itself.

"Echolls - don't forget to pick up your steak," she called out from the bathroom the morning of March 14, as she applied her makeup. "It should be waiting for you at the butcher shop on Argyll."

Logan stuck his head back into the bathroom a giant grin spread across his face. "I won't, Mars. Thanks for the reminder."

There was something about him using only her last name during these sessions that made her instantly moist – and she reciprocated by calling him by his last name as well. When they switched and it was her turn it was to bottom - submitting fully to his dominance - she became equally wet at the mention that she was her Master's 'Pet' for the night.

But tonight, it was all about him – she would get off as well of course, but tonight her greater reward was the delicious twisting of his chiselled body as he begged her for eventual sexual release. Knowing she was in complete and utter control of a man who was always so in control of everything – a military airplane, his toned body, his entire life – gave her a thrill beyond orgasm. Through their play, she had discovered the true thrill of the mind-fuck and it was a glorious sensation.

Thinking back now, hours later, as she adjusted her stay-up black silk stockings under her new black latex tank dress allowing her fingers to slide briefly over her bare pussy, she smiling at the memory of her name on his lips and how she would put those beautiful lips of his to work later on her soon. Slipping into her three-inch black heels, she pulled at the hem of her tight skirt so it came just below her naked buttocks before striding out of the bedroom and downstairs into the kitchen. Knowing he should be home any minute, she walked over to the stove and moved the cast iron skillet from the counter onto on the burner, arranging everything Logan would need to make himself his dinner near the stove – olive oil, salt and pepper, a pair of tongs. Striding over to the kitchen table, her fingers skimmed the sex toys laid out in a perfectly symmetrical tableau under the kitchen light for Logan to see, but not to touch. Before she began her set-up she had pulled the black-out drapes closed throughout their house, making sure no one could see in or out and now the late afternoon sun was so completely blocked that she was starting to believe it was actually night time.

The key turning in the door made her heart speed up and her hand shook slightly as she smoothed it down the front of her tight, shiny dress. Hearing him on the other side of the door leading into the kitchen, Veronica positioned herself against the table, her ass cheeks perched on the sharp edge of the wooden surface, sending a shiver across her skin that continued as Logan's footsteps came closer and closer.

Pushing open the swinging door, he paused in the doorway holding a small brown bag of groceries, his eyes opening wide at the sight of her.

"God damn..."

"Close that mouth of yours, Echolls – you have a job to do before you get any of this." Her tone was low and firm as she tried to keep a giddy smile from spreading across her lips at the thought of what would happen tonight.

The corner of his mouth twitched and she could tell by the way his eyes lit up that he was game for what she was offering. Arching his eyebrow at her, his head dipped slightly as he kept his gaze on her, crossing the room to place the bag on the counter. Pivoting toward her, his hands clasped behind his back at attention, his shoulders straightened as he waited for her orders. His gaze wandered for a split second from her over to the assortment of toys laid out on the table and his breath hitched as he refocused on her.

Dragging her teeth across her bottom lip, Veronica sauntered towards him, one spiked heel in front of the other. "I know what you want, Echolls, but you have to earn it. Got it?"

Logan's response was a tight nod as he pulled his spine straighter. "Yes, I understand."

Stopping just inches from him Veronica's hand pressed against his chest, feeling his heart pounding against her palm and his shoulder twitched as if he was about to reach out and touch her, but stopped himself. This wasn't their first time and he knew the rules – he did nothing without her say so – and touching without her permission was definitely off limits if he wanted to cum tonight. Drawing her manicured fingers up to his cheek, she caressed his stubbled face gently, following the tight skin on his cheeks with her middle finger before continuing down under his chin, across his Adam's apple, to rest at the top button of his khaki uniform shirt. In her heels she was nearly his height, something that always helped her feel dominant around him.

"Take off your clothes, Echolls. I have something else for you to wear."

Veronica's voice was low and thick with dominance. During these play times, Pony was relegated to her crate in the finished basement – lest the tone in their voices during these times confuse the poor beast.

Silently, Logan began doing as he was told; unbuttoning his shirt before removing his pants and underwear, leaving them in a pile on the floor, having not been told what to do other than this one act. Veronica stood stone still watching as his tanned body revealed itself to her and a deep heat rose from her core at the sight of him standing there at attention – every muscle tensed in alert – his cock already hard and ready for her. Letting him stand in the chill of the room, Veronica walked back to her arsenal of toys and picked up Logan's outfit for the evening. Holding it up by one finger, she waved it playfully at him.

"We can't have you cooking like that – here's your apron. Put it on and get to work."

Stepping towards her, a wide grin spread across his face, deep crevices in his cheeks as he took the black latex apron from her, dropping it over his head before reaching around his back to close the large metal buckle through the wide silver grommets. Veronica licked her lips hungrily, trying to hold herself back from walking over and dragging her tongue across his nipples as they peeked out from behind the bib of the apron...or better yet, sliding her hand under the short hem of the garment to stroke his cock. There was time for that later, she reminded herself.

When he turned to walk away, Veronica bit her thumb nail as she watched his tight ass cheeks move through the back opening of the apron. Striding over to the stove, he turned on the burner under the pan, and the clicking of the pilot echoed in the silence of the room before the flame ignited, the blue flame reflecting slightly against the shiny latex. Pouring a bit of oil in the skillet, Logan left it to heat while he took out his steak from the packaging; all the while Veronica's eyes followed his ass as he moved around the kitchen, making his meal.

Giving her head a small shake, she turned away from him as the steak began to sizzle in the pan, preparing the next part of her plan. Scooping four sets of padded restraints from the table, she moved to the other end, squatting to connect one padded black leather restraint to the leg of the wooden chair, followed by the other before moving up ever so slightly to connect another pair to each side of the slotted backrest. With a nod of appreciation at her work, Veronica picked up the plate from the place-setting along with the steak knife and fork, and wandered back to Logan near the stove.

"Put the steak on this when it's done and cut it into pieces, Echolls. Make sure they're small enough for you to chew."

He cocked her eyebrow at her, throwing her a side-glance from his position near the stove. "No asphyxiation-play tonight, Mars?" A twisted grin crossed his lips as he spoke.

"Not on purpose, no. And Heimlich-ing you isn't part of it either."

"I hope the 'licking' part is." Logan chuckled, reaching across the stove to turn the burner off.

"Mouthy little bottom tonight, aren't you Echolls?" Veronica's hand slipped under the apron to grasp one ass cheek, giving it a tight squeeze, her nails digging into his thick flesh. "That may cost you."

A growl of pain and pleasure rumbled through his chest and she responded by dragging her nails up his bare back before releasing him, watching as his face contorted in a twist of pain to the soft release of relief. Taking a quick glance at the red nail marks that now covered his skin; she smiled at her handy work. They had both agreed that she would never punish him with slaps or lashes, but she knew from their time together at Hearst that when she dug her nails into his back while they were fucking, his cock would grow even harder inside of her and she used that now whenever they played together in this way.

"When you're done, take off that apron and bring your food to the table, Echolls. It's time to eat." Tossing her instructions over her shoulder, she strolled to the table, positioning herself behind the chair, her hands resting along the top.

Transferring the steak to the plate, Logan turned, his eyes growing wide at the sight of what she had prepared. Sliding the plate onto the counter, he quickly cut it up into pieces before holding it up in presentation as he walked towards her, keeping his eyes locked with hers. Putting it down at the allotted place setting, he unbuckled the back of the apron and pulled it over his head, dropping it in a pile on the floor.

Veronica smiled, sweeping her hand above the chair. "Best seat in the house tonight – put your sweet bare ass on it, Echolls."

Logan inhaled a deep breath, a shudder rushing over his skin and Veronica caught the ripple of his muscles before he turned and lowered himself into the chair, his arms dropping loosely at his sides. Moving to stand in front of him, she observed his submissive form for a moment. As he waited for her to act, his eyes ran the length of her dress, his tongue darting across his lips to moisten them before his teeth dragged across them.

"What is your safe word tonight?" Veronica quirked her eyebrow at him, a smirk spreading across her lips.

He couldn't seem to help the taunting grin that spread across his face before his answer. "Backup."

Rolling her eyes, she let out a huff of annoyance. Logan enjoyed changing his safe word every time - telling her he would never use it so why bother anyway - and each time he managed to pick something that made her suppress a laugh.

"Fine. Backup it is." Pressing her lips together firmly, she tried to push the image of her beloved dog out of her head and get back to her original plan.

Crouching in the small space between the chair and the table edge, she steadied herself for a second, grasping his knees as her eyes naturally fell to his semi-hard cock just inches from her. Once again, she put herself in check, resisting the delicious idea of leaning down to suck the glisten of pre-cum off the head of his cock and instead, reaching down to wrap the first restraint cuff around his ankle, securing the heavy buckle tightly around him. Spreading his knees slightly, she aligned his next ankle and bound it with the restraint. Dropping to her knees, she leaned across his body and caught his wrist, feeling his pulse hammering against her fingers as she slipped it into the cuff and secured it. As she moved to the other side, Veronica could feel the electricity between them as her breasts passed close enough to his chest to radiate warmth, yet far enough to keep him on edge. Quickly securing the last restraint, she smiled at her handiwork before slipping out from under the table.

Perching her ass on the edge of the dining table once more, Veronica picked up the fork and stabbed a piece of steak, waving it in the air slightly as Logan's eyes followed it.

"First the 'steak' part of 'Steak and Blow Job' day. But remember, the second half only happens if you do as I say, Echolls."

"I understand." Logan nodded, shimmying slightly in the restraints.

As she brought the fork up to his lips, Logan opened his mouth and took the piece of meat, chewing it quickly before swallowing as Veronica readied another piece.

"Hungry tonight, aren't you?"

He nodded again before opening his mouth silently begging for another piece. This time, however, she bypassed his mouth and slipped it into her own mouth, chewing slowly as he watched. Loading the next piece, she fed it to him and he devoured it again before watching her take the next piece, back and forth until the plate was empty.

Dropping the fork on the surface with a clatter, Veronica pushed it back out of the way before sliding herself onto the table, her stiletto heels coming to rest on each of the arms of Logan's chair, her legs spread wide in front of him. Hiking the hem of her dress up around her waist, Veronica watched Logan's eyes fix on the smooth folds of her exposed sex as she inched to the edge, pushing against the chair as she presented herself to him.

"Now, Echolls...it's time for dessert."

Veronica's fingers slipped between her legs, spreading her labia to him, her clit already throbbing with anticipation. Leaning towards her, Logan pulled at the restraints, the cuffs around his wrist keeping his arms back behind him as he leaned into her lap. His lips clamped down around her vulva, sucking hard at her delicate flesh and a high keening rose in her throat.

She knew that this was the ultimate torture for him – tasting her but unable to touch her in any way other than with his mouth. He always took great pride in the many, many ways he would uses his fingers, his knuckles, and once in a while, even his fist to stimulate her as he ate her. Or even on those evenings, when they would make love, slowly, gently, how his soft hands would run across her skin, caressing her as she writhed underneath him. But not tonight. Tonight, she wouldn't allow it.

Releasing her, his tongue began to flick the tip of her engorged sex rapidly, sending a flush of wetness through her. Changing his position Logan moved his tongue to reach deep inside of her, lapping at her juices as he continued to pull against his restraints. Anchoring her free hand behind her on the table, Veronica arched into his mouth causing his tongue to explore deeper inside of her. Her wet hand moved from her sex to fiercely grasp Logan's hair, holding him between her legs.

"More!" she growled. "You need to make me cum, Echolls. If I don't cum, you don't cum, got it?"

His head nodded into her flesh as he murmured something unintelligible causing the most amazing vibration through her. Switching his position back to her clit, Logan caught her pulsing flesh between his teeth, gently biting down and she screamed in ecstasy before he continued his accelerated lashing of the sensitive skin with the tip of his tongue. Veronica's body began to shake, a series of expletives now filling the room as they fell from her mouth. Glancing down at Logan's body, a surge of power flowed through her, watching his arms shake in their held position stretched behind him, sweat glistening across his skin as he worked her with all of his strength. Closing her eyes, she gave in then, letting her orgasm wash over herself in a blinding white light. Logan's breath sent a cool tingle over her wet skin as he gave a self satisfied chuckle before sitting back in the chair, his face glistening with her cum.

She stood, pulling her skirt down over her ass again as she kept one hand on the table to steady herself against the light-headedness of her orgasm. Switching back to her dominant self, Veronica shoved back the table, the legs screeching across the tile as she made room for herself in front of Logan's chair. Pacing over to her arsenal of toys, Veronica chose her next tool in her plan for Logan's exquisite torture. Running the three rolling wheels of the small spiked pinwheel across her hand, Logan's eyes lit up with delight at the sight. She knew that this was one of his favorite toys – just sharp enough to leave tiny marks but not sharp enough to penetrate his skin. Coming to stand in front of him, she spread her legs slightly at attention feeling her cum mixed with his saliva drip from her lips as she continued to roll the tiny torture device across her hand.

"Now comes the real fun, Echolls. Just remember, no cumming until I say you can."

Fidgeting in the chair, Logan smiled up at her. "I promise you Mars, I won't cum until you tell me to."

Veronica dropped to her knees between his and smiled up at him. "Good. Then let's get started, shall we?"

Taking his cock in her mouth her tongue swirled around the head, taking in the salty taste of his cum and he gasped, bucking his hips involuntarily against her before she released him, a moan of dissatisfaction falling from his lips. Cradling his cock in her hand, she slowly ran the pinwheel spikes across his sensitive head, down the shaft and back again.

"Fuck, shit Mars...fuck does that feel good." The words fell from his lips as his head lolled back on the chair, his body surrendering to her.

Lifting his semi-hard cock up, she dragged the pinwheel over his balls and he cursed again, his body shaking underneath her as she continued back and forth, his cock shrinking in her hands.

This was what she loved about torturing him in this way – the complete control she had over every part of him; his mind, his body. The fact that they had grown to a place where they could put their trust in the other to the extent that they surrendered their entire being in such an intimate way made these nights even more thrilling to them both. Even though their playing caused physical pain, they knew they were completely and utterly safe in each other's hands.

Rolling the pinwheel up Logan's body, she pressed firmly as she crossed the delicate peak of his nipples, and he cried out as his flesh hardened. Leaning in, she dragged her tongue across it slowly, soothing the momentary pain before running the pinwheel spikes over it again. Moving to the other side, she repeated it with his other nipple as he cried out.

"Fuck, Mars. More. I need fucking more." His legs shook and his hands grasped the rungs of the chair, keeping himself from reaching out to touch her.

A smirk crossed her lips as she stood, shaking her head. "Demanding now? Not playing by the rules, are you, Echolls?"

"When have I ever played by the rules, Mars?" He snarked, his eyes narrowing as a twisted grin crossed his lips.

Grabbing him by the hair, she pulled his head close to hers as she leaned in. "Then I guess I'll leave you here to rot Echolls. I'm sure you'll be able to hear me masturbating in the other room, but you'll be here – by yourself – just imagining me and that huge dildo you bought me having fun without you. Then what fun would that be for you?"

"Alright, Mars. I'll be good. I promise - just stay - please stay." Logan whispered in her grip and she nodded, releasing her grasp before walking back over to her toys.

It wouldn't be a session with Logan if there wasn't some clap-back from him – it was part of their normal life – why wouldn't it be part of their fantasy life too.

Placing the pinwheel back on the table, Veronica picked up a long chain of clips, gathering them in her palm and returning to Logan.

"First new toy – just for you." Sliding the bead down the shaft of the tweezer-like clasps, she opened its jaws, catching his nipple between the edges and he gasped, wincing in pain. "Hope you like them,"Veronica cooed as she slid the bead upwards to tighten the clamp on his flesh.

"Fuck." He hissed through gritted teeth. "Fuck, yeah."

Nodding, she pulled the chain across and clamped the second clip to his nipple, causing him to moan in pleasure and pain once more. "Just wait, there's more."

Stretching the length of the chain out, she took the third clip – with its pincer-like grasp - and crouched, moving his cock out of the way and taking a pinch of his scrotum, attaching the padded clip to his thin flesh.

"Shit!" Logan's body lurched forward, his eyes widening before he dropped back against the chair.

"That's the reaction I hoped for," Veronica stated as the attached the final clip to the opposite side of his balls, watching as another large bead of pre-cum leaked from his cock. "Now for the real fun."

Licking the head of his cock clean, Veronica cradled his shaft, watching it twitch from the heat of her grasp. She continued to lick him ever so gently, giving him waves of pleasure to offset the pain she had placed on him. Slowly he began to harden and she smiled at her handiwork, his deep blue veins straining against his thin skin on his cock. Placing her fingers at the base, she rocked back a bit, opening her mouth before pushing forward, taking his cock deep into her mouth. He was too long for her to take all the way down her throat and instead, she wrapped her fist around his exposed shaft, pausing for a moment as he shook in her clutches.

"Fuck, Mars. Fuck...fuck..fuck.." His voice was low and tense and she knew he was trying not to cum right then and there.

Sliding back off his cock, Veronica stroked him with her hand, pausing for a split second with only the head between her soft lips before plunging herself down on him again taking him all the way to the back of her palate. Her ministrations started slowly, back and forth, passing her tongue across his shaft, back and forth as he moaned above her. His cum mixed with her saliva allowing her to move faster along his member, increasing the friction between his flesh and her hand and mouth. As she continued, his mewls and moans of pleasure filled the room making her wet again as she continued to work his body with hers. Logan's thighs twitched and he thrust against her, trying to seek relief and she knew he was close to cumming as his balls tightening in anticipation.

And that's when she stood - rapidly removing her body from his before he could cum in her mouth. A sharp cry of pleasurable angst rose from Logan as he thrashed against his restraints, his body still seeking release.

"Not yet." Veronica growled, her eyes narrowing at him, and he let out a deep gasp of exasperation.

"Please. Fuck, Mars, please," he begged, his pecs heaving as he worked to catch his breath. "Please let me cum. Please."

A smile twitched across her lips as a surge of powerful energy raced through her. She never knew which she enjoyed more – being dominant over him, or submitting to his dominance. There was something about listening to him beg for his release that made her wet in a way she never thought possible before they started playing in this way.

She raised her heel, clenching the edge of the table for balance, and lowered the tip of her shoe down slowly to press against his hard cock. Logan groaned from the pressure, knowing that satisfaction was not coming, yet.

"No, no, no. I said, not yet." The red sole of her high heel pressed harder into him and she watched his cock begin to retract under the weight.

When she was sure he was completely flaccid again, she removed her foot, planting it firmly on the ground and walking around the table towards the toys. Picking up the large Magic Wand vibrator – with its bulbous head the size of her fist and long, heavy shaft - Veronica glanced over at Logan, his glassy eyes still fixed on her every move. Her hand passed over the clear latex attachment designed to fit over the head – the cylinder of which was studded with small dots. Biting her lip, she pondered her next move before picking up the sheath and a small bottle of lube and sauntered back towards him, placing both of her choices on the end of the table.

With a quick click of a button, the vibrator came to life, the sound of intense buzzing filling the space and causing Logan's eyes to go wide as he sucked in a deep breath through clenched teeth. Waving the wand near his face, Veronica leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

"You've been so good so far, Echolls. You've done such a good job – first you made me cum, then you stopped yourself from cumming. I'm impressed."

"Thank you," he murmured his breath heavy on her skin.

"Let's see if you can keep it up with this between your legs."

Lowering the vibrator, she positioned it against his balls as the sound of it humming against the wooden chair changed its pitch. Logan cried out at the stimulation and she smiled at him gleefully before catching his lips with hers, silencing him for a moment. His entire body contracted and he gasped in her mouth, unable to hold her deepening kiss. Giggling, she kissed his cheek before continuing on down his jaw line, to his neck, along his pecs, and pausing at his hard, clamped nipples. Veronica's tongue darted quickly across one and his body jerked back in response before she moved over and licked the other, eliciting a deep moan. Continuing, she kissed down the middle line of his abs, lowering herself back onto her knees in front of him, her gaze fixing on exactly what she needed. His semi-hard cock twitched as if asking for her to come closer and she responded by catching it between her lips, sucking it back into her wet mouth.

"Oh fuck. Mars! Fuck, please."

Steadying herself with her free hand, she adjusted the vibrator to press harder against his balls and he shifted, trying to get away from the overwhelming sensation, his breathing quickening once more. This time, she was merciless, moving quickly up and down his shaft with her mouth, the sound of the sloppy wetness of her saliva and his cum now in time with the vibrating hum and punctuated by his moans and pleas. His cock hardened against her lips and she could tell by the way the skin pulled tight against his veins that he was already back at the peak, nearing orgasm quickly. A few more passes up and down his shaft and she released him with a loud popping sound as the suction released from around his member and she pulled the vibrator away. Logan's head fell forward in dismay, a stream of curses whispered under his breath as a burst of pre-cum shot from his cock, but no orgasm followed.

For a moment she watched her great hulk of a man, his skin glistening with sweat as his head fell to one side, his eyes closed tightly. She knew what it was like – this ruined orgasm – the intense endorphin rush straight through every nerve ending but without the satisfaction that would sweep through your brain. It was the ultimate mind fuck and she loved giving it as much as receiving it.

Logan's cock retreated again, going from straight attention to semi-soft in a matter of seconds and she stroked it with her fingers, gently caressing it like a precious object. She was always amazed by his cock and - no matter how many years had gone by - how holding it in her hands could send a shiver of excitement though her.

As Logan's breathing began to slow to a regular pace, she slipped the vibrator back against his balls and he groaned as she took him in her mouth again. This time, he was slower to harden and she shifted her weight to lean on the handle of the vibrator, allowing her free hand to wrap around his cock as she sucked him into the back of her throat. As her head bobbed up and down on him, she felt the vibration from the wand travel through her hand and she paused her strokes to slip the skin on his shaft down towards the head of the vibrator, letting it linger there as she continued to rise and fall along the top of his cock.

"God, Mars. Please. Please I don't know how much longer I can hold out." Logan's deep pleading mingled between his thick moans. "You feel so good...so fucking good..."

Releasing him again, she pulled the vibrator away, shutting it off as she rocked back on her heels. Reaching behind her, she grabbed the sheath and fitted one end over the head of the vibrator. Taking the small bottle of lube, she flicked the cap open and poured a small amount though the cylinder, placing the bottle back on the table before she reached two fingers down the opening and smeared the smooth liquid along the bumpy interior.

"Hope you like my other new toy. This one should be guaranteed to make you forget your name...my name...pretty much everything."

Logan's eyes went wide, following the trajectory of the vibrator as Veronica angled it near his cock. Slowly, she eased the cylinder over his member and he moaned as the tiny nubs inside began stimulating him back to full hardness. Moving the latex back and forth over him, the lube continued to give just enough friction to move while his cock grew harder and harder.

Locking her gaze with his, Veronica grinned, knowing full well what was going to happen next. With a flick of her finger, she turned on the vibrator and watched as Logan's face contorted in gloriously painful ecstasy. His muscles tensed as his body began to shake immediately and she knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer as she moved the attachment back and forth, vibrating up and down his cock. His fingers flexed and balled into fists as he fought to keep his orgasm at bay; his veins protruding through his tanned flesh. Logan's body shook against the restraints as deep cries of pleasure echoed through the house; eyes closing tightly, he begged through gritted teeth.

"Please. Mars, please..."

Dropping to her knees, Veronica increased the speed of her strokes on his cock, the vibrator now close enough for her to feel.

"Cum for me, Echolls. I need you to cum for me...now!"

Covering the head of his cock with her mouth, she sucked deeply, creating a vacuum around his sensitive flesh. With a loud cry of relief, the first shot of cum hit the back of Veronica's throat and she swallowed hard before the second one pumped inside of her, hot and salty. A third and a fourth followed and she was sure, as she drank every ounce of him down, that his orgasm would never end. But slowly, it did, with a final jerk of his pelvis against the vibrating cuff surrounding his cock. Flipping off the wand, Veronica held his cock in her mouth until she was sure every drop was sucked from him as he shrunk, growing soft in her grasp.

Rocking back onto her heels, she released him finally, looking up to see her handiwork as he slumped in the chair, his head dropped to his chest in complete exhaustion, skin glowing with sweat and the flush of orgasm.

Reaching down, she unbuckled his ankles – first one and then the other - and he stretched, groaning as she released him. Moving on to his wrists, she freed his hand, taking it gently in hers and kissing his palm, her gaze returning to his. Logan's eyes were glassy from the exertion, his hair matted from sweat, but his face glistened with a satisfaction only she understood.

"Are you okay?" She asked quietly and he nodded, a smile forming deep lines in his cheeks.

"Absolutely. That was amazing."

"Good." She replied as she shifted to release his remaining wrist. "I'm glad."

Dropping his hand she leaned in towards his chest, her fingers delicately grasping the clip around his nipple. As she released him, she blew gently across his sensitive skin, and he inhaled a sharp breath between pursed lips. Shifting to the other side, she did the same with the other nipple and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Almost done," Veronica murmured as she bent down, her head near his flaccid cock. The thick smell of musky sex pinched her nostrils and she licked her lips, knowing the entire house now smelled like them .

Cupping his balls carefully, Veronica released one of the clips from his scrotum, blowing rapidly over the fresh mark to ease his pain as Logan let out a groan. When the final clip was removed, she dropped the chain to the ground. She would deal with the clean-up later; now she needed to deal with Logan.

Removing her heels, she stood, her calves throbbing from being in the shoes so long. Pulling down the straps to her dress she shimmied it down her body, rolling her nylons down with it until they pooled on the floor. Now, completely naked in front of Logan, she offered her hand to him.

"Come with me."

Placing his hand in hers, Logan rose with a grunt of exertion, as if all the muscles in his body had forgotten how to move. Standing there, towering over her, she usually felt overwhelmed by his mass so close to her; but after sessions like this, he somehow seemed smaller, more fragile and she always wanted to care for him as best she knew how.

With a tight smile, she turned, leading him across the kitchen in slow steps until they reached the stairs. Gingerly, they climbed all the way up to the bathroom, pausing for a moment as she entered the large glass and tile shower. Adjusting the water temperature the way she knew he liked it – just enough hot water to make your skin red, yet not enough to scald – before waving her hand to encourage him in.

Stepping back, she let him pass her to stand under the large rain shower head and he turned naked towards her, closing his eyes as the water rushed down his body. That was when Veronica stepped to him, wrapping her arms around him as her torso pressed against his, her hands finding their place along the bones of his spine, her legs woven between his to become as close as possible. Closing her eyes, she sighed with satisfaction as the hot water washed over them both, fusing their bodies together. She knew they would stay that way for a while in comfortable silence – as was their ritual after such a strenuous event – before they made their way to the bedroom to fall into a deep, deep sleep.