AN: Okay, be prepared - slightly kinky smut ahead. Feel free to skip it if it might be too much for you. Will do a quick recap in the end.
After lunch Rory was already feeling a little tired - yesterday's busyness, the flight and a poorly slept night that resulted in a jetlag, plus the nerves - it was no wonder. So after lunch and a joint call back home to check on the kids, the two decided to head back to the hotel to rest. After a long walk, just being still, it really wasn't a bad outlook for either. It had really taken Rory very little to fall right asleep, snuggled into Logan's side, while Logan read a little, his palm resting in her hair most of the time.
After a couple of hours, Rory stirred in her place, and the sensation of Logan's fingers so close to her, reminded her that she really didn't come here to sleep.
"Hey," she turned to her back, looking around a little confusedly, trying to figure out how long she'd slept, as if afraid to miss something.
"It's almost 4," Logan replied, anticipating her question. He put his tablet down, deciding not to continue reading - it was work, nothing exciting or worth his time more than Rory was.
Her sigh of relief was audible - she hadn't wasted the entire day. Fixing things under a time limit wasn't the ideal scenario, but it was what they had - she liked to think that so far they'd been cautious with the time they had.
"So what should we do now?" Rory asked, wondering if he had any plans.
"Anything we want," Logan shrugged. Naturally he had plans for them for dinner, but that was hours away. "We still have a couple more questions to go through," he proposed. He'd found these questions surprisingly refreshing - these were not something people usually talked about and it took a certain seriousness to get through them - but they'd taken the time to try this, and he was glad they had.
"Okay," Rory turned to her stomach, and propper her elbow onto the pillow.
Logan pulled up the file on his phone again, he read through a couple that weren't too applicable in their case and chose another. "Well this one should be doable - list five positive characteristics of the other," Logan read out. Rory looked like she was thinking, and as she'd just woken he decided to give her a minute - "I can start," Logan suggested, and reflected Rory's position, placing his other hand on Rory's back, letting his thumb gently stroke her.
"You're a force of nature - in a good way. You actually manage to move people and things around so they end up liking you or working for your advantage. You really ought to be a leader, you know - an editor, a manager, CEO maybe?" Logan added.
Rory rolled her eyes. Based on some of her past experiences she was not exactly agreeing with it. But she did trust his opinion - it wasn't the first time he'd been right about things that she didn't necessarily see - like for example handling three kids under three.
"You're smart but I think we've already established that. You still look amazing. I've never been bored with you. And I absolutely love it when you're shy and blush," Logan said, adding in a whisper, "like this morning."
"I don't think that counts you now - blushing when embarrassed isn't necessarily a positive trait," Rory pointed out.
"Ah who cares - it is for me," Logan replied smugly, and stole a kiss from her lips anyways.
Rory pretend-groaned at his smugness - especially in the beginning it had been the thing that made her both hate him and adore him.
"I think you probably know all of this," Rory sighed. "All those girls you've dated in college, and later, have probably told you this a million times," Rory began. "You're handsome - it's like you age like fine wine almost," she said, and Logan let out a hearty laughter. Rory was in a way amazed that she was with someone this athletic, as she barely did anything other than get her exercise from playing with the kids. Though sure - lifting Emma up made up a decent 16 lb weight bell. But Logan really took care of himself - he was thinner than he'd been back in college, muscles more toned but still lean, and he really had the stamina. Rory knew he didn't work out just for her of course - it was of his wellbeing and health, both physical and mental, mostly, thinking forward, but she sure appreciated living next to someone who provided such a feast for the eyes.
"Is that your way of saying you secretly have a thing for older men?" Logan laughed, unable to stop thinking of that comparison.
"Oh don't or I won't get Asher Fleming out of my head…," Rory replied, shaking her head, laughingly. She honestly didn't understand how G could like someone who was as old as Finn - she'd never even looked at anyone more than 5 years above her age back in the day. But to her Logan still didn't look old - he was just a little different, firmer, less like a boy and a whole lot more man.
"Fine, fine," Logan said as his laughter subsided.
"Your smugness is irritating sometimes, but it works so well," Rory continued, biting her lip.
"What does it work on?" Logan decided to pick on her a little and play oblivious. Truth be told, he wasn't very used to taking compliments even if he'd heard all sorts of things said about himself, he'd even made some gossip magazines top 50 eligible bachelors one year, he didn't particularly trust most of those opinions. So if anyone's opinion counted it was Rory's.
"Making people swoon…," Rory replied.
"What people?" Logan teased.
"Fine - let's stick to me, okay?" Rory said with some annoyment in her tone. "You can make my knees a little weak, okay?" she huffed, humouring him.
"Well good, because that's the reason I do it," he replied, and kissed her again. The fluttering in her stomach was a good reminder that they weren't just attracted to each other and appreciated a lot of the same things - they also had good chemistry.
"You take care of people - I really do see everything you do for me - during the pregnancies, with the babies, the company, my family, maybe I don't say 'thank you' enough," Rory continued apologetically. "You're the guy that shows up when we need you. I just need you not to forget about yourself," Rory added, squeezing his forearm. Logan was the guy who showed up at the hospital when she was scared for someone else, he was the one that made sure she and the kids were fed and happy - even now he'd been willing to put in the effort of working on them. He put others first on so many occasions, Rory was almost beginning to feel guilty for not acknowledging these things more openly and more frequently.
"I love that you're worldly - I never had to explain to you why I might want to go on an adventure or travel somewhere, or take up a new challenge," Rory continued, looking at his eyes. Instead of the iceberg filled waters that had been between them, they were in lukewarm waters by now, not an iceberg in sight.
"Well I do believe there was this one time…," Logan noted, looking up thoughtfully. He hadn't always been happy with her choices.
"Don't go there," Rory shook her head, as her hand reached for his cheek, and gently caressed it. The time of the first proposal was always going to be a little painful. But Rory knew it was the one time her explanation of wanting to go explore the country on her own had gone to deaf ears - and looking back she couldn't blame him. She'd regretted that choice herself for years. She hadn't realized at the time how it had been Logan at his most vulnerable at the time, how it hadn't been about putting up a show or flaunting his love. He'd just made a poor decision on the way he'd handled it.
"I won't..," Logan replied, unsure why he'd even brought it up.
"I hope that doesn't go anywhere when you do get that place in New Hartford," Rory said, deliberately choosing the word 'when' instead of 'if'. She was supporting him - he deserved the same amount of support, even if it was a partly blind one.
"I promise, it won't," he assured her, his thumb still stroking her back.
"And… I love how you've always known my boundaries. You've never pushed me to do something I didn't want to do. Yes, you've persuaded me to do things I wouldn't do myself sometimes, but you always know just the way to make me feel comfortable in the end," Rory continued to list the final trait.
"Is this your way of saying that I can go get that bag you're hiding and we can explore what's in there?" Logan asked hopefully, having just briefly glanced at it's contents earlier, but as it seemed to contain a lot of smaller things he was quite curious about everything that she'd ordered.
"Fine - but I'm not saying we should try them all like now," Rory emphasized.
"Hey, you just said I'd never push you to do anything you didn't want to do - so trust me, I won't," Logan replied, and got up from the bed and went to search for the zip lock bag in question. In a way it felt like adult Christmas. How often did one really get oneself toys as an adult?
"Don't ask why I got these in particular…," Rory replied and turned to her side now, as he returned. She was beginning to blush again.
Naturally the bag contained a bottle of lube - that really wasn't something to wonder much about. Logan and Rory had been always very sexual, they were not shy to trying out new positions or even locations, especially when they were younger, but somehow they'd always gone rather vanilla on these things, and besides the one vibrator, which Rory had gotten years ago before they really got together again, they hadn't really considered getting any else. To begin with this bag, however, contained leather wrist cuffs, a blindfold, a vibrating cock ring, a remote control vibrator, and another silicone dildo. There were also two sets of what looked like two tiny balls that clung onto each other.
"What are these?" Logan asked, having not seen something like that before. Logan liked to think he knew a thing or two about sex toys, if from nowhere else then porn.
"These are called Sin Spheres, basically magnets," Rory explained.
Logan pulled the spheres apart and put them back together, sensing the strong magnetic bond that they had. "I think I get it," he said, realizing this must be something similar to clamps. They'd certainly had rough sex before, on occasion Logan even handling her a little rougher by holding her wrist above her head or slapping her ass, but they'd never really consciously tried incorporating pain into their pleasure before.
"I considered a whip but I don't think I'd like that to be honest," Rory confessed, having done a bit of homework on this. Even slapping her ass tended to distract her which sometimes worked to their disadvantage.
"And that's fine - you know your boundaries," Logan calmed her.
But the next item he got out of the bag truly surprised him. A whip was making her uncomfortable, but this wasn't? - Logan thought as he looked at the black silicone butt plug with a plastic crystal base.
Logan looked at the plug and his wife back and forth.
"I don't think we really gave it a try - maybe in the right moment and lots of lube…?," Rory shrugged, hesitantly. They'd had one incident of almost trying anal sex - a sleepy and drunken mistake that neither had really anticipated, which had ended before it really ever started - Rory feeling a little sore and Logan feeling embarrassed. The topic hadn't really been addressed again in their lovelife. Besides, now, there really was the added insecurity that Rory had - she'd had three kids. Maybe if she got used to it - she could offer him versatility?
"Okay," Logan exhaled, smilingly. It was his moment of realization for him that Rory did hold a few surprised as well.
The bag also held a leather collar, which Logan had to admit actually looked sexy.
"You know, I never really said this to anyone," Rory began, holding up two small bell-shaped objects made of silicone she'd fished out from the bottom of the bag as the final item. "But breastfeeding actually felt really good, arousing even... sometimes," she confessed nervously. Saying that she felt aroused while one of her kids was feeding felt very taboo, and naturally at that moment she wasn't thinking dirty thoughts, but that knowing had carried.
"Like the time when I sucked your breasts in the shower?" Logan asked.
"Like that," Rory smiled, tilting her head playfully, and demonstrated on top of her top that these two items were actually supposed to be suction cups.
"My-my - my wife has a dirty mind," Logan mused, kissing her then again slowly.
That very thought that she'd done this - gotten them all of these, which was way more than they were probably going to try during this one trip, was incredibly exciting on its own. It was also opening up some new level of intimacy - actually speaking about what they liked or were curious about - so far it had mostly been about trial and error. Their college relationship had always had some reservations, they were both still learning about themselves, despite having mastered the vanilla part. That had always seemed like all they needed. But maybe as this next stage of their life this was something to explore?
"Anything you'd like to try now?" Rory murmured, just an inch from him.
Logan certainly liked her boldness - clearly her initial coyness was vanishing.
"I'd say we're warmed up by now, don't you?" Logan smirked, and picked up the collar that had caught his attention the most. It was essentially just an accessory, and perhaps it did play along with the craving for control that he'd been recognizing. But maybe that was what they needed - to play those things out in the bedroom?
"I actually have some lingerie that goes with that," Rory recalled, and got up from the bed herself.
Logan was clearly not objecting, as Rory grabbed another bag from her luggage and headed for the bathroom to change to keep him guessing.
Rory's go to lingerie these days were bodysuits, camis, babydolls and teddies so they'd at least in part hide her stomach. She knew Logan would assure her time and time again that he didn't care about any stretch marks or flappy skin, but keeping it covered was what made her feel better about herself so that's what she stuck with when it came to sexy lingerie. Not that since having the twins they had a lot of time to play around with lingerie in the first place.
Rory took a deep breath, gathering her courage to return to the room.
Logan had already thrown off the duvet cover and gotten rid of most of his clothes just the same - laying there just in his boxers, head propped up by his arm and Rory really didn't need to ask if he appreciated the view - his face hid very little when he had his guard down.
"Come, let me look at you," Logan said, rising to sit on the edge of the bed, as he held out his hand invitingly.
Rory's slight hesitancy showed, but it was cute nonetheless, and perhaps even suited this game they were playing. She took a few steps closer to him and stood in front of him, allowing him to look, fighting her shyness internally.
Logan looked over the black lace open back babydoll, which was form-sitting rather than what one normally thought of when one said 'babydoll', allowing his fingers to trace it's fabric approvingly. The fabric really only barely hid what she wanted it to hide, exposing her chest and collarbones, even her back, the light lace pattern enabling her nipples to show through it. The babydoll tied in the back with a bow. Logan appreciated how tasteful she was about these things - there were no unnecessary feathers, jewels or even screaming colors, knowing clearly what he liked.
Logan rose up from his seat right between Rory and the bed, and appreciated the way Rory stood her ground by not giving him much space between them, letting the sexual tension linger. He got the leather collar from the bed, only now noticing it had a heart in the front, moved around her and buckled it from the back, making sure it wasn't too tight.
Rory hadn't had time to try any of these things on before today, but she certainly hadn't expected the heavy but at the same time secure feeling the collar created.
Logan wasn't quite sure what he was feeling - there was definitely some conflict in him over the idea of controlling her. She looked sexy as hell - no doubt about it. But there was definitely a lot to learn about this dynamic, and about himself in this new role as well.
The wrist cuffs were next, but to Logan's surprise they were separate with no connector between them so he wondered whether that was Rory's way of saying she just wanted them to be decorative.
"There's a carabin in my purse," Rory said, surprising Logan again.
As Logan went to retrieve the carabin, he thought to himself that wished he'd himself feel more confident doing this - he kept second guessing himself whether he was doing this right - did she want her hands in the front or back, up or down? But it didn't seem to be a game where one asked the other - it was a game of control after all.
Rory was surprised how these items on her body, her hands now hooked in the front, but allowing her to move them up as well, actually made her feel more confident than before. There was trust between them - she knew he would take care of her. There was something exhilarating in giving up control.
Logan stood behind her, letting the anticipation linger, breathing to her neck. He began with slow teasing strokes with the back of his fingers - first her shoulder, arms, then down her legs and back up along the inside of her legs, keeping a good 3 inch distance from her core at this point.
He really took his time, making Rory experience each tantalizing stroke - the effect they were having on her showing well in the way her breathing changed and occasion she swallowed hard as the anticipation of what he would do next carried. She closed her eyes and could feel Logan trace the inside of her thigh - she was sure he could smell her excitement building from there.
Logan then appeared in front of her, surprising her as her eyes had been closed and his fingers hadn't stopped contouring her back while he'd moved around her. Logan took that as a hint and got the blindfold off the bed, deciding she clearly didn't need sight, having noticed her voluntarily closing her eyes a couple of times already. This was a game of extreme attentiveness as well - reading even her minor movements, impressions and sounds.
Rory almost shivered in excitement. Her nervousness was calmed by the kiss that followed, Logan holding her chin, and the almost bruising kiss that relaxed her. She could sense how much he wanted her as he stood close to her, one of his legs between hers, letting her feel his warmth on her thigh.
Next he kissed her behind her ear and down her neck, just above her collar and down her collar bone. Kisses were laid between her breasts as low as the bustier allowed. His roughness startled her for a second as she felt him grab both soft bra cups and pull them down underneath her breast with a slight tear in the fabric.
Logan was a little shocked himself, how good that had felt.
He grabbed her breasts with both hands, feeling them as if inspecting the goods. He was still fluctuating, attempting to find his character in this game. Next, feeling like perhaps that had been too much, he licked her nipples, swirling around them and then repeated with the other. Just as she was about to think he was done with them she felt him blow cool air onto her nipples, and the cool silicone on one of her nipples that had created a vacuum.
"Safe word?" Logan asked in a whisper. He'd seen enough porn and pop culture to know it was a thing.
Rory really didn't know what to say and said the first thing that came to her mind, having not thought she might need one - "customs?" she said, and heard Logan attempt to hold back his chuckle, trying to stay in character.
The other nipple, however, didn't quite get equal treatment as Logan decided to try the magnetic spheres instead. Just like with the cup, its application and the pressure she finally felt caused her to express a low moan.
Logan knew he shouldn't really ask, but he couldn't help it, breaking character - "which one feels better?"
"The last one," Rory admitted, feeling the nipple throb. She was surprised by how much she liked it.
"Duly noted," Logan replied and removed the cup, replacing it with the other set of spheres.
Rory let out a small, yet delicious, whimper, which was replaced by a content look in a few seconds. Damn, she looked amazing like that - the spheres almost making it seem like she had pierced nipples. It was like a completely other woman in front of her, but no - it was still his Ace, she smelled the same, and tasted - the curves were all in the right places. It felt like discovering a walled-in room in your house that one never knew existed.
"Gorgeous," Logan said in a satisfactory tone, as he looked over her. He felt a strange urge to add 'good girl' but he was unsure if that was weird or not, and held his tongue this time.
In the meanwhile Logan let her stand in anticipation for a moment, deciding to choose this moment to step out of his boxers, his arousal long standing in full mast by now.
He could tell Rory was getting impatient, not knowing what would happen next, and that actually seemed like half the fun.
The next moment he cupped her mound with his fingers through the mesh panties she was wearing, firmly, feeling the moisture that was dripping through the sheer fabric, causing her to gasp in surprise. He was close enough for her to feel him on her thigh again.
He wanted her too badly to delay this much longer, and pulled her panties down with a swift movement, letting her shake them off her legs until they reached the floor herself.
His fingers reached past her mound, causing another moan, and he noticed her biting her lip. She was deliciously ready and he'd barely had to work for it.
Logan, however, didn't feel like just wanting to take her. He wasn't sure what it was - surely most men would when faced with a gorgeous woman who'd submitted to them like this? More than anything he wanted to reward her.
Rory could sense Logan's closeness, and the lack of kissing being unfamiliar to her. When she'd almost expected him to just bend her over and take her just like that, and she would've been glad to take it - already needing him. Normally she would've just spoken out what she wanted but this time there was an unspoken agreement that she wasn't supposed to voice her wishes. This whole thing was a lot more about giving up control and less about getting something fast or rough - definitely not what she'd expected.
Instead Logan turned her around, and positioned her to lie down on the bed, her hands over her head and her legs over the edge of the bed, and sank down between her thighs. Having simmered in anticipation, the feel of his tongue on her was exquisite, causing her to arch her back and buck her hips along with his strokes. The sensation was almost as magnificent as the sight.
Logan added some fingers, and much sooner than he'd believed, the deprivation having made her a lot more aroused than usual, her core clenched around his fingers, his lips still stucking on her clit, as her thighs held his head between them.
He moved to hover above her then, kissing her, and with a swift movement of his fingers removed the spheres from both breasts, causing her to gasp. He gently licked over them, as if healing them. Wanting to see her eyes again he pushed the blindfold away. The way her blue eyes looked at him took his breath away, and with that, he pushed himself into her causing her beautiful lips to part.
This was no longer a game of control, this was deliciously slow lovemaking - calm savoring thrusts feeding the longing they'd both felt. Wanting to kiss her, having missed that part during the foreplay, he took his time, enjoying the kissing and deviously tantalizing rhythm. In this speed he could withhold his climax several times, while he witnessed her unravel in front of him, and a deliriously satisfied smile appearing on her lips. It only took him a few final quicker thrusts to become undone.
They laid there, panting, limbs intertwined for a while, Rory having unhooked her carabin herself.
"Did you like that?" Logan breathed heavily.
"Uh-uh," she replied, adding a devious "Master and Commander," with a teasing smile.
AN: So I hope that wasn't too fifty shades for you (honestly that movie was just too blah to even compare). But I wanted to do this in a bit of an explorative way - they're both exploring this new territory and learning new things about each other (and themselves). There are so many ways of doing (light) bondage which doesn't always have to be rough and demeaning. More than anything I wanted this to be about trust and small surprises.