This story is a scene from one of my longer fanfics where Logan and Rory are married with kids, and have gone for a quick spa treat. They practice BDSM inspired power-play.
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Logan had been surprised when he'd learned Rory was taking him to a spa, but he really wasn't objecting. A long afternoon and the whole next day for just the two of them, somewhere on the outskirts of Èze, sounded divine. He would've been fine with a dinner and a walk around town - he'd done the fancy - it wasn't what he needed. What he needed was to know, to feel, that she wanted to spend time with him.
"So, do we have an itinerary when here or...," Logan inquired, having been finishing up a casual call from Mitchum in the car while Rory had checked them in, as they reached their suite and had just minutes ago had their luggage brought into the room and were just getting comfortable.
The room was decorated in white and golden yellow, mirror dressers at both sides of the bed and across the room. But most importantly, the room had a private terrace shaded by shrubs from the other visitors, overlooking the sea, which essentially meant that they didn't really need to bother with keeping up appearances - at least not when they didn't feel like it.
"Well...," Rory began with a sigh. "The procedures I've planned for tomorrow - you can change anything I picked out, I didn't really know what you wanted," Rory said apologetically, trying very hard to appear all confident doing this, and handed him the short list of times and places, the final couples massage taking place right there in their room. She knew that many would've wanted to start the evening off with something like that, but frankly - she herself still needed to adjust to the idea.
"I quite like the idea of you picking things out for me, you know...," Logan said, huskily, and stepped close to Rory, wrapping his arms around her hips. Her arms went around his neck, and she looked into his eyes. His eyes had always been expressive, a little secretive at the same time.
Logan stretched out his neck and kissed her, causing Rory's back to arch beautifully.
"And tonight?" he asked, as the kiss broke but their faces stayed close, already dying to get that dress she was wearing off from her.
"Tonight... well...," Rory hesitated. "It's a bit of a private spa tonight, I guess you could call it," she explained, speaking in an innocent tone. "We have some oils, bath salts, the bath and the private jacuzzi and pool... Dinner is arranged, either at the restaurant or on the terrace - we just need to let them know when we want it, and I planned a movie night outside after dark," Rory listed, gesturing around the room. The bathtub was on the edge of the bedroom, overlooking the terrace, not tucked away in the bathroom allowing one to feel like one was outside if one felt like it.
"I like that idea," Logan murmured, emphasizing 'like' by adding a hint of his charm as he said it. He liked the simplicity of this plan, as all he really wanted was to just be around her.
"Actually, Logan," Rory began. "I wanted to suggest something more for tonight..," she said and pulled open her small makeup case, which had never really contained much make up, but just some cosmetics - creams and facial toners, and a small box of jewlery, and exposed the velvet bag they used for their sex toys.
"Well... that's certainly a way to complete the evening," Logan smiled, liking the prospect. He'd never really thought they'd not have sex, this was just a little bit more straightforward from her than she usually was. Usually they'd just leave each other hints - a toy with or without instructions waiting somewhere to be put in or on, or her just putting her collar on as if wearing a piece of jewelry to just join him while watching TV. Or as with many parents - it was often simply hinted by tiny whispers and touches, other times even planning for it if schedules were too conflicting otherwise.
Rory took out the thin leather collar and handed it to Logan for him to put it on her. That collar represented her giving up control and enjoying that sensation probably most prominently. It was symbolic. Since the first time Logan had put it on her she always felt sexy, content and eager to embrace the feeling that came with giving up control when she felt it against her skin.
And while at first Rory had been a little hesitant about whether feeling like this was, in fact, healthy, she realized that if something had had such an exhilarating effect on their marriage, at least in the bedroom, it couldn't just be tossed away and forgotten about, or ignored because it was a little unconventional.
Logan didn't really know what to say. It was incredibly hot that Rory was the one who was suggesting it. He could feel his role in this rise to the surface, feeling more confident and powerful by the second as his hands opened the buckle on the collar and placed the leather around her beck, and buckled it.
Trusting herself in his hands was the safest Rory felt, she didn't have to make any decisions - not even about the simplest things like what she was doing to do the next minute, or when she got to eat or rest. Logan had never been very harsh on her, it was just a game, but even tiny things like that had been something they'd been able to get lost in together.
"I'll go get ready?" Rory asked, unsure what he wanted from her. It sometimes took her a few minutes to get into her part.
Having been married as long as they had, there was no pretence that sometimes getting ready to have sex lacked its spontanaety, one wanting to look, smell and feel one's best. Sometimes this might include both of them to shower before, create some ambiance or even get their toys ready. But that was fine, and frankly Logan too needed a moment to get his mind straight and he nodded in response.
While Rory disappeared into the bathroom to change, Logan made sure their room door had a 'do not disturb' sign, and toed off his shoes, wanting to get comfortable. The terrace door was half ajar, letting the light sea breeze to carry inside, but as they seemed secluded enough not to hear anyone else's voices from the nearby terraces, he figured it was perhaps half the thrill to leave the possibility for someone to hear them open.
He sank onto the bed, and sighed, the anticipation mixing in with his personal excitement.
Just a minute later Rory stepped out of the bathroom in a partially sheer blue bodysuit that had some extra detailing around her waist, almost creating a corset-like look. There was no bra as such, just the arches and strap lines outlining her breasts, the bottom appeared just like a regular body from far, but as she stepped closer, Logan could tell the suit was indeed crotchless. The crotchless aspect of it only really showed as her thighs were a little more apart, opening up her delicious center.
It was strange how Rory almost looked like she became more powerful whenever she wore those, despite the submissive role. But Logan wasn't about to discuss it right that minute, his eyes having been captivated by the ravishing creature in front of him.
Rory had pulled her hair up into a small bun, exposing her neck, and he could observe well how her nipples stood pert even despite the summer warmth. She'd chosen a pair of dark red pumps as well, making her legs look even longer.
"Turn," he instructed her, remaining seated for the time being. He could look at her for hours like this. It was that curve of her hip that he loved, the arch on her back and neck, her lean and long arms. He kept thinking back to the innocent young Rory he'd once met, quite unable to comprehend how she had transformed over the years to this goddess.
