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vanessagaloreSee, here's the thing. I wrote a sequel to my last pornographic entry, 'Lube'.
It was a birthday present for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dragynflies, and it is quite dirty, in a way that you don't see too often in this fandom. So I swore I was just going to send it to her and never post it. But then I let zaftig_darling read it, and her head didn't explode from my perversion.
(Originally, I had an entirely different fic in my mind fordragynflies, which I may still write someday, but then I got distracted by the VM Anonymous Kink Meme. And I had so much fun writing part one that I decided to write a part two of that fic for her—also I had a totally awesome plot bunny or three about the setup from 'Lube'. Heh heh. I am sick, and sort of evil, I think. In my defense, my life has kind of sucked lately, and I probably need the distraction of mindless pornography. I have to tell you, this fic was very fun to write, which after all is supposed to be the point.)
So, I present to you, 'POSTLUBE'. Note: I would say this fic is much dirtier than 'LUBE', and I wouldn't be surprised if most of you were offended. Read all the warnings after the cut.
TITLE: Postlube
AUTHOR:vanessagalore
CHARACTERS: Veronica/Logan, Logan/Duncan.
WORD COUNT: 9,961.
RATING: NC-17, at least.
SUMMARY: Sequel to 'Lube'. Set in season two: Duncan and Veronica are together, with Logan living in Duncan's suite at the Neptune Grand. Veronica feels guilty about dumping Logan. She isn't getting what she needs, and Logan goes over to the dark side. The result is...the dirtiest thing I've ever written.
SPOILERS: Spoiled through, oh let's say, 2x11, Donut Run.
WARNINGS: Cursing, graphic sex, consensual D/S. (<= If you don't know what that is, I'm the person your mother warned you about) Duncan abuse, just for funsies. Logan and Veronica are probably OOC, unless you squint, a lot. All sorts of EXTREMELY dirty sex. It's a fic about anger, played out in the bedroom. Just plan on being offended, 'kay?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any rights to Veronica Mars. This story is written as a tribute only. No celebrity endorsement is implied by product placements. The Red Cross was on hand to make sure no celebrities were harmed during the writing of this fic.
Written for the awesomely smutasticdragynflies's birthday. Not betaed, because my betas aren't as dirty as me. All errors are my responsibility.
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The next day, Veronica sits for several minutes in the LeBaron, trying to get up the courage to walk into school. She had awoken with a start in Logan’s bed; she listened for several minutes as Duncan seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself in the next room. With a compulsive shudder, she had jumped out of the bed and dressed as quickly as possible, leaving the suite without making a sound.
Now, she watches as Logan parks his X-Terra, with Duncan in the passenger seat. Duncan exits first; he grabs two backpacks and walks toward the school. Logan steps out a little more casually; he looks around and sees Veronica watching from her car. She flushes, even though he can’t possibly know what she’s thinking, can he? He gives her a quick salute before pointing at her with his forefinger. She shivers.
She lets Logan walk into the school ahead of her. Veronica watches as Duncan, waiting for Logan by his locker, hands Logan his backpack and stands there waiting. Logan says something, and Duncan nods and goes to class. Logan turns around, catching her watching again, and smiles knowingly.
The rest of the day, she waits. Veronica’s not sure what she’s expecting, but to her surprise, Logan mostly ignores her. She thinks with disgust, Did you think you were his girlfriend now? You were just his fucktoy. She determines to forget all about yesterday’s sex play and move on with her life.
At the end of the day, she approaches Duncan. Before she can speak, he shakes his head slightly, no, and walks away.
What the hell?
-----
Later that night, she’s on a stakeout. She starts fantasizing about the day before. She can’t stop thinking about Logan’s face, cruelly loving and oh-so-demanding, Her ass still smarts from his attentions the afternoon before, and she squirms on the seat of the LeBaron trying to get comfortable. She starts to put her sweater under her butt to ease her discomfort, but is completely humiliated to realize she's enjoying the soreness and throws the sweater in the backseat instead.
Twice, she gives in and strokes herself to a quick orgasm before abandoning the stakeout as hopeless.
-----
The whole next week is the same. Logan watches her watching him, but never speaks to her or approaches her. Duncan appears to be doing small favors for Logan throughout the day. On the third day, Duncan shows up to school wearing a turtleneck, and Veronica wonders what that’s about.
At lunch, on the fourth day, Veronica is eating lunch with Wallace.
“What is up with you lately, Veronica?” he asks.
She tears her attention away from the 09er table where Logan is entertaining his minions. “What? Oh, sorry, I’m just distracted this week.”
“You’re not just distracted,” he replies shrewdly. “What’s going on with you and Duncan? It looks like he’s freezing you out again. I can’t believe you’d let him get away with that again.”
“It’s complicated,” she says quickly.
“And don’t think I haven’t seen you staring at Logan all day long.”
“It’s for a case,” she improvises smoothly. “I think Logan might be involved, and Duncan is checking out some things for me. We're trying to make Logan think we've broken up.”
“Really,” Wallace comments. Since when does Veronica lie to me?
After lunch, she goes to study hall, still lost in thought. Duncan walks in to the class and hands the teacher a note. Mr. Wu says, “Medical excuse from gym?” Duncan shrugs. He looks around; the only seat left is next to Veronica. She thinks, Some things never change; I’ll never be popular. She stares at him as he takes the seat, blushing furiously.
“Psst. Medical excuse?” she whispers, leaning toward him.
“I’m not allowed to talk to you,” he replies quickly. “Please, Veronica.”
Not allowed? she thinks.
Duncan glances at her shocked face and looks away.
-----
The weekend passes without any contact from Logan until late Sunday night when she receives a text.
NO UNDERWEAR TOMORROW. I’LL BE CHECKING. DO NOT DISAPPOINT ME.
She goes to sleep thinking, There’s no way I’m doing this.
Before she finally falls asleep, she is startled to realize that she is relieved.
-----
The next day, she puts on one of her cute little short skirts with her butch boots, a blouse that shows a little cleavage, and...no underwear. She debates whether he meant for her to wear a bra and paces back and forth in front of the mirror trying to decide. Veronica tries on the blouse without the bra; it’s not too obvious, and she decides not to take a chance on upsetting him.
-----
They have history together first period. He looks at her intensely, and she blushes. Logan smiles, pleased.
In third period English, Logan drops a pen in front of her. He looks at her meaningfully before kneeling. As he casts his glance toward her, she carefully opens her legs and shows him her panty-less crotch. She is instantly turned on and pants breathlessly once before regaining control. Logan retrieves his pen and stands up. Before he walks to his own seat, he leans down and whispers in her ear. "Good girl. You will be rewarded."
She is flooded with pleasure at his words.
After class, she hurries to the girls' bathroom and pulls up her skirt. Veronica fingers herself, thinking about her possible reward.
-----
At lunch, Logan watches her eat. She is aware of his gaze and can't quite bring herself to look at him. Wallace tries to talk to her, but she keeps losing the thread of conversation.
"I give up, Mars," he finally says in exasperation. "Sometimes I need you too. And lately, you're never here for me. When you're ready to be BFF's again, you let me know."
"Wallace, I'm sorry—"
Wallace stands up and walks away, shaking his head in disgust.
Logan, observing intently, catches her eye. He crooks a finger at her, and she hesitantly walks over to him. He leads her a few feet away from his friends and says, "Five minutes. In the library. Find me." He whirls around and leaves.
She checks her watch and wonders how the hell she's going to be able to wait for five minutes. She sits down at her table, crossing and uncrossing her legs in anticipation.
Finally, the five minutes are up, and she makes her way to the library. She finds him in the stacks at the rear of the library, and suddenly she is very nervous.
Logan faces her and brushes his hand against her breast; her nipples are hard as rocks, and he raises his eyebrows questioningly at her lack of a bra. "No bra?"
"I hope it's okay," she replies nervously. "You didn't say."
"You should know what I want without me specifying," he says sternly. Her face falls at his words. He tweaks her nipple, and she suppresses a groan. "Still, I like the initiative." Without warning, he moves his hand under her skirt and swipes her drenched slit; she sags against the bookcase at the sudden contact and looks up at him pleadingly. He strokes her a few times, smiling broadly. "Unzip me," he commands.
"No, Logan," she breathes. "Please...not here."
"Yes, here. Take me in your hand," he orders.
Trembling with nervousness, she glances around, and seeing no one, she unzips his pants and grabs his cock. She begins to fist him lightly. He pushes her against the bookshelf, flips up her skirt, and sinks inside her. She almost moans, and he puts a hand over her mouth and begins to fuck her.
She's so overheated by the anticipation that she starts to tremble immediately. He hoists her up, and she puts her legs around his waist, certain that she's going to hell someday, and in the meantime, she's probably going to end up in Clemmons' office, trying to explain how the hell she ended up following Logan's orders in the library.
"Gonna be quiet?" he asks. She nods, and he removes his hand. "You get me in trouble by moaning, and you'll really pay," he warns her.
He thrusts strongly, and fuck! it's hard not to scream. Part of her is tempted to see what he can come up with for punishment for getting them caught, but she bites her lip, drawing blood with the effort to keep quiet. I'm sure we're not the first people to fuck in the library, she thinks as the first wave of an orgasm overwhelms her.
She throws her head back and closes her eyes, and he thumbs her clit hard. And she realizes he wants her to get them caught. What can Clemmons do to him anyways? I'm the one who's vulnerable—I could lose that scholarship if I get suspended. She whimpers quietly, and Logan speeds up his thumb's movements as he thrusts his cock deeply within her and shoots his load.
Suddenly, they hear the librarian speaking to a student; Logan pulls out, zips up, and flips down her skirt before she can even think what to do. He grabs her around the waist and kisses her deeply as the librarian turns the corner and stops short.
"Mr. Echolls! And Ms. Mars," the librarian says in a shocked voice. "No kissing in the library. You know the school's policy on PDA."
"Gee, sorry, Mrs. Jones. It won't happen again. Young love, you know how it is," Logan says in his most charming voice. He puts his arm around Veronica and escorts her out of the stacks. He whispers in her ear, "You owe me."
She nods wordlessly. "Thank you, sir," she whispers back.
He looks at her, still surprised at how easily she is accepting the new status quo. She blushes under his gaze.
They exit the library into the deserted hallway. Logan looks around, then quickly flips up her skirt and spanks her hard once on the ass. "Something to remember me by for the rest of the day," he mutters into her ear. A group of kids turn the corner, and Logan spins around and walks in the opposite direction.
Veronica watches him go, wishing he would look back.
-----
All the rest of the day and the evening, she checks her phone compulsively, hoping he's going to invite her over to the suite, but nothing. Finally, she goes to bed, but sleep eludes her, even after masturbating several times. She tries to call Duncan, but his phone goes directly to voicemail.
-----
Logan ignores her again the next day at school. She notices that Duncan seems to be by his side whenever they're not in separate classes. And Duncan...well, he looks happy, happier than Veronica's ever seen him.
Early in the evening, she gets a text.
THINK OF SOMETHING TO DO FOR ME. BE CREATIVE. YOU WILL BE REWARDED.
Be creative? Fuck.
She completely blows off her homework, unable to concentrate on anything except what might please him.
-----
At the Neptune Grand, Logan relaxes on the couch. Duncan is doing all of Logan's homework for him. (Logan has specified, "Solid B work, no better; I don't need the teachers getting suspicious.") His laptop and cell phone are on the coffeetable. He keeps glancing at them, expecting something from Veronica at any moment. He checks his watch again; ninety minutes since he sent his text. Time to goose her. He grabs the phone and texts her again.
I'M WAITING. I'M GETTING ANGRY.
He stabs the 'send' button.
-----
Veronica gets the text and flips out. She's been poring over sextoy websites, looking at vibrators and handcuffs, trying to think what she could get him. She hadn't understood that there was a time limit, and she's completely panicked.
What's left of rational Veronica, the part of her that hasn't yet been corrupted by him, tries to protest that this is ridiculous—she is free and doesn't have to do anything if she doesn't want to. But she ignores the little voice and swears to do better.
She tries to calm down and think. Finally she sets up the video camera on a tripod and attaches a USB cord to her laptop so she can see a preview. She looks at her outfit in the mirror and changes, making sure to wear her sexiest black lingerie. Veronica sets the camera to record and stands in front of the camera. She takes a deep breath and begins.
Veronica blows a kiss toward the lens and runs her finger down her tight blouse, with its top three buttons strategically unbuttoned. She turns around and wiggles her ass in front of the camera for a moment before turning back around. She licks her lips as she opens the remaining buttons on her blouse slowly.
She feels completely ridiculous, but she doesn't know what else to do, and that last text scared her. She realizes she can't decide what's worse: if he is furious with her, or if he isn't.
Now her bra is exposed; she removes the shirt, sultrily, she hopes. Veronica slowly unzips the side zipper of her skirt and lets it slip down her legs, shimmying a little to help it go down. Clad only in panties and a bra now, she moves a chair in front of the camera and sits down, her legs spread wide. She begins to massage her breasts, surprisingly becoming quite aroused at the thought of Logan watching this video. Her tongue slips out of her mouth as she kneads her nipples through the bra and her eyes close in pleasure as she pinches herself through the delicate fabric.
Veronica winks at the camera and trails her fingers down her belly to her crotch. The silky fabric of her underwear feels incredibly sensuous, and she begins to stroke herself, massaging her clit through the fabric and soaking the material with her juices. She takes a long time but finally throws her head back as she brings herself to release, her crotch jolting forward in her excitement.
She looks directly at the camera and stands up; she removes the bra and panties and puts them in a large manila envelope. Veronica smiles at the camera one last time and shuts it off. She calls the Neptune Messenger Service and asks for a rush pickup, going from the Sunset Cliffs Apartments to the Neptune Grand.
-----
About forty minutes later, Logan opens the door of the suite to a messenger boy who hands him an envelope. Logan smiles and tips him generously after signing for the package.
He reaches inside and finds a DVD and a set of black lace bra and panties. Suspicious, he brings the underwear to his nose and inhales. He chuckles loudly and returns to the living room to play the DVD.
He watches the video all the way through, and then calls Duncan in to join him.
"Your girlfriend sent me a present," Logan announces. "A DVD."
Duncan stares back; Logan has not given him explicit permission to speak yet.
Logan adds, "Sit down. Let's watch it together." He pats the couch next to him.
Duncan sits down nervously; as incredible as the last few days have been for him, Logan still scares him.
They watch as Veronica sensuously strips for the camera. Logan comments, "Just a few days ago, she couldn't even do this for me alone. Now she's doing it for the camera. You see what it does to a woman if you plug her right. She's practically a whore for me now."
Duncan is getting upset, but he refrains from retorting. Logan keeps needling him as they watch the video. As Veronica fingers herself, he asks, "She never sent you any videos like this?" Duncan wisely just shakes his head 'no' and looks away. At the end, Logan asks, "Do you want to suck me off?"
Duncan nods and gets on his knees on the floor in front of Logan, who watches the video a third time. He buries his face in Veronica's dirty panties as Duncan gives him a tremendous blow job.
-----
Veronica walks into the school with trepidation. She never heard from Logan the night before, and she lay awake all night worried that somehow she had done something wrong. She looks around for him before homeroom, but he's not there.
However, when she opens her locker, she sees a small gift-wrapped package. Her heart leaps, and she quickly reads the note.
I WAS VERY PLEASED WITH YOUR SURPRISE. DO NOT OPEN THIS NOW. TAKE IT WITH YOU AND WAIT FOR MY INSTRUCTIONS.
She's suddenly very glad she didn't wear underwear again. She slips the package into her purse, gathers her books for her first class, and slams the locker shut.
-----
In second period, Logan makes a point of sitting next to her. She opens her mouth to speak, and he gives her a stern look. Halfway through class, her phone begins to vibrate. Stealthily, she sneaks it out of her purse and onto her lap, where she can read it out of sight of the teacher.
GO TO THE BATHROOM. OPEN THE PACKAGE AND FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS EXACTLY.
She swallows, suddenly nervous. Logan is facing forward, with a broad smile that she realizes is just a little bit evil. She puts up her hand. "Mr. Wu, can I please go to the bathroom?"
"Veronica, don't you think you could wait until the end of the period?" he says with exasperation.
"N-no, I really can't wait," she stutters. "Please."
Mr. Wu frowns. "Hurry back."
Veronica practically runs out of the classroom. She secrets herself in a stall in the girls' room and opens the package.
Inside a small box is a something made out of purple vinyl, with thin, but strong attached black straps. The box says, "Remote Control Butterfly Vibrator". Veronica suddenly loses her breath. She reads the included note.
PUT THE VIBRATOR ON. MAKE SURE TO SECURE IT PROPERLY AGAINST YOUR CLIT. WAIT IN THE BATHROOM UNTIL I ACTIVATE IT BEFORE YOU COME BACK TO CLASS. YOU WILL WEAR THIS ALL DAY TODAY.
Oh god. He has the remote, she realizes. She hurriedly puts the vibrator on, struggling a little with the straps to get it on right. And then she waits. She checks her watch, worrying about Mr. Wu getting upset about her absence.
Suddenly the vibrator turns on for a few seconds and then off, and she jumps a mile high from the shock. She closes her eyes and leans against the door to the stall, waiting. She's quite certain that won't be all. Then the vibrator turns on and stays on; she shakes as the vibrator stimulates her, with just one thought running through her head: You will wear this all day today. And then she realizes that the vibrations are clearly audible. What is he planning? Oh god.
When the vibrator finally shuts off, Veronica is a little weak in the knees. She quickly exits the bathroom returns to class, with the vibrator still firmly attached to her crotch.
Mr. Wu comments, "About time." He looks at her face a little more closely and asks, "Are you all right? You look a little flushed. Perhaps you should go see the nurse."
She hears Logan's muffled laugh. Veronica replies quickly, "No, I'm fine. I don't need to see the nurse. I'm sorry I took so long." She hustles back to her seat, trying not to look at Logan.
After she sits down, she steals a glance at him. He is running his thumb over a small remote control in his hand. He smiles evilly and whispers, "Feeling good, Ronnie?" He pretends to trigger the remote, and Veronica jumps. Logan covers up his laugh with a cough.
-----
She doesn't hear a word of Mr. Wu's lecture. After class ends, Logan follows close behind her as she exits into the noisy hallway. Suddenly he triggers the remote. She lurches helplessly in surprise. The sound of the vibrator is inaudible compared to the loud kids yelling back and forth. Veronica tries to keep walking, and Logan turns up the intensity on the vibrator. She actually gasps, and Corny turns to her and says, "What's up, Mars?"
She shakes her head, unable to speak and trying desperately not to pant aloud. Weakly, she manages, "Catch you later, Corny," and she leans against the nearest locker to ride it out.
Mr. Wu walks by and stops short. With concern, he asks, "Veronica, you really don't look well. Let me help you to the nurse's office."
"No! I'm fine, it's just my...I'm having cramps," she blurts out, hoping he'll leave her alone.
"Oh...I'm sorry. Are you sure?"
"I'm sure...thanks, Mr. Wu," she says weakly, as waves of pleasure threaten to drop her to the ground.
"No problem," Mr. Wu replies as he walks away.
Logan joins her and ostentatiously turns the vibrator off, then on, then off, then on again, making her jolt each time. He giggles.
"You're a bastard," she says feebly when he finally turns it off.
"Now, now, Ronnie, this is your reward; you're supposed to be enjoying it," he retorts. Logan tosses the remote up in the air a few times. She reaches for it, and he snatches it away from her. "I wish I had this last year when you were torturing me and accusing me of being an evildoer."
She bites back a scathing rejoinder, and he watches with amusement at her internal struggle. He touches her nose lightly and whispers, "You love it. That's why you keep coming back for more."
He turns to walk away and tosses over his shoulder, "And you ain't seen nothin' yet."
-----
He turns on the vibrator again at lunch when a plane flies overhead. While everyone else is shouting to be heard over the noise of the jumbo jet's engines, Veronica Mars is trying to control her body from shaking.
Seventh period is health class. Ms. Hauser writes, 'ALTERNATIVE LIFESTYLES' on the board and underlines it. A few girls titter: everyone knows bitter old Ms. Hauser has had her own bad experience with an alternative lifestyle. She begins to lecture on homosexuality and reads an obviously prepared treatise on how non-heterosexual urges were 'healthy and normal'. Ms. Hauser actually grimaces at several points in the lecture.
Logan puts up his hand for a question. "Ms. Hauser, what about other alternative lifestyles?"
Oh you bastard, Veronica thinks.
"Yes, Logan?"
Logan looks thoughtful. "What about dominance and submission...I think they call it D/S? I really don't understand what's in it for the submissive partner."
"That's beyond the scope of this class, Mr. Echolls...thank god."
"I was wondering if that could be the subject of my oral project. I think Veronica said she would be my partner."
"No...I didn—" she begins, but out of the corner of her eye, she sees Logan ostentatiously fingering the remote, and she falls silent, fuming all the while.
"That sounds like an excellent project," Ms. Hauser announces, making a note in her class record book. "Thank you for volunteering, Logan."
After class is over, she spins around and says bitterly, "That was it. We're done."
He triggers the remote in his pocket and smugly stays silent.
"Ah!! Damn it!! Stop it now," she says harshly.
He smirks and turns up the intensity. She whirls around and heads for the girls' bathroom, trying to remain steady on her feet. Logan follows and slams the door shut behind them, wedging the doorstop in place.
Veronica ignores him. She flips up her skirt and tries to detach the straps from the buzzing purple butterfly.
From behind, Logan grabs her firmly by the shoulders and forces her to straighten up, her back against his front. He looks at her angry face in the mirror and says quietly, "If you take it off, we're done. No more spanking. No more fucking in the library. No more exploring everything you've ever wanted." He reaches around and tweaks her nipple harshly, and she moans loudly. "If you think Duncan can take care of your needs for you, you're sadly mistaken, Veronica."
Logan moves his hand down to the vibrator and pulls it, buzzing, hard against her clit. The expression on her face suddenly changes to lust. "Do you want to be fucked, little girl?" he asks. "Right here, in the bathroom. You've been very bad to go against me today," he adds, swatting her on the ass. "Especially when I tried to reward you with this nice vibrator."
"Oh god...Logan...fuck me," she moans.
"Are you going to do what you're told?" he asks, nudging her ass with his bulging cock as he keeps the vibrator tight on her clit.
"Yes...please, Logan." She's panting and writhing now, rubbing her ass against his crotch.
He quickly turns her around and lifts her up onto the counter, pushing her all the way back and putting her legs up on his shoulders. Logan unzips and slides into her sopping cunt in one easy stroke, with the vibrator still buzzing merrily.
She moans loudly, reaching for her nipples to torment herself. With her legs over his shoulders, he's in complete control of her body and positioning, and he really gives it to her, thrusting hard and leaving bruises on her hips with his fingertips.
"God, love you, Logan," she whispers, and he stops mid-stroke.
"The fuck you do," he spits. "This isn't love."
"Noooo...don't stop," she begs piteously. "I've been so bad, I...I need to be fucked, Logan."
He strokes slowly but ruthlessly, saying, "What else do you need, Veronica?"
"Oh g-g-god, I want you to spank me again, I'm such a bad girl."
He thrusts hard, hitting her inner walls, and she gasps aloud.
"What else?"
"I want you to fuck me in the ass again...I want...Ah!...anything you want to do to me. Please, Logan."
"You're going to submit to me and take the punishment you deserve?" he presses, stopping again to wait for her answer.
"Yes, yes, please don't stop," she begs, almost crying.
"Say you're sorry for complaining about the vibrator," he demands, thrusting once.
"I'm sorry! I'll wear it whenever you want!! Ah! Please, Logan!"
He comes hard and pulls out. Logan lifts her legs off his shoulders and lets her sit up. He extracts the remote control from his pocket and shuts it off. The sudden silence is loud in the room.
"I don't want you washing my come off until I tell you it's okay," he says brusquely. Logan zips up, removes the doorstop, and leaves without a look back.
He walks out into the hallway; the bell rings for the next class, and he ignores it. Logan walks straight out of the school into his X-Terra, climbs in, and rests his head against the steering wheel without starting the car.
What are you doing? She admitted what you wanted. She said she loved you. It's one thing to make her see the mistake she made. This is....
Fuck.
He steels his heart. She's loving this. Right? Right!? She needs this. It's not my responsibility to understand why she wants this.
And I hate her, remember?
-----
That evening, she tries fruitlessly to get some homework done. She keeps checking her phone, expecting something from him. She spent the day avoiding everyone, certain that anyone could smell the odor of sex that she's reeking of. Her dad was in the kitchen making dinner, and she begged off, saying she had had pizza with Wallace, locking herself in her room and making do with a candy bar for her dinner. She had listened to her dad watching TV, hoping that he would go to bed, so that she could sneak out if Logan called, or maybe she was hoping that Logan wouldn't call, so she wouldn't get caught, or maybe she was hoping to get caught, and then....
She's so confused. It used to be so clear...she was the one who used to be completely morally certain. She knew what was wrong and what was right. She had mocked those straying spouses, with their self-indulgent needs and their perverted desires, meeting under cover of darkness at seedy hotels like the Camelot. She remembers one particular woman who had been in a curiously similar position to her own, and she quite clearly recalls thinking that the woman was completely sick. She passes her hand over her forehead, trying to make sense of it.
She's still wearing the butterfly vibrator, even though she knows he can't possibly trigger it unless he is in the apartment. Still, she catches herself imagining that it's vibrating again, and her clit is sore and aching, begging for attention. She thinks about touching herself, but decides that she's not supposed to without his permission. There's so many rules...I can't even figure out what I'm supposed to do.
She ends up getting nothing done on her homework. Her ten-page paper on Wordsworth is due tomorrow, and she doesn't even have a thesis statement.
All she can think about is Logan's hand coming down firmly on her ass...over and over again.
-----
It takes some time and quite a bit of his inheritance to accomplish the preparations for Logan's next step. He checks his watch; her dad should be asleep by now. He doesn't want her dad to be the one to catch her. When everything is in place, he sends her a text.
YOU CAN TAKE A SHOWER. GET DRESSED. WEAR THAT RED SKIRT FROM EIGHTH GRADE, YOUR BLACK TUBE TOP, AND YOUR RED HIGH HEELS. WEAR MAKEUP, A CHOKER NECKLACE, AND EARRINGS. NO PANTIES.
DRIVE TO THE NEPTUNE GRAND. THIS IS THE ROUTE YOU'RE GOING TO TAKE: MAGNOLIA TO THIRD TO ELM. LEFT ON FIFTH STREET, RIGHT ON BAXTER, LEFT ON MAIN TO THE HOTEL. WHILE YOU'RE DRIVING, KEEP YOUR LEGS SPREAD APART. I'LL KNOW IF YOU DON'T.
-----
She follows his instructions to the letter. The red skirt is tight spandex; it was too small in eighth grade and now it's completely obscene, barely covering her ass. She knows if she keeps her legs apart, everything will show. The route he prescribed will take her past several districts with late night restaurants, and she assumes he wants her to be seen, in all her glory.
She's trembling before she even leaves the apartment.
Veronica gets in the LeBaron and begins to follow his route. Her legs are spread wide, the muscles twitching uncontrollably in nervousness. She just barely misses the light at Fifth Street. She slams on the brakes and waits for the green, shaking and sweating, but still holding her legs far apart as instructed.
As she waits for the light, a man crosses in front of her car, looks in the window, and leers at her. He does a doubletake and walks to the passenger window. He taps on it and makes a rolling motion with his hand, urging her to open the window. She closes her eyes and wills the light to change. The man taps again and says, "Come on, baby, talk to me!"
She doesn't even consider closing her legs.
Finally, the light changes, and she guns it. Veronica sees the light up ahead changing to yellow, and she speeds up. Suddenly there's a loud whoop and flashing lights in her rearview mirror. Veronica hits the brake and immediately slows to the speed limit, hoping irrationally that the cop car behind her is tailing someone else.
Over the cruiser's loudspeaker, she hears, "Pull over now. Maroon LeBaron, let's go."
Fuck...it's Lamb. Fuck...fuck!!
She pulls over to the side of the road, her heart pounding like never before. Fuck Logan, she thinks, and she pulls her legs together and tries to pull the skirt down a little and the tube top up as far as it will stretch. She glances in the rearview mirror and cringes at the deep red lipstick and heavy eye makeup she's wearing.
Sheriff Lambs strides to the side of her vehicle, chewing gum like his life depends on it. He taps brusquely on the window, and she rolls it down, staring straight ahead. "Veronica Mars," Lamb says gleefully, laughing uncontrollably. "Nice outfit," he comments, staring openly at her legs.
Veronica is flushing deep red.
"Do you know how fast you were going? Sixty in a twenty-five. And two broken taillights. In a hurry? Got a fire in your panties?" He chuckles at his joke and cranes his head to try to get a look at her crotch.
"Just give me the ticket," she bites.
"Unh, unh. We had a call that there was a maroon LeBaron driving erratically. I need to administer a field sobriety test."
Veronica suddenly knows. Logan planned this.
Lamb opens her car door and gestures that she should exit the vehicle.
She tries desperately to keep herself concealed as she steps out of the car. The red high heels that Logan had specified are very high: four inches, with fuck-me straps. She stumbles a little and steadies herself on the car.
"A little tipsy, Mars? Are you sure you don't want to tell me a story about somebody slipping a drug into your drink?" Lamb asks sarcastically.
"I'm completely sober. Give me a breathalyzer," she replies, forcing her voice to stay steady even though she's quaking with fear.
"Ahh. No can do. The breathalyzer is not functioning right now. I'll need you to walk a straight line. That yellow line over there: one foot in front of the other."
"Can I take my shoes off?" she asks desperately.
"Much as I'd enjoy that show, no. Department rules prohibit barefoot sobriety tests."
"Fuck," she says, under her breath.
A crowd has begun to gather. Veronica holds her head high and walks over to the line. The heels are too high for her, and she wobbles as she puts one foot in front of the other. The heels also make her hips sway in a very enticing way, and Lamb tilts his head, appreciating the view. The crowd murmurs as well, and a man whistles.
"Okay, that's enough," Lamb says.
"I can touch my nose. I'm not drunk." Veronica demonstrates.
"What I'd really like to see is you touch your toes right now," Lamb suggests. He whispers to her, "You're lucky there's a crowd. I have to behave myself."
"Yeah, I'm a lucky girl," Veronica says bitterly.
"Can't believe I've never caught you in my speed trap before, Mars."
"You're admitting this is a speed trap?"
"It's clearly posted; twenty-five miles per hour. You high school kids just can't follow the rules." Lamb chews his gum for a minute, then asks, "Okay if I search your car for contraband?"
"Go ahead, I'm not drunk."
"In my opinion, you weren't able to walk a straight line. But...I'll take that as permission to search your car."
Veronica suddenly realizes this is a mistake. "Wait...."
Lamb looks at her sharply and gets in her car. Under the passenger seat, he finds a half-empty bottle of Scotch. "What's this? An open container?" He gets out of the car and shows it to her.
"That's not mine!" she protests.
"Tell it to the judge. Turn around and put your hands behind your back. Veronica Mars, you're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law...." As he speaks, Lamb cuffs her and pushes her toward the cruiser.
-----
About an hour later, Logan shows up at the Neptune Sheriff's Department. She's in the holding cell, seated on the bench with her legs pressed tightly together, for what good it does her. He looks at her through the bars and says, "Need a ride?"
She mutters, "I think what I need is a shrink."
"I think the appropriate response is, 'Thank you, Logan, for bailing me out,'" he replies. "I can see why you wouldn't want to call your dad. Tsk, tsk, tsk. The way kids dress today."
"Why do you hate me? I'm doing everything you ask," she pleads heartrendingly.
"No, no, you're not understanding. I'm doing what you want. Tell me not you're not turned on right now."
She looks away, unable to deny it.
He continues, "All those men, looking at you. Knowing you were going to have to call me for help. Sheriff Lamb looking at your ass and tits. Oh, and by the way, you're going to have to work off a substantial fee for my attorney, who did manage to get all the charges against you dropped. Of course I also had to make a sizeable contribution to the Sheriff's Department Annual Fundraiser."
"You set me up," she hisses.
Logan smiles broadly. "And it was worth it. I had someone taping the whole arrest for me. It could make its way onto the World Wide Web, if you'd like. Or to your dad. Maybe even to my entire email contact list."
"No!" she breathes fearfully.
"It's completely up to you. Say thank you for saving me."
"Thank you for saving me," she says through gritted teeth.
"Good girl. Love the outfit, by the way." He calls back to the front, "We're ready, Sheriff."
Lamb walks around the corner. "Try to keep her under control."
"Oh, I will. I will," Logan replies. When Lamb opens the cell, Logan solicitously puts his arm around her, and then, in full view of the sheriff, grabs her ass hard. "She just needs a firm hand." He adds in a low whisper in her ear, "And I'm going to give it to you."
Veronica flushes again, but she is simultaneously aroused by his promise and sickened by the humiliation he's forced on her tonight. Her nipples are embarrassingly erect and obvious in the tube-top, and she knows she is damp under the short skirt. She totters a little in the cursed high heels as Logan leads her to the X-Terra.
Once seated in the X-Terra, Logan looks at her expectantly. She is momentarily confused, and then she spreads her legs wide for him. He puts a hand under her skirt and begins to finger her damp folds. Logan says huskily, "How much do you think Lamb would charge me to let me fuck you in the cell? It would totally be worth it. Handcuff you to the bars, with your legs spread wide for me. Maybe even let him watch."
He strokes her hard, making her gasp. "And just think, the night's just getting started. You haven't had a good spanking in such a long time, and you have to admit, getting arrested for drunk driving, wearing a hooker outfit? You are a very bad girl, Veronica."
She pants a little, still furious, but completely unwilling to do or say anything that will make him take away his hand. Veronica struggles hard with her dilemma.
"Say it, Veronica. 'I'm a bad girl, and I need to be spanked.'" He taps her clit hard, making her jump a little in the seat.
She whispers, "I'm a bad girl, and I need to be spanked. Damn you."
"Unh, unh, unh! You just earned some more punishment." He pulls his hand away and starts the car, refusing to look at her anymore.
She thinks, Fuck. But she knows...she's completely thrilled at his words.
-----
In the elevator at the Neptune Grand, Logan pushes her in front of him and puts his hand underneath her skirt. He whispers into her ear, "Remember, the security guards are watching the video monitor right now." He strokes her, and she becomes unbearably excited. "Don't moan," he cautions as he pushes two fingers into her and begins pumping. The elevator dings at the second floor, and a man and a woman join them in the elevator, walking in and turning toward the front of the elevator. "Mmm," Logan whispers as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of her. They arrive at their floor, and Logan pulls out his fingers and pushes her forward through the couple. "Go ahead, honey, I'm right behind you." She walks unsteadily, and the man and woman stare at her barely concealed ass as she sways down the hallway with Logan a few feet behind.
The elevator doors close behind them, and Logan snarks, "You put on a great show, Ronnie." He catches up and grabs her arm, thoroughly controlling her as they walk down the hallway. Her red face betrays her humiliation at his hands.
Logan slips the card key in the lock and opens the door, calling out, "Honey, we're home. Come on out, Duncan, and look what I've got."
Duncan emerges from the bathroom, wearing only an apron, yellow rubber gloves, and...a leather collar. Veronica sucks in her breath. Thus...the turtlenecks all this week. She feels very upset suddenly and is about to angrily turn on Logan until she realizes...she's upset because she's jealous. She exhales sharply, but remains quiet, and Logan glances at her.
Logan comments, "I think Veronica is wondering about your new accessory, Duncan."
Suddenly, she blurts, "Why is he wearing an apron?"
Logan prompts, "Tell her, Duncan."
"I'm cleaning the bathroom," Duncan replies shyly.
Logan adds peremptorially, "You just can't get good help these days. Duncan's very happy to step in and keep the place spick and span. Aren't you, Duncan? Show Veronica how grateful you are to me."
Duncan sheds the rubber gloves and walks quickly over to Logan. He kneels at Logan's feet and kisses his shoes.
Logan laughs. He turns to Veronica and says, "He came up with that by himself. And like I told you, I reward initiative. Stand up, Duncan, and show Veronica your other new accessory."
Duncan slowly stands up and removes the apron. His cock is enclosed in a metal chastity cage. Veronica gasps. He looks to Logan for permission and, receiving it, explains to Veronica, "I'm working up to wearing it full time. That's why I had to have a medical excuse to get out of gym class."
"I had a doctor who was willing to oblige...for a fee. Duncan's working that off. Just like you're going to work off your debt, Veronica. But just like Duncan's enjoying his work, I think you'll be enjoying yours," Logan says. He turns to Duncan and asks, "What do you think of your girlfriend's outfit?"
Duncan hangs his head and mumbles, "She's hot."
"I didn't hear you."
"She looks hot."
"I don't remember her ever dressing that way for you, Duncan."
"I think she's your whore now, sir."
Veronica gasps again and looks at Logan, very upset. "Logan...stop this."
Logan shakes his head. "At the rate you're going, Ronnie, you're never going to catch up. You have so many spankings ahead of you that you may never be able to sit down again."
Duncan chimes in, "Veronica, I'm very happy. Just do what he says. He's a wonderful master."
Logan chuckles. "It's no wonder you two had such an inadequate sex life with both of you being bottoms. Speaking of bottoms...Veronica, pull up your skirt and show us your ass." He pushes her forward.
She stumbles a little on the heels before she regains her balance. Her face flaming, she pulls up her skirt around her waist.
"Now turn around," Logan directs. When she has faced them again, he says, "Pull the tube top down."
She complies; now both her skirt and the tube top are pushed around her waist, and she stands there nervously in her fuck-me heels. Logan snorts loudly. "I don't know what it is, but you look hotter like that than when you're completely naked. I have another present for you, Ronnie. I hope you'll be more appreciative than you were of your vibrator."
He picks up another small gift-wrapped box from the table and walks it over to her. Veronica notes that the gaily colored foil giftwrap has a pattern of erect penises.
"Open it," Logan urges. He giggles, "I do love presents."
It looks like a jewellery box from one of the most expensive stores in Neptune. Veronica rips off the paper and snaps open a velvet-lined box; she doesn't recognize the item inside, which seems to be primarily comprised of a chain, and she looks up at Logan bewildered.
"They're called clover clamps, dear. For your nipples," Logan explains. "Duncan, put them on her."
Veronica is scared and aroused; she feels the moisture pooling between her legs as she recalls Logan twisting her nipples viciously the week before. Her nipples are already hard and erect with the relentless stimulation of this entire day, with not nearly enough release.
"Veronica, clasp your hands behind you," Logan says sternly. "Keep quiet."
Duncan takes the clamps; he tweaks one of her nipples a little to make it as erect as possible as he mouths, "I'm sorry" to her. The spring-loaded clamp bites down hard on her nipple, and she shakes with the effort not to scream. He does the same with the other nipple, and Veronica exhales sharply and totters a little on her heels. She pants with the effort to control herself against the mind-numbing pain of the clamps. The chain attaching the two clamps swings between her breasts.
Logan walks over to inspect. He says, "Feels good, huh, Ronnie?"
Her eyes watering slightly, she nods her agreement.
Logan suddenly pulls on the chain and tightens the clamps, and she screams. "I thought I told you to be quiet," he scolds. "Turn around, spread your legs, and grab your ankles."
Veronica hurries to comply; she turns around and carefully manages to hold her balance on the high heels as she bends to grab her ankles. Even knowing it's coming, she whimpers loudly as he spanks her hard five times.
"Stand up," he commands. "Turn around. Hands behind your back again."
She manages to stand up without falling off her heels and turns to face him. He gently takes the chain in his fingers again and says sternly, looking directly into her eyes, "I mean it. Keep quiet this time."
He yanks hard, and the clamps bite harshly into her nipples. She grits her teeth against the sensation but doesn't scream this time, although the tears run down her cheeks.
"Good girl," he praises her. And surprisingly, he caresses her cheek.
She closes her eyes; his soft touch is so wonderful in contrast to the fire in her nipples.
Logan asks, "Do you like your present, Ronnie?"
She nods quickly, remembering the humiliation he gave her for not appreciating the vibrator. Veronica says in a soft voice, "Thank you, sir. I love my clover clamps. Thank you for putting them on me. Thank you for putting up with me and my ingratitude."
"Down on your hands and knees," he replies. The heavy chain between the clamps swings and pulls on her nipples as she gets into position, and she winces overtly.
He looks at her questioningly, and she says, "Thank you, sir. Do what you want with me."
"I intend to. Duncan, get the riding crop. I believe I left it in your bedroom last night. And...the new ballgag."
Veronica shivers but holds her position nicely, Logan notes. Duncan returns with the items.
"Put the gag on her," Logan instructs. Duncan kneels down and puts the ballgag in place, forcing her mouth to take it. They meet eyes briefly, both of them obviously uncomfortable with truly examining why they are letting, and even encouraging, Logan to treat them this way.
Logan kneels down and grabs her jaw, forcing her to look up at him. "Crawl." She looks up at him, confusion in her eyes, and he specifies, "Crawl around the room. Fast...let's go." He stands up and looks at Duncan. "Do you need for me to explain what I want you to do?"
Duncan shakes his head 'no'; he takes the riding crop and switches Veronica on the ass. She whimpers around the gag and begins to try to crawl away from him. Duncan chases her, hitting her on the ass with the crop. Logan takes a seat on the couch and begins filming them with his video camera. He chortles, "This is fucking great stuff."
Veronica's nipples are aching, with the chain swinging as she tries to get away from Duncan and the crop. The crop stings more than hurts, but instinctively she tries to get away from it. Suddenly, she is flooded with pleasure as her body absorbs the blows and her nipples become accustomed to and welcome the pinch of the clamps. She realizes the only thing that would stop her from continuing is fatigue: she is loving this. Veronica is hoping that Logan is pleased enough with her performance that he will fuck her but good. She keeps thinking about last week, when he spanked her and fucked her in the ass, making her come like she had never come before.
Logan frowns. "Duncan, put your back into it. I know you'd rather receive, but she's enjoying this a little too much."
Duncan begins to whip her harder, obviously afraid of Logan's displeasure. She whimpers; it's suddenly a lot more painful, and a little more than she can take.
"Much better, Duncan."
Veronica thinks ruefully, My hero.
After a few minutes, Logan says, "Okay, enough, I'm bored." He shuts off the video camera as Duncan and Veronica freeze in position, waiting for their next instruction. "Duncan, go to your room, I'm done with you for tonight. Good boy." Duncan goes to Logan, hands him the crop, kneels and kisses his feet again before disappearing into his bedroom.
Veronica is trembling on her hands and knees. She wants this, but she doesn't. She is so confused; her ass hurts, but she is worked up and excited—incredibly eager to be fucked in whatever way Logan has in mind.
"Stand up, Ronnie," Logan directs.
She stands up shakily and turns to face him. Without warning, he pulls off the clover clamps, and she screams as the blood flows back into her nipples. Before he can object, she says quickly, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry. Forgive me, sir. You surprised me, sir. Thank you, I love my present."
He nods approvingly. "There's hope for you yet." He stares at her, apparently lost in thought.
Veronica casts her eyes downward and says quietly, "Excuse me, sir?"
"Yes?"
"Will you be spanking and fucking me tonight? Please, sir, I've been such a bad girl. I haven't appreciated your presents properly, and I really need to be punished."
Logan exhales in amusement. "Come here."
She comes closer; he indicates with his finger that she should turn around. He slaps the inside of her thigh lightly, and she moves her legs far apart for him. Throughout, she keeps her arms tightly clasped behind her back, hoping to please him.
Tenderly, he strokes her aching cunt. Her clit is engorged and throbbing, and he flicks it repeatedly until she moans. She thrusts her ass back at him, hoping he'll get the hint, but he swats her hard, and she stays still after that. He fingers her until she comes hard, shaking and trembling as he works at her.
"Thank you, sir," she says in a choked voice, disappointed beyond measure that he doesn't want to fuck her. "I'll try to do better next time."
"Wait here," he replies. "Don't move."
She nods.
Logan disappears into his bedroom for a few minutes before returning. He says quietly, "Go in the bedroom." He lets her proceed him; she sways her ass a little more than necessary, hopeful that perhaps he has changed his mind.
Once in the bedroom, Logan closes the door and says, "Take off everything."
She hurries to remove her skirt and the tube top. Veronica turns away from him and leans down to unbuckle the straps on her shoes; she makes sure to move her ass as enticingly as possible as she removes them.
"I'm very pleased with the progress of your training," Logan comments, and she feels thrilled at his approval.
She turns around and touches her ears, which have jangly large hoops in them. He nods, and she removes the earrings and the choker around her neck.
"On the bed, on your back. Head on the pillow," he says calmly. Veronica gets on the bed quickly and looks to him for more instructions. "Stretch your arms out over your head to the corners."
He takes one wrist at a time and fastens it to cuffs. "Good girl. Bring your ankles to your wrists."
She's a little afraid, but she does it without question. He secures her ankles to a second set of cuffs. The bonds pull her ass into the air, with her cunt and asshole fully on display.
She couldn't be more thrilled.
And then...he puts the ballgag back on her and a blindfold over her eyes. The thrill is now tinged with fear and worry over her blindness and her inability to call for help. She never realized what Logan is capable of, and she wonders if she has finally gotten herself into a situation she can't handle.
Without explanation, she feels something being pushed into her asshole. A buttplug, she realizes. It's uncomfortable but not ridiculously painful. She tries to relax as the lubed plug is fully inserted, stretching her a little, and then it is rotated once for good measure. Logan lightly slaps her ass, hitting the buttplug and causing an extremely pleasurable ache. She whimpers a little around the ballgag. She hears the light switch, and through the blindfold the darkness is complete.
He's leaving me like this. She's more confused than ever.
-----
An hour goes by....exhausted, Veronica falls asleep, stretched in her open position.
-----
The ballgag is removed, and Veronica wakes up. Immediately she remembers her situation, and she instinctively tenses. Nothing happens, and she can't see anything around the edges of her blindfold.
She expects his cock in her mouth, or a vibrator jammed in her cunt, or...whatever evil plan he has in mind. She certainly doesn't expect....
He kisses her, tonguing her fiercely and taking her breath away. Logan mutters, "You can't run away from me now."
"I don't want to," she replies breathlessly. Without thinking, she asks, "What are you going to do to me?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out," he answers.
She bites back a sharp retort; he sees the restraint and laughs before kissing her again.
He murmurs, "You're so beautiful, spread open for me like this."
He's fucking with me, she thinks. "I'm sorry, sir, I promise I'll be good from now on."
"Really," he comments. "Do you need a spanking, Veronica?"
"Oh yes, please, sir."
He sits up and spanks her hard ten times, thrilling her to pieces. Occasionally he aims the spank to hit the buttplug, and she gasps in delight.
And then, to her surprise, he puts his mouth on her, and begins to lick her clit. The combination of her open position, her exhaustion, and her extreme titillation lets her relax into his tongue's strokes, and she begins to orgasm almost immediately.
Logan moves up and begins to suck on her tormented nipples. He kisses and licks away their soreness, and Veronica thinks she's in heaven. He settles in on her right nipple, and begins flicking it repeatedly with his tongue, making her moan aloud.
She is panting, unbelievably aroused by his actions. He rolls her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and she arches as much as her bonds will allow. "Veronica, you can talk."
"Please, sir, spank me some more," she begs him.
He spanks her ten times again. She's beginning to anticipate a pattern, and when he stops, she holds her breath, hoping....
He pushes his cock into her cunt, and she moans so loudly that he thinks the front desk can hear her. "Oh god, it's...it's...I feel so full. Oh god, Logan...."
He can feel the butt plug through her walls, and she feels incredibly tight, with her entire body quivering underneath him. Logan thrusts slowly, trying to keep her at this height of arousal as long as possible; when it seems like she's going to come, he pulls out and begins to spank her again. She writhes uncontrollably against her cuffs, begging him loudly to do it harder and to fuck her.
He forces her to take a break by heaving himself up to kiss him again; he's tempted to remove her blindfold so that he can look in her eyes, but he knows that her blindness is spurring her on. Logan massages her breasts as he kisses her neck, sucking hard on that spot that he had told Duncan about, and marking her for the world to see.
She's begging him again. He whispers in her ear, "More?"
"Please, Logan," she replies. "More."
He takes a small wooden paddle and strikes her ass lightly. She arches against the cuffs like she's been hit with a taser jolt. "Yes..." she breathes. "Again."
He hits her nine more times on her reddened ass, each stroke a little bit harder from the previous one. She becomes more incoherent with each stroke. After the last one, he quickly puts the paddle down and grabs the lube, slathering it on his cock. Logan removes her buttplug and presses his cock against her hole; she's still stretched enough that he slips in. Her thrashing movements are completely frantic, and he senses that an orgasm of a lifetime is upon her. He thrusts past her resisting muscles, making her groan again, and fucks her repeatedly. With her cunt spread before him, he begins to rub her clit hard as he sinks down into her.
The waves hit her: she is completely lost to the sensations, unable to speak or even groan as he thrusts over and over again. As the orgasm begins to subside, another one starts, and she manages a single feeble moan of pleasure before losing her voice again.
He comes unexpectedly, his own body overloaded by all the stimulation. Logan stays within her, the two of them panting heavily.
Finally he withdraws. He stands up, releases Veronica from her cuffs, and removes her blindfold. Logan picks her up in his arms and takes her to the bathroom. She is completely worn out by the day's activities and allows him to stand her up in the shower, where he washes her from head to toe under the shower's gentlest setting. When he turns her to rinse her ass and the water strikes her, she winces; he pulls her away from the spray and rinses her with handfuls of water.
She keeps looking at him. He knows she is still overwhelmed by the day, and he remains quiet.
He dries her in one of the fluffy Neptune Grand towels and bundles her off to his bed. She is still staring at him, wide-eyed. He says quietly, "Turn over on your front."
She tenses again.
He smooths lotion on her sore backside, as gently as possible. She gradually begins to relax into his caresses. When he finishes, she rolls onto her side and looks at him silently, laying next to her on his side. He asks her quietly, "Do you love me?"
She nods.
He says quietly, "If you don't mind, I'm going to tell Duncan in the morning he has to go. I'm sure that he'll find someone to take him in."
A single tear rolls down her face. "I'm so sorry I broke up with you. I love you so much, Logan."
"I know. I love you too."
It was a birthday present for
dragynflies, and it is quite dirty, in a way that you don't see too often in this fandom. So I swore I was just going to send it to her and never post it. But then I let zaftig_darling read it, and her head didn't explode from my perversion.(Originally, I had an entirely different fic in my mind for
dragynflies, which I may still write someday, but then I got distracted by the VM Anonymous Kink Meme. And I had so much fun writing part one that I decided to write a part two of that fic for her—also I had a totally awesome plot bunny or three about the setup from 'Lube'. Heh heh. I am sick, and sort of evil, I think. In my defense, my life has kind of sucked lately, and I probably need the distraction of mindless pornography. I have to tell you, this fic was very fun to write, which after all is supposed to be the point.)So, I present to you, 'POSTLUBE'. Note: I would say this fic is much dirtier than 'LUBE', and I wouldn't be surprised if most of you were offended. Read all the warnings after the cut.
TITLE: Postlube
AUTHOR:
vanessagalore CHARACTERS: Veronica/Logan, Logan/Duncan.
WORD COUNT: 9,961.
RATING: NC-17, at least.
SUMMARY: Sequel to 'Lube'. Set in season two: Duncan and Veronica are together, with Logan living in Duncan's suite at the Neptune Grand. Veronica feels guilty about dumping Logan. She isn't getting what she needs, and Logan goes over to the dark side. The result is...the dirtiest thing I've ever written.
SPOILERS: Spoiled through, oh let's say, 2x11, Donut Run.
WARNINGS: Cursing, graphic sex, consensual D/S. (<= If you don't know what that is, I'm the person your mother warned you about) Duncan abuse, just for funsies. Logan and Veronica are probably OOC, unless you squint, a lot. All sorts of EXTREMELY dirty sex. It's a fic about anger, played out in the bedroom. Just plan on being offended, 'kay?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any rights to Veronica Mars. This story is written as a tribute only. No celebrity endorsement is implied by product placements. The Red Cross was on hand to make sure no celebrities were harmed during the writing of this fic.
Written for the awesomely smutastic
dragynflies's birthday. Not betaed, because my betas aren't as dirty as me. All errors are my responsibility.-------------------------------------------------------
The next day, Veronica sits for several minutes in the LeBaron, trying to get up the courage to walk into school. She had awoken with a start in Logan’s bed; she listened for several minutes as Duncan seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself in the next room. With a compulsive shudder, she had jumped out of the bed and dressed as quickly as possible, leaving the suite without making a sound.
Now, she watches as Logan parks his X-Terra, with Duncan in the passenger seat. Duncan exits first; he grabs two backpacks and walks toward the school. Logan steps out a little more casually; he looks around and sees Veronica watching from her car. She flushes, even though he can’t possibly know what she’s thinking, can he? He gives her a quick salute before pointing at her with his forefinger. She shivers.
She lets Logan walk into the school ahead of her. Veronica watches as Duncan, waiting for Logan by his locker, hands Logan his backpack and stands there waiting. Logan says something, and Duncan nods and goes to class. Logan turns around, catching her watching again, and smiles knowingly.
The rest of the day, she waits. Veronica’s not sure what she’s expecting, but to her surprise, Logan mostly ignores her. She thinks with disgust, Did you think you were his girlfriend now? You were just his fucktoy. She determines to forget all about yesterday’s sex play and move on with her life.
At the end of the day, she approaches Duncan. Before she can speak, he shakes his head slightly, no, and walks away.
What the hell?
-----
Later that night, she’s on a stakeout. She starts fantasizing about the day before. She can’t stop thinking about Logan’s face, cruelly loving and oh-so-demanding, Her ass still smarts from his attentions the afternoon before, and she squirms on the seat of the LeBaron trying to get comfortable. She starts to put her sweater under her butt to ease her discomfort, but is completely humiliated to realize she's enjoying the soreness and throws the sweater in the backseat instead.
Twice, she gives in and strokes herself to a quick orgasm before abandoning the stakeout as hopeless.
-----
The whole next week is the same. Logan watches her watching him, but never speaks to her or approaches her. Duncan appears to be doing small favors for Logan throughout the day. On the third day, Duncan shows up to school wearing a turtleneck, and Veronica wonders what that’s about.
At lunch, on the fourth day, Veronica is eating lunch with Wallace.
“What is up with you lately, Veronica?” he asks.
She tears her attention away from the 09er table where Logan is entertaining his minions. “What? Oh, sorry, I’m just distracted this week.”
“You’re not just distracted,” he replies shrewdly. “What’s going on with you and Duncan? It looks like he’s freezing you out again. I can’t believe you’d let him get away with that again.”
“It’s complicated,” she says quickly.
“And don’t think I haven’t seen you staring at Logan all day long.”
“It’s for a case,” she improvises smoothly. “I think Logan might be involved, and Duncan is checking out some things for me. We're trying to make Logan think we've broken up.”
“Really,” Wallace comments. Since when does Veronica lie to me?
After lunch, she goes to study hall, still lost in thought. Duncan walks in to the class and hands the teacher a note. Mr. Wu says, “Medical excuse from gym?” Duncan shrugs. He looks around; the only seat left is next to Veronica. She thinks, Some things never change; I’ll never be popular. She stares at him as he takes the seat, blushing furiously.
“Psst. Medical excuse?” she whispers, leaning toward him.
“I’m not allowed to talk to you,” he replies quickly. “Please, Veronica.”
Not allowed? she thinks.
Duncan glances at her shocked face and looks away.
-----
The weekend passes without any contact from Logan until late Sunday night when she receives a text.
NO UNDERWEAR TOMORROW. I’LL BE CHECKING. DO NOT DISAPPOINT ME.
She goes to sleep thinking, There’s no way I’m doing this.
Before she finally falls asleep, she is startled to realize that she is relieved.
-----
The next day, she puts on one of her cute little short skirts with her butch boots, a blouse that shows a little cleavage, and...no underwear. She debates whether he meant for her to wear a bra and paces back and forth in front of the mirror trying to decide. Veronica tries on the blouse without the bra; it’s not too obvious, and she decides not to take a chance on upsetting him.
-----
They have history together first period. He looks at her intensely, and she blushes. Logan smiles, pleased.
In third period English, Logan drops a pen in front of her. He looks at her meaningfully before kneeling. As he casts his glance toward her, she carefully opens her legs and shows him her panty-less crotch. She is instantly turned on and pants breathlessly once before regaining control. Logan retrieves his pen and stands up. Before he walks to his own seat, he leans down and whispers in her ear. "Good girl. You will be rewarded."
She is flooded with pleasure at his words.
After class, she hurries to the girls' bathroom and pulls up her skirt. Veronica fingers herself, thinking about her possible reward.
-----
At lunch, Logan watches her eat. She is aware of his gaze and can't quite bring herself to look at him. Wallace tries to talk to her, but she keeps losing the thread of conversation.
"I give up, Mars," he finally says in exasperation. "Sometimes I need you too. And lately, you're never here for me. When you're ready to be BFF's again, you let me know."
"Wallace, I'm sorry—"
Wallace stands up and walks away, shaking his head in disgust.
Logan, observing intently, catches her eye. He crooks a finger at her, and she hesitantly walks over to him. He leads her a few feet away from his friends and says, "Five minutes. In the library. Find me." He whirls around and leaves.
She checks her watch and wonders how the hell she's going to be able to wait for five minutes. She sits down at her table, crossing and uncrossing her legs in anticipation.
Finally, the five minutes are up, and she makes her way to the library. She finds him in the stacks at the rear of the library, and suddenly she is very nervous.
Logan faces her and brushes his hand against her breast; her nipples are hard as rocks, and he raises his eyebrows questioningly at her lack of a bra. "No bra?"
"I hope it's okay," she replies nervously. "You didn't say."
"You should know what I want without me specifying," he says sternly. Her face falls at his words. He tweaks her nipple, and she suppresses a groan. "Still, I like the initiative." Without warning, he moves his hand under her skirt and swipes her drenched slit; she sags against the bookcase at the sudden contact and looks up at him pleadingly. He strokes her a few times, smiling broadly. "Unzip me," he commands.
"No, Logan," she breathes. "Please...not here."
"Yes, here. Take me in your hand," he orders.
Trembling with nervousness, she glances around, and seeing no one, she unzips his pants and grabs his cock. She begins to fist him lightly. He pushes her against the bookshelf, flips up her skirt, and sinks inside her. She almost moans, and he puts a hand over her mouth and begins to fuck her.
She's so overheated by the anticipation that she starts to tremble immediately. He hoists her up, and she puts her legs around his waist, certain that she's going to hell someday, and in the meantime, she's probably going to end up in Clemmons' office, trying to explain how the hell she ended up following Logan's orders in the library.
"Gonna be quiet?" he asks. She nods, and he removes his hand. "You get me in trouble by moaning, and you'll really pay," he warns her.
He thrusts strongly, and fuck! it's hard not to scream. Part of her is tempted to see what he can come up with for punishment for getting them caught, but she bites her lip, drawing blood with the effort to keep quiet. I'm sure we're not the first people to fuck in the library, she thinks as the first wave of an orgasm overwhelms her.
She throws her head back and closes her eyes, and he thumbs her clit hard. And she realizes he wants her to get them caught. What can Clemmons do to him anyways? I'm the one who's vulnerable—I could lose that scholarship if I get suspended. She whimpers quietly, and Logan speeds up his thumb's movements as he thrusts his cock deeply within her and shoots his load.
Suddenly, they hear the librarian speaking to a student; Logan pulls out, zips up, and flips down her skirt before she can even think what to do. He grabs her around the waist and kisses her deeply as the librarian turns the corner and stops short.
"Mr. Echolls! And Ms. Mars," the librarian says in a shocked voice. "No kissing in the library. You know the school's policy on PDA."
"Gee, sorry, Mrs. Jones. It won't happen again. Young love, you know how it is," Logan says in his most charming voice. He puts his arm around Veronica and escorts her out of the stacks. He whispers in her ear, "You owe me."
She nods wordlessly. "Thank you, sir," she whispers back.
He looks at her, still surprised at how easily she is accepting the new status quo. She blushes under his gaze.
They exit the library into the deserted hallway. Logan looks around, then quickly flips up her skirt and spanks her hard once on the ass. "Something to remember me by for the rest of the day," he mutters into her ear. A group of kids turn the corner, and Logan spins around and walks in the opposite direction.
Veronica watches him go, wishing he would look back.
-----
All the rest of the day and the evening, she checks her phone compulsively, hoping he's going to invite her over to the suite, but nothing. Finally, she goes to bed, but sleep eludes her, even after masturbating several times. She tries to call Duncan, but his phone goes directly to voicemail.
-----
Logan ignores her again the next day at school. She notices that Duncan seems to be by his side whenever they're not in separate classes. And Duncan...well, he looks happy, happier than Veronica's ever seen him.
Early in the evening, she gets a text.
THINK OF SOMETHING TO DO FOR ME. BE CREATIVE. YOU WILL BE REWARDED.
Be creative? Fuck.
She completely blows off her homework, unable to concentrate on anything except what might please him.
-----
At the Neptune Grand, Logan relaxes on the couch. Duncan is doing all of Logan's homework for him. (Logan has specified, "Solid B work, no better; I don't need the teachers getting suspicious.") His laptop and cell phone are on the coffeetable. He keeps glancing at them, expecting something from Veronica at any moment. He checks his watch again; ninety minutes since he sent his text. Time to goose her. He grabs the phone and texts her again.
I'M WAITING. I'M GETTING ANGRY.
He stabs the 'send' button.
-----
Veronica gets the text and flips out. She's been poring over sextoy websites, looking at vibrators and handcuffs, trying to think what she could get him. She hadn't understood that there was a time limit, and she's completely panicked.
What's left of rational Veronica, the part of her that hasn't yet been corrupted by him, tries to protest that this is ridiculous—she is free and doesn't have to do anything if she doesn't want to. But she ignores the little voice and swears to do better.
She tries to calm down and think. Finally she sets up the video camera on a tripod and attaches a USB cord to her laptop so she can see a preview. She looks at her outfit in the mirror and changes, making sure to wear her sexiest black lingerie. Veronica sets the camera to record and stands in front of the camera. She takes a deep breath and begins.
Veronica blows a kiss toward the lens and runs her finger down her tight blouse, with its top three buttons strategically unbuttoned. She turns around and wiggles her ass in front of the camera for a moment before turning back around. She licks her lips as she opens the remaining buttons on her blouse slowly.
She feels completely ridiculous, but she doesn't know what else to do, and that last text scared her. She realizes she can't decide what's worse: if he is furious with her, or if he isn't.
Now her bra is exposed; she removes the shirt, sultrily, she hopes. Veronica slowly unzips the side zipper of her skirt and lets it slip down her legs, shimmying a little to help it go down. Clad only in panties and a bra now, she moves a chair in front of the camera and sits down, her legs spread wide. She begins to massage her breasts, surprisingly becoming quite aroused at the thought of Logan watching this video. Her tongue slips out of her mouth as she kneads her nipples through the bra and her eyes close in pleasure as she pinches herself through the delicate fabric.
Veronica winks at the camera and trails her fingers down her belly to her crotch. The silky fabric of her underwear feels incredibly sensuous, and she begins to stroke herself, massaging her clit through the fabric and soaking the material with her juices. She takes a long time but finally throws her head back as she brings herself to release, her crotch jolting forward in her excitement.
She looks directly at the camera and stands up; she removes the bra and panties and puts them in a large manila envelope. Veronica smiles at the camera one last time and shuts it off. She calls the Neptune Messenger Service and asks for a rush pickup, going from the Sunset Cliffs Apartments to the Neptune Grand.
-----
About forty minutes later, Logan opens the door of the suite to a messenger boy who hands him an envelope. Logan smiles and tips him generously after signing for the package.
He reaches inside and finds a DVD and a set of black lace bra and panties. Suspicious, he brings the underwear to his nose and inhales. He chuckles loudly and returns to the living room to play the DVD.
He watches the video all the way through, and then calls Duncan in to join him.
"Your girlfriend sent me a present," Logan announces. "A DVD."
Duncan stares back; Logan has not given him explicit permission to speak yet.
Logan adds, "Sit down. Let's watch it together." He pats the couch next to him.
Duncan sits down nervously; as incredible as the last few days have been for him, Logan still scares him.
They watch as Veronica sensuously strips for the camera. Logan comments, "Just a few days ago, she couldn't even do this for me alone. Now she's doing it for the camera. You see what it does to a woman if you plug her right. She's practically a whore for me now."
Duncan is getting upset, but he refrains from retorting. Logan keeps needling him as they watch the video. As Veronica fingers herself, he asks, "She never sent you any videos like this?" Duncan wisely just shakes his head 'no' and looks away. At the end, Logan asks, "Do you want to suck me off?"
Duncan nods and gets on his knees on the floor in front of Logan, who watches the video a third time. He buries his face in Veronica's dirty panties as Duncan gives him a tremendous blow job.
-----
Veronica walks into the school with trepidation. She never heard from Logan the night before, and she lay awake all night worried that somehow she had done something wrong. She looks around for him before homeroom, but he's not there.
However, when she opens her locker, she sees a small gift-wrapped package. Her heart leaps, and she quickly reads the note.
I WAS VERY PLEASED WITH YOUR SURPRISE. DO NOT OPEN THIS NOW. TAKE IT WITH YOU AND WAIT FOR MY INSTRUCTIONS.
She's suddenly very glad she didn't wear underwear again. She slips the package into her purse, gathers her books for her first class, and slams the locker shut.
-----
In second period, Logan makes a point of sitting next to her. She opens her mouth to speak, and he gives her a stern look. Halfway through class, her phone begins to vibrate. Stealthily, she sneaks it out of her purse and onto her lap, where she can read it out of sight of the teacher.
GO TO THE BATHROOM. OPEN THE PACKAGE AND FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS EXACTLY.
She swallows, suddenly nervous. Logan is facing forward, with a broad smile that she realizes is just a little bit evil. She puts up her hand. "Mr. Wu, can I please go to the bathroom?"
"Veronica, don't you think you could wait until the end of the period?" he says with exasperation.
"N-no, I really can't wait," she stutters. "Please."
Mr. Wu frowns. "Hurry back."
Veronica practically runs out of the classroom. She secrets herself in a stall in the girls' room and opens the package.
Inside a small box is a something made out of purple vinyl, with thin, but strong attached black straps. The box says, "Remote Control Butterfly Vibrator". Veronica suddenly loses her breath. She reads the included note.
PUT THE VIBRATOR ON. MAKE SURE TO SECURE IT PROPERLY AGAINST YOUR CLIT. WAIT IN THE BATHROOM UNTIL I ACTIVATE IT BEFORE YOU COME BACK TO CLASS. YOU WILL WEAR THIS ALL DAY TODAY.
Oh god. He has the remote, she realizes. She hurriedly puts the vibrator on, struggling a little with the straps to get it on right. And then she waits. She checks her watch, worrying about Mr. Wu getting upset about her absence.
Suddenly the vibrator turns on for a few seconds and then off, and she jumps a mile high from the shock. She closes her eyes and leans against the door to the stall, waiting. She's quite certain that won't be all. Then the vibrator turns on and stays on; she shakes as the vibrator stimulates her, with just one thought running through her head: You will wear this all day today. And then she realizes that the vibrations are clearly audible. What is he planning? Oh god.
When the vibrator finally shuts off, Veronica is a little weak in the knees. She quickly exits the bathroom returns to class, with the vibrator still firmly attached to her crotch.
Mr. Wu comments, "About time." He looks at her face a little more closely and asks, "Are you all right? You look a little flushed. Perhaps you should go see the nurse."
She hears Logan's muffled laugh. Veronica replies quickly, "No, I'm fine. I don't need to see the nurse. I'm sorry I took so long." She hustles back to her seat, trying not to look at Logan.
After she sits down, she steals a glance at him. He is running his thumb over a small remote control in his hand. He smiles evilly and whispers, "Feeling good, Ronnie?" He pretends to trigger the remote, and Veronica jumps. Logan covers up his laugh with a cough.
-----
She doesn't hear a word of Mr. Wu's lecture. After class ends, Logan follows close behind her as she exits into the noisy hallway. Suddenly he triggers the remote. She lurches helplessly in surprise. The sound of the vibrator is inaudible compared to the loud kids yelling back and forth. Veronica tries to keep walking, and Logan turns up the intensity on the vibrator. She actually gasps, and Corny turns to her and says, "What's up, Mars?"
She shakes her head, unable to speak and trying desperately not to pant aloud. Weakly, she manages, "Catch you later, Corny," and she leans against the nearest locker to ride it out.
Mr. Wu walks by and stops short. With concern, he asks, "Veronica, you really don't look well. Let me help you to the nurse's office."
"No! I'm fine, it's just my...I'm having cramps," she blurts out, hoping he'll leave her alone.
"Oh...I'm sorry. Are you sure?"
"I'm sure...thanks, Mr. Wu," she says weakly, as waves of pleasure threaten to drop her to the ground.
"No problem," Mr. Wu replies as he walks away.
Logan joins her and ostentatiously turns the vibrator off, then on, then off, then on again, making her jolt each time. He giggles.
"You're a bastard," she says feebly when he finally turns it off.
"Now, now, Ronnie, this is your reward; you're supposed to be enjoying it," he retorts. Logan tosses the remote up in the air a few times. She reaches for it, and he snatches it away from her. "I wish I had this last year when you were torturing me and accusing me of being an evildoer."
She bites back a scathing rejoinder, and he watches with amusement at her internal struggle. He touches her nose lightly and whispers, "You love it. That's why you keep coming back for more."
He turns to walk away and tosses over his shoulder, "And you ain't seen nothin' yet."
-----
He turns on the vibrator again at lunch when a plane flies overhead. While everyone else is shouting to be heard over the noise of the jumbo jet's engines, Veronica Mars is trying to control her body from shaking.
Seventh period is health class. Ms. Hauser writes, 'ALTERNATIVE LIFESTYLES' on the board and underlines it. A few girls titter: everyone knows bitter old Ms. Hauser has had her own bad experience with an alternative lifestyle. She begins to lecture on homosexuality and reads an obviously prepared treatise on how non-heterosexual urges were 'healthy and normal'. Ms. Hauser actually grimaces at several points in the lecture.
Logan puts up his hand for a question. "Ms. Hauser, what about other alternative lifestyles?"
Oh you bastard, Veronica thinks.
"Yes, Logan?"
Logan looks thoughtful. "What about dominance and submission...I think they call it D/S? I really don't understand what's in it for the submissive partner."
"That's beyond the scope of this class, Mr. Echolls...thank god."
"I was wondering if that could be the subject of my oral project. I think Veronica said she would be my partner."
"No...I didn—" she begins, but out of the corner of her eye, she sees Logan ostentatiously fingering the remote, and she falls silent, fuming all the while.
"That sounds like an excellent project," Ms. Hauser announces, making a note in her class record book. "Thank you for volunteering, Logan."
After class is over, she spins around and says bitterly, "That was it. We're done."
He triggers the remote in his pocket and smugly stays silent.
"Ah!! Damn it!! Stop it now," she says harshly.
He smirks and turns up the intensity. She whirls around and heads for the girls' bathroom, trying to remain steady on her feet. Logan follows and slams the door shut behind them, wedging the doorstop in place.
Veronica ignores him. She flips up her skirt and tries to detach the straps from the buzzing purple butterfly.
From behind, Logan grabs her firmly by the shoulders and forces her to straighten up, her back against his front. He looks at her angry face in the mirror and says quietly, "If you take it off, we're done. No more spanking. No more fucking in the library. No more exploring everything you've ever wanted." He reaches around and tweaks her nipple harshly, and she moans loudly. "If you think Duncan can take care of your needs for you, you're sadly mistaken, Veronica."
Logan moves his hand down to the vibrator and pulls it, buzzing, hard against her clit. The expression on her face suddenly changes to lust. "Do you want to be fucked, little girl?" he asks. "Right here, in the bathroom. You've been very bad to go against me today," he adds, swatting her on the ass. "Especially when I tried to reward you with this nice vibrator."
"Oh god...Logan...fuck me," she moans.
"Are you going to do what you're told?" he asks, nudging her ass with his bulging cock as he keeps the vibrator tight on her clit.
"Yes...please, Logan." She's panting and writhing now, rubbing her ass against his crotch.
He quickly turns her around and lifts her up onto the counter, pushing her all the way back and putting her legs up on his shoulders. Logan unzips and slides into her sopping cunt in one easy stroke, with the vibrator still buzzing merrily.
She moans loudly, reaching for her nipples to torment herself. With her legs over his shoulders, he's in complete control of her body and positioning, and he really gives it to her, thrusting hard and leaving bruises on her hips with his fingertips.
"God, love you, Logan," she whispers, and he stops mid-stroke.
"The fuck you do," he spits. "This isn't love."
"Noooo...don't stop," she begs piteously. "I've been so bad, I...I need to be fucked, Logan."
He strokes slowly but ruthlessly, saying, "What else do you need, Veronica?"
"Oh g-g-god, I want you to spank me again, I'm such a bad girl."
He thrusts hard, hitting her inner walls, and she gasps aloud.
"What else?"
"I want you to fuck me in the ass again...I want...Ah!...anything you want to do to me. Please, Logan."
"You're going to submit to me and take the punishment you deserve?" he presses, stopping again to wait for her answer.
"Yes, yes, please don't stop," she begs, almost crying.
"Say you're sorry for complaining about the vibrator," he demands, thrusting once.
"I'm sorry! I'll wear it whenever you want!! Ah! Please, Logan!"
He comes hard and pulls out. Logan lifts her legs off his shoulders and lets her sit up. He extracts the remote control from his pocket and shuts it off. The sudden silence is loud in the room.
"I don't want you washing my come off until I tell you it's okay," he says brusquely. Logan zips up, removes the doorstop, and leaves without a look back.
He walks out into the hallway; the bell rings for the next class, and he ignores it. Logan walks straight out of the school into his X-Terra, climbs in, and rests his head against the steering wheel without starting the car.
What are you doing? She admitted what you wanted. She said she loved you. It's one thing to make her see the mistake she made. This is....
Fuck.
He steels his heart. She's loving this. Right? Right!? She needs this. It's not my responsibility to understand why she wants this.
And I hate her, remember?
-----
That evening, she tries fruitlessly to get some homework done. She keeps checking her phone, expecting something from him. She spent the day avoiding everyone, certain that anyone could smell the odor of sex that she's reeking of. Her dad was in the kitchen making dinner, and she begged off, saying she had had pizza with Wallace, locking herself in her room and making do with a candy bar for her dinner. She had listened to her dad watching TV, hoping that he would go to bed, so that she could sneak out if Logan called, or maybe she was hoping that Logan wouldn't call, so she wouldn't get caught, or maybe she was hoping to get caught, and then....
She's so confused. It used to be so clear...she was the one who used to be completely morally certain. She knew what was wrong and what was right. She had mocked those straying spouses, with their self-indulgent needs and their perverted desires, meeting under cover of darkness at seedy hotels like the Camelot. She remembers one particular woman who had been in a curiously similar position to her own, and she quite clearly recalls thinking that the woman was completely sick. She passes her hand over her forehead, trying to make sense of it.
She's still wearing the butterfly vibrator, even though she knows he can't possibly trigger it unless he is in the apartment. Still, she catches herself imagining that it's vibrating again, and her clit is sore and aching, begging for attention. She thinks about touching herself, but decides that she's not supposed to without his permission. There's so many rules...I can't even figure out what I'm supposed to do.
She ends up getting nothing done on her homework. Her ten-page paper on Wordsworth is due tomorrow, and she doesn't even have a thesis statement.
All she can think about is Logan's hand coming down firmly on her ass...over and over again.
-----
It takes some time and quite a bit of his inheritance to accomplish the preparations for Logan's next step. He checks his watch; her dad should be asleep by now. He doesn't want her dad to be the one to catch her. When everything is in place, he sends her a text.
YOU CAN TAKE A SHOWER. GET DRESSED. WEAR THAT RED SKIRT FROM EIGHTH GRADE, YOUR BLACK TUBE TOP, AND YOUR RED HIGH HEELS. WEAR MAKEUP, A CHOKER NECKLACE, AND EARRINGS. NO PANTIES.
DRIVE TO THE NEPTUNE GRAND. THIS IS THE ROUTE YOU'RE GOING TO TAKE: MAGNOLIA TO THIRD TO ELM. LEFT ON FIFTH STREET, RIGHT ON BAXTER, LEFT ON MAIN TO THE HOTEL. WHILE YOU'RE DRIVING, KEEP YOUR LEGS SPREAD APART. I'LL KNOW IF YOU DON'T.
-----
She follows his instructions to the letter. The red skirt is tight spandex; it was too small in eighth grade and now it's completely obscene, barely covering her ass. She knows if she keeps her legs apart, everything will show. The route he prescribed will take her past several districts with late night restaurants, and she assumes he wants her to be seen, in all her glory.
She's trembling before she even leaves the apartment.
Veronica gets in the LeBaron and begins to follow his route. Her legs are spread wide, the muscles twitching uncontrollably in nervousness. She just barely misses the light at Fifth Street. She slams on the brakes and waits for the green, shaking and sweating, but still holding her legs far apart as instructed.
As she waits for the light, a man crosses in front of her car, looks in the window, and leers at her. He does a doubletake and walks to the passenger window. He taps on it and makes a rolling motion with his hand, urging her to open the window. She closes her eyes and wills the light to change. The man taps again and says, "Come on, baby, talk to me!"
She doesn't even consider closing her legs.
Finally, the light changes, and she guns it. Veronica sees the light up ahead changing to yellow, and she speeds up. Suddenly there's a loud whoop and flashing lights in her rearview mirror. Veronica hits the brake and immediately slows to the speed limit, hoping irrationally that the cop car behind her is tailing someone else.
Over the cruiser's loudspeaker, she hears, "Pull over now. Maroon LeBaron, let's go."
Fuck...it's Lamb. Fuck...fuck!!
She pulls over to the side of the road, her heart pounding like never before. Fuck Logan, she thinks, and she pulls her legs together and tries to pull the skirt down a little and the tube top up as far as it will stretch. She glances in the rearview mirror and cringes at the deep red lipstick and heavy eye makeup she's wearing.
Sheriff Lambs strides to the side of her vehicle, chewing gum like his life depends on it. He taps brusquely on the window, and she rolls it down, staring straight ahead. "Veronica Mars," Lamb says gleefully, laughing uncontrollably. "Nice outfit," he comments, staring openly at her legs.
Veronica is flushing deep red.
"Do you know how fast you were going? Sixty in a twenty-five. And two broken taillights. In a hurry? Got a fire in your panties?" He chuckles at his joke and cranes his head to try to get a look at her crotch.
"Just give me the ticket," she bites.
"Unh, unh. We had a call that there was a maroon LeBaron driving erratically. I need to administer a field sobriety test."
Veronica suddenly knows. Logan planned this.
Lamb opens her car door and gestures that she should exit the vehicle.
She tries desperately to keep herself concealed as she steps out of the car. The red high heels that Logan had specified are very high: four inches, with fuck-me straps. She stumbles a little and steadies herself on the car.
"A little tipsy, Mars? Are you sure you don't want to tell me a story about somebody slipping a drug into your drink?" Lamb asks sarcastically.
"I'm completely sober. Give me a breathalyzer," she replies, forcing her voice to stay steady even though she's quaking with fear.
"Ahh. No can do. The breathalyzer is not functioning right now. I'll need you to walk a straight line. That yellow line over there: one foot in front of the other."
"Can I take my shoes off?" she asks desperately.
"Much as I'd enjoy that show, no. Department rules prohibit barefoot sobriety tests."
"Fuck," she says, under her breath.
A crowd has begun to gather. Veronica holds her head high and walks over to the line. The heels are too high for her, and she wobbles as she puts one foot in front of the other. The heels also make her hips sway in a very enticing way, and Lamb tilts his head, appreciating the view. The crowd murmurs as well, and a man whistles.
"Okay, that's enough," Lamb says.
"I can touch my nose. I'm not drunk." Veronica demonstrates.
"What I'd really like to see is you touch your toes right now," Lamb suggests. He whispers to her, "You're lucky there's a crowd. I have to behave myself."
"Yeah, I'm a lucky girl," Veronica says bitterly.
"Can't believe I've never caught you in my speed trap before, Mars."
"You're admitting this is a speed trap?"
"It's clearly posted; twenty-five miles per hour. You high school kids just can't follow the rules." Lamb chews his gum for a minute, then asks, "Okay if I search your car for contraband?"
"Go ahead, I'm not drunk."
"In my opinion, you weren't able to walk a straight line. But...I'll take that as permission to search your car."
Veronica suddenly realizes this is a mistake. "Wait...."
Lamb looks at her sharply and gets in her car. Under the passenger seat, he finds a half-empty bottle of Scotch. "What's this? An open container?" He gets out of the car and shows it to her.
"That's not mine!" she protests.
"Tell it to the judge. Turn around and put your hands behind your back. Veronica Mars, you're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law...." As he speaks, Lamb cuffs her and pushes her toward the cruiser.
-----
About an hour later, Logan shows up at the Neptune Sheriff's Department. She's in the holding cell, seated on the bench with her legs pressed tightly together, for what good it does her. He looks at her through the bars and says, "Need a ride?"
She mutters, "I think what I need is a shrink."
"I think the appropriate response is, 'Thank you, Logan, for bailing me out,'" he replies. "I can see why you wouldn't want to call your dad. Tsk, tsk, tsk. The way kids dress today."
"Why do you hate me? I'm doing everything you ask," she pleads heartrendingly.
"No, no, you're not understanding. I'm doing what you want. Tell me not you're not turned on right now."
She looks away, unable to deny it.
He continues, "All those men, looking at you. Knowing you were going to have to call me for help. Sheriff Lamb looking at your ass and tits. Oh, and by the way, you're going to have to work off a substantial fee for my attorney, who did manage to get all the charges against you dropped. Of course I also had to make a sizeable contribution to the Sheriff's Department Annual Fundraiser."
"You set me up," she hisses.
Logan smiles broadly. "And it was worth it. I had someone taping the whole arrest for me. It could make its way onto the World Wide Web, if you'd like. Or to your dad. Maybe even to my entire email contact list."
"No!" she breathes fearfully.
"It's completely up to you. Say thank you for saving me."
"Thank you for saving me," she says through gritted teeth.
"Good girl. Love the outfit, by the way." He calls back to the front, "We're ready, Sheriff."
Lamb walks around the corner. "Try to keep her under control."
"Oh, I will. I will," Logan replies. When Lamb opens the cell, Logan solicitously puts his arm around her, and then, in full view of the sheriff, grabs her ass hard. "She just needs a firm hand." He adds in a low whisper in her ear, "And I'm going to give it to you."
Veronica flushes again, but she is simultaneously aroused by his promise and sickened by the humiliation he's forced on her tonight. Her nipples are embarrassingly erect and obvious in the tube-top, and she knows she is damp under the short skirt. She totters a little in the cursed high heels as Logan leads her to the X-Terra.
Once seated in the X-Terra, Logan looks at her expectantly. She is momentarily confused, and then she spreads her legs wide for him. He puts a hand under her skirt and begins to finger her damp folds. Logan says huskily, "How much do you think Lamb would charge me to let me fuck you in the cell? It would totally be worth it. Handcuff you to the bars, with your legs spread wide for me. Maybe even let him watch."
He strokes her hard, making her gasp. "And just think, the night's just getting started. You haven't had a good spanking in such a long time, and you have to admit, getting arrested for drunk driving, wearing a hooker outfit? You are a very bad girl, Veronica."
She pants a little, still furious, but completely unwilling to do or say anything that will make him take away his hand. Veronica struggles hard with her dilemma.
"Say it, Veronica. 'I'm a bad girl, and I need to be spanked.'" He taps her clit hard, making her jump a little in the seat.
She whispers, "I'm a bad girl, and I need to be spanked. Damn you."
"Unh, unh, unh! You just earned some more punishment." He pulls his hand away and starts the car, refusing to look at her anymore.
She thinks, Fuck. But she knows...she's completely thrilled at his words.
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In the elevator at the Neptune Grand, Logan pushes her in front of him and puts his hand underneath her skirt. He whispers into her ear, "Remember, the security guards are watching the video monitor right now." He strokes her, and she becomes unbearably excited. "Don't moan," he cautions as he pushes two fingers into her and begins pumping. The elevator dings at the second floor, and a man and a woman join them in the elevator, walking in and turning toward the front of the elevator. "Mmm," Logan whispers as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of her. They arrive at their floor, and Logan pulls out his fingers and pushes her forward through the couple. "Go ahead, honey, I'm right behind you." She walks unsteadily, and the man and woman stare at her barely concealed ass as she sways down the hallway with Logan a few feet behind.
The elevator doors close behind them, and Logan snarks, "You put on a great show, Ronnie." He catches up and grabs her arm, thoroughly controlling her as they walk down the hallway. Her red face betrays her humiliation at his hands.
Logan slips the card key in the lock and opens the door, calling out, "Honey, we're home. Come on out, Duncan, and look what I've got."
Duncan emerges from the bathroom, wearing only an apron, yellow rubber gloves, and...a leather collar. Veronica sucks in her breath. Thus...the turtlenecks all this week. She feels very upset suddenly and is about to angrily turn on Logan until she realizes...she's upset because she's jealous. She exhales sharply, but remains quiet, and Logan glances at her.
Logan comments, "I think Veronica is wondering about your new accessory, Duncan."
Suddenly, she blurts, "Why is he wearing an apron?"
Logan prompts, "Tell her, Duncan."
"I'm cleaning the bathroom," Duncan replies shyly.
Logan adds peremptorially, "You just can't get good help these days. Duncan's very happy to step in and keep the place spick and span. Aren't you, Duncan? Show Veronica how grateful you are to me."
Duncan sheds the rubber gloves and walks quickly over to Logan. He kneels at Logan's feet and kisses his shoes.
Logan laughs. He turns to Veronica and says, "He came up with that by himself. And like I told you, I reward initiative. Stand up, Duncan, and show Veronica your other new accessory."
Duncan slowly stands up and removes the apron. His cock is enclosed in a metal chastity cage. Veronica gasps. He looks to Logan for permission and, receiving it, explains to Veronica, "I'm working up to wearing it full time. That's why I had to have a medical excuse to get out of gym class."
"I had a doctor who was willing to oblige...for a fee. Duncan's working that off. Just like you're going to work off your debt, Veronica. But just like Duncan's enjoying his work, I think you'll be enjoying yours," Logan says. He turns to Duncan and asks, "What do you think of your girlfriend's outfit?"
Duncan hangs his head and mumbles, "She's hot."
"I didn't hear you."
"She looks hot."
"I don't remember her ever dressing that way for you, Duncan."
"I think she's your whore now, sir."
Veronica gasps again and looks at Logan, very upset. "Logan...stop this."
Logan shakes his head. "At the rate you're going, Ronnie, you're never going to catch up. You have so many spankings ahead of you that you may never be able to sit down again."
Duncan chimes in, "Veronica, I'm very happy. Just do what he says. He's a wonderful master."
Logan chuckles. "It's no wonder you two had such an inadequate sex life with both of you being bottoms. Speaking of bottoms...Veronica, pull up your skirt and show us your ass." He pushes her forward.
She stumbles a little on the heels before she regains her balance. Her face flaming, she pulls up her skirt around her waist.
"Now turn around," Logan directs. When she has faced them again, he says, "Pull the tube top down."
She complies; now both her skirt and the tube top are pushed around her waist, and she stands there nervously in her fuck-me heels. Logan snorts loudly. "I don't know what it is, but you look hotter like that than when you're completely naked. I have another present for you, Ronnie. I hope you'll be more appreciative than you were of your vibrator."
He picks up another small gift-wrapped box from the table and walks it over to her. Veronica notes that the gaily colored foil giftwrap has a pattern of erect penises.
"Open it," Logan urges. He giggles, "I do love presents."
It looks like a jewellery box from one of the most expensive stores in Neptune. Veronica rips off the paper and snaps open a velvet-lined box; she doesn't recognize the item inside, which seems to be primarily comprised of a chain, and she looks up at Logan bewildered.
"They're called clover clamps, dear. For your nipples," Logan explains. "Duncan, put them on her."
Veronica is scared and aroused; she feels the moisture pooling between her legs as she recalls Logan twisting her nipples viciously the week before. Her nipples are already hard and erect with the relentless stimulation of this entire day, with not nearly enough release.
"Veronica, clasp your hands behind you," Logan says sternly. "Keep quiet."
Duncan takes the clamps; he tweaks one of her nipples a little to make it as erect as possible as he mouths, "I'm sorry" to her. The spring-loaded clamp bites down hard on her nipple, and she shakes with the effort not to scream. He does the same with the other nipple, and Veronica exhales sharply and totters a little on her heels. She pants with the effort to control herself against the mind-numbing pain of the clamps. The chain attaching the two clamps swings between her breasts.
Logan walks over to inspect. He says, "Feels good, huh, Ronnie?"
Her eyes watering slightly, she nods her agreement.
Logan suddenly pulls on the chain and tightens the clamps, and she screams. "I thought I told you to be quiet," he scolds. "Turn around, spread your legs, and grab your ankles."
Veronica hurries to comply; she turns around and carefully manages to hold her balance on the high heels as she bends to grab her ankles. Even knowing it's coming, she whimpers loudly as he spanks her hard five times.
"Stand up," he commands. "Turn around. Hands behind your back again."
She manages to stand up without falling off her heels and turns to face him. He gently takes the chain in his fingers again and says sternly, looking directly into her eyes, "I mean it. Keep quiet this time."
He yanks hard, and the clamps bite harshly into her nipples. She grits her teeth against the sensation but doesn't scream this time, although the tears run down her cheeks.
"Good girl," he praises her. And surprisingly, he caresses her cheek.
She closes her eyes; his soft touch is so wonderful in contrast to the fire in her nipples.
Logan asks, "Do you like your present, Ronnie?"
She nods quickly, remembering the humiliation he gave her for not appreciating the vibrator. Veronica says in a soft voice, "Thank you, sir. I love my clover clamps. Thank you for putting them on me. Thank you for putting up with me and my ingratitude."
"Down on your hands and knees," he replies. The heavy chain between the clamps swings and pulls on her nipples as she gets into position, and she winces overtly.
He looks at her questioningly, and she says, "Thank you, sir. Do what you want with me."
"I intend to. Duncan, get the riding crop. I believe I left it in your bedroom last night. And...the new ballgag."
Veronica shivers but holds her position nicely, Logan notes. Duncan returns with the items.
"Put the gag on her," Logan instructs. Duncan kneels down and puts the ballgag in place, forcing her mouth to take it. They meet eyes briefly, both of them obviously uncomfortable with truly examining why they are letting, and even encouraging, Logan to treat them this way.
Logan kneels down and grabs her jaw, forcing her to look up at him. "Crawl." She looks up at him, confusion in her eyes, and he specifies, "Crawl around the room. Fast...let's go." He stands up and looks at Duncan. "Do you need for me to explain what I want you to do?"
Duncan shakes his head 'no'; he takes the riding crop and switches Veronica on the ass. She whimpers around the gag and begins to try to crawl away from him. Duncan chases her, hitting her on the ass with the crop. Logan takes a seat on the couch and begins filming them with his video camera. He chortles, "This is fucking great stuff."
Veronica's nipples are aching, with the chain swinging as she tries to get away from Duncan and the crop. The crop stings more than hurts, but instinctively she tries to get away from it. Suddenly, she is flooded with pleasure as her body absorbs the blows and her nipples become accustomed to and welcome the pinch of the clamps. She realizes the only thing that would stop her from continuing is fatigue: she is loving this. Veronica is hoping that Logan is pleased enough with her performance that he will fuck her but good. She keeps thinking about last week, when he spanked her and fucked her in the ass, making her come like she had never come before.
Logan frowns. "Duncan, put your back into it. I know you'd rather receive, but she's enjoying this a little too much."
Duncan begins to whip her harder, obviously afraid of Logan's displeasure. She whimpers; it's suddenly a lot more painful, and a little more than she can take.
"Much better, Duncan."
Veronica thinks ruefully, My hero.
After a few minutes, Logan says, "Okay, enough, I'm bored." He shuts off the video camera as Duncan and Veronica freeze in position, waiting for their next instruction. "Duncan, go to your room, I'm done with you for tonight. Good boy." Duncan goes to Logan, hands him the crop, kneels and kisses his feet again before disappearing into his bedroom.
Veronica is trembling on her hands and knees. She wants this, but she doesn't. She is so confused; her ass hurts, but she is worked up and excited—incredibly eager to be fucked in whatever way Logan has in mind.
"Stand up, Ronnie," Logan directs.
She stands up shakily and turns to face him. Without warning, he pulls off the clover clamps, and she screams as the blood flows back into her nipples. Before he can object, she says quickly, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry. Forgive me, sir. You surprised me, sir. Thank you, I love my present."
He nods approvingly. "There's hope for you yet." He stares at her, apparently lost in thought.
Veronica casts her eyes downward and says quietly, "Excuse me, sir?"
"Yes?"
"Will you be spanking and fucking me tonight? Please, sir, I've been such a bad girl. I haven't appreciated your presents properly, and I really need to be punished."
Logan exhales in amusement. "Come here."
She comes closer; he indicates with his finger that she should turn around. He slaps the inside of her thigh lightly, and she moves her legs far apart for him. Throughout, she keeps her arms tightly clasped behind her back, hoping to please him.
Tenderly, he strokes her aching cunt. Her clit is engorged and throbbing, and he flicks it repeatedly until she moans. She thrusts her ass back at him, hoping he'll get the hint, but he swats her hard, and she stays still after that. He fingers her until she comes hard, shaking and trembling as he works at her.
"Thank you, sir," she says in a choked voice, disappointed beyond measure that he doesn't want to fuck her. "I'll try to do better next time."
"Wait here," he replies. "Don't move."
She nods.
Logan disappears into his bedroom for a few minutes before returning. He says quietly, "Go in the bedroom." He lets her proceed him; she sways her ass a little more than necessary, hopeful that perhaps he has changed his mind.
Once in the bedroom, Logan closes the door and says, "Take off everything."
She hurries to remove her skirt and the tube top. Veronica turns away from him and leans down to unbuckle the straps on her shoes; she makes sure to move her ass as enticingly as possible as she removes them.
"I'm very pleased with the progress of your training," Logan comments, and she feels thrilled at his approval.
She turns around and touches her ears, which have jangly large hoops in them. He nods, and she removes the earrings and the choker around her neck.
"On the bed, on your back. Head on the pillow," he says calmly. Veronica gets on the bed quickly and looks to him for more instructions. "Stretch your arms out over your head to the corners."
He takes one wrist at a time and fastens it to cuffs. "Good girl. Bring your ankles to your wrists."
She's a little afraid, but she does it without question. He secures her ankles to a second set of cuffs. The bonds pull her ass into the air, with her cunt and asshole fully on display.
She couldn't be more thrilled.
And then...he puts the ballgag back on her and a blindfold over her eyes. The thrill is now tinged with fear and worry over her blindness and her inability to call for help. She never realized what Logan is capable of, and she wonders if she has finally gotten herself into a situation she can't handle.
Without explanation, she feels something being pushed into her asshole. A buttplug, she realizes. It's uncomfortable but not ridiculously painful. She tries to relax as the lubed plug is fully inserted, stretching her a little, and then it is rotated once for good measure. Logan lightly slaps her ass, hitting the buttplug and causing an extremely pleasurable ache. She whimpers a little around the ballgag. She hears the light switch, and through the blindfold the darkness is complete.
He's leaving me like this. She's more confused than ever.
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An hour goes by....exhausted, Veronica falls asleep, stretched in her open position.
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The ballgag is removed, and Veronica wakes up. Immediately she remembers her situation, and she instinctively tenses. Nothing happens, and she can't see anything around the edges of her blindfold.
She expects his cock in her mouth, or a vibrator jammed in her cunt, or...whatever evil plan he has in mind. She certainly doesn't expect....
He kisses her, tonguing her fiercely and taking her breath away. Logan mutters, "You can't run away from me now."
"I don't want to," she replies breathlessly. Without thinking, she asks, "What are you going to do to me?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out," he answers.
She bites back a sharp retort; he sees the restraint and laughs before kissing her again.
He murmurs, "You're so beautiful, spread open for me like this."
He's fucking with me, she thinks. "I'm sorry, sir, I promise I'll be good from now on."
"Really," he comments. "Do you need a spanking, Veronica?"
"Oh yes, please, sir."
He sits up and spanks her hard ten times, thrilling her to pieces. Occasionally he aims the spank to hit the buttplug, and she gasps in delight.
And then, to her surprise, he puts his mouth on her, and begins to lick her clit. The combination of her open position, her exhaustion, and her extreme titillation lets her relax into his tongue's strokes, and she begins to orgasm almost immediately.
Logan moves up and begins to suck on her tormented nipples. He kisses and licks away their soreness, and Veronica thinks she's in heaven. He settles in on her right nipple, and begins flicking it repeatedly with his tongue, making her moan aloud.
She is panting, unbelievably aroused by his actions. He rolls her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and she arches as much as her bonds will allow. "Veronica, you can talk."
"Please, sir, spank me some more," she begs him.
He spanks her ten times again. She's beginning to anticipate a pattern, and when he stops, she holds her breath, hoping....
He pushes his cock into her cunt, and she moans so loudly that he thinks the front desk can hear her. "Oh god, it's...it's...I feel so full. Oh god, Logan...."
He can feel the butt plug through her walls, and she feels incredibly tight, with her entire body quivering underneath him. Logan thrusts slowly, trying to keep her at this height of arousal as long as possible; when it seems like she's going to come, he pulls out and begins to spank her again. She writhes uncontrollably against her cuffs, begging him loudly to do it harder and to fuck her.
He forces her to take a break by heaving himself up to kiss him again; he's tempted to remove her blindfold so that he can look in her eyes, but he knows that her blindness is spurring her on. Logan massages her breasts as he kisses her neck, sucking hard on that spot that he had told Duncan about, and marking her for the world to see.
She's begging him again. He whispers in her ear, "More?"
"Please, Logan," she replies. "More."
He takes a small wooden paddle and strikes her ass lightly. She arches against the cuffs like she's been hit with a taser jolt. "Yes..." she breathes. "Again."
He hits her nine more times on her reddened ass, each stroke a little bit harder from the previous one. She becomes more incoherent with each stroke. After the last one, he quickly puts the paddle down and grabs the lube, slathering it on his cock. Logan removes her buttplug and presses his cock against her hole; she's still stretched enough that he slips in. Her thrashing movements are completely frantic, and he senses that an orgasm of a lifetime is upon her. He thrusts past her resisting muscles, making her groan again, and fucks her repeatedly. With her cunt spread before him, he begins to rub her clit hard as he sinks down into her.
The waves hit her: she is completely lost to the sensations, unable to speak or even groan as he thrusts over and over again. As the orgasm begins to subside, another one starts, and she manages a single feeble moan of pleasure before losing her voice again.
He comes unexpectedly, his own body overloaded by all the stimulation. Logan stays within her, the two of them panting heavily.
Finally he withdraws. He stands up, releases Veronica from her cuffs, and removes her blindfold. Logan picks her up in his arms and takes her to the bathroom. She is completely worn out by the day's activities and allows him to stand her up in the shower, where he washes her from head to toe under the shower's gentlest setting. When he turns her to rinse her ass and the water strikes her, she winces; he pulls her away from the spray and rinses her with handfuls of water.
She keeps looking at him. He knows she is still overwhelmed by the day, and he remains quiet.
He dries her in one of the fluffy Neptune Grand towels and bundles her off to his bed. She is still staring at him, wide-eyed. He says quietly, "Turn over on your front."
She tenses again.
He smooths lotion on her sore backside, as gently as possible. She gradually begins to relax into his caresses. When he finishes, she rolls onto her side and looks at him silently, laying next to her on his side. He asks her quietly, "Do you love me?"
She nods.
He says quietly, "If you don't mind, I'm going to tell Duncan in the morning he has to go. I'm sure that he'll find someone to take him in."
A single tear rolls down her face. "I'm so sorry I broke up with you. I love you so much, Logan."
"I know. I love you too."