Disclaimer: I do not own CSI.
Author's Note: I came up with this one night after searching for a smutty Grissom/Heather story and not being able to find very many. I hope you enjoy it.
Lady Heather Kessler watched her suitor's hands as he fumbled with the clasps of her corset. She could understand his nervous and shaky movements. It was not everyday that a dominatrix relinquished her position and allowed someone to take control. They both realized that this was not an ordinary occasion, which it should be honored by both. She knew that he was trying to be blasé about the situation, but he really wasn't doing a very good job. Lady Heather could feel his hardness against her thigh, and found it amusing that a man like Gil Grissom would be so excited to be with a dominatrix.
"Here," She whispered in a sultry tone. "Let me show you."
The brunette woman reached up, her hands covering Gil's as she demonstrated how to remove the black corset. She carefully unfastened the eye hooks, doing this slowly so Gil could see how the difficult fastenings could be removed. He smiled down at her, now understanding. She removed her hands, kissed him once more, and waited for Gil to finish his task.
Gil resisted the urge to quickly remove her bindings. He realized that this act, one of such a sacred nature, needed to go slow. His fingers worked slowly, guiding the hooks free to show off a little more of her skin as each clasp was loosened. The arousal Gil had been feeling moments earlier suddenly multiplied as he finally unfastened the last hook. He watched as Heather removed the straps from her shoulders and pushed the corset to the ground, revealing her torso for him to see. Gil looked up and met her eyes, asking for the permission he knew he needed in order to touch her. True, she had let her guard down with this man, but that didn't mean he was going to take advantage of that fact. Heather nodded once and that was all Gil needed, so he continued.
He gently kissed her soft skin. The curve of her neck, her collarbone, the space between her breasts. Heather arched into the touches, her eyes closing at the slow but satisfying rate of their passion. She couldn't remember the last time that she had experienced something so wonderful, and briefly wondered if she had ever encounter someone who was able to make her feel that way. As Gil's lips reconnected with her own, the thoughts were banished from Heather's mind.
Heather moaned as Gil gently sucked her pulse point, and she knew that there would be a bruise in the morning to remember him by. She couldn't take very much more of his pleasurable torture. Gil seemed to sense this, at which point he quickly decided to accelerate their situation. He unzipped her long, black skirt, and watched it fall to the ground. Heather stood frozen for a moment, her body chilled by the sudden contact with the air. Topless and only covered by her black silk panties, the dominatrix looked up the Entomologist with a look that conveyed sheer lust. Gil felt a familiar stirring between his legs and didn't want to waste anymore time. The couple made their way toward Heather's large bed, and she was the first to lie down. Although she felt ready to burst, Heather patiently waited as Gil undressed. She sighed contentedly as he straddled her hips and their passion continued.
This was a first for both of them. Lady Heather, the experienced dominatrix, had let her guard down for a man that she had only met two times. Gil Grissom, a professional in the city of Las Vegas, was dabbling with a woman whose last name he did not even know. It made the entire scenario more exciting, they realized silently but in unison. Moaning softly, Heather wondered just how thrilling their evening would get. An hour with Gil and she had already been surprised by him. She could not wait to if he had any other tricks up his sleeve.