Hospitality
by: Liv-x-Case-Benson
Ch. 1: Anything But Ordinary
Sara sighed as a storm began moving in on her way home from a case. It wasn't terrible at first, then the rain began to hit harder to torrents. Knowing she wouldn't be able to see clearly enough to drive, the brunette pulled over, killing the engine and getting out. She saw a light and ran toward the house, hoping whomever lived there showed her hospitality as she knocked.
Dressed in her usual work attire of leather trousers and a corset with red and black lace, the woman opened the door with a smile. "Can I help you?"
"Um... I guess I didn't realize how close I was to this place. I know you're busy, but would you, maybe, have somewhere I could stay dry for the night? I'm sorry. It's just, the rain is so heavy that I can't see..."
She looked the brunette over before standing aside. "Of course. Do come in."
Sara walked in, drenched and shivering.
"Wait here," she instructed, gathering a couple of warm towels and a dressing gown. "The bathroom is upstairs on the right."
"Thank you," she said, going upstairs to dry off and change, walking back down a few minutes later.
"Would you like some tea?"
"Please."
"I'm Heather, by the way," she smiled, pouring her a cup.
Sara smiled, sitting on the couch. "Yes, I know. I've worked a few cases here. I work for the LVPD as a criminalist. I'm Sara Sidle."
"I know who you are, though I have been yet to meet you."
Sara smiled again, taking a sip. "I suppose you've got things to do."
"Actually, I have no booking this evening. Can I make you something to eat?"
"Sure. What do you have?"
"I could do chicken wrapped in bacon?"
"Sounds good. Would you like some company?"
"Sure. This storm is supposed to last until at least morning."
"Ugh! I've already been in it enough."
Heating the oven, Heather smiled. "At least you stopped near my place and didn't have to walk miles."
Sara nodded, sitting at the table. "I can see the two different sides of you very clearly. It's interesting."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean...the attire and yet you're cooking food. It's uh..."
Heather approached Sara standing in front of her. "It's what? I can change..."
Sara shook her head. "No, i-it's very fitting. Don't change on my account. I've never been into the harshness of BDSM, but you certainly look great in leather..." she blushed a bit.
Smirking, Heather went back to cooking. "Thank you."
"How long have you had this business?"
"Nearly ten years. I had another before this."
"You did? I'm surprised."
"Why are you surprised, Sara?"
"I just thought this was all you'd ever done."
"It is, but I owned a smaller location before I purchased this one."
"Nice."
"That's not what my daughter thought once she was older," Heather smiled.
"Why's that?"
"This job and a teenager?"
"Yeah, now I see..."
Heather nodded, plating up Sara's food, handing it to her.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. I'll find you something to wear and dry out your clothes."
Sara smiled as she began to eat.
"These should fit," Heather said as she walked in ten minutes later, "Can I get you anything else?"
She shook her head, finishing a little over half of her food. "Thank you."
Heather invited Sara into the living room, and spent a while talk about her business, and her life. Something about Sara made her feel comfortable enough to talk about herself, which rarely happened with anyone.
"Why are you telling me this?"
Heather sighed, standing. "Sorry. I'm not used to people just calling in for anything other than services rendered."
Sara took her hand. "No, it's okay. Really," she smiled.
"No, I'm sorry. I'm tired and I shouldn't take it out on you."
"Don't be. Everyone needs to vent now and then. I guess we could sleep if you'd show me to a room."
"God, sorry, you must be exhausted."
"Well, yes, but I've never been one to wave off a good conversation," she said, standing up, "especially with an interesting woman."
"Oh, you find me interesting?"
Sara nodded. "Yes, among other things, but if I listed them, I doubt the effect they could possibly have would let me sleep anytime soon."
"Highly likely. One good conversation can shift the direction of change forever."
"You seem interested in what I would say about you."
"And you're an intelligent woman."
"Well thanks. So the question remains...what's next?"
"What happens next is up to you."
Sara smiled again. "I should just sleep, but..."
"But?" Heather questioned, raising an eyebrow.
She sighed, shaking her head.
"Tell me, Sara... how many women have you slept with?" she asked directly.
"Why are you asking?"
"You're a very complex woman, Sara Sidle. You often deny yourself happiness because you're afraid of being hurt, or even worse - alone."
Sara bit her lip. "None," she answered.
"I appreciate your honesty. Though, it does intrigue me since you seem so interested in me."
Sara bit her lip again. "It's not because I haven't tried. Nothing's worked out."
Heather nodded, stepping closer. "Does my work intrigue you more or less than I do?"
"Can't it be both? But if I have to pick one... Less."
"It can be both," Heather smiled, running the tip of her tongue over her top lip, "What would you like to do?"
"I...I don't know... You seem harder - your personality - than I would like, but there's still something about you."
Heather held out her hand. "Trust me a little. Maybe I'm not as hard as you think."
Sara nodded, taking her hand.
Heather led Sara upstairs to one of the spare bedrooms, sitting her on the edge of the bed. Moving behind her, Heather gently massaged Sara's shoulders.
Sara smiled, relaxing a bit.
"I do have a soft side, you know," Heather said softly, massaging a little deeper, working a couple of knots.
"Mmm...that's good that you do."
"Is that nice?" Heather asked by Sara's ear.
"Yes."
"Are you always this tense?"
"Usually. It's best if I'm a little on my toes at work."
Heather dropped a kiss to Sara's cheek.
Sara smiled. "So nice."
"Anything else I can do for you?"
"Any suggestions?"
"Depends what you're comfortable with," Heather said, moving to kneel in front of her, "If you're tired we could sleep a little."
Sara looked at her a little curiously, before cautiously wrapping her arms around her.
Heather hugged Sara gently, smiling.
Sara pulled back a bit, taking a daring step and kissing her softly, before pulling away.
Smiling again, Heather pulled Sara back in for a deep kiss.
Following her lead, Sara kissed her again. "Mmm."
"You're beautiful, Sara," she whispered.
She blushed a bit. "Thank you."
"I really like you."
"Me?" she asked, surprised. "Why?"
"Apart from your gorgeous brown eyes?"
She smiled.
"Would you... let me take you to dinner some time?"
"Really? Like a..a date? But...why?"
"I already said I like you. I want to get to know you."
Sara smiled, kissing her again. "Yes, I'll have dinner with you."
"Great," she smiled, stomach full of butterflies as she caressed Sara's cheek softly.
Sara looked at her carefully. "What is it?"
Heather shook her head. "I could stare at you for hours."
"Really? Why is that?"
Heather kissed her again, deeply.
Sara moaned softly, pulling Heather with her as she laid on the bed.
Her fingers ran gently through Sara's hair before quickly slipping beneath her attire, gliding over the brunette's stomach as Heather continued to kiss her.
She moaned softly, caressing her face as Heather kept going.
Heather's hand moved higher, squeezing Sara's breasts alternately.
Sara smiled at her. "Easy..."
"Sorry," she apologized, moving her hand lower to trace circles on Sara's stomach.
"No, it-it felt good, just careful on the pressure."
Nodding, Heather repeated the action lighter than the first time, dropping kisses to Sara's neck.
"Mmm, hey, I have a question..."
"What's that?"
"Am I the first person to have this effect on you? Like asking me out and going slow..."
"Yes," she blushed.
Sara smiled. "It's interesting how much I'm smiling."
"Why's that?"
"I would think I'd be more nervous."
Heather nodded. "If you want to stop..."
She shook her head.
Sitting Sara up a little, she slowly undressed both of them, trailing kisses all over the brunette's body.
"You look...beautiful."
"I... Thank you, so do you."
Sara kissed her deeply.
Heather moaned, loving the feel of Sara's lips against her own.
She smiled, rubbing Heather's back gently.
Heather moved her hand to Sara's thigh, brushing it lightly.
"So good..."
Her lips moved to Sara's left breast, kissing it gently before flicking her tongue lightly over the nipple.
"Ohh..."
Heather moaned against the soft skin, watching Sara.
The brunette's eyes locked on her as her hands went through Heather's hair.
Her hand moved higher brushing against the nerve bundle as she maintained eye contact with Sara.
Sara gasped. "Ohhh...yes..."
"Mmm, so wet..."
"Wh-what did you expect?"
Smirking, Heather widened Sara's legs, kissing down until her tongue replaced her fingers, flicking softly over the brunette's clit.
"Oh...God!"
Heather moaned softly against her, teasing Sara's entrance with her fingers.
"Mmmm...ohhh..."
Slowly, she slipped two inside the brunette.
The brunette moaned. "Yes! Y-you feel...just..." Instinct controlling her, she pulled Heather up to kiss her hard.
A throaty moan escaped Heather's throat as she kissed Sara passionately, thrusting her fingers harder.
Sara moaned into her mouth, her hips moving a little.
"Mmm, that's it," Heather moaned, toying with Sara's tongue.
The brunette wrapped her legs around her, bucking slowly.
Heather moved her thumb to glide over Sara's nerve bundle as she quickened her movement.
"Mmmm, don't stop!" she moaned.
"So sexy..." Heather moaned.
Sara moaned as she ran her hands through her hair.
Curling her fingers, Heather kissed Sara deeply.
"Ohhh, oh yes! Yes!" she repeated, her hips bucking faster. "You feel so good!"
Heather moved her mouth below the brunette's ear, nipping softly. "God, you have a sexy moan..."
Sara moaned louder. "Yes! More!"
Obeying, she moved faster, allowing her finger to curl a little more, continuing harder, moaning with each nip.
The brunette felt herself getting wetter than she ever had. Heather felt so good. Sara bucked against her more. "Yes. Fuck me, please? I-I've never felt like this!"
Heather lay Sara back a little as she moved back to change the angle slightly. Her movements became more fluid, and she added a third finger, feeling them easily move deeper inside her. "Like this?" she asked, voice laced with huskiness.
Sara nodded, moaning loudly. "Yes! God yes!" she said, kissing her again, squeezing her breasts.
Heather moaned into Sara's mouth when she felt the brunette's hands on her breasts. She felt good, and she was so beautiful.
She smiled. "You feel amazing."
"And you're wonderful," Heather smiled, increasing speed again.
Sara pulled Heather's fingers from her, sucking on them. "Mmm..."
"Oh, you like that?" she smirked .
"Mhm..."
"Tell me what you want," Heather whispered, eyes focused on Sara's lips.
Sara took a breath. "Well, l-let's see. I-I'm not n-new to toys. Any suggestions?"
"You did say you wanted me to fuck you..."
"Yeah I did... What do you have in mind?"
"I have a strap on...?"
"Perfect... I'm honestly surprised at how gentle you are. I never would've thought."
"I don't let me true self show to many," she replied, standing to pull on the harness.
Sara nodded, sitting up, resting a hand on Heather's stomach, smiling gently. "I won't make you regret it."
Heather smiled softly, kissing Sara.
Sara held her gently. "Mmm..."
"You have such soft lips."
"And you feel...perfect just laying against me."
"Would you rather just lay together?"
"Well, I know the pulsing core I've got is going to hate the idea, but..."
Heather lay a hand on her shoulder. "It's your choice. I won't push you."
"I...I really want to keep going, but what do you want?"
"I'd like that too," Heather smiled, stroking Sara's cheek.
Sara smiled. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes. Why?"
Sara switched positions with her, kissing her neck again.
"Ohh..." Heather moaned, pulling Sara closer.
She nipped the spot before moving down to kiss her breasts.
"Mmm, Sara..."
Sara smirked. nipping the right with her teeth.
Heather ran her fingers through Sara's locks as she moaned, leaning back.
"Mmm...What do you want?" she asked, looking up from her opposite breast.
"I w-want..." Heather stuttered when her eyes met Sara's, "Will you ride me?"
Sara smiled, getting on her knees to straddle the toy, leaning down to kiss her as she lowered herself, moaning deeply. "Yes," she said.
A throaty moan escaped Heather's lips in anticipation, capturing the brunette's lips tenderly.
Sara nipped her lip. "Yes, oh God... Right there..." she moaned.
Heather moaned loudly, feeling the toy rub against her clit as she began moving against Sara.
She smirked. "Oh fuck! Yes!"
"Oh god, Sara..."
"Yes... Amazing! More!"
Heather quickly complied, bucking harder. "Fuck!"
Sara moaned. "More! Please!"
Heather held Sara's hips, moving them down as she thrust upward, increasing speed.
Sara moaned loudly, planting her hands to the bed, starting to ride Heather. "Fuck! Yes, you feel amazing!"
Heather's breath quickened, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she moaned with pleasure. "So sexy... Ohh..."
Sara moved harder. "Fuck me!"
Heather groaned as she flipped then quickly, quickening her strokes, going harder with each one.
"OH shit! Yes, yes...I-I can't hold on..."
"Then don't..." Heather moaned.
Sara nodded, moving quickly a few more times. "Oh God! HEATHERRR!" she screamed as the dam she'd been holding in seemed to crumble and she came, barely staying upright to catch her breath.
"Yes! S-SARAAAA!" Heather screamed, as she came seconds later, placing a series of light kisses along the brunette's jaw.
Sara leaned down, kissing her deeply.
"Mmm. Ok?"
She nodded. "What about you?"
"Yes," Heather smiled, "Tired?"
Sara smiled, moving off of her. "How do you feel?"
"I am quite tired."
"Other than that. How did I make you feel?"
"So amazing," Heather smiled, kissing Sara's cheek.
She nodded. "Should we take these off and you can go to your room?"
Heather stood, shedding the toy and harness, cleaning them before putting them away. "If you wanted to join me..."
She nodded. "Sure."
Heather's smile widened, and she gathered their clothing before leading Sara through to the large room, with leather upholstered couch in the corner and a four poster bed in the center. "This is it..."
"Wow, nice..." she said, walking in.
"Thank you," she smiled, pulling back the covers.
Sara smiled. "It feels weird to say this now, but I'm suddenly nervous," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Heather smiled. "It's ok. You don't have to sleep here if you don't want."
Sara shook her head. "No, it's just f-" the CSI was cut off by her cell ringing. She searched her clothes, pulling it from her pants pocket. "Sidle."
"Sara, hi," Russell said, "I see you have cell reception back."
"Yeah, finally. Got a case for me?" she asked, quickly picking through the pile of clothes.
"Yes. I need you to collect evidence at Lady Heather's Dominion. We have a report of one of her team being roughed up."
"Uh, okay, sure," she said, covering the phone. "You're going to want to get dressed," she whispered to Heather. "Do we know where at within Lady Heather's Domination this occurred?" she asked.
At the mention of her business, Heather frowned, pulling on suitable attire. "Room four, wherever that is. Vic's name is Loretta James."
Sara nodded. "I'll need to run in and grab my kit," she said, dressing. "No, wait, Russell?"
"Yes?"
She sighed. "I'm already here. When I was driving home, the storm was so bad that I couldn't see, so I stopped at the first house I could find... In short, I'm here, but I don't have my kit."
"I'll run one to you.*
"Thank you," she said, hanging up. "Apparently. someone got a little rough," she told Heather.
Heather sighed. "Shit."
Sara nodded. "Yeah. Let's go."
Nodding, Heather followed the brunette out into her business. "What the hell happened?"
"Said room four."
Heather led her through to the room, rushing over to her girl. Gently tilting her chin upward, she inspected the cut to Loretta's head. "You ok?"
"What happened?" Sara asked. "You can relax a little. I'm from police department. It's okay."
"My client was fine then all of a sudden he flipped."
"Flipped how?"
"I had him bound and gagged and was doing my usual routine with him. I've dealt with him a few times before. He's always been fine. All of a sudden he used his safe word, so I stopped, removed the gag and untied him. Next minute he has me pinned facing against the wall. I struggled, hit my head, then he tried to choke me out. One of the other girls heard and grabbed a couple of others who pulled him off me."
Sara nodded. "Okay, I'll need to speak to them too. Is he still here?"
"No. He ran."
She turned. "I hate to ask, Lady Heather, but I'm going to need his information."
"Usually I'd ask you for a warrant, but seeing as he hurt one of my girls, I'll have my receptionist pull his file."
"Thank you. Maybe she could use an ice pack."
"Absolutely. I'll just be a moment," she smiled softly, leaving the room.
"Were you hurt anywhere else?" Sara asked.
"M-My ribs hurt a little."
"Okay. Who was it who helped you?"
"Candice who's working two doors down on the left, and Avery from the room next door."
She nodded. "Okay."
"Here," Lady Heather said, reentering the room to hand the piece of paper to Sara before placing the ice pack gently on Loretta's head.
Sara smiled. "Lady Heather, I need to speak to two more of your girls. The girls who helped Loretta, Candice and Avery. Is that at all possible?"
"I'll make it possible.*
"I can stay here if you'd get them, please? I'm still waiting for my processing kit."
Lady Heather nodded, leaving to get the girls, everything that happened a short while ago pushed to the back of her mind. She had to remain professional.
Sara held the ice pack to Loretta's head. No matter how amazing a little while ago had been, this was work and they had be professional. "Is this better?"
"Yes, thank you," she smiled as Lady Heather returned with the two ladies.
Sara led Loretta to the couch before walking back over. "I'm Sara Sidle and I'm with the crime lab. Can you tell me what happened?"
"We heard Loretta scream and came running in. Some guy was trying to strangle her, so we pulled him off her," Avery supplied.
"Did he say anything?"
"He kept repeating a name... Laura, I think..." Candice said.
"Lady Heather, do you recognize that name?" Sara asked.
"I don't have anybody with that name on staff."
"And...no one you know?"
"No, sorry Miss Sidle."
She nodded, taking her kit from Russell who had walked in, and started writing down details she already knew. "Thank you."
"Can my girls get back to work now?"
Sara checked Candice's and Avery's hands, seeing they were clean. "These two can. I still need to process Loretta and the room she was in," she said, handing the other girls her card.
"That's fine. Do you need a word with me?" Lady Heather asked Russell.
"That would help," he said as Sara went upstairs, then turned. "Which room, Lady Heather?"
"This one," she said, entering it and turning the light on.
Sara smiled. "Thank you," she said, taking her wrist gently. "I'll call you when everything is over. Personally."
Lady Heather let her professionalism drop for a moment to offer a warm smile. "I look forward to it."
Sara nodded, hugging her gently. "So will I," she said, letting go to open her kit.