A/N: So yes I know I am an ahole since I have a TON of open fics buuuut, this idea needs to come out. Not sure how long it will be, tho no more than 5 chapters, I think. Fully inspired by Ella Henderson's song of the same name. Trigger warning: This is BDSM. This is not any 50 Shades of Shit. It is legit and I plead the fifth on how I know it is...
Jane woke in a cold sweat. Her breathing was labored but she still saw it. She could still feel the tight leather cuffs around her wrists. She looked down and saw the same thick leather cuffs around each ankle. She felt rough wood against her limbs. She was bound against Maura's specially designed St. Andrew's Cross. It had a thin board that connected top to bottom, leaving most of Jane's ass exposed for spanking. Fear of not knowing what Maura had in store only heightened every sense and her arousal.
Maura came in, her aura exuding control. She didn't need to wear any silly leather get up, and thankfully to Jane, she didn't. She was as naked as her lover. Save for the fact Jane wore a leather collar. It was the symbol she earned submitting to Maura fully.
Jane's head immediately flicked down, looking at the floor. She could hear her Mistress going to the wall on the far side. Her arousal grew knowing that area held toys to tease her.
Maura walked over and ran the end of a riding crop over Jane's abs. Still Jane kept her head down. "Up," was all she had to say for her pet to dutifully comply.
Jane said nothing but looked into Maura's hazel eyes. The green and brown seemed to swirl deliciously when the Medical Examiner was aroused, as she was now. Knowing that only fueled Jane's arousal and allowed her body to write pain as pleasure in it's coding.
Maura still had the riding crop and swatted it against Jane's right ass cheek.
Through determination and several sessions with a ball gag, Jane held her moan in, no longer needing the prop to assist her.
Maura swatted several times in fleshy areas until pink spots shone red.
Jane bit her inner lip until she tasted blood to keep from moaning. The binding kept her from moving.
Maura smiled. "Good, pet." She set the crop on a table where she had set Jane's reward. She placed a sucker on each nipple until they were at their fullest and hardest and then turned on the vibration feature.
Again Jane wanted to moan out her pleasure but knew better. No, if she showed signs before her Mistress wanted? Maura would do the worst thing in the world; leave. She would walk out of the room leaving Jane aching, soaking and in need. It was a punishment worse than death, she was certain
Maura walked over to a bureau and took out a pair of long silk evening gloves. She walked back over and ran her fingers over the underside of Jane's forearms, a particularly sensitive area on her.
Still Jane stayed strong even though she wanted to break. Everything in her demeanor screamed, "god fuck me now!" but she kept silent.
Maura leaned in and whispered, her warm breath on Jane's neck and earlobe adding to the detectives need. "Let it out," was all Maura had to say.
With that, Jane moaned loudly and whimpered. "Whip me, Mistress, please." She begged.
Maura didn't move.
"Please! Please! I've been so wicked!" Jane knew the game and how to play.
"Share your sins," Maura replied.
Jane thought quickly on what would elicit the most jealousy from her Mistress. "I had a wet dream the other night of Casey," she lied.
Maura wanted no further detail and went to the south wall. She took down her cat o'nine tails and stood before her pet. She shook her head and tapped it in her left palm. "That was very, wicked, Pet." That was all she said before the strands of leather lashed against Jane's flesh. She made sure to keep to Jane's torso, mostly. Areas hidden by clothes. Her eyes hungrily watched as marks turned to welts in some areas. As a doctor she walked a fine line between punishment and permanent damage.
Jane moaned with pleasure and writhed against the restraints. "Oooooh yes, Mistress. It was wicked of me. Show me how I am only yours."
Maura stopped and said nothing. Jane was bewildered but also knew not to question. She watched her walk over to the bureau again and retrieve something. Maura made sure to shield just so, wanting it all to be a surprise. She set whatever it was on the table under the cloth she carried it with.
Jane was again shocked when Maura began unfastening the bindings but said nothing.
When she was done, Maura pointed to the couch. "Bend over the end of it."
Jane didn't ask, even though this was all new it excited and scared her.
"Is that what your cunt craves? A cock fucking it? You forget, Pet. This," she teased a finger up Jane's soaking slit, "is MY cunt."
From the possessiveness and bark, Jane couldn't wait any longer. She was about to cum without even being touched. At any time Jane could have said their safe word and didn't. No, she enjoyed it all too much.
Somehow Maura sensed it and plunged the harnessless strap on into Jane. She gripped her hips. Well-manicured nails gripped, owning Jane fully.
"Oooooooh fuccccck, Miss...it... I am all yours," Jane cried out as an orgasm hit.
Maura didn't stop. She kept pounding into Jane. She reached up and pulled raven tresses.
Another orgasm hit until it seemed a wave just consumed Jane. Her body didn't know any sensation but pleasure in the moment.
Maura came several times as well but quietly, not wanting Jane to know the extent of the pleasure Jane gave her. Yet another aspect of control for her.
She laid in bed, body shaking with want. She wanted, craved and needed that aspect of their relationship back but she denied herself. Her Catholic guilt told her not only was lesbianism wrong, but the Domme/Sub dynamic was a perversion as well. Would she ever fight past the guilt to truly be happy?
A/N: This work is entirely dedicated to my Maura. I love you, with all my heart. You are my muse and this is all for you.