A/N: This chapter will be a little more background on their relationship so that the whole dom/sub thing will play into the story nicely. There are some sexy times in this chapter, but it's fairly tamed in terms of dom!Maura as it's before her secret is out.

Jane couldn't recall a time in her life where she felt truly happy. You know, that kind of happy where, even if it's raining outside and a car speeds past splashing a muddy rainwater all over your brand new white blouse, you'd still smile. It was a strange feeling for her, she had to admit.

And it was all down to Maura. Maura Dorthea Isles. The woman who means everything to her. Her girlfriend. Now, despite all the rumours and pointless teases from co-workers, Jane had never seriously considered dating a woman. Until Maura. Maura was a game-changer, yet it still took some years to come to the conclusion that she didn't just want to be her friend, she wanted to be her everything too.

Just 3 months ago, Jane had finally told Maura how she'd felt, and was surprised when the genius of a woman returned her sentiments. They declared their love just one week later, when Maura had - not so subtly - pointed out that they had loved each other for years anyway, and she wanted to expressly say it how she means it now that she had the chance.

One thing that took a little more time, however, was sex. Although they were both craving the touch of the other in the most intimate way, they decided to take it a little slower in that area. This lasted almost 3 weeks, when again, Maura had pointed out that they loved each other. Jane didn't need much convincing, and after a very short conversation - that was mostly in panted breaths in between heated kisses - they had made love to each other for the first time. And second. And third. Then they'd fallen asleep, and awoke the next morning to try for a fourth before work.

The detective was pleasantly surprised at how good sex with another woman could be, but then again, she expected it was just sex with Maura. A little over a month into the relationship, Jane had started to pick up on Maura's little vixen streak. It was just the occasional spank here and there, a few whispered dirty words in the middle of sex, but the biggest reveal was one night after they had had some friendly drinks at the dirty robber.

"Take off your clothes." The blonde whispered in Jane's ear. She'd never heard this tone of voice Maura had adopted, but she certainly wasn't complaining. She leaned in to kiss her again, whilst at the same time, trying to pull her top over her head. "No." Maura pushed her away.

Confusion was evident on the taller woman's face as she noticed Maura step around her and take a seat on the end of her bed. A wicked smirk adorned her face as she explained, "Take your clothes off so I can watch, Jane."

Feeling a blush creep it's way up her chest to fill her cheeks, she hesitantly complied. They had seen each other naked many, many times, yet this was somehow different. She felt more exposed, and if she was being completely honest with herself, more aroused than she could ever recall being. She blamed the alcohol and got on with stripping.

"Good girl." She outright snorted at the praise. She couldn't remember the last time someone had said that to her, probably around the same time she beat up the first boy in middle school. One look at Maura's completely serious face and she tried to recover it with a cough.

She quickly discarded of her clothes, hoping to speed up this little strip tease session Maura had requested, and walked towards the smaller, fully dressed woman.

"No." She felt like a puppy in training. Though, she stopped dead in her tracks. "Let me look at you."

"Maura, come on." Even the knowledge that she was completely in shape, and Maura thought she was hot, Jane subconsciously crossed her arms over herself, feeling incredibly vulnerable.

Maura snapped her eyes up to Jane's face, ready to admonish the taller woman for hiding her beauty, but when Jane wouldn't meet her eyes, and started fidgeting with her hands, she knew she'd have to reel in her desires for the time being.

She stood up slowly, and walked to Jane, turning when she was directly in front of her, so that her back - and zipper - were presented to the Italian. She didn't say anything, she didn't need to. Jane pulled her zipper down and peeled the dress off of her. They'd danced this dance many times, and Jane knew to pick up the discarded outfit and neatly fold it, placing it over a chair to avoid ruining it.

They made their way to the bed in nothing but their underwear. Maura assumed her position on top of Jane, straddling her thighs and lower stomach, whilst running her hands the entire length of Jane's torso. She stopped to briefly reach underneath and unclasp and remove the obstructing bra. Jane gasped as the smaller woman's wondering hands found her nipples, soft caressing them into hard peaks.

Just as she was getting into the rhythm of the touches, she felt a sharp tug on both her nipples. She took a sharp intake of breath and let out a long sigh. They made eye contact and Jane looked as though she was waiting for an explanation from her lover. She got none. What she did get was another sharp pinch to her sensitive buds.

"Marua..." She aimed for a 'what-the-fuck' tone, but it came out as more of a desperate plea, and the white hot pleasure that she felt shooting down to her centre made her question if she was pleading for it to stop or for it to never stop.

The overly intelligent doctor picked up on her confused state and used it as an opening to replace one of her hands with her mouth. Jane sighed and arched her back into the wet warmth that was pleasuring her breasts. Her hands came up to run her fingers through golden tresses, to keep Maura's head - and mouth - exactly where it was.

That was when she felt an even sharper pinching sensation on her nipple, and she realised that Maura had just bitten. "Oh, God." Still conflicted on if she should focus on the pain - and stop it - or on the new and exciting pleasure she was experiencing, she furrowed her brow and held tight to that head. Maura, though had other ideas.

After another bite to Jane's bud, she sat up quickly, taking the detective by surprise when she swiftly pulled a set of handcuffs from somewhere unknown and restrained the tanned woman's hands to the metal bar on her headboard. Jane gasped in surprise, and tried to pull her hands free. Her eyes widened and looked to Maura, only to watch as the smaller woman resumed her position with her mouth mere millimetres from her breasts.

"I'll release them when we're done." That was it, that was all she said before she switched from one breast to the other to give it the same treatment as the other. Jane was a writhing mess by the time Maura decided to move on. Her underwear was ruined, her thighs were soaked, and if she had to guess, she'd say the bedsheet was also ruined.

After a brief reprieve, whereby she watched Maura rid herself of her matching bra and panties, as well as removing Jane's, Maura got to work on her endless teasing. She ran her fingertips along the inside thighs of the bound woman, getting impossibly close to where she was craved, before running them back down the opposite thigh.

"Please, Maura, please. I'm begging you. Touch me... Dammit, touch me!" She all but screamed, surprising the both of them at how vocal she was being. Guess desperation brings that out of her.

Her hips jerked violently when Maura granted her wish and touched her. The touch was feather-light, but it was enough to make Jane moan loudly and beg for more. She felt Marua spread her swollen sex and jerked again when she felt cold breath being blown on her.

She was so worked up, she wouldn't be surprised if she came the second she got the tiniest contact on her clit. The throbbing was almost painful at this point, and she was sure she could feel something building inside that was more than an orgasm. Not that she could focus on much more than trying fruitlessly to get some friction where she desperately needed it.

One finger was all Maura used to travel the length of Jane's sex, paying close attention to make sure to miss the woman's clit on her way. She was mesmerised by how wet Jane actually was. She spread the fluid around some more, playing in the wetness, taking her time, moving up and down, both sides of her sex, dipping shallowly into the opening, that at this point was running of juices.

After a couple minutes, she looked up to the head of the bed and the sight made her gasp. The eroticism that greeted her was... wow. Jane, with her hands cuffed above her, head thrown into the pillow, messing her mane up, chest bright red and covered in sweat from the exertion. This was perfection in Maura's eyes.

Without warning she flattened her fingertips and pressed hard on Jane's hard clit. The reaction she got made her growl. A new flow of wetness was running out of her girlfriend's opening, her hips were thrashing as well as her head. Her abdominal muscles were tightening and spasming all the same. She really was close.

Moving her fingers down to Jane's opening, she lowered her mouth and closed her lips around the swollen bud at the same time that she entered with three fingers in one hard and fast thrust. She paused her fingers for a few seconds after hearing the ear-splitting scream the detective let out, and when she was sure she wasn't hurting her lover, she pulled out just a few centimetres and bent her fingers, using the pad of them to press at that spot.

Again, she paused, until the walls around her fingers eased up slightly. Then, instead of thrusting in and out, rubbed her fingers on the spongy spot inside her lover whilst sucking on her clit, letting her tongue flick harshly against it. In less that 10 seconds, she felt it.

She opened her eyes and angled her face up so she could watch without stopping her ministrations. She felt the first spasm, it led to a second, then Jane's walls tightened in a vice like grip around her fingers and Jane was screaming. Literally screaming. Her back was arched, her toes curled and her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

She froze like that, almost in mid-air, for a full 12 seconds, before she dropped back to the bed, opened her eyes and looked alarmingly at Maura, trying to speak but failing. Instead, she tried to wriggle her way away, pushing at Maura's head, and arm. Maura reacted quickly, knowing something wasn't right, she pulled her head back, and her fingers out, and that was when she realised what was wrong.

The pressure. The pressure was new to Jane. As soon as Maura pulled her fingers out - simultaneously rubbing her g-spot once more - Jane came again. Only this time, it was followed by a large amount of fluid. It was no longer running out of Jane, but squirting out. Maura moved slightly to the left to avoid being soaked, and watched as Jane's body convulsed in pleasure, and her scarred hands coming to cover herself, stopping the spray of juices.

Maura kissed the spent woman's thighs as she came down, feeling them shaking, and looking up to see her whole body trembling. For a fleeting moment, Maura was terrified that she'd taken this too far. That maybe Jane was going to push her away just like all the others did. But then they locked eyes. Green eyes meeting tired, questioning and satisfied brown.

In just one look, Maura knew that it was ok. Jane loved her. She may not know everything about her yet, but she loved her. And she loved Jane. With everything.

She slowly crawled back up to come face to face with the smiling woman. Jane's blinks were becoming slower and slower, and Maura could only smile lovingly and she examined the results of her handy work.

"Maura." Jane whispered, voice hoarse and tired. "That was..." She couldn't finish the sentence. She didn't know how. How do you explain what going to heaven feels like. Because she's pretty sure she may have died for a few seconds there. It was just, so good.

Maura just smiled at her, and kissed the corner of her mouth as she released Jane's wrists from the cuffs, rubbing the slight redness from the tugging.

"I think I need to sleep," Jane started, slurring her words in her tired state, "but when I wake up... Maura Isles, I promise, I am going to try and make you feel at least half as good as you just made me feel." Maura lay on her back, pulling a sleepy Jane to her, holding her close as Jane wrapped herself around the smaller woman.