A/N1: Jane's getting a little - nope, a lot - more curious in this chapter...
It had been 5 days since Maura had revealed her secret to Jane. 3 days since she approached the detective with a list. 3 days since Jane had made some decisions on her limits. 3 days that she has kept them to herself.
Jane had looked over the list on numerous occasions over the last few days, thinking and re-thinking some of the acts and her willingness to comply with them. Her second guessing on a few things is what kept her from talking to Maura. The blonde, for her part, couldn't have been more patient. Whenever she caught Jane holding the paper, she courteously averted her attention and left Jane to her thoughts, knowing it was best to let her come to her own conclusions.
The couple had carried on with their normal routines - minus work - and loved how natural and normal everything still seemed to be. They were more than happy to see that their new dominant/submissive relationship only affected their lives when it came to sex, something that Maura had promised in the early stages anyway. Their sex life, although it had only been 5 days of this new change, had never been better.
On the morning of the 3rd day since the list had been presented, Maura got a phonecall from work. She had taken a case file home with her to look over last week and had - in the midst of everything that had happened - forgotten to return it. A new lead on the case had opened up and the step-in medical examiner now needed the file.
"I'll be 30 minutes at the most, love you." With a kiss to a brunette head, she was out the door, eager to get back and bask in the relaxing atmosphere the two had created with their time off.
Jane watched her leave, and for the hundredth time, picked up the, now very crinkled, piece of paper that held the list. She studied each act, picturing how she imagined it would happen with her and Maura. This was her way of determining her acceptance of them. She'd picture them, and if they stirred a reaction within her, she'd have her answer.
Her imaginations of the acts, and sometimes her random daydreams too, all took place in the room - which she had now come to refer to as the 'purple room'. Though she had only been in their once, the Italian had memorized every aspect that she viewed that night. Without realising, she had made her way to stand outside the door. Trying her luck, but knowing it would be ineffective, she twisted the handle of the door. To no surprise it was locked.
For unknown reasons, she really wanted to go in there. She wanted to study and examine every single piece of equipment, to link it to the acts on the list and picture the reactions of herself and Maura. She walked to the master bedroom, the room she has come to call theirs over the last week - having not gone to her apartment for more than 10 minutes to get clothes and necessities.
Once inside, she wondered where the key could be. She stood just inside of the doorway and looked around, using her best detective skills, and the copious amount of knowledge she had on her girlfriend to come up with the conclusion that it was either in the second drawer of her bedside table - along with the handcuffs - or somewhere in her closet wherever she kept her secret stash of sex toys.
She made her way over to the bedside table, opening the second draw and kneeling down to look at its contents. It was fairly empty, just the handcuffs, a few bottles of things she wasn't sure of and - thank god - a shiny silver key. She smiled, giving herself an internal pat on the back, and made her way back to the purple room.
Once she was outside, she paused with the key in the lock. She was nervous again, and excited. She took a deep breath, getting herself into the right headspace, then twisted the key in the lock, hearing a satisfying click before she pushed the handle down and opened the door.
If it was possible, she could feel the change in atmosphere. This room screamed intensity, control, pain and pleasure. She walked slightly inside, her first step hesitant as she flipped on the light switch and illuminated the interior. It was like it was her first time in here all over again. A gasp left her mouth at the sight of everything, though, this time, it wasn't so much out of fear as it was out of pleasure. She could imagine everything more clearly now. Her lying on the bed, bound by the chains or ropes attached to the metal hooks. Maura over her, making her feel things that she thought were nothing short of impossible. Fuck.
She walked further inside, gravitating towards the wall that held various types of equipment. Her hand came up to take one of the floggers in her grasp once again. Since the first time she held this, she couldn't stop thinking about it. The handle was held in one tanned hand whilst the other was gliding through the soft leather strips. Her fingertips brushing through the strands whilst her eyes closed.
She opened them after briefly picturing this being used on her, moaning slightly as she hung it back in its space, and moving to take the one next to it into her hands. This one was different. Its strands were leather on one side and velvet on the other. The strands themselves were thinner than the previous one. She closed her eyes again, running the flogger up and down her arm, moaning at the feel, and imagining it touching her in other places, not so softly either. She groaned as she clenched her thighs tighter together, feeling the wetness between her legs.
She returned the flogger and looked across its companions on the wall. She stopped her gaze on the only whip that adorned the space. It's handle was a long 8 inches, the leather strip of the whip started out fairly thick, and the longer it went down, the thinner it got. The length of the whole think, she estimated, was about 1.5 metres. It was intimidating as hell, and she immediately second guessed her compliance on whipping.
She outright moaned at the sight of 3 riding crops all lined up next to each other. Her hand came down to her backside, rubbing softly, remembering the feel of the strikes against her skin. Another moan slipped out when the memory of Maura striking her mound came into thought. She moved in her stance slightly, and gasped at how excited she'd become. Her sex was swollen and soaked.
Moving her gaze over some, she focused on metal chains that were held together with leather - harnesses. She wasn't sure exactly where or how they'd be placed on her, but as soon as her fingertips came into contact with the chilled metal, she shivered in fear and anticipation. This one, she decided, required a bit more persuading... maybe they could build up to that. Something about the cool metal touching her hands made her panic slightly - her mind taking her back to one of the worst moments of her life. When the cool metal of a scalpel was pierced through her palms at the hands of her personal boogeyman. She knew it was irrational, Hoyt was dead. Maybe this was a firm no after all.
Next, Jane ran her fingers across a collar. It looked new, and like the whip, was the only one in the room. She wondered if it had ever been used, the leather was still hard and stiff. She picked it up, running her fingers along the length, noticing that the inside was coated in a velvet material. She shuddered and hesitantly brought it up and placed it around her neck. Tanned hands held it in place, too anxious to fasten it, but revelling in the feel of it on her skin. It felt somewhat natural, and she couldn't stop the images of Maura fastening it around her neck, declaring Jane as hers. Again she shivered and moaned.
She put it back it its place and walked over to the bed. She noticed that the frame was thick, dark wood... sturdy, she mused. Sitting down on the side, Jane fingered the screwed in hooks on the edge of the frame. There were three on each side, one at the top corner, one near the middle and one at the bottom corner. Her eyes, glanced over to the rope on the wall next to the floggers - she imagined this is what Maura would use to loop through the hooks and tie her in place. For the umpteenth time since entering, she moaned again, visions of Maura tying her spread eagle on the bed, so open, so vulnerable, all hers.
Jane moved her hands from the hooks to the bedsheets. She sighed in delight feeling the luxuriously soft material. It's dark deep pruple shade fit so well with the room, but the feel of the sheets screamed of Maura. So expensive, so soft, so perfect. She closed her eyes thinking of her girlfriend once again, but this time, it was of how soft and caring Maura could be. The detective allowed herself to smile, not really able to help her face or body's reaction when she thinks of the blonde.
Maura had driven to the station, making quick work of handing in the case file to her temporary replacement and returning to her car to head back home to Jane. She knew Jane was close to coming to a decision on the terms and acts that were on the list, and she knew that being gone for a short while would allow the detective to think about it some more. On the drive back home, Maura pondered the idea of a mini-vacation for the two of them. They still had just over 2 weeks time off of work, plenty enough for a get-away.
As she pulled up to the house, she decided to broach the subject with Jane, knowing that coming to a decision on where they should go would be stressful work. Jane would most likely want to do something adventurous and dangerous, whereas Maura usually preferred the more relaxed, 'spa retreat' kind of get-away.
Walking inside, the doctor noticed the absence of her love. Wondering where she would have got to, the blonde wandered the downstairs and after coming up empty, headed to the stairs to go up. That's when she heard movement, walking across the upstairs landing, then she heard the click of a lock being opened and smirked, knowing that there's only one door in this whole house that is kept locked.
She crept her way upstairs and peered around, making sure she wouldn't be spotted, before making her way to the doorway of the purple room. She'd laughed when Jane had let the name she'd made up for the room slip, taking joy in the fact that Jane had thought about it often enough to come up with a name. As a blonde head peaked around the door frame to view inside, Jane had just picked up the first flogger. Apparently, she had a fondness for it.
Maura kept quiet whilst watching Jane explore her secrets, having to keep herself in check every time she heard Jane moan or watched her shift in place. The doctor studied every movement, every reaction, filing everything away for future reference. She frowned as she saw Jane's body stiffen when she touched the metal harness, and felt her heart pull when she noticed the fear shudder through her girlfriends body. She made a mental note to take the harness down and throw it out completely. She didn't want to restrain Jane in the metal harness knowing she'd get that reaction, she didn't even want Jane to think of that possibility. She'd remove all reminders.
She carried on watching with rapt attention, her eyes darkening and sex throbbing, as Jane tried on the collar. She watched her detective leave it in place for a few moments, revelling in the feel of it around her throat. Maura had purchased the collar shortly after making things official with Jane. She'd been doing some online shopping for some new 'toys' and came across it. She couldn't help but picture Jane wearing it, and so, on a whim, bought it. Never did she imagine she'd get to see her in it though.
As Jane moved over to the bed, Maura had to close her eyes, picturing this happening in a different scene - Maura ordering her over; ordering her to take her clothes off; ordering her to lay on the bed; tying her up spread eagle. Wow, the images were effective, she shifted in spot, trying to stay unseen by Jane, but needing to clench her thighs a little in attempts to alleviate the throbbing of her clit. When she opened her eyes, she saw Jane's eyes move to the wall, focusing on the rope, knowing that she was thinking the same.
The blonde was overcome with a surge of love when she watched an innocent, loving smile spread across Jane's face. Deciding it was time to make herself known, Maura stepped into the room, closing the door. It was the click of the door shutting that made Jane jump slightly. Her head whipped around to look at the door, her mouth slightly agape when she met Maura's eyes, knowing she'd been caught.
The brunette didn't move, didn't speak, she just sat there, watching Maura saunter over to her. She stopped in front of the detective, looking down with nothing but love shining in her eyes. The pale woman held out a hand to her seated girlfriend, pulling her into a standing position when she took ahold. Maintaining eye contact, she began undressing Jane. Lifting her shirt up and over her head, unclasping her bra, and letting it slide down and off of her arms, unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them down long lithe legs, waiting for her to step out before doing the same with her underwear.
As soon as she finished undressing her, she smirked as she watched Jane immediately pick her clothes up off the floor, fold them and walk over the one of the dressers to place them on top before returning to her place in front of Maura.
"Undress me in the same way, Jane."
She did. Letting everything fall to the floor as she took them off, biting her lip as the last piece of clothing - lace boyshorts - hit the floor. She bent down, collected all the clothing, folded them, and placed them next to her pile on the dresser, and came back to stand facing Maura, with her shoulders back and eyes to the floor, once again shocking both of them at how willing and natural it was.
"Lay on the bed, Jane, on your back, arms up and legs spread."
A/N2: Okay, so I'm not even sure if anyone is still following this due to my really shitty update timetable, but thanks for everyone who is. The reviews and PM's have been the only things inspiring me to carry on. I was hesitant in starting the fanfic to begin with because of my track record with leaving stories mid-way, and I hate when I'm reading a fic that hasn't and will never be finished. So, with that said, I promise this fic will eventually get finished, I just don't know how long that will take.
Until next time (where there will be some fun sexy time)...