A/N Unfortunately I am required to travel for the next two weeks to places with intermittent net access, so I will update when I return. On the other hand it gives me time to write more chapters.
Intersecting Lines Book 2
14 The Morning After
Natalie's viewpoint
I ached, all over. I don't think there was any part of me that didn't hurt; from my feet, after a long night of dancing in heels, to my head, paying for hours of dance beats and a little too much wine.
Mind you, there was another reason I was so sore, she was sound asleep next to me, no doubt recovering from a job well done; very well done in fact. At some point last night, or more correctly, late this morning, Ana had produced our set of fur-lined leather shackles and taking advantage of the fact I was helpless in a post-orgasmic stupor, had looped them through the bed head then cuffed me, leaving me powerless to resist her, not that she needed cuffs for that.
She'd then proceeded to tease and torment me for almost two hours of the most deliriously delicious sweet torture; that was the reason for my sore throat, I'd begged and pleaded and screamed and sobbed for release as she kept me on the precipice with her fingers and tongue for what felt like an eternity, as she'd grinned wickedly at me, before finally letting me cum in a earth-shattering climax which had left me shaken, satiated and completely, utterly wrecked, the last thing I remembered as I'd fallen unconscious was Ana's proud satisfied smile.
I smiled long and slow and a little smugly, we'd surely won last night's little contest; at least I thought so and that was all that counted.
Dragged from this ridiculously comfortable bed with it's even more amazingly soft sheets by my body's needs I pulled on a tee and a pair of indulgently soft silk boxers with hearts all over them, a gift from Ana, before slipping out of the bedroom, I'd rather not use the en-suite if I could help it, I didn't want to wake Ana, she obviously desperately needed her sleep, I on the other hand desperately needed to pee and then just as desperately needed a coffee.
After using the toilet next to the laundry, I walked into the kitchen to find Maura standing at her coffee machine, wrapped in a silk dressing gown and looking a whole lot less the impeccable runway-ready clothes horse than she normally did, hair somewhat disheveled, not helped by the hickey easily visible on her neck.
"Hi Maura" She looked up and smiled, a little tiredly, well a lot to be honest.
"Good morning Natalie, I am actually surprised to see you this morning" I frowned.
"Oh? Why, how come?" She smiled, a little Mona Lisa-ish.
"Given you apparently sold yourself into slavery to Anastasia last night" I blinked at her, still trying to get the motor neurons going, it was a losing battle without caffein.
"I did what?"
"You told Anastasia that you would do anything she asked, absolutely anything at all, no matter how nasty or evil or depraved or wrong, as long as she let you orgasm" Maura grinned, a little evilly herself. "Given the scream that followed shortly thereafter it sounded as if you had yourself a deal" I groaned and buried my head on my arms on the bench top. Finally I spoke without looking up.
"Fine, whatever, horrible bitch" I could hear the humor in Maura's voice.
"Whom, Anastasia?" I looked up long enough to poke my tongue out at her.
"Yeah, her too, where's my coffee. I need coffee to handle you this early" Maura smiled as she turned to the coffee pot.
"Funny, Jane says much the same thing; I might also remind you it is almost eleven o'clock" I groaned, whatever...
"Still too damned early" I heard a cup and saucer being slid across the granite bench top and looked up, smiling at the aroma of a fresh coffee. "I take it all back, I love you, just keep me in coffee and I'm yours forever."
"That's not what you said last night as I recall" I looked up to see Sharon leaning in the doorway, wrapped in an indulgently fluffy white dressing gown and bare feet smiling broadly at me, 'Oh no' I groaned, it was far too early for both of them at once. I picked up the cup and savored the blissful taste, before turning to fully face Sharon.
"I've had coffee, so I can handle you now" She chuckled softly.
"You sure you're name's not Brenda, awful lot of similarities there..." I shook my head.
"Go to hell Sharon" I looked up at her, seeing her widening smile. "Though I think Brenda took you someplace else last night, based on what I heard early on, you seemed very grateful wherever it was she took you" She blushed slightly as Maura snickered.
"I do recall something along those lines last night Sharon, you were very polite" I smirked at the memory.
"Yes all those 'pleases' last night, I don't think I've ever heard you so...polite" She coloured slightly but pressed on regardless.
"Maura, could I trouble you to use those magic fingers of yours to make me a coffee" I didn't miss Maura's sudden blush. It looked like Sharon had heard something that I'd missed. She turned away and busied herself at the benchtop.
"Magic fingers eh?" Maura acted like she hadn't heard me, leaving me to cock an eyebrow in question at Sharon as she took the stool next to me. Sharon looked very tired and very, very well ridden, but smiled in response.
"According to Jane, who should know, Maura apparently has magic fingers, she was certainly using them to cast a spell over Jane" She chuckled. "Jane really has quite the foul mouth when she gets going" I smiled, remembering some of the things Maura had cried out last night and at other nights.
"Not just Jane actually, our barista here can get down and dirty with the best of them when the…mood takes her" Sharon nodded, casting a glance over at Maura from the corner of her eye.
"So I was led to believe last night, I had a hard time believing my ears, that our prim and proper Medical Examiner had it in her" I pulled out my best shit-eating grin for Maura's benefit.
"Not so much what, but who, was actually in…" Maura slid the cup over, cutting me off.
"Your coffee Sharon" Sharon and I exchanged a quick glance before she smiled, slow and wide and comfortable and contented. That pretty much summed us all up, contented.
"Thank you Maura" We sat there, talking desultorily as the coffee slowly rejuvenated us, before there was the sound of movement echoing down the hall, Jane appearing in the doorway, shuffling like a zombie towards the bench top, hand out towards the coffee machine, her voice slow and growly.
"Coffee" We looked round at each other and laughed, before Maura took pity on her and started another cup. We tried to engage Jane in conversation but it was obvious that her brain was still recovering from whatever Maura had done to her last night, she was definitely 'Noncompos mentis', at least until she got a coffee into her. I could see a few partly visible bite and scratch marks, mind you we were all carrying those, even Sharon, I could see the edge of a hickey on her left breast, peeking round the edge of her dressing gown. For all she's supposed to be the LAPDs 'ice queen', she was a remarkably passionate woman, they both were as my ears could attest. Brenda and Sharon had easily kept pace with us through the night; I had a hard time repressing a smirk as I remembered Brenda begging Sharon to ride her before screaming Sharon's name as she'd come.
With the first cup in her Jane started to recover, looking more awake and alert and I was about to say something when I heard Ana's voice from the door, turning to take her in, complete with a few bite marks I took great pride in leaving. Mind you, the pain in my right ass cheek was from where she'd sunk her teeth in last night, every time I'd sit down for the next few days I'd be a little sore but definitely not sorry from that little memento. Ana stood in the doorway, peering owlishly around the room before settling on me, unconsciously drawing a smile, before her hand came up, making a drinking motion.
"Need coffee" I exchanged glances with Maura and Sharon, before we fell into howls of laughter.