GRISSOM VS. THE DOMINATRIX
CHAPTER FOUR
Grissom lasted twelve days. Twelve days of battling his desire to go back to the Dominion. Twelve days of being hard on his team, abrupt and dismissive to Sara, then hating himself afterwards. On the twelfth day he picked up the phone.
"Lady Heather's Dominion. Lady Heather speaking."
"It's Grissom."
"Oh! Hello, Grissom."
"I need to see you," he said gruffly.
"I'll be free...in about two hours. Would you..."
"I'll be there," said Grissom, and hung up.
Again he was ushered in and led to the table with the elaborate tea set. Grissom stood, his face cold and dark. Heather noted his impatience.
"You don't have much time, do you," she stated.
"No," he said shortly.
"Then follow me." Heather lifted her skirts and led him upstairs to her private rooms and closed the door.
"Take your clothes off and sit on the bed," she said. He obeyed.
"What do you want?" Heather demanded.
"I want..."
"What do you want?" she repeated impatiently.
"I want...you," he said.
"Clearly," Heather smirked at his arousal. "But what do you want me to do?"
"To get me off," he said roughly. "To..."
"Say it," Heather demanded. "Say it, or you won't get it."
"I want you to fuck me," he growled.
"Good. Hands and knees. Facing away." Grissom complied. He heard rustling as she disrobed. He waited.
This time there were no restraints. No blindfold. Heather cleaned him roughly and pinched and smacked him as she did. Grissom squirmed but kept silent as best he could. He gasped when grabbed his hair and pulled his head back then thrust a bigger cold hard plug in him.
"Does it hurt?"
"No...ah!...yes."
"Do you like it?" she asked brusquely.
Grissom moved back and ground into her hand in response. Heather yanked it out and he whimpered.
"On your back," she ordered. "Look at me." Grissom flopped to his back. Heather was in her dominatrix regalia, all tight and black, her dark curls framed in a V, garters and stockings and boots–she looked like a wet dream. Grissom's nostrils flared and his eyes darkened and he got harder.
Heather reached down and pulled out a long dark dildo. Grissom's eyes widened at its size and she smirked at him.
"Do you still want me to fuck you?"
"Uh..."
"Do you?"
"Yes..."
"Say it," Heather demanded.
"Fuck me."
Heather smeared the head with a bit of lube and pushed it roughly inside him. Grissom sucked in a breath and tensed.
"Relax. It will rip you up if you don't relax. And that is one embarrassing trip to the ER."
Grissom willed himself to relax. He pulled his knees up and spread his legs even further at her instructions. He watched the black rubber thing pushing into his tight ass. The cold hard rubber warmed a little as it slid in and out. A little deeper each time. He moaned in rhythm.
Heather teasingly grazed over his prostate, then pulled the dildo out more.
"Beg for it."
"Oh. Oh God. Fuck me. Please. Fuck me..deeper."
Heather pushed it in roughly and stroked its thick head across the perfect spot. Grissom was crying out, begging, jerking his hips, so close...Heather pulled it out.
Before he could move or say anything, she was straddled across him and poised over his aching dick. Grissom automatically moved his hands to her hips and pulled her down. Heather reacted, grabbing him by the wrists and pinning him to the bed.
"I'm in charge here," she hissed.
Grissom nodded dumbly.
Heather moved up until her sex was just over his face. He licked his lips and ached to bury his mouth in her, but held back and breathed in the scent of her. She handcuffed his hands tightly behind his head. Heather retrieved a condom and sheathed him efficiently.
Slowly, tantalizingly, she lowered herself and let his erection slide through her folds, slicking it up for her. Heather maneuvered until he was lined up and then lowered her hips until he filled her. They both groaned. Heather rested on him, impaled, and watched his expressions shift. When he tried to move she pinched his left nipple, making him wince and curse.
Again she fetched something from her bag of tricks and held it behind her leg. She pumped on him slowly, teasingly, and when his hips jerked she whipped out an alligator clamp and tightened it on his reddened nipple. Grissom cried out in pain and tears leaked from his eyes.
"Don't come until I tell you."
His face contorted, Grissom nodded.
Now she suddenly started riding him hard. The teeth of the clamp bit into his skin and blood trickled down Grissom's chest. The pleasure around his cock competed with the pain. Heather bounced atop his erection, then swooped down, removed the alligator clamp, and sucked his nipple into her mouth. Gil screamed as the pain instantly turned to a rush of pleasure.
"Now," Heather hissed. His body spasmed and he shot out come so hard it was like a kick to the belly.
Heather jumped off and uncuffed his hands. Grissom pulled them down and rubbed his wrists. Ligature marks. He examined the bloody nipple, wincing even before he touched it. God that hurts!
Lady Heather saw and leaned over him and puffed a breath, which both cooled and aggravated it.
"It makes a pain button. The slightest touch sends a flood of endorphins in the brain,"
she explained.
"Pain, yes," Grissom muttered.
"Too much?"
"Yes. Yes, dammit." He felt between his legs and his fingers emerged with a smear of blood. Grissom held it up accusingly.
"I thought you weren't going to make me bleed."
"I thought so too," Lady Heather stammered. "I...went too far. I'm sorry."
"I have to work, you know. Around trained investigators. Think they won't notice the double rails of handcuffs on my wrists? That I can't sit down? That I wince every time my shirt brushes across my chest?"
"You're right. Wait here."
She reappeared in minutes with a first aid kit and a bag of ice. Gently she held one ice cube after another to his scraped red nipple until it cooled and paled and the swelling went down. She cleaned and disinfected it carefully and bandaged it snugly. Grissom rubbed more ice around his wrists until the cubes melted.
"Lie back, knees apart." Grissom started to object.
"No. Please. I need to examine you." He thawed slightly at her look and voice of concern. Heather probed delicately and cooled him with ice until she determined the bleeding was superficial and had stopped, then prepared a warm bath of Epsom salts for him. Grissom felt foolish sitting in it and told her so.
"I really am sorry, Grissom. Is it any better?"
"Yeah. I guess so," he muttered.
"Why didn't you say stop?" Heather asked mildly.
"I...I don't know," he said wonderingly. "It didn't occur to me."
"Because you wanted to see how far it would go? How much you could take, perhaps?"
"Perhaps."
"Can I make you feel better?"
"What do you have in mind?" he asked cautiously.
"To make love to you. Without pain. Only pleasure." Grissom quirked an eyebrow.
"Only your pleasure," Heather amended.
Grissom smirked and let her lie him down on the bed and make love to his body with her mouth, sucking and licking and letting him have his release when he wanted it. He lay passively and soaked up the comfort and pleasure.
When he had come in her mouth Heather kissed the tip and rolled to face away. Grissom turned and draped an arm over her.
"Do you forgive me?" Heather asked, her voice quavering.
"Yes. I let it go too far as well. And yes, it hurt, but it also felt...amazing. Intense."
She turned her head and gave him a smile. "Good."
TBC