A/N: Thank you again to all who have followed along and reviewed. This is entirely dedicated to my love. Silly, cautionary warning. If you are interested in any concepts in this work, please only explore with someone who 1. knows what they are doing and 2. you implicitly trust. There is a very fine line between BDSM and abuse.
No matter how hard Jane prayed, the dreams still came almost with heated urgency, anymore. She'd even gotten a prescription sleeping pill and that only helped her fall asleep faster and enter the memories.
She felt Maura's eyes on her as she worked. Angela was gone for the weekend so Maura had her entire home safely to herself. As part of submission, she was having Jane clean the kitchen completely naked.
Maura sat at the breakfast bar and watched her pet. "Remember, scrub well around the stove."
"Yes, Miss," Jane knew Maura was saying it for effect over actually needing to remind her. It sent shivers to her core feeling this owned, this controlled. Jane was not a huge fan of cleaning, but she was doing as Maura wanted which made doing so incredibly arousing.
As Jane leaned over the counter, scrubbing, Maura walked over and swatted her ass with a magazine she had rolled up. Jane jumped slightly then stopped her task and spread her legs.
Maura said nothing and teased her fingers up and down Jane's dripping slit. Getting no sound, she leaned down and whispered hotly, "we're completely alone. You can make noise."
At that, Jane moaned as Maura's fingertip grazed her stiff, sensitive clit. She groaned as Maura's fingers drew light, tender circles around the bundle of nerves. It was a tactic the woman went to in order to tease Jane and drive her wild which it did.
Just as abruptly as she started, Maura stopped. She sat, looking through the magazine she'd swatted Jane with and let the woman keep working.
When Jane finished, she took slave position, down on her knees, eyes cast down, hands clasped behind her. Her legs were spread so all sensitive areas were quickly accessible to her Mistress.
Maura took a look around the kitchen and found it close to immaculate by her standards, which she knew was an accomplishment for Jane. She went to her pet. "Stand."
Jane did as ordered and waited for the next command.
Maura simply pointed to the dungeon.
Jane walked toward it. When she entered, she stood in the middle of the room which she knew to do and waited.
Maura made her way in and looked around. So many options at her disposal. She let her sights fall to the spanker. She pointed and Jane dutifully took position.
Jane walked up to it knowing how aroused she was. She bent over wondering if her Mistress would let her arms be free or not.
Maura watched, taking note of how wet her pet's sex already was. She smiled to herself before walking over. As she had in the kitchen, she teased her index finger between Jane's lips, circling the stiff bundle of nerves.
Jane moaned and whimpered at the contact. "P-please, Miss? I am so close. May I cum?" Jane asked, her voice dripping with need.
"Not yet," was all Maura said but she kept touching.
Jane knew she had to try her hardest to focus elsewhere so she didn't cum. Maura said she couldn't yet. It was deliciously tortuous.
Maura stopped the circles and dipped her middle finger into Jane to gage how close she was. Inner walls clamped but quickly released. She pulled out and went to the punishment wall. She pulled off a paddle that had holes drilled in it to lessen wind resistance. Without warning, she struck Jane's right ass cheek.
Jane moaned out in pleasure.
Maura watched a pink patch start to break out under the olive skin. She swatted twice more and watched the color darken.
Again Jane moaned and sort of scooted back toward the paddle.
Maura did the same to the left, but swatted three times in succession. She let her free hand feel the heat radiating and then lightly kissed what she had done.
"Mmm please, Mistress? Please make me cum? Please let me please you," Jane begged.
Maura thought over the request and set the paddle down. "You may make me cum and if you do well, I shall reward you."
Jane waited until she was summoned over. She knew Maura was only playing into things for her because she always made her cum.
After situating herself back on the couch, Maura called out, "come, pet."
Jane quickly went over. She got on her knees and kissed up and down Maura's inner thighs.
It took everything inside Maura to keep up Jane's game and not reach out, not run her fingers through Jane's raven hair and moan in pleasure.
Jane parted Maura's lips and licked lovingly. She dipped her tongue inside, loving how Maura tasted before she twirled her tongue back to Maura's stiff, throbbing clit.
Maura gripped the arm rest as she rose off the couch cushion. She rode against Jane's face as her orgasm was on edge.
Jane pressed two long, slender fingers inside and curled them. She pressed against Maura's g-spot over and over, knowing it would make her cum the hardest. As she did that, she sucked Maura's clit.
That was all she needed before she came so hard she was unable to make a sound. She gushed all over Jane and the couch. Fortunately she had Scotch Guarded the latter.
Inwardly Jane felt pride knowing she could do that to her Mistress. Making a guy cum was easy. Gross, but easy. Women were so much more of a challenge.
Once Maura regained herself, she lustfully looked to Jane. "How do you feel you deserve to be rewarded?"
Jane smiled. "However my Mistress deems to reward me."
Maura thought over her options. There were so many ways Jane would love to be pleasured. Given the amount of teasing, it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge.
Jane's arousal grew as she waited. She knew her Mistress would bring her to a similar state.
Maura pointed back to the spanker. Jane quickly moved and got in position, her legs spread wide so Maura would focus completely on her aching sex.
Maura knew she could use any number of things but she was too hungry. No, she needed to satiate Jane with her mouth. She bent down and licked from Jane's dripping opening to her clit before latching on and shoving three fingers deeply inside Jane. A few hard, fast strokes against her g-spot and Jane was cumming as Maura had, ejaculating on her Mistress.
When she too regained herself, she looked at the mess she had made on her Mistress. "I-I'm sorry, Miss," she started.
Maura waved her hand. "I'm not," she smiled.
Jane woke panting. She could feel the tingling and wetness between her thighs and knew, again she'd cum in her sleep. She knew it. Without a doubt, Maura Isles had broken her and owned her.