A/N: The name Anna is simply a place name and has nothing to do with my other stories since doesn't allow reader inserts.

If there were 3 things that could be said about Jane, it was this:

Jane enjoyed inflicting pain, which was obvious and well known When she was bored, she tended to do rather mundane tasks to keep her busy, such as today's task: laundry. Jane was rarely, if ever, surprised.

But today seemed to be one of those rare days when she pulled a rather skimpy lace bra from a pile of her mate's laundry. One she had never seen before. She stared, wide-eyed, before digging further into the laundry basket to find a matching pair of panties with nothing but pieces of string to cover the backside.

I hummed to myself as I opened the bedroom door, pushing it closed with my foot as I juggled my laundry basket that Jane had so kindly folded for me.

I smiled at the thought. It was things like this that made me fall in love with Jane even more. She knew I hated doing laundry with a passion. So, she'd take care of it for me and in turn I'd put the laundry away.

I nearly dropped the basket in surprise when I saw Jane sitting on my bed. She was leaning back on her hands, observing me, head cocked to the side, and a smirk on her lips.

While Jane herself surprised me, what surprised me even more was what was lying on the bed next to her. The new set of lingerie I had gotten to surprise her with.

Well shit. I had completely forgotten about it. I had meant to wash it myself.

"Anna." Her voice was husky as she dipped her head towards the lace on the bed. "Care to explain?"

"I meant to surprise you, love." I grinned as my heartbeat picked up.

She flicked her eyes up, looking up at me through her lashes. "Well? What are you waiting for? Surprise me. And make sure you keep the heels."

I blushed as I set the laundry basket down quickly before grabbing the lingerie and slipping off to the bathroom. It took a minute to strip, and redress. I was excited, but I couldn't help the roiling pit of nervousness in my stomach.

What if she didn't like it?

"Anna?"

I swallowed, pushing the nervousness aside. Jane didn't like to be kept waiting. I opened the door cautiously, forcing myself to move, putting a little swing in my hips just for her, my heels helping me with the action.

I watched as her eyes darkened, and she licked her lips. She got up, dragging her hand across my waist and back as she circled me like a predator would prey. She paused in front of me, bringing me in for a kiss. I slipped my arms around her neck, moaning as I relaxed in her arms.

Her hands roamed, letting her cool fingers brush my nipples, thumbing over them, before traveling down my waist and stomach before reaching around to my nearly naked backside. She popped my ass suddenly and I gasped in surprise, the stinging sensation helping the wet heat between my legs to multiply.

Jane took advantage of my gasp to dip her tongue into the wet heat of my mouth. She smacked my ass again and I moaned. She pulled at my bottom lip, her cool hands caressing my backside before following up with a quick succession of smacks.

I whimpered, tears stinging my eyes and wiggling my hips and clenching my thighs against the pulsing now taking over my pussy. I was so wet that I could practically feel the slick running down my thighs.

She pulled back, her eyes a dark burgundy, almost black.

"On the bed, ass up, darling."