Long time no see! As I've mentioned before, I absolutely promise to finish this story here, but all the rest of my work (and there's already a fair bit) and all future stories will be exclusively on AO3. You can find me there under the same username and also find many more really excellent Rizzles fics by other authors that don't crosspost here. You can also follow me on tumblr, doomsday-dj.
This chapter is VERY NSFW. It's a bit D/s 101 and it gets a little rough, all consensually though.
Jane stared at Maura in disbelief before whirling around in the direction that the doctor—that Maura's birth mother—had hurried off to. Adrenaline zipped through her veins like during a suspect pursuit and Jane very nearly gave in to the urge to chase. She might have, if she hadn't first turned back to Maura, her chest seizing up at the sight of her.
Maura looked small, her usually impeccable posture having given way to slumped shoulders. When she finally turned her face up towards Jane's, Maura forced out a sad smile but her eyes were dim, almost dead. It actually physically pained her to see Maura like this. Jane had always possessed a desperate desire to protect Maura from the particular ways the world always hurt her and that urge had only grown more ferocious with the change in their relationship.
"How long have you known?" Jane asked, trying to keep the anger out of her voice, certain that Maura would misinterpret its cause.
There was the briefest hesitation before Maura spoke.
"Months."
"Months?!" Jane exclaimed before she could catch herself. She threw a quick glance around, relieved to find their relatively low traffic area devoid of any other banquet guests. She lowered her voice before continuing. "How many months?"
For Maura's part, she looked far too deep in her hurt to worry about Jane causing a scene. She wrapped one arm around herself, rubbing her right palm absently against her left forearm while studiously avoiding Jane's prying gaze.
"Paddy told me her first name when he thought he was dying in the warehouse, only I didn't quite realize it at first." Maura's eyes were charting a course through the ballroom and Jane followed her gaze to where Hope had stopped to make animated conversation with a few of Boston's better known philanthropists. Jane frowned and turned back to Maura, who had a wistful look about her as she continued. "He wouldn't say anything else once he was stable in the hospital, but my mother told me he would show up at her art classes at Harvard. I don't know what Paddy Doyle would be doing on the Harvard campus if that wasn't where my mother went. So I had her first name, her age, where she went to college, my birth date… I couldn't help it."
"Maura…" Jane said softly.
"She has a daughter." Maura's expression was blank as she haltingly added, "Another one. She's eighteen."
"Maura…" Jane said, a little more firmly this time.
"I know, Jane. I'm sorry for keeping it from you. I should have told you when you asked."
Jane exhaled. "Oh my god, no, it's not that. I just… Thinking about you, all those months, sitting with this alone. I should have been there. I should have made things right sooner. I should have never—"
"No," Maura cut her off severely, her back straightening in response to Jane's words. Jane very nearly took a step backwards at the sudden shift in Maura's demeanor.
"I don't want to think about it like that," Maura continued, locking eyes with Jane. "I wouldn't have wanted you back just because you felt sorry for me. That would have been worse than anything." An imperious look flashed across Maura's features and Jane felt appropriately cowed.
"And anyway," Maura added, her rigid shoulders softening again as she looked away with a sigh. "I wasn't alone, Jane. I told my mother."
Still so thrown by the news that Maura had figured out the identity of her other birth parent, it took Jane a full second to bring up the mental image of Constance Isles when Maura said 'mother.'
"Oh," Jane said.
"She didn't know about her." Maura mercifully answered the question that Jane was afraid to ask, a tight, humourless expression on her face. "But she knew who Paddy was. She knew this whole time that Patrick Doyle was my father."
Jane clenched her teeth together hard, biting down words she knew she was better off skipping. Although she knew that Maura and her mother had experienced a bit of a relationship breakthrough before everything fell apart again, it was still the case that Constance Isles was, with her regal attitude and casual cruelty, far from Jane's favourite person. The revelation that she'd known about at least one of Maura's birth parents for Maura's entire life had just set her back a few spots further.
Unfortunately, Jane knew herself well enough to realize that her desire to be angry at Constance was also an attempt to overshadow the guilt she felt. The fact that she'd been caught off guard by all of this was not befitting a highly decorated detective. She'd tried to ask Maura questions about Paddy, but she'd allowed herself to be too easily distracted and redirected. She should have known better. She should have figured out something was going on.
Jane looked out across the expanse of the ballroom again.
"Should we go find her again? Try and catch her after she's done talking up all the deep pockets?"
Jane felt Maura's hand wrap around her wrist to keep her in place. Jane hadn't been consciously planning to move but she felt her body relax at the touch. Maura must have noticed the tension coiling in Jane. She looked back to Maura as she shook her head.
"I can't do that, Jane. She has a whole life, an incredible organization, another daughter, I can't insert myself into that."
"Maura…" Jane turned to face her fully, staring in disbelief. "Come on. She knows."
"She doesn't," Maura said firmly. "You think if she knew she'd just come over and introduce herself like she was making a professional acquaintance? She thinks I died at birth."
Jane exhaled a little helplessly. "Honey, she thinks you don't know. She's trying to meet you without blowing up your life." She paused, eyeing Maura a little apprehensively. Part of her wondered if perhaps it was the kinder thing to do to leave Maura in denial a bit longer but she shook off that idea almost as soon as it occurred to her. Pretending wasn't an option.
"Maura," Jane said, quiet but firm. "it was all over the news. Everyone knows you're his daughter."
At that, something slid into place for Maura. She winced, and her expression grew somehow more hopeless. She turned away from the ballroom, away from Jane.
"I'd like to go home."
They rode home mostly in silence. Maura was pressed against the door of the car, face turned away from Jane, but when Jane had placed her hand palm up on the seat between them, Maura had slipped her hand into hers and laced their fingers together.
Jane tried not to stare, to give Maura a modicum of privacy as she tried to process the almost certain fact that Hope Martin knew Maura was her daughter. Jane was entirely out of her depth on this. She'd been hesitant to leave the gala, but one look at Maura's face made it clear that pursuing another conversation with Hope wouldn't have ended well for anyone.
When the car pulled into Maura's Beacon Hill driveway, Jane quickly waved off the driver and reached across Maura's body to open the door for her, then scooted out after her rather than exiting from her own side of the car. Maura walked up to the house in a daze. It was easy for Jane to overtake her with a few swift strides, reaching the door first to unlock it and escort her through.
Once inside, Jane watched carefully as Maura took a few steps into the middle ground between kitchen and living room and stopped. She swayed slightly, as if unsure where to go next.
Jane had already taken Maura's purse from her as they were leaving the Fairmont Copley and she set it down on the kitchen counter.
"Hey, sweetie," Jane said. She circled the counter, coming around the other side so she was facing Maura. "What can I do for you? You want me to run you a bath? I can pull up that documentary you were watching?" Maura was still staring blankly. Jane chewed her lip.
"You were watching it, too." Maura blinked out of her daze and looked at Jane, an inscrutable expression on her face. Her voice was soft. "I don't know why you insist on pretending you don't like to learn things."
Called out, Jane smiled sheepishly. "I guess I wanted to leave being the smart one to you."
Maura hummed wordlessly in response, but a tiny smile broke through her features and Jane felt her body unravel at the sight of it, the tension abating just from the smallest indication that Maura might be okay. But she still didn't have any indication how Maura wanted the rest of her evening to go.
"We can just talk about it, too," Jane tried.
"No," Maura said firmly.
"Then what, uh…" Jane trailed off as Maura began a slow approach, her eyes roaming all over Jane's new suit.
"You look so handsome, Jane," Maura murmured, but Jane heard as her breath caught slightly on the words, watched as her eyes darted up quickly to Jane's. It was clear that Maura was second-guessing her choice of words, questioning how welcome a word like 'handsome' might be. Very welcome, as it turned out. Jane loved hearing it. It made her stand up straighter, made her shoulders feel broader, but Maura's careful and inquisitive expression reminded Jane how far she'd come in a short time, how she would have once reacted very negatively to such a masculine compliment. It wasn't even that long ago that Maura was bragging that she'd saved Jane from being labeled 'butch,' after all.
"I'm glad you think so," Jane said, watching as Maura visibly relaxed and continued her slow pursuit. This was a familiar approach already, but Jane had some reservations.
"Maura, I'm not so sure…"
"Please, Jane. I don't want to think about it. It hurts so much to think about it. I just—" Maura took a sharp breath and stepped into Jane's space, slipped her hand between the plackets of Jane's half-buttoned shirt, resting her palm over Jane's heart. They were just about eye-to-eye tonight, with Jane in oxfords and Maura in her fancy Italian heels, and Maura looked entirely resolute about what she was seeking. Jane let her hands rest on Maura's hips before sliding them around to press against her bare back.
Maura leaned in close to Jane, flexing the tips of her fingers as she spoke, digging her nails into Jane's chest to convey her needs. "You asked what you can do for me, Jane, and I want you to take care of me. I don't want to think at all. Do you understand?"
Jane sucked in a sharp breath as Maura dipped her head and nipped at the curve of Jane's jaw. She did understand, perfectly.
They had only been together for two weeks, a timeline where people were still typically getting to know each other, but as was Maura's way, she had been keen to have immediate and extensive conversations about what they wanted out of their sex life. They had been the kind of frank discussions that would have once sent Jane running in the opposite direction. While it had taken a bit of effort for Jane to find her groove in those conversations, it turned out that being able to provide Maura with exactly what she wanted was highly motivating.
The early returns on their sex life were uniformly excellent, their individual proclivities and personalities lending themselves to a particularly intoxicating push and pull. Maura was at once both bossy and submissive and Jane was almost pathologically obsessed with Maura's pleasure. She loved to push Maura around in bed, to tease her, top her, make her beg. Each new sound she wrought from Maura's glistening, reddened, overtaxed body was a triumph, every time Maura came after insisting she was tapped out felt better than closing a cold case.
The week before, they had been laying in bed one night, wrapped up in each other after some of Jane's more ambitious work, Maura's fingertips tracing lazy patterns up and down Jane's back, across her shoulders, down her arms.
She'd talked to Jane about how she felt overwhelmed by her own competence sometimes, the many people who relied on her expertise and instruction, the number of decisions she had to make on any given day. She explained about her overactive mind, how it would spin out and catastrophize and how desperate she was sometimes to give up control, to allow her mind to go blank. She'd admitted how she'd never known anyone she could trust enough. Not until now. Not until Jane.
She'd slipped a hand between them, beneath the waistband of Jane's pajamas, pressed their faces together cheek to cheek to whisper descriptive scenarios in Jane's ear, coaxing out both a blistering climax and a breathless promise that Jane would do her very best.
So yes, Jane knew what Maura was asking. Maura wanted Jane to fuck every last thought out of her head, take total control, impose her will.
Maura wanted to submit.
And Jane…was a little nervous, to be honest. She'd thought the first time this happened would be a little different, a little more like it usually was between them. She hadn't been expecting Maura to be so vulnerable when she asked for this, but Jane realized now why that was a mistake. It was always going to be this way. Maura was always going to ask for this when she was a little broken, a little raw. It was on Jane to finish the job, then put her back together.
"You want to be good for me?" Jane asked, dropping her voice low, watching Maura carefully.
Maura flushed immediately, her eyes went wide and dark. "Yes," she whispered.
Jane nodded.
"Get upstairs."
Jane hadn't touched Maura on the way up the second floor. She hadn't even stood very close to her, trailing a few feet behind and watching as Maura made the journey to the master bedroom. Maura didn't look back at Jane, but Jane could sense how much she wanted to—countless hours spent interviewing persons of interest had taught Jane how to spot nervous energy.
Once in the bedroom, Maura stopped in the center and turned around to face Jane. It was on the tip of Jane's tongue to tell Maura to go pick out whichever dildo she wanted but she caught herself in time. That was how she usually did things—she liked to run the show, sure, but in a way that involved a lot of active participation on Maura's part. Jane liked to do, but she liked being very clear that what she was doing was exactly what was wanted. Except what Maura wanted right now wasn't any specific act, but rather for Jane to impose her will. So she would.
"Go get the black one," Jane said evenly. She watched as Maura's pupils blew out and her tongue darted out to wet her lips, felt the corresponding throb in her own body. "And hang up your dress. I want you naked when you come back." Maura murmured her assent and disappeared into her walk-in.
Almost immediately after their relationship began, Maura had bought out nearly the entire line up of toys from the online sex shop she preferred. It had been a surreal but nonetheless erotic experience to sit on the bed and watch Maura unpackage the discreet shipping box, laying out one elaborate dildo after another, pointing out their mutually beneficial features, explaining in detail how the business was a worker-owned co-operative, remarking how she couldn't wait for Jane to fuck her until she couldn't breathe.
Sensual and highly educational: the Maura Isles experience.
As she waited, Jane sat down in the leather armchair situated in the corner of Maura's room, a few feet from the bed. She had always found it to be an unusually masculine touch in Maura's otherwise feminine room but she was starting to get an idea of its purpose. Jane settled comfortably into the chair, still fully dressed in her suit, and hooked her ankle over the knee of her other leg. She felt powerful in this chair, in a way that would have been unlikely in a chair more in line with Maura's usual decorating choices. Jane knew it was silly to draw strength from rich leather and fine wood but damned if it didn't do the trick. She felt increasingly confident and calm. Nervous energy still rattled around in her bones, but she knew she could be what Maura needed.
Maura exited her walk-in closet, nude and holding the requested toy, and made her way slowly over towards Jane. She stopped abruptly when Jane lifted her hand off the armrest of the chair. Maura's immediate subordination rocketed up Jane's spine as if someone had hammered the sensor of a carnival strength tester.
Jane lowered her hand and Maura remained rooted in place. Jane swallowed thickly at the unspoken understanding that Maura wouldn't move again unless told to.
Jane tapped into some patience she didn't realize she possessed and took a moment to appreciate Maura's body, eyes trailing over the flare of her hips, her shapely calves, the firm and heavy breasts. Jane looked upon the soft, pale expanse of Maura's stomach, how it contrasted with her sunkissed arms, still pale in comparison to Jane's, but noticeably darker than the ivory of her breasts and abdomen and thighs.
She looked perfect. Jane was going to leave marks.
Looking down at where Maura's hand was wrapped around the shaft of the strap, Jane noted how her slim, elegant fingers highlighted both the heft and girth of the strap and felt something stir inside of her. While many of the others Maura had purchased had distinguishing features, this one was unremarkable in every way except its size. It was the biggest that Maura had purchased and the only one that she had blushed over when unpackaging, shyly murmuring about how not always, but sometimes.
Jane uncrossed her legs, setting her feet apart in a wide spread.
"Come here."
Jane watched Maura's nostrils flare as she made her way over to where Jane was seated. She placed the dildo on the side table and sank wordlessly to her knees between Jane's legs, one hand on either knee. Jane nodded down at the fly of her pants and Maura bit down into her lower lip. Pressing down hard, Maura ran the heels of her palms along the length of Jane's thighs before bringing her hands together over Jane's buckle and making swift work of her belt. She unbuttoned Jane's slacks and scratched her nails along the teeth of the zipper before slowly pulling it down. A small puff of air escaped Maura's lips as she looked down at Jane's underwear.
"You wore them," Maura sighed. She sounded so pleased that Jane had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from grinning.
The boxer briefs that Maura had laid out for her earlier in the evening had been a surprise to Jane. She'd thought, at first, that they were an ordinary pair of underwear. It took a moment before she realized they had some additional hardware discreetly hidden behind a button-fly. Maura's fingertips traced the outline of that hidden o-ring before she looked up at Jane with obvious anticipation.
"Get it ready," Jane instructed. Maura hummed her approval. She reached for where the toy was perched with one hand and hooked her fingers behind the waistband of the boxer briefs with the other.
Jane braced her arms along the back of her chair and lifted her hips, straightening her torso just enough to help facilitate the process. Maura drew back the waistband of the briefs and slipped her other hand inside. Jane could feel Maura's breath catch and her body tremble as she discovered that Jane was already damp with arousal. She hesitated just slightly before remembering she'd been assigned a task and began working the silicone through the front panel of the briefs. The toy was large and the fit of the underwear was snug by design, but soon Maura had it properly in place.
Jane lowered herself back into a relaxed sprawl and appraised her groin. They both did, Maura's eyes wide and eager, and Jane's own slightly awed.
The toy was not one of those hyper-realistic models and neither were any of the others they'd purchased, for which Jane was grateful. Nonetheless, looking down at it, with its flared head and the way it was pushed through the button fly, all the hardware that kept it in place hidden away, the illusion was still surprisingly effective. Jane felt very…embodied.
Maura went to stand up, bracing herself against Jane's thighs, and Jane shot out a hand to wrap it firmly around Maura's wrist to halt her. Maura let out a startled noise but immediately sank back down to her knees and met Jane's steely gaze. "Where do you think you're going?" Jane was pretty sure she was using her interrogation room voice. It seemed to be working. "I said: get it ready."
Jane's voice was hard although her command was purposefully a little vague—she figured there were at least a couple ways she could be understood. To be certain, Jane had something very particular in mind, but she still hadn't quite found her sea legs on this new journey, wasn't entirely comfortable just making demands. She knew it would ruin the whole thing to ask, but she desperately wanted to suss out what Maura wanted and hoped to slyly draw it out of her.
Maura's eyes darted back down to the length between them, her mouth falling open just slightly. She didn't move, unwilling to make that mistake again without a clear command, but she had still telegraphed her want. Jane's confidence swelled.
"It looks good, doesn't it?" Jane said, voice low, watching Maura intently. Swaying slightly, Maura canted forward just barely, eyes flicking up from the toy to Jane. Jane slid forward to the very edge of the chair until the tip of the toy was pressed to Maura's chest, prodding her between her breasts.
"Answer me when I speak to you," Jane demanded.
"Yes," Maura gasped out, looking both startled and thrilled. "It does."
The way she looked at Jane, eyes wide with a desperate, heedless sort of vulnerability, jolted Jane enough to remind her of how this needed to be done. She sat up a little straighter.
"Show me how you'll stop me," Jane said.
At that, Maura's nose crinkled slightly, as if she were offended at the reminder of her agency, reluctant to concede she had any control in the situation. Despite Jane's command, she tried to abdicate any responsibility, to force the issue. Jane let her get as far as wrapping her hand around the base of the toy, her lips barely brushing against the silicone tip before Jane stopped her with a hand against Maura's neck. She felt the petulant sound Maura made in response rumble through her throat. Jane clicked her tongue lightly.
"I need to know, Maura. Show me. Be good for me."
Maura sucked in a deep breath, shaky with arousal but tinged with a little frustration, and gave Jane three firm taps on the outer part of her thigh.
"Good." Jane slid her hand around to grip Maura by the back of her neck and added, more softly, "that's my good girl."
Maura moaned and Jane coaxed her firmly down towards the strap. "Now show me how good you can be," Jane murmured.
Maura sighed softly and sank down, her ass coming to rest on the back of her calves, her lips wrapping around the head of the toy. A sound akin to relief rose up from Maura's chest as she dropped her head further and took half the length of the strap deep into her mouth. Jane's whole body went rigid.
Maura had shown Jane a video once about some concept called the body transfer illusion, where people winced when a rubber hand, positioned such that it seemed like it was their own, was struck with a hammer. At the time she'd scoffed, as was her way, but now Jane understood. Mesmerized, Jane watched as the toy disappeared past Maura's lips, certain she could truly feel the heat of Mauras mouth, the exquisite change in pressure when Maura's cheeks hollowed. It helped, of course, that she knew a little of what it felt like—rarely did they have sex without Jane's fingers ending up in Maura's mouth, and she was always eager to taste herself on Jane's hand after Jane had filled her up. It made it so easy to imagine Maura's tongue curling around the strap, pressing it up against her palate; she swore she could feel the vibrations from every sound Maura made.
It wasn't until Maura gagged that Jane realized she'd started rolling her hips into Maura's mouth while pushing her down onto the strap with the hand still wound in her hair. Cursing internally, Jane tensed up to withdraw as Maura sputtered and coughed, but before she could, Maura quickly lifted herself up for a better angle and, with an eager noise, took two-thirds of the length into her mouth and throat. Jane went still and Maura's hand dropped to Jane's thigh and squeezed hard, an unmistakable reminder to Jane that Maura knew how to stop this if she wanted to. Jane heard Maura swallow and the strap slid further into her throat. It felt like fireworks were going off behind her eyes.
"Oh, fuck, Maura," Jane whined, hips jerking up again, uselessly. Neither the strap nor the harness gave a thought to the wearer's pleasure: there was a sturdy panel of material between Jane and the base of the toy, which was smooth and flared wide to support the weight of the silicone. It would have made her own release difficult even under ideal circumstances, but especially from this, the necessary pressure or friction wasn't anywhere to be found. That didn't stop Jane from chasing it. She made a few desperate noises as she watched the strap slide in and out of Maura's mouth, lifting her hips to meet her while Maura hummed her encouragement.
With great difficulty, Jane remembered that this was only supposed to be a prelude. Her hand still in Maura's hair, she gave a firm tug to pull Maura off the strap.
Maura drew back obediently and looked up at Jane. Her eyes were glassy and watering, her makeup surprisingly intact except for her eyeshadow smudging in the outside corners of her eyes. No wonder it all cost so much. Lips slicked with spit, Maura left a hand to wipe delicately at the corners of her mouth, never looking away, watching Jane for her next instructions. She looked debauched, breathless, eager to please in a way that made Jane want to soothe and ravage in equal measure. Jane pressed her palm to her cheek and Maura immediately parted her lips for Jane's thumb, taking it and sucking it while staring at Jane with a heavy expression.
Jane felt like she was burning up. She pulled her hand away and nodded her head, indicating behind Maura.
"On the bed. Hands and knees."
Maura complied immediately, rising smoothly from the ground and turning to crawl onto the bed. Her eyes remained locked on Jane's until her change in position prevented it, and she dropped her head forward, golden hair falling in a curtain, back arching as she leaned back to present herself to Jane.
Trying vainly to settle her racing heart, Jane took a deep breath and scrubbed both hands down her face before taking it all in. Maura's legs glistened with the evidence of her arousal, the soft skin of her inner thighs made shiny by her wetness, the close cropped curls visibly slick. Jane nearly hissed at the sight. It took all her willpower not to lunge forward and bury her face in it, so swollen with arousal, deep pink and eager to be touched. Jane wanted to lick it all up, make her scream, swallow every last drop of her. But it wasn't what Maura needed right now.
Instead, Jane merely admired, eyes roaming all over Maura's body as she stood slowly from the chair and finally undressed herself. She tossed her jacket and shirt onto the armchair, followed shortly by her trousers and socks, her eyes locked on Maura the entire time.
It was still new, seeing Maura like this. Jane didn't know if the shock might wear off some day, but every time Maura got naked for her felt like a miracle.
Jane stepped forward to the edge of the bed. She cupped her hand just slightly and ran it roughly along the length of Maura's slit, gathering up her copious wetness and then palming the strap, mixing Maura's arousal with the spit still glossy along the shaft of the dildo. She pumped her hand along the length of it, coating it, and then a few more times for the sheer fucking pleasure of doing so.
Hearing the slick sound, Maura threw a glance over her shoulder and made a desperate noise at the sight of Jane jerking the silicone hanging heavy between her legs.
"Jane," Maura groaned. It wasn't a request or a demand, but Jane gave in to her anyway. She climbed onto the bed behind Maura and used the hand still wrapped around the thick strap to bring it to rest against Maura's entrance. Jane could feel as Maura tensed up, and Jane felt certain that it was not in anticipation of the intrusion, but to resist the urge to press herself back against the head of the strap.
Jane remained perfectly still until a low whine slipped from between Maura's lips and then she pressed forward. The toy wasn't obscene in its size, but Jane had anticipated some resistance, and she couldn't stop the long moan that escaped her when she slid halfway into Maura with ease.
"Jesus, Maur," Jane said, voice tight with the effort it was taking not to drive all the way in. "So good. So ready for me."
Maura whimpered at the praise, back arching, a wordless plea for the rest. Jane resisted the temptation to give it to her and instead withdrew nearly all of the toy, pulling a plaintive cry from Maura with the retreat.
Slowly, very slowly, Jane dragged one third of the strap's length in and out of Maura, a hand on either side of Maura's ass, both to spread her open and to prevent Maura from taking matters into her own hands, should she try.
Transfixed, Jane ignored Maura's whimpered requests for more. She held her firmly in place and watched as the black silicone disappeared and reappeared, each time wetter than before. She pulled out entirely, grunted softly as Maura's hips twitched as the firm ridge of the head popped out and again when Jane pressed it back in. Jane indulged herself in the show a few more times before she finally increased the tempo and the depth, sliding her hands from Maura's ass to grip her around her hips, fingers digging in as she pushed in the full length of the toy. Maura gasped her approval, her sounds taking on a staccato rhythm as Jane began to fuck in earnest. She drew Maura back against the strap again and again, Maura punctuating each time that Jane bottomed out with a short, desperate moan.
Jane established a bruising rhythm and each thrust forced Maura further down towards the bed. She dropped slowly from her hands to her elbows and soon had her face and shoulders pressed into the bed, panting and hiccuping and begging for more, fisting the bedspread tightly in her hands, the fitted sheet soon pulled entirely off one corner.
Jane's boxer briefs were nearly soaked through, both from her own wetness and Maura's, and the fabric was losing its elasticity as a result, stretching out snapping back against Jane when she would withdraw. Jane dropped one hand down to the strap, pressing her hand to keep the base firm against her body, and continued. She watched the sweat gather in the small of Maura's back and trickle the length of her spine until it pooled between her shoulder blades, listened as Maura babbled almost incoherently into the sheets.
Maura was close. This position always got her there quickly. Jane pulled out abruptly and Maura sobbed at the loss, thighs quaking unsteadily.
Delaying gratification wasn't usually her M.O. but Jane felt no remorse. Instead, she spread Maura's cheeks, watched her clench around nothing—reveled in it, even. At some point in all of this, something had rewired itself inside of Jane's mind. She understood that Maura wanted to be denied, believed that she wanted to be used. When Jane flipped her over roughly, the expression on Maura's face only affirmed those instincts.
Jane climbed on top of her, quickly positioned herself between Maura's legs and slammed back in with one hard motion. Maura gasped, one leg hooking around the back of Jane's thigh. She tried to wrap her arms around Jane's neck but Jane needed leverage. She pushed Maura into the mattress, one hand pinning down a hip, the other against her opposite shoulder, the full weight of Jane's upper body pressing down on Maura at those two points. She knew it would leave bruises. She was certain Maura welcomed them. She drove the strap into Maura again.
Maura cried out harshly, her voice cracking with pleasure. Jane shifted her weight so she could grab Maura by the chin, forcing her to look Jane in the eyes. Maura's own glittered—overwhelmed, enraptured, entirely obedient. She lifted one hand to where Jane was holding her jaw, wrapped her fingers around Jane's wrist. Something caved in inside Jane like a sinkhole in a city street. She couldn't get enough, couldn't fill the void, couldn't fuck Maura hard enough. Her thighs were burning and her abs ached. Two sets of overworked lungs expelled rasping breaths and through it all she felt Maura's nails digging sharply into her arm, urging her on.
"No one else," she gritted out between brutal thrusts. She wasn't sure if she was making a promise or demanding one. She felt delirious. "Never again."
In response, Maura wrenched herself free of Jane's grasp, threw her head back and cried out as she came, clenching so hard around the silicone that even with the flood of arousal from her climax, Jane's rhythm was hampered. She licked the length of Maura's exposed neck, kept the long length of the strap inside Maura and dropped her palm between their bodies, already familiar enough with Maura's physical responses to know there was a window of opportunity for a quick encore. She pressed the heel of her hand against Maura's clit firmly, moving it quickly, and Maura's back arched up off the bed as another powerful orgasm ripped through her.
Slowly, carefully, Jane withdrew the strap. Exhausted, Maura collapsed back on the bed, but the gaping maw inside Jane's chest said it wasn't enough. She wound her fingers into the hair at the crown of Maura's head and pulled her firmly back towards the glistening silicone.
"Clean up your mess," Jane said softly. Maura made a guttural noise as her face was pressed to Jane's pelvis, her cheek resting wet against the shaft still so thoroughly coated with Maura's arousal. She prepared herself to obey, propped herself up on her side. When she tilted her face to look up at Jane, her eyes were liquid and dark and profoundly grateful.
This wasn't a form that Jane would've expected their love would take. She was glad it had.
Maura's breath shuddered out of her as Jane's grip on her hair tightened and she firmly directed Maura's mouth towards the come-slicked silicone between Jane's hips. Maura took to the task with vigor, licking the length of it, tongue curling to catch every drop of her own orgasm. In their short time together Jane had already learned that Maura had a lot of tricks in her bag, and true to form, the clean up job she was performing was in no way a repeat performance. Captivated by Maura wrapping her lips around the head of the toy, Jane slid her hand into her briefs, found herself so slippery it should have been difficult, so fucking turned on that it was easy work. A few sloppy strokes with three fingers against her clit and Jane came hard and rough as Maura moaned around the strap one last time.
Jane's thighs gave out and she collapsed onto the bed and onto her back, the abrupt motion causing the strap to smack back against her stomach with an almost comically wet slap before it bobbed back into place. Jane groaned softly, suddenly very aware of the entirely soaked spandex encasing her. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the briefs, pushing them down. It took a moment but she wriggled free, kicking the strap to the floor with a dull thud.
The cool air of the room hit her right away, the combination of her own arousal and the sweat from a pretty vigorous workout causing a powerful involuntary shiver, but the sensation was soon replaced by the length of Maura's body against hers, her thigh nestled between Jane's and pressing her own sex against the jut of Jane's hip bone.
Maura kissed her slowly, deeply, her tongue licking along Jane's teeth and dipping in and out of Jane's mouth as she rolled on top of her. Jane wrapped heavy arms around Maura's waist, running her fingertips reverently along her back.
"Thank you," Maura murmured after finally breaking the kiss. She pressed herself against Jane's hip again, still soaking wet, less an attempt to start something new and more a confirmation of a job well done. She dragged her lips along Jane's cheek then pressed them against her ear. "You were so good to me, Jane."
The remaining tension in Jane's body dissolved at Maura's words. She'd been pretty sure of herself, but the relief that what she'd done had been what Maura wanted was nonetheless immediate. She maneuvered around until she could find Maura's lips for another deep kiss and felt as that gaping maw in her chest finally closed up.
"I love you," Jane said, feeling almost feverish in the aftermath. Her hands roamed all over Maura's body, trying to check on every part she might have manhandled, to touch softly what she'd just treated so rough. "Are you okay? I'd do anything. Anything."
"I'm okay, darling," Maura soothed. "And I know." She settled down against Jane's chest, resting her cheek against Jane's heartbeat and exhaling a long, slow, unburdened breath. "I've always known."