Emily didn't usually do this...
That's not to say she hadn't done it in the past...but she was trying to be good. Trying to quit. But trying and succeeding were two very different things.
The thing was, as much as she may have wanted a real relationship, she wasn't exactly at a place in life where it was all that feasible – between the hours she worked and her numerous traumas and issues, this was really just easier for everyone.
This being anonymous one night stands with strangers. Not random strangers because she'd seen more than enough one night stands gone wrong to make that mistake. No, all her one night stands were vetted for her through a third party she trusted. They all knew the stakes, knew the deal, so there was never any confusion; just sex and nothing more and, come morning, there was no conversation, no breakfast, no goodbye kiss. Just sex.
On this particular occasion, it had been far far too long since she'd gotten laid – between the pandemic and the promotion to director, she just hadn't had the time. Fiona, being her best friend and one of her only confidants had endured quite a lot of bitchiness because of it and had therefore taken it upon herself to find Emily's latest conquest.
"Don't you want to know my name?"
Emily barked out a laugh, as her lips travelled down the other woman's throat, sucking bruises to the surface as she went. "That isn't part of the arrangement," she husked, scraping her teeth across the sensitive flesh of her collarbone.
"I have to call you something..." came the retort.
"You can call me Sir," Emily instructed, undoing buttons as her lips travelled lower and lower.
With a husky laugh, her conquest replied, "Well, Sir, you can call me Beck."
Choosing to ignore that, Emily shucked the blouse off Beck's shoulders, then flicked open the front clasp of her bra before latching her mouth around one of her nipples, teasing it with her teeth and tongue. One hand cupped her other breast while the other slipped past the waistband of her jeans and into her panties in search of her clit.
She spent several minutes teasing Beck, giving her just enough stimulation to keep her on the edge of cumming without ever letting her fall. She alternated between her breasts treating one, then the other, to raking teeth, laving tongue, teasing lips and all the while her gun-calloused finger teased her clit. She made sure to catalogue each and every sound she coaxed past Beck's lips, enjoying the power trip of having someone at her complete and utter mercy.
Finally, when she could take Emily's teasing no more, Beck said, "I know you didn't bring me here just for this..."
With a snort of amusement, Emily pulled her lips off her breast with a wet pop, smirking up at her from her lower vantage point. "What did you have in mind?" she asked, as if she really didn't know...
Huffing in frustration over having to work so hard to get what she wanted, Beck wound her fingers in Emily's hair, pulling her up to her lips and stealing a kiss, then lips ghosting over hers, said, "I want you to fuck me into oblivion."
Emily gave a pleased hum. "I like the way you think..." A beat. "But I don't like being told what to do..." She gave Beck a once over, her eyes raking up and down her body, as if sizing her up. Finally, she said, "Bedroom. Now. I want you naked on your hands and knees."
Beck wasted no time in obeying, assuming the requested position and waiting for Emily to do...something. Only, she found herself waiting and waiting. With a glance over her shoulder, she found that Emily was nowhere to be seen.
"Sir?"
"Patience," Emily chided, but nonetheless she sauntered into the room to lean against the threshold, hand on her jutted-out hip. In the time she'd left Beck hanging, she'd stripped down to her bra and panties and the strap-on she'd been packing. "See something you like?" she teased.
Beck nodded. Then, remembering her voice, she was quick to add, "Yes, Sir."
She laughed. "Good answer. However...I still think you need to learn your place." And, with that, she smacked her ass with a resound clap of skin on skin.
Beck yelped, jerking forward, away from the sting.
"Ah-ah," Emily tutted, "If you can take ten, I'll let you cum..." She landed another smack, then another in quick succession. "Can you take it?"
Beck cut off her whine by sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, but nodded all the same. Emily grinned smugly, then landed another slap. By the time she reached ten, Beck was keening, her body trembling, her ass red with imprints of Emily's hand...but she refused to tap out and Emily had to admit that she was impressed by her resolve.
"You took your punishment so well..." she cooed, gently raking her nails along the curve of her ass, up her spine, to her shoulder where she then dropped an almost tender kiss. "You've earned this," she added, then lined her cock up with Beck's cunt and guided herself inside.
She was quick to set a relentless pace, gripping Beck's hips to keep them canted for her thrusts. All Beck could do was turn off her brain and let herself be used...and there was something so incredibly hot and filthy about that.
"That's right, take it," Emily growled. Hand flat on her shoulder, Emily pushed Beck down to her elbows to change the angle of her thrusts, going deeper than before, which only served to drive Beck feral with desire.
"Please, please, please," she chanted without really knowing what she was begging for.
Entirely too cocksure, Emily taunted, "That's right, beg me. Beg me and maybe I'll let you cum..."
"Please, Sir," she pleaded, "I need to cum, please..."
"Well, since you asked so nicely..." Emily said, "But you're going to watch yourself be a little whore for me." She grabbed a handful of Beck's hair, jerking her head up so that she was forced to meet her gaze in the mirror that was Emily's closet door.
When Beck came, it was with a cry of Emily's name, her entire body going limp and falling forwards against the mattress, well and truly spent.
"Em?" JJ prompted, hand landing on Emily's shoulder. "Earth to Emily?"
Emily came crashing back to reality as the stinging pain of hot coffee on skin set in, as did the realization that she'd shattered her coffee mug on the ground.
"You look like you've seen a ghost..." JJ said when it became clear that Emily wasn't about to speak. She grabbed Emily's wrist and dragged her over to the sink to run cool water over the reddening skin of her scalded hand.
"Wh-who's that?" she stammered, gaze never leaving the door leading to the bullpen.
JJ followed her gaze. "Oh, that's Tara's girlfriend, Rebecca... Why?"