Author's Notes: This was written on a lark, inspired (obviously) by
the episode of the same name. Most of this was written in one go. If
you think all sex and lovemaking involves soft light and rose petals,
you would be best finding another story, probably one involving
nothing more hardcore than fingers. This is a down and dirty sex story
that happens to end with a bit of happiness. If you continue after
reading this, I reserve the right to track you down and whap you if
you flame me for any of the warned activities.
Spoilers: Minor, for "Slaves of Las Vegas" and for any hope of
innocence you had hoped to retain.
Pairing: Catherine/Sara, first time
Rating: NC-17 for BDSM themes and hardcore lesbianism
Warnings: Bondage, gratuitous nudity, light sadomasochism,
relationship between two women, Domination/submission, sex between
strangers (Or so they think), rampant matchmaking, a strap-on, dead
cow skin and tour guides named Clive.
Slaves of Las Vegas
by Lex 'Spork' Tenou
"I believe I shall be able to find someone to fit your needs." Lady
Heather smiled inscrutably at the nervous figure who sat across from
her. "Do you have a preference for gender?"
Sara Sidel blinked. She had come to Lady Heather for a simple reason.
She wanted to know more about her own desires and herself in general.
She had heard of Lady Heather from Catherine one day as they had
shared lunch. Intrigued, Sara had looked through the notes Catherine
and Grissom had taken, jotting down the address of Lady Heather's
Dominion. A few weeks after the close of the case, Sara felt enough
time had passed to allow her to safely visit Lady Heather.
She had approached the house, apprehension filling her stomach more
with each sure footed step she took towards her future. She had been
shown to Lady Heather quickly enough, after having waited just long
enough to cause her apprehensions to start to take over.
Lady Heather and Sara had made brief small talk, including Sara's line
of work, before Lady Heather had ascertained the true reason for
Sara's visit. Lady Heather had not seemed surprised; she had actually
appeared more self satisfied than anything else.
Sara had given much thought to this...scene, as it was called. She had
fantasized for many nights about who she wanted. She had hoped not to
have to say this out loud...not quite yet, anyway.
"Umm...probably...female." A blush stained her cheeks as she voiced
her deepest desire. "I mean...I guess." Her face was enflamed as she
looked at her feet.
Lady Heather smiled. So she wasn't out yet. At least, she wasn't
comfortable with it quite yet. Interesting...
"And did you wish for any particular...look?" Lady Heather had a
feeling she knew exactly what kind of "look" the woman before her
wanted, remembering a co-worker of Sara's.
Sara's cheeks, which had started to cool, enflamed once more.
"Well, I have always had a thing for blondes..."
Lady Heather raised an eyebrow. This just got better and better.
"I have the perfect person in mind for you." She retrieved a card from
her desk and quickly wrote a short message on the back. She handed it
to Sara. "Return at that time. Your Top will be waiting."
Sara thanked her profusely before escaping. Lady Heather waited until
she had left before allowing her lips to curl into a self satisfied
smile. The week before, another CSI had approached her about finding a
sub in order to explore dominance. Lady Heather had agreed to take
them under her wing. It was to be a truly special scene, as Lady
Heather had agreed to personally help the fledgling dominant.
She flipped through her Rolodex, quickly finding the number for which
she searched. Dialing it into the phone, she watched Sara's car pull
away as it rang.
"Catherine...Yes, it's Heather. I have found that sub you were looking
for...Your scene will be Thursday afternoon." Lady Heather smiled,
amused. "Yes, you'll be done in time for work, barring any unforeseen
developments. Until Thursday."
Lady Heather replaced the phone and smiled. Matchmaking always pleased
her.
---
Catherine Willows turned off her car, her eyes riveted on Lady
Heather's Dominion. It was just before 2 pm on Thursday. She glanced
at her briefcase sitting next to her, seeing the drawing Lindsey had
left for her that morning before going to school. She had arranged
for Lindsey to spend this long weekend with a friend of hers. Lindsey
had been begging Catherine for the opportunity to spend the weekend
with her friend Justine, whose father owned a ranch nearby. Lindsey
seemed to be fascinated by cowboys right now. Next month, it'd
probably be race car drivers. It had been a godsend for Catherine.
This would give her the opportunity to deal with whatever
fallout occured as a result of this scene.
Taking a deep breath, Catherine centered herself before opening her
door. Grabbing Lindsay's picture, she slipped it inside her
briefcase before sliding it under the front seat and leaving the car.
As she locked the door, she noticed a familiar car in the distance.
She couldn't place it, so she shrugged it off and strode Lady
Heather's Dominion.
As she dissapeared inside, Sara pulled into the parking lot. Parking
quickly, she leaped from her car, terrified that she was going to be
late. Traffic had been much worse than she had expected.
She quickly made her way into the large house. Greeted immediately by
one of Lady Heather's devoted subs, she was led into a small room and
calmly told to strip in preparation for Lady Heather.
The sub stood at the doorway, back to Sara, as she pulled her t-shirt
over her head. If anyone walked by, they would see her in her jeans
and bra, struggling with her recalcitrant t-shirt.
As it finally pulled loose, Sara glanced out the door and thought she
recognized the flash of blonde that walked by. Sara blinked, hard. It
couldn't have been Catherine, she wasn't into this. It had to have
been someone else.
"Excuse me...who was that who just walked by?" Sara's nervousness
showed in her quivering voice. It was scary enough knowing she was
going to be entering uncharted territory, but to have Catherine be
anywhere near would be too much for her to bear.
The sub did not turn around.
"That was a new domme Lady Heather is training today."
"Do you know her name?"
"No."
Sara removed the rest of her clothes quickly, anxious to begin her
scene. She hoped it wouldn't be more than she could handle.
When she was nude, she cleared her throat nervously, unsure what to
say. Hello, I'm naked now?
"Are you finished?"
"Yes." Sara refused to show the depths of her nervousness.
The sub pulled out a strip of black cloth and turned to her. A hand
was extended to her, offering the cloth.
"If you would, it was made clear that you are to wear this."
Sara took the simple blindfold and tied it tightly around her head,
securing it so it wouldn't restrict her breathing or hearing. She
wanted to be able to enjoy as much of this as she could. A breeze
swept across her bare skin as she finished tying the blindfold. She
shivered once, unable to supress the reaction. Her nipples rose and
hardened in the cool air.
A hand took hers before she lowered it.
"If you'll come with me..." Sara allowed herself to be led down the
hallway. She had no idea what part of the house they went to, only
that they remained in the house. They entered a room, filled with
plush carpeting. Sara breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't going to
be made to bleed at least. Not unless Lady Heather wanted to replace
this carpet. But what if her Top wanted to see her bleed onto
carpeting? Sara felt a chill race up her spine at that thought.
Sara was led to what she judged to be the middle of the room. Her arms
were pulled above her and fastened into soft cuffs. They felt wool-
lined. Very classy. Sara tested her bonds slightly when the hands were
pulled away. The soft clanking of a chain above told her that her
bonds were attached to something over her head. Her arms were streched
slightly, not uncomfortably. Sara felt she could easily remain in this
position for a half hour or more with little to no ill effects other
than a slight coldness and minimally reduced feeling in her hands.
"Your Top will be arriving soon. Please remain here."
Sara laughed shortly at the sub's humor.
Soft footsteps receded in the distance. When the sub left the room,
Sara could no
longer hear what was happening.
She resigned herself to waiting however long her Top wanted her to
wait. Her hands were beginning to get that detached feeling. Sara tested the cuffs again, harder this time. She found that her bonds were truly well attached. She felt gratitude wash over her at the thought that her Top had taken the time to make sure they had a good room.
Sara allowed her mind to wander. What would her Top be like? Would she
be played
with or punished? Or both? Would her Top be sadistic or loving? Or a
delicious mix
of both, making her want to scream out her love for her Top?
Would she ache to be taken and held? Would she be touched?
Would her Top ever show up?
Sara struggled against her bonds again, hoping to make some noise to
encourage someone to stick their head in, to ask after her, in order to reaffirm her connection with another human.
A throaty chuckle filled the air at Sara's struggles. Sara froze
immediately. Was this her Top? Or just someone passing by?
"You know, that position really pushes out the breasts nicely." The
clinical observation caused a blush to flood Sara's cheeks.
"Indeed. I wonder...is she blushing for you or for me?" At the sound
of the other voice, Sara's heart fluttered. Two people? Were they both Tops? Were they here for her? Or were they here to just tease her?
The first voice spoke again.
"I'd say it's more for you. After all, you're who she's here for."
Sara could hear the smile in the respondent purr.
"Indeed."
They seemed to circle her, as their voices began to come to her from
all points around her.
"Nice ass." That was the first voice.
"Definitely. I wonder if she looks as good in her clothes as she does
out of them?" The second voice, this one belonging to her Top, she hoped. It seemed to caress her as it flowed over her.
Sara was too taken up in anticipation to try to determine if one of
them was male. So long as her Top was female, she didn't care.
Sara gasped as a single finger reached out and flicked her already
hardened left
nipple.
"Mmmm....responsive. I like that." Second voice. A hand wrapped around
the hair at
the back of her head and pulled her head until she could feel the
other person's breath
on her face. "Hello, my delicious little sub. You'll be mine for
today. If you perform
nicely, I'll consider having you again. If not, you'll never see me
again. Do you
understand?"
Sara gasped as her hair was pulled when she didn't immediately
respond.
"Y-yes! I understand!"
Sara jumped as a firm slap was administered to her bare breast.
"You will address me as 'ma'am' or you *will* learn pain. Am I clear?"
The steel lining
the words guaranteed Sara's cooperation.
"Yes, Ma'am!" Sara could practically see the smile in front of her.
"Good girl." A pause. Sara was sure she was raking her body with a
lascivious look.
"What's your safeword?"
"Delores." Her hair was released and Ma'am stepped back.
"She listens well." Sara felt a bit of pride as she heard Ma'am praise
her.
"True...I wasn't sure if she would, or if she'd need a firmer hand." A
pause. Sara
could feel their eyes raking over her exposed body. "You'll find the
implements you
requested over on the table."
"Mmmm....nice choice."
"I thought you might enjoy it."
Sara abruptly stopped wondering what Ma'am and the other person were
talking about
when she felt the soft brush against her shoulder. It was too slight
to be a finger.
Soft...it might be a feather or a bit of fur. Sara arched towards it,
trying to feel more
of the slight sensation.
It was abruptly pulled away.
"Wait for it." The stern command froze Sara. She didn't want to
dissapoint Ma'am.
"Mmmm...."
The softness began again, on her shoulder. It trailed down, over her
back. Designs
were traced over her skin. Sara could feel herself shiver as it
touched previously
unknown sensitive places.
"Do you like this?"
"Y-yes, Ma'am. It feels good." A soft chuckle sounded from beside her.
The softness
trailed down her leg as hot breath caressed her ear.
"Good." The single word, purred into her ear caused her stomach to
clench. A bit of
unexpected lubrication seeped from her.
The softness trailed over her thigh, towards her crotch. It flicked
lightly over her
neatly trimmed mound before caressing her stomach. It was a good thing
that she
wasn't ticklish there, Sara mused. She had already come close to
laughing out loud
when the softness had flicked her inner thigh.
Ma'am continued to trail the softness over her torso, rubbing it
lightly on her nipples.
A soft, cruel laugh filled the air as Sara arched her back into the
softness.
A light slap quickly reminded Sara that she was *not* in charge.
"Didn't I tell you to wait for it?"
Sara bit her lip.
"Yes, Ma'am." Her reply was meek and small. Had she dissapointed her
Ma'am? She
hoped not....
"You dissapoint me." Sara's heart clenched. No! Ma'am undid the cuffs,
bringing
Sara's arms down. Ma'am rubbed her arms lightly, encouraging
circulation. Sara
began to fall in love with her caring ma'am. "You will make it up to
me, won't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I'll do whatever you want, Ma'am." Sara surprised herself
with how
much she meant those words. If Ma'am had told her to accept a tattoo,
forever
proclaiming her to be Ma'am's, she would have, without a second's
hesistation.
Ma'am led Sara forward. After a few steps, Sara was stopped. Ma'am
pushed on her
back, gently. Sara leaned forward and her hips met with a smooth
leather surface.
Ma'am continued pushing on her back, until Sara lay prone on some sort
of modified
sawhorse;she couldn't tell for sure. She suspected it to be a sawhorse
as it was long
and narrow. She could feel two legs of the contraption she was laying
on on either
side of her feet. She suspected that her feet would be tied to those
legs shortly.
She remained quiet, only whimpering slightly as Ma'am fastened cuffs
around her
ankles. These were soft as well, lined with the same material as the
cuffs on her
wrists. She suspected these ones also allowed her to be bound with a
minimum of
difficulty on the part of Ma'am. She heard buckles being snapped and
felt her feet
being positioned and fastened tightly to the legs that she had felt
before.
Ma'am paused in her work for a moment, to run her hands over Sara's
well
maintained rear end. Sara whimpered softly, pushing back into Ma'am's
hand,
wishing for more contact. She craved Ma'am's touch.
Ma'am's hand continued to caress Sara's posterior, running over the
trim thighs and
the small of her back as well. Ma'am finally ran her hands up over
Sara's shoulders.
Tangling her hands in Sara's hair, Ma'am growled into her ear.
"You will begin your punishment simply, disobedient one. I will start
with a simple
spanking. You will then be gifted with a taste of my flogger before
you feel my paddle.
You'll take them all, and you will thank me after every one you count,
won't you?"
Ma'am's question was deceptively soft. Sara knew in her gut if she
gave any answer
other than "Yes, Ma'am, thank you Ma'am" she would be introduced to
true pain in
ways she couldn't fathom.
Not wishing to learn exactly how much it hurt to be caned, Sara
replied "Yes, Ma'am,
thank you, Ma'am." She could feel the pleasure radiating from Ma'am.
"Good girl." Ma'am's purr filled Sara with pride and pleasure. Sara
felt Ma'am lock
her wrists together beneath her before pulling away with one last
caress of her still
smooth skin. "I believe ten of each will be enough for you. I don't
want to bruise this
pretty skin on your first day, now do I?" Ma'am chuckled to herself.
Sara tried hard to remember what she had read. To try and stay
relaxed, she knew,
would help her immensely. She was broken out of her internal
recollection by a sharp
smack to her ass. Sara's head snapped up in reaction. She bit back a
cry of pained
surprise.
"One! Thank you, Ma'am." Sara was thankful she had remembered to say
what
Ma'am had asked of her.
Another struck her exposed ass. Sara counted and thanked Ma'am after
each one. A
growing fire spread across her asscheeks with every blow Ma'am landed.
The tempo
and intensity of each blow varied, keeping Sara guessing. After the
seventh, Sara
squirmed against her bonds. It was feeling entirely far too good.
"Nine! Thank you, Ma'am!" SMACK! "Ten! Thank you, Ma'am!" Sara
breathed a
soft sigh of thanks for the brief respite offered by Ma'am's need to
get the flogger.
Sara tensed as she felt the cool leather of the flogger's many lashes
slide over her
ass within seconds of the last spank. That was not long enough! She
needed more
time to recover, she needed-
"Are you ready for this?" Ma'am laughed above her. "Not that it
matters. You
misbehaved. You need to make it up to me, don't you?"
Sara squirmed against her bonds, the pain of the spanking forgotten
under the
imminent promise of the flogger.
"Yes, Ma'am, please Ma'am, let me make it up to you, Ma'am." Her
pleading seemed
to please Ma'am, as she ran a caressing hand over Sara's back.
"You will."
With that sofly menacing promise, Ma'am began her flogging. The lashes
softly bit
into Sara's skin, raising her arousal even further. Sara strained
against her bonds,
trying to pull up or down, anywhere, somewhere to relieve the ache of
desire deep
within her.
Ma'am stopped.
"You're not counting." The anger in her voice chilled Sara's blood.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am! I'll count now, Ma'am!"
Ma'am laughed coldly.
"That's not good enough. You dissapoint me." Ma'am leaned in closer
and her voice
lowered, causing a delicious thrill of fear to course through Sara.
"I'll just have to
count for you...since you seem to be a good for nothing slut."
Sara tried to free herself in a futile effort, seeking to bow down to
Ma'am, to kiss her
feet, to do anything to make Ma'am proud of her and happy with her
again.
"Please Ma'am, I'm sorry, Ma'am, I can do better, please!" Sara was
practically in
tears at the thought of Ma'am leaving her. "Please Ma'am, let me make
it up to you, I'll
be a good girl, please, Ma'am!"
Ma'am seemed to stand and watch Sara for a moment. She seemed to be
satisfied
with Sara's pleas.
"Very well, my delightful little slut. You will make it up to me. But
first..."
Sara felt her ass blaze anew as Ma'am began flogging her in earnest.
Sobbing her
thanks, Sara gave herself up to the feeling. She could feel her pussy
twinge with
each bite of the flogger's individual lashes into her skin.
After an indeterminate amount of blows, Ma'am stopped. Sara's ass now
blazed like
the fire that razed Chicago. Her sobbing filled the room, underscored
by Ma'am's
heavy breathing. She felt Ma'am brush her hair back from her face and
caress her
cheek lovingly. Sara pushed her cheek into Ma'am's hand, seeking more
contact.
"Are you ready for the rest of your punishment?" The tender caring in
Ma'am's voice
was almost too much for Sara. She was already halfway in love with
Ma'am. If she
kept being so damn nice, Sara was going to give every last bit of
herself to someone
whose face she had never seen, much less what their name was!
Taking a deep breath to control her sobs, Sara pushed her face further
into Ma'am's
palm. Kissing Ma'am's fingers as much as she could, Sara replied.
"Whatever you see fit to give me, Ma'am, I can take." Sara felt
Ma'am's hand caress
her cheek once more before pulling away.
"Very well. Do not count these. You will not be able to."
Sara had no time to brace herself, for as soon as Ma'am had finished
speaking, her
ass lit once more as blow after blow rained upon her tender flesh.
The room was filled with the resounding smack of leather on skin. Sara
was sure
that by now her ass was as red as a stop light. The sting of one blow
didn't have a
chance to recede before the next impacted her ass, layering the pain
in a quilt of agony
stitched into her skin.
Cries, moans and curses flew from Sara's mouth under the vicious
assault. Her back
arched, trying to pull herself away from the relentless torture her
ass was being
subjected to.
She could feel her pussy opening further, lubricating more with each
smack. She
knew she needed this as much as she needed her next breath, even
though it shamed
her to say it or think it. Her cries of protest seemed to fall on deaf
ears, reverberating
loudly in the room.
All too soon, her punishment was over. Gentle hands caressed her much
abused
ass, smoothing a cooling cream over her enflamed cheeks.
"Shhh...it's ok. I've got you." Ma'am continued to gently spread the
cream. Sara could
feel her eyes admiring her handiwork. "Nice..." Ma'am finished
spreading the cream
and Sara nearly cried when she felt Ma'am pull her hands away.
Sara didn't get a chance, however, as it appeared that Ma'am had only
pulled her
hands away in order to wipe her hands. Fingers soon returned to her
skin. This time,
however, they slipped into the hot little cavern made by her engorged
pussy.
"Hmmm...it seems that you really do want to make me happy." Sara could
hear the
smile in Ma'am's voice as she moaned and pushed back onto her hand.
"Good."
Ma'am pulled her hand away again. Sara cried out in protest and was
rewarded with a
firm smack to her outer thigh.
"Quiet. I'm not done with you yet."
There was rustling behind her. Sara tried to identify what she could
from the
unfamiliar sounds. A bit of rubber pulling on rubber? That was
definitely the
unzipping of something. The rustle of clothing...
Sara jumped when Ma'am laid a hand on her back.
"You've been a very good girl tonight."
"Thank you, Ma'am." Sara flushed with pleasure. Those words had grown
to mean
so much to her in the short time she had spent with Ma'am.
"I do believe you have earned this..." WIth those words, Sara felt
something pushing
into her wet pussy. She couldn't identify it at first, not until it
was pushed deeper into
her and she felt Ma'am's other hand on her hip.
Ma'am had decided that she had been enough of a good girl to deserve
her dick. Sara
moaned as she pushed back against Ma'am's dick.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh...thank you, Ma'am!" Sara tried to push back farther but
found that
her bonds would not allow her any farther onto Ma'am's dick. She
resorted to verbal
pleas. "Please, Ma'am...let me have your dick....pleeeaase!" Sara
wailed, pushing
back as far as she could. She needed more.
"You want more of me, girl?" Ma'am pushed her dick just a little bit
deeper into Sara.
At Sara's moan, Ma'am pulled out until only the head of her dick laid
inside Sara.
"I asked you a question." Sara cried out at the removal, nearly crying
in her need.
"Please Ma'am! Let me have your dick! I need you, Ma'am!"
Sara was too busy trying to impale herself on Ma'am's dick to hear the
praise that
rained down on her.
"So beautiful...yes, girl, you can have my dick now. Such a good
girl..."
Sara only registered that Ma'am was fucking her, hard and fast before
she threw her
head back and let out a single scream as she orgasmed. Ma'am continued
to fuck her
mercilessly, driving her dick in and out in a frenzied rythym, seeking
her own
pleasure, heedless of Sara's own. Sara's pussy continued to be reamed
by Ma'am's
dick as Ma'am grunted animalistically behind her. Sara pulled against
her bonds,
seeking to feel more of her than her dick.
Sara's movements altered the angle of Ma'am's intense fucking, hitting
that golden
spot deep within Sara's freshly twitching pussy. Sara had never felt
her body respond
this quickly before. Ma'am was going to make her explode with
pleasure!
"Girl, you're gonna make me come." The gruff statement from just
behind her ear
made Sara arch back, into Ma'am. Sara hadn't noticed when Ma'am had
bent forward
over her.
"Please come, Ma'am..."
"Do you deserve it?"
Sara nearly cried. Did she deserve it? Ma'am had done so much for her
and Sara had
done nothing.
"No, Ma'am, I don't deserve it."
Sara felt the smile against her ear.
"Smart girl...you're right, you don't deserve it. Because you know
that, you're getting
it." Ma'am leaned back, setting herself in order to fuck Sara across
the room.
"Please Ma'am..." Sara whimpered.
"Make me come, girl."
Ma'am's dick pistoned in and out of Sara's pussy. Sara pleaded,
begged, promised.
So intent was she on making Ma'am come, that her orgasm came as a
complete
surprise.
"Oh god! Ma'am, I'm coming! Please Ma'am!"
"Come for me...."
Sara cried out in ecstasy as her body spasmed once more, freed by
Ma'am's
permission. Ma'am groaned long and loud behind her, pushing deep and
grinding into
her ass. Sara barely registered the reassuring feeling of Ma'am's body
collapsing on
hers after she came.
After a moment, Ma'am rose from her. Before either of them could say
anything a slow
clap sounded from behind them.
"Relax, girl." Ma'am pulled out of Sara to turn to the clapper. "Thank
you, Heather."
Sara began to return to herself, listening intently to Ma'am and the
other person,
whom she now knew to be Lady Heather.
"I wish I could say the pleasure was all mine, but I'm sure we are all
aware that would
be an outrageous lie." A smile crossed Sara's face in conjunction with
yet another
blush. She couldn't remember having been embarrassed so many times in
one day
before.
"I'm sure my girl there would agree. Wouldn't you, girl?" Ma'am's
voice was raised
slightly, to ensure that Sara heard her.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"She's wonderful." Lady Heather paused, most likely studying either
Ma'am or Sara
herself. "I'm sure you're interested as to whom it is behind that
blindfold. As much as
I'm sure your girl there is interested in who you are."
"I'm sure." Ma'am's voice held amusement.
"Why don't you free her and then we'll see about removing the
blindfold."
"Capital idea!" Sara could hear the amusement and satisfaction laced
in Ma'am's tone.
She was sure that if Ma'am had been wearing shoes, she would have
clicked the
heels together as she saluted Lady Heather.
Ma'am quickly released Sara from the contraption she had been laying
on. Rubbing
her arms, Sara could sense that Ma'am was looking at her as she
encouraged the
circulation in Sara's arms. She could feel the heat of Ma'am's breath
on her cheek.
"Thank you, Ma'am."
"Remove the blindfold, girl." Sara hesistated for a moment, as it had
been Lady
Heather giving the order and not Ma'am.
"Do as she says." The soft order quelled Sara's misgivings.
She reached up behind her head and unfastened the knot. She pulled the
blindfold
off, slowly, seeking to keep Ma'am's identity secret for as long as
possible.
Catherine watched as her girl pulled off the blindfold that had hidden
her identity. The
small strip of black cloth lowered until Catherine could see those
soft brown eyes she
had dreamed about since that long ago first day.
Her throat seemed to close as her brain shut down.
"S-sara?" Catherine didn't dare look down and see Sara's deliciously
nude body.
Catherine saw a flush cover Sara's beautiful features. "Oh,
god...Sara, I...Ok, this is
awkward."
"You're telling me. You at least have some semblance of clothes."
Sara's eyes
widened as she slapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh, god, I'm sorry."
Catherine laughed and accepted the robe Lady Heather extended to her.
She wrapped
it snugly around Sara's shoulders, smiling shyly as she looked up,
once again
meeting those fathomless brown eyes.
"It's fine...Look, I think we need to talk."
"Since you just gave me the fucking of my life, I'd have to agree."
Sara could not
believe the smartass that she was being, much less that Catherine was
putting up
with it!
Catherine shot her a look that said "I can still whip you, you know."
Sara settled, a
smile playing at her lips. Catherine was still her Ma'am.
---
Lady Heather had shown them to another private room, this one with a
bed. She had
left them, promising a tray of snacks would be sent up shortly.
Sara sat on the bed, watching Catherine pace. Sara hadn't really
noticed the clothes,
or rather, lack of clothes, that Catherine wore. Tight leather pants
lovingly encased
her legs. The bulge at her crotch told Sara where that strap on had
gone. A black bra
encased her breasts. Sara's eyes were drawn magnetically to
Catherine's cleavage.
Sara's admiration of the smooth white skin was interrupted by a subtle
clearing of a
throat. Sara raised her eyes to see that Catherine had noticed Sara's
observation of
her breasts. A twinkle in her eyes told her that Catherine's stern
look was a ploy.
"What do you think you're doing, girl?" A delicious thrill ran over
Sara at hearing
Ma'am's tone from the woman she loved.
"Oh, nothing...just enjoying the fact that I have a view." Catherine
laughed. Sara
snuck a quick peek at her heaving chest before adopting an innocent
look in time for
Catherine to return her gaze to Sara's face.
"So I guess it's a moot point to ask if you're attracted to me."
Sara blushed. Catherine was beginning to really enjoy the image of
Sara blushing.
"Yeah...and I guess the same can be said for you, huh?"
Catherine leered at Sara.
"Definitely." A lecherous grin spread across her face.
Sara ducked her head, peeking up at Catherine shyly.
"We do need to decide if we want to do this again...I guess."
Catherine looked at Sara, an inscrutable look on her features as her
brain processed
the suggestion. She knew she would love nothing more than to have Sara
again and
again...and for everyday until the end of time. Well, almost nothing
more. She would
love to have Sara forever and know that Sara loved her, that would be
the greatest
thing in the world for her.
A knock at the door interrupted Catherine before she could say
anything.
"It's your snacks, Ma'am." With a sigh, Catherine opened the door. She
took the
covered tray from the scantily clad young girl and thanked her before
closing the door
and turning to Sara.
"Care for some food? I haven't eaten in so long I can't remember what
food tastes
like."
"Sure. Cop a squat and let's see what Lady Heather sent us." Catherine
set herself
and the tray down in the middle of the bed. Catherine pulled the lid
off and sent a
silent thanks to Heather. The platter before them was laden with light
finger foods,
perfect to demolish hunger, and absolutely wonderful to be fed with.
Catherine was sure that second benefit hadn't crossed Heather's
devious little mind at
all. She looked over at Sara.
Sara's eyes were riveted on the platter before them. Her eyes consumed
all of it before
fingers touched any of it. She extended her hand toward a canape and
drew it back
quickly. Catherine chuckled.
Sara looked up at her, eyes wide.
"It all looks so gooooood!" Catherine smiled tenderly at Sara, who
ducked her head.
Catherine picked up the canape Sara had started toward. She had no
idea what it
was, but it looked as though it should taste good. She noted that
Sara's eyes were
riveted on her as she raised it to Sara's mouth.
Sara opened her mouth, accepting the food. Catherine placed the
delicate morsel on
Sara's tongue. She pulled her fingers out slowly, wishing she could
leave them in
Sara's mouth. As she pulled them out, Sara grabbed her wrist, holding
Catherine's
hand still so she could kiss Catherine's fingers.
Catherine's breath caught in her throat. She raised her burning gaze
from Sara's
mouth to her deep eyes.
Catherine's breath caught in her throat. In Sara's eyes she saw love.
Hope. Fear.
And her future.
Catherine leaned forward slowly and pressed her lips to Sara's gently,
letting the soft
press of her mouth tell Sara everything she had supressed for so long.
They broke apart a few minutes later, panting heavily, the food now
laying beside the
bed, forgotten.
Catherine swallowed the lump in her throat.
"I suppose now would be a good time to tell you how I feel, huh?"
Sara ducked her head, blushing. "Please...I've loved you for so long I
don't think I
can stand it any longer." Sara's head shot up, fear in her eyes as she
realized what
she had blurted out.
"Sara...it's ok." Catherine took a deep breath and laid her hand on
Sara's cheek,
smiling. "I love you. I almost blurted it out in the middle of our
scene."
"You fell in love with me during our scene?" Incredulity raised the
pitch of Sara's voice
an octave.
Catherine shook her head.
"I fell in love with you from the first time I met you, it seems."
Catherine blushed
slightly. "I never knew if I should tell you or not."
Sara stared at her in shock. "That long? And you never told me??!"
Catherine grinned. "Guess I should've, huh?"
"Well, yeah! Or at least told me you liked girls, that woulda been
enough!"
Catherine looked at Sara, shock lining her features.
"Sara, I used to work as an exotic dancer. You realize that a large
percentage of sex
workers are, at the very least, bi? The odds were greater that I was
straight!"
Sara blushed. "I guess I hadn't thought of that."
Catherine shook her head, "Crazy girl..." She looked at Sara, her
desire rising as
she gazed on her beauty. "C'mere..." Catherine pulled Sara into her
arms, throwing
her off balance. Before Sara could regain her senses, Catherine leaned
down and
kissed her thoroughly. Her tongue traced Sara's lips, eliciting a
moan.
"I love you, Sara." Catherine spoke against Sara's lips, brushing them
with every
word. Before Sara could respond, Catherine resumed her kissing,
effectively
sweeping away all thoughts from both their heads.
Catherine pressed her tongue into Sara's mouth, moving so she lay on
top of her.
Catherine didn't know why she felt so amorous towards her new lover
other than the
fact that she loved her and wanted very badly to make up for lost
time.
Catherine pressed againt Sara, grinding her dick into Sara. Sara broke
their kiss to
moan.
"Catherine...please..."
Catherine smiled at the plea in Sara's voice.
"I know, Sara. I'll give you what you need."
"Oh, yes! Please, Catherine..."
Catherine pulled the robe apart. She gazed lovingly down on her
lover's body. Sara's
nipples quickly hardened in the relative chill of the air. Sara
quickly turned coy as she
saw the desire spark in Catherine's eyes.
"Like it, Catherine?"
Catherine raised her gaze to Sara's. Sara gasped. She had never seen
such desire as
she saw bared in Catherine's eyes.
"I love you, and you're incredibly hot." Catherine swept down and
captured Sara's
nipple in her mouth.
Sara entwined her fingers in Catherine's hair, allowing a deep groan
to escape.
"Catherine...oh god...that feels so good...oh!" Catherine grinned
ferally at Sara's
response to her soft bite. Catherine held Sara's nipple between her
teeth and slowly
rolled her nipple between them. Sara opened her eyes, which she hadn't
realized she
had closed, and looked down at Catherine.
Catherine's burning gaze caused an immediate flood.
"Please, Catherine....I need you!"
Catherine released Sara's nipple and growled low in her throat.
"What do you need, Sara? Can you say it?"
Faced with the bare desire in Catherine's eyes, Sara found the courage
to voice her
desire.
"Please Catherine...please...I need your dick."
Catherine smiled and gave her lover exactly what she needed.
~ Finis ~
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