Release from Pain

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Lady Heather sat in the passenger seat and watched Gill drive. He had been silent when he came out of the CSI lab. Whatever had happened between him and that other woman had not put Gill in a good frame of mind. Gill Grissom was truly and honorable man. the sense she got from both of them was that they were in a relationship that was shaky at best. He seemed to be content and she was the one dedicated. If Heather wished to talk to him she would have to choose her words carefully. The way he sat spoke volumes of shame and guilt.

"I suppose you want to know why." Gill said and took the left that led to the Dominion.

"Only if you wish to tell me." Heather replied.

"Then I have nothing to tell because I don't know what made me do that." Gill replied and that was the end of their conversation. He parked outside of the Dominion and just sat there like she had seen him do three years before. She reached her hand out and ran her fingers down the side of his face making him turn to look at her. It wasn't her intention to kiss him again but he was leaning over to her and before she knew it their lips were touching in the sweetest kiss she had ever known. It wasn't in her to know tenderness, but with Gill it seemed to be there.

"I want to be dominated by you." Gill whispered when he pulled back from her.

"what?" Heather replied. In his own right Gill was a Dominant.

"Please take my will away for one night and my control should you deem it." There was something in his eyes that made Heather nod in consent. Leading him into the house and up to her private rooms Heather indulged him.


Grissom had allowed her to remove his shirt and bind his hands with a leather strap. What was to come next truly surprised him. He was tied to one of the sconces near the fire place. For her to tie him there she had t stand on her toes. It was high enough that his arms were raised above his head. She made sure that his back was to her so he couldn't see what was to come and that made it all the more exciting for him. It was then that he felt the cool leather touch his bare back.

"You will only speak to tell me when it hurts. Is that understood?" Heather said but her usual fire wasn't behind the words.

"Yes Lady Heather." To her Gill sounded resigned to the pain he wanted from her. It wasn't like earlier that morning when he had found her in the dessert. Biting her bottom lip Heather brought the crop down hard over his back. He arched his back and gasped. She repeated the action several times but still he wouldn't say anything. Not a scream or cry of pain; only Gill leaning his head back and the look of relief in his eyes. It was as if the pain she gave him brought him back into himself. Heather had to stop. As much as she was thrilled at his pain she couldn't cause it anymore.

"Harder." Gill growled and craned his neck to look at her. "I want it harder."

Heather turned to him and saw the ugly red welts on his back combined with the scratch marks she had given him. Then she realized what he was doing.

"I told you not to speak unless it was for pain. You've disobeyed." Heather replied and regained some of her balance. Bringing the crop down harder on his back Heather was rewarded with a cry of pain. she fisted her hand in his hair and pulled his head back so he could see her eyes. The fire was there again and she was back to being who she was: Lady Heather. She rewarded his insolence with a few more blows. Releasing his hands Grissom fell to his knees and waited for his next instruction.

She stood over him and looked down. His back was marred with angry red welts and he didn't complain from the pain. He would be bruised tomorrow.

"I want you to stand and strip.... slowly." Heather added the last word as a purr.

Grissom rose and removed his shoes first. Then his belt was unhooked so he could remove his pants. Heather watched with bated breath as Gill did what she told him. She had to lick her lips at the sight of his hard cock jutting out. Pain was always a great motivator for sex where Heather was concerned. It seemed as Gill shared the same taste.

"I want you to come to me." Heather said from her place on the edge of her bed. With out being told to Grissom crawled to her on his hands and knees. When he got to her he kissed her bare feet; taking time with each feather light kiss. He then laid his head in her lap like a pet. Heather ran her fingers through his hair. with out being told Gill kissed her denim clad legs all the way up to the button and zipper. Using his teeth Grissom pulled the button free and did the same with her zipper. Then he stopped. Heather looked at him and then smiled.

"You may use your hands." Heather said and lifted her hips so he could pull her jeans and underwear off. He then continued to trail light kisses up and over her leg to her thigh and then to her center. Gill gave her one long lick that had Heather gasping. Gentle nips and licks had Heather lying back against the newly made bed while Grissom feasted. Suddenly he stopped.

"Does that please you Lady Heather?"

"Yes." It came out breathy because she wanted him to continue. Heather sat up and pulled him closer to that her mouth could claim his. With out any thought to the marks on his back Heather trailed her hands down his back so she should could feel the damage she had caused. It seemed that the pain only served to spur him on. Gill was cradled between her legs and he was seeking entrance. He had started to slide into her when his cell phone rang. For a split second they froze. Grissom knew that he was not about to leave the warmth of Heather to take a call about death.

Grissom levered himself up on his hands and pushed himself all the way in. Heather rose up of the bed to lock her arms around his neck and pull him back towards her body. He took the opportunity to change the position. Having himself on the edge of the bed and her in the dominant position because that was what he wanted. She pushed him down into the mattress so that the whip marks rubbed against the silk comforter causing a mixture of pleasure and pain. Heather made no move to kiss him again instead she rode him hard and fast. Bringing them higher and higher to fulfillment Heather added a little more pain. Racking her nails down his chest Gill dug his fingers into her hips. She could feel herself getting closer and to completion.

"This is how I wanted it." Gill breathed out and sat up to rest his head against her chest while he matched her thrust for thrust.

"Yes." Heather moaned and felt the muscles low in her body tighten around his still hard member.

"I want you to come with me." Heather groaned and she held onto Gill as she spilled over into pleasure. As her orgasm took her over it pulled Grissom along for the ride and he was emptying himself inside her.

They were still panting when a knocking sounded at Heathers door. She couldn't help but laugh. "Why is it that people want my attention when I have you buried inside me?" She asked as she climbed off him to grab her discarded jeans and going to the door.

Gill took the opportunity to climb under the covers and catch his breath. He had never had this feeling with Sara and he was beginning to realize that the way Lady Heather saw her world was sort of the same way he saw his now. If he had asked Sara to do something like this should have wondered if he was serious and then make some sort of judgment about it. He had never been this passionate about Sara like he was about Heather.

She was right; Heather had committed the one unforgivable act he could think of. She knew him like no other person would and that scared him more than anything. Right now it didn't scare him as much as it would have a while ago.

"Gill?" Heather's voice floated through his thinking and he looked at her.

"Yeah."

"Brass and Catherine are here."

"Back to the land of death and bugs."

"It would seem so."

"May I come back after my shift?" Grissom asked lowering his eyes in the submissive way.

Heather hooked her fingers under his chin and made him look at her, "You're welcome anytime you want to come here." She smiled and watched as he collected his clothes and left. Heather curled up and drifted into sleep thinking about when she would see Grissom again.