Venus In Furs

Title: Venus In Furs
Prompt: (twist, fix, corrupt, cover)
Disclaimer: None of the characters contained herein are mine.
Notes:This story was my response to the Doooom! fic-a-thon over on livejournal. It is also posted to the Geekfiction community. At the moment, neither of those postings are this revised and edited entry as yet. I’m lazy, but I’ll get there. Maybe.


I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears.

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
Strike dear mistress, and cure his heart.

- Venus In Furs, The Velvet Underground

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Grissom was dead beat as he placed his keys in their dish on his counter. Some days more than others he hated his job and not necessarily because of the evil he saw. More often than not it was the politics of those he worked with that destroyed his passion.
This time it was a high ranking politician with connections in high places, and his DNA all over a dead call girl. Witnesses had been scarce then silent and those high connections had become immoveable obstructions.
He hadn’t been home in over thirty incredibly frustrating hours and he couldn’t believe that he wasn’t in the throes of a stress induced migraine. The dead end had been hit, he‘d fought it, he got it, he was taking his night off.
Grissom padded his familiar route through the townhouse to his room, shedding his clothes as he went.
The bad guys could wait; all he wanted now was his bed.

The only reason he knew he was awake was because his eyes were open.

And this he knew because the blackness that filled his vision brushed his eyelashes and was warm and silk.
As sleepy awareness came back to him, he became aware of two things; the first, that his sheets still covered him with their comforting weight and heat; and second, that his wrists both bore an almost constraining weight. Wide across his skin and absorbing his own body heat they at once scared and thrilled him; cuffs. Half-conscious memories of her voice murmuring softly to him came back in pieces; her hands stroking his face, his hair, the liquid smooth material running across his eyelids and the bridge of his nose.

Something, a hand, touched his hair gently and he startled.

“You’re awake then.” A statement made, not a question asked. His lips were dry and his reply caught in his throat.

“Here.” Cool hands on his back helped him to a sitting position and then a finger ran over his lips as a glass was pressed to his mouth and cool liquid caressed his bottom lip as he bent his head to carefully drink.

“Are you ok?” Her voice was low and concerned and he knew instinctively the look her face must bear. Her hands were playing with his hair again and he silently admitted to himself how much he enjoyed her careful gentle touch on him.

“Just tired. Need to relax.”

“Go back to sleep then, it’s ok.”

And she was already helping him to lie back down, pulling the sheet up over his chest and smoothing them around his body as though for a child. He was drowsy and it felt good to just drift off like this, she was here and it was ok.


His second waking was disorientating, and left Grissom feeling as though he were hung from the ceiling. For one cruel moment he wondered if this was the revenge of someone his science had helped to put away even as his memory of waking previously returned to comfort him. He was face up in bed, his arms restrained above his head, to his headboard he presumed and the angle of it could have been awkward but the restraint was long enough that it was not. In the absence of something to anchor it, his sense of direction swung wildly; almost nauseating him. His wish for a point of reference was answered though, as his mattress dipped and she sat beside him, stroking his arm.

“Any longer and I was going to wake you myself.” Grissom could feel her reach over his body and slide a finger through the straps around his wrists. He could hear her smile. “You might have preferred that actually, I’m a firm believer in rising and shining.”

“Sara..” he tried for his best tone of authority but could tell even as he spoke the words that it was not effective.

“Nuh uh, Gil, this is not work and you are not the boss right now. And we both know you need to relax.” She ran her fingers over his mouth and stood, leaving him to immediately miss her warmth by his side.

”I’ve wrapped chain through your headboard, and clipped it to the D-rings on the cuffs. No worry about knots slipping that way.”
Sara’s words were matter of fact and Grissom appreciated that. He could hear her walking slowly across the room and approximated her location as being on the left side of the bottom of the bed. Then the click of a lock was audible, along with trays being moved. He guessed it was her kit, but almost immediately she was there.

“Not my work case, but it does hold some fun stuff.”

He was silent, but his mouth held a scowl. He guessed that Sara was looking at him because she laughed lightly and taunted him.

“Good lad, don’t make me gag you too.”

The rapid unexpected removal of his bed sheets shocked him with the sudden cold of his room and the bed dipped as Sara straddled his waist; her smooth skin burnt his where it touched and he could see her in his minds eye; above him, legs wide across his belly, back possessing a dominant arch and a smug smirk of superiority gracing her lips.

”I’ve always loved your hands, you know that?”

He could feel a tentative light touch running over his finger tips and the undersides of his arms. It was all too little and almost irritating.

”No I didn’t.”

“Mmm..” Her touch became more substantial, grasping and stroking his fingers. “Really? I thought it must be obvious, I must zone out staring at them sometimes. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have you touch me like you do evidence. To have you touch me...”

He felt her weight shift forward and a hot wet touch lap at the tips of his fingers. Instinctively he spread them out for her as she continued her oral exploration of his digits.

“If you let me out, you can find out Sara.”

She ignored him and moved down to lick his palm. “It’s true. Do you know how many nights I’ve had to change my panties because the sight of you and your damn hands has left me sopping?”

Grissom exhaled heavily as she moved again to nip along his fingertips.

“I’ll touch you anywhere you want.”

Her breasts were right in front of his face. He could feel them, the shifting softness against his chin and jaw, the scent of Sara, horny Sara even, filling his nose. In desperation he tried to push away his awareness of her nakedness.

“I’ll rub them all over your body Sara; fondle your breasts. I’ll sit you on my lap and use them to spread your ass while I fuck you deep.”

He could feel her move away and breath hit his face indicating that she was looking him dead in the blindfold.

“Nice offer bratling but I am sitting on your lap, and tonight, I’m fucking you.”

It seemed to him that Sara was intent on getting as much of her body in contact with his groin as possible, as she moved back in a leisurely slide that gave his cock a full body caress. And he hated her for it; hated that she had him bound. Hated that he wanted it, and hated that she knew it.

He felt her move herself over him to the side and the mattress shift as she stood. His lack of sight meant that he had to focus intently on his hearing to locate her and his sense of touch when she was in contact.

Yet another thing he hated.

Her fingers slunk back onto him, toying with the waistband of his boxer briefs. He didn’t normally wear shorts and now he found himself cursing them as she ran her hands along them, the feel of her fingers muffled by the constraining fabric as she played with the buttoned slit in the front yet never actually touching him.

Christ, she was a tease.

He thrust his hips up in an attempt to make her pressure substantial but she merely moved her hand away.

“Grissom, Grissom, Grissom.” Her voice was an amused coo. "I think you want me to touch you.”

“Since you have me chained to my bed, I’d suggest that what I want doesn’t factor very highly in this scenario at all Ms Sidle.”

She tutted a little..

“You are far too passive-aggressive Griss. It’s definitely one of your less attractive traits.”

He could hear the god-forsaken smirk in her voice.

“Still, since I know that what you really meant was ‘I’d like that very much please Sara’ I’ll go ahead and do it anyway.”

Around his boxer elastic her fingers curled, as she dragged the material far too slowly down his body her nails scratching gently in its wake and above their leather cages, his hands clenched in frustrated fists.

His cock was blushing red by the time it Sara allowed it to spring free of its cotton prison, and still only half erect and his shame at his level of arousal mixed with a defiance towards the situation.

Sara, however, seemed delighted, or at least that was what her reaction suggested. She gave a coo of delight and ran the nail of one finger up its length.

“Good boy Gil. And I have got a present for you.”
She pulled his boxers off the rest of the way with more speed than before and he could feel her turn away before climbing back over him. She pulled his heavy genitals up before sitting heavily on his closed thighs, one hand grasped the thick shaft of his penis.

“No carats I’m afraid, but I always think rings and rocks go together so well.” She slipped something heavy around his cock and smirked at his reaction as he thrashed violently beneath her in an attempt to free himself.

“Fuck Sara! That’s freezing!”

“Ice will do that. Maybe we should warm you up. Get some blood pumping.”

Her hands caressed his balls, and raked fingers through the coarse hair that spread out over his inner thighs, smoothed themselves over the sides of his hips. The ice of the cock-ring burnt against his skin, even as he knew that it wasn’t cold enough to cause damage but just enough to cause frustration. God he wanted her touch. The ring clamped itself into place against his throbbing cock but there wasn’t enough, it was all too little. Teasing and taunting but never offering relief.

“You ok down there Sweetheart? You look a little flustered.”

Bitch.

He growled low in his throat but she laughed at the lack of threat. “What’s up Gil, other than you? Or is this not doing it for you?”

Oh, she was cruel. But if he wouldn’t give up control, she’d make him. Too many nights spent rubbing the knots out of his big shoulders only for him to put them back there without even feeling the relief had taken the patience out of her.
Sara leant forward, running her hands up his stomach, over his chest and pinching sweetly at his nipples as she went. Splayed out over him she placed her lips over his even as she positioned her own wet heat to cover the length of him.

God it was sweet. All her lithe body there for him to feel if not touch. The frustration was hell. He wanted her, wanted her under him like a good girl, letting him touch her, letting him come in her.
Her lips were soft against his as he silently kissed her back letting her tongue in his mouth. Her presence was teasing though and no matter how he tried his body lacked the purchase to get the pressure he needed, on his lips, on his cock.

“Oh, you feel good lover. Maybe if you’re a good boy I’ll even let you in me.” Her hips rolled lazily to emphasise her words and she gave a little sigh. “I know I’d like that but I’m not so sure about you.”

Another roll of her hips.

“Would you like that?”

But he was done talking. She had him; he wasn’t going anywhere but damn, if he would guide her hand…

“You’re the Boss.”

“That’s all I wanted to hear.” Sara sat back suddenly, shifting his legs apart so she could sit between them, enjoying the view as his nipples puckered even more against the sudden cool on his torso.

She bent her head and blew cool against his erection, now red and angrily weeping. She lapped at the salty pre-come, smiling around his cock even if he couldn’t see it.
His head lolled back as his mouth gasped open silently. He loved this and she knew how he loved it; loved to watch her wrap her mouth around his thick prick, loved to hear the moans that escaped past her tongue and his cock.

He thrust up gently and her mouth left him with a broad stroke of her tongue, to be replaced by hands that stroked him gently.

“One day, I’m going to wrap your cock in silk and give you the slowest hand job ever.”
He couldn't see the sweetly reverent gaze she cast over him but he could hear it in her words. Could hear the daydream and though he couldn’t bring himself to reply, internally he filed it away for later.

Sara watched silently as his hips rolled in sympathetic response to her own rhythm, slowly thrusting in perfect time.
His bottom lip was caught by his teeth in an attempt to silence his groans, and she tightened her grip; shifting herself forward so that his hips were raised and resting on her folded legs.

Letting him let go.

It was an overly loud snap brought him back to himself as he struggled to place the noise.
It was all too familiar, that quick nightly meeting of flesh and latex, and as realisation filled him he shuddered in shame and want.

“No, Sara…” he trailed off as the first cool brush of her finger touched him there, cold and wet with lubricant. He exhaled loudly, almost a groan as his hips jerked wildly away from her teasing touch only to have her other hand grasp firmly his heavy erection.
Her hand spread down around him to lie flat across his groin pushing him back onto the mattress, he fought to close his legs to her gentle presses but from her seat between his thighs she was able to keep them apart easily.

"Naughty, naughty babe. We agreed. You need to relax."

He could feel her shift and panicked for a moment, wondering what, exactly, she was going to do but all thought stopped and his hips thrust hard as her wet hot mouth closed slowly around the throbbing plum head of his cock.
God, it was almost too much; the way she rolled her tongue around the sides and lapped at his dripping slit. She slowly teased the most sensitive ridge on his underside and a white hot spike of pleasure shot through him. He thought he would come right then, but as suddenly as it came, her mouth left him and her probing finger pushed into him; sensation shifting to throb lower in his groin.
He loved this. He'd never tell but she knew anyway, the low full groans being his confession as her finger found the sensitive bump of his prostate.

It was all he was now, all of his awareness concentrated beneath the skin she touched. Gil was gone and he was hers, a throbbing cock willing to walk into a fire if that’s what she demanded; willing to do anything, anything to have her let him come. He twisted hopelessly against his bonds, unable to choose between thrusting up into her hot grasp or down onto her latex covered finger that felt like it filled him.

It seemed as though every time she touched him her hand was removed a little more, each brush of her cool fingers became more and more like gossamer, until he was straining, bucking violently against his bonds. His voice, a sharp keening wail coming from the back of his throat added the soundtrack to his mindless violent jerks. Anything to make himself come.

And then her mouth was on him; all the way down. Tongue caressing, heat and sweet, sweet suckling. She added a second finger and he came. Hard.

Flailing, crying, he was done.

He was boneless, sated in a place between dreams and identity. His muscles ached and hummed in a liquid state. A thousand electric aftershocks still swarmed in his system and to be verbal was beyond his capabilities.
He sighed and let it flow.

Sara watched him carefully as he came back down, awareness returning along with his breathing patterns. She soothed him with long slow strokes along his body that spoke of care over carnality.
When his breathing returned to near normal she stretched over and opened the buckles on his cuffs and immediately he rolled into her embrace, burying his head in the curve of her shoulder.

“Feeling better?” She petted his hair, undoing the ties on the blindfold before returning to play with the soft curls at the base of his neck

“Much." His voice held an embarrassed, shy quality, but beyond that, pleased. ”I think I needed that.”

Sara laughed lightly and pulled the bed sheets back over them, curling around him.

“You never know what you need.”