A/N Thanks to Cincoflex for the inspiration and the advice. 

Chapter 5

Months Before

“Alfred Kinsey found that Asia had had a highest number of ancient images related to bounded.”

Grissom’s words played across Sara’s mind.  She pulled a long forgotten book from a half tapped box from sophomore Asian Studies course. 

She flipped through pages scanning text looking for something that would intrigue her, now something that would intrigue him.  It was all about him.  Capturing him.  His heart, his everything.

Later, when he would undo the bound rice paper, he smiled at the dainty calligraphy. He would not smile at the talent he did not know she possessed.

I, SS, hereinafter referred to as "Keiko"; agree to submit to Grissom, hereinafter referred to as "Otto". Keiko understands that her submission is voluntary and may include sexual submission, light bondage, and discipline subject to the terms and conditions set forth in this contract or verbally negotiated by Keiko and Otto over the course of their contractual relationship.

The Rights of the Submissive

Keiko has the right to privacy. She will not be required to exhibit her submissiveness unless she has given full and knowledgeable consent to Otto.

Keiko has the right to refuse to participate in any activity which she feels will cause her harm, jeopardize her safety or cause her emotional stress.

Keiko has the right to expect that the requirements of her Otto will take into consideration her lifestyle and her business situation and adjust to them accordingly.

Keiko has a right to cancel this contract at any time with a simple notification to Otto.

xxx

Sara sat on with her back against the headboard.  He sat with his back against the footboard. 

“Read it again.”  Sara said watching his eyes. 

“Domination is safe, sane, and consensual, liberating, and founded upon trust and respect, essential for some, a dalliance for others.  Play for some, a lifestyle for others.”

He read it again. She listened again crosses and uncrossing her toes nervously.   “I still don’t understand why you have no sections of the contract.”

He leveled her with a solid gaze.

She stared back.

“Do you trust me?” He asked.

She didn’t speak.  Her mouth twitched

“Do you?” 

“Implicitly.” She said just above a whisper. 

“Why would I need to write anything down when you say those words out loud?”

Sara blushed.  “Does that make me weak?  That I have to have the words on paper?”

He touched one bare foot with his fingertips, catching her heel and inched his fingers up under the frayed hem of her jeans.  “No, dearest Keiko.  It makes you so much more than that.”

“Would you feel better if I wrote something down? Rather if you wrote something down for me?”

She looked at him from heavy lids.  She licked bare lips and looked down. 

“Whatever you want.”

God she’s already doing it.  Playing him.  Pulling him closer with the arch of an eyebrow, the turn of a phrase.   She looked back up and smiled at him, a subtle, gentle smile. He leaned against the headboard.  His head resting between two ornate curves of the metal. 

“You like to know what to expect.”

Sara gave him her geisha look again.  This time she bit her lip. 

“Part of it is not knowing what to expect.”  He said softly as he ran a forefinger along her foot.

She giggled a response.  “I would feel better if you would do this for me.”

Dark eyes found his.  He tried to look away.  His control of the situation was already slipping.

Whatever she wanted.

xxx

Sara looked at the words Grissom had written down for her to transfer to the rice paper.  It was simple.  Brilliant.  It was Grissom.

I, GG, hereafter known as Otto promise Keiko that I will be knowledgeable with regard to the Dominant/submissive lifestyle.  I will ensure her safety and well-being while participating in any physical activity and I will care for Keiko in the way she deserves.

After she was done Sara picked up the phone and dialed his number.  “You never told me what Otto means.”  Sara said trying to purge the German pronunciation from her mind in order to replace it with the Japanese one.

Gil’s voice did not betray him.  The lie drifted from his mouth and went through the wires and satellites that connected them.  It was the first time he lied to her.  He hoped it would be his last.

xxx

The envelope was heavy and thick.  Sara pulled it from where it was jammed in-between the door and it’s frame. Once she had made herself a breakfast of raisin bran, fruit and green tea she settled in her bed with the tray to begin her after shift ritual of opening her mail, eating and listening to music.  She opened the thick envelope first thinking it was a note from one of her neighbors.  Mrs. Wang traveled a great deal and usually left Sara a key to her mailbox and apartment. 

The writing wasn’t Mrs. Wang’s.  She inhaled his familiar scent and pulled out two sheets of paper.  The first was handwritten.

Addendum to contract:

Neither Otto nor Keiko will engage in sexual activity with other persons during the duration of the contract. 

The other page surprised Sara and made her smile.  Under Grissom’s name and other personal information were a list of medical tests and the subsequent results.  It was dated three days before. The team did blood work quarterly and had physicals biannually.   She noted the borderline blood pressure and cholesterol, though they seemed to have dropped since the physical exam six months before.  Her eyes fell to the sexually transmitted disease section.  Chlamydia, Syphilis, Herpes and HIV. All negative.  She grinned as she thought of Supervisor Grissom reading the entire teams results the year before.  Had this promoted his sudden bid for monogamy or had it been part of his plan from the beginning?  Did he want her all to himself because she was free from disease or because he couldn’t bear another man touching her?  Truth was she didn’t care.  Once she had him close to her he couldn’t help but love her the way she loved him.  She would win him over.  Love conquered all right? 

A monogamous sexual relationship with Grissom.   Nice. 

xxx

The room was dim and filled the candles.  Mostly they were lavender scented, a few rose, a few jasmine.  The fragrance was heady but did not overpower.  Perfect.  Sara looked at Gil’s face.  She wanted to bury her hands in the soft whiskers that surrounded his mouth.  She couldn’t do that yet.  She could do nothing but stand in the middle of his large bedroom waiting for instructions. 

“I will never speak to you harshly but when we are Keiko and Otto you must do what I ask.  You cannot question me Dearest.”

Finally he spoke.  “Take of your clothes please.”  Sara had expected it but it still made her nervous.  She wasn’t used to so much intense focus.  So much attention being paid to her, no lover or boyfriend had ever positioned Sara at the center of their universe.

She nodded and pulled her simple sun dress over her head.  She had worn it because it was easy.  She heard him inhale deeply.  She draped the dress over a nearby chair and fought the urge to fold her hands across her chest.

“Come here.”  He said softly.

She walked to where he sat on the bed, her long bony feet made no sound as they walked across thick expensive rugs. 

The first touch nearly buckled her knees and she applauded her poker skills.  He hands were so big.  She had always known they were large and muscled but now as he palmed each cheek of her ass she was aware of how much of a man Gil Grissom was.  She looked down at him, wanting to bury her own hands in his hair, not sure what initiative she was allowed to take.

“You are lovely.”  He continued to stroke the soft white flesh knowing that now was not the time to get himself excited.  Now was not the time.  Later he could explore every bit of his Keiko. She was his he reminded himself.

Sara remained mute not sure how to respond.   It was strange, all this.  Finally being in Grissom’s bedroom, surrounded by carefully chosen candles and heavy oak furniture that looked just right for him.  She wore her best underwear, a dainty demi cup bra that barely covered her nipples with the matching bikini that revealed a little of both cheeks.  It all seemed cheap now.  This room. This man.  These surroundings.  She felt like a girl playing dress up.  She was a girl playing dress up.

“Are you going to say anything Dearest?”  He chided softly.

“What do you want me to say?”

He smiled and ran one hand in between the black material and Sara’s naked ass.  He made sounds in his throat.  A peach colored blush stained her cheeks.

“Take off your bra.”

Sara was grateful that the garment clasped in the front.  She didn’t want to appear awkward or clumsy while trying to wrestle with something that fastened in the back.  She undid the hidden hook and the garment fell to the floor.

Grissom filled his eyes with his Sara.  He had always wondered about his consuming attraction to Sara.  She was thinner than the women in his past.  He had always liked a curvier frame.  Now he saw she was exactly perfect for him.  Each cheek of her ass fit perfectly in his hands.  He could just about encircle her waist with his large paws.

His clear eyes found Sara’s breasts.  He had long dreamed about them.  Obsessed over them.  Nearly touched them when they had been out too late and he had drunk too much.  His mouth began to salivate as her nipples became erect under his gaze.  They didn’t rise to some impossible heights. They did what breasts were supposed to do.  They jiggled and bounced and had dropped some with age.  He resisted the urge to take them into his mouth.  There would be time for that later.  Later he would lay her bare and explore every perfect inch of her.

He motioned for her to turn around, halting her movements and taking in the smooth skin of her back.

“Oh S….Keiko.  You are exquisite.”

She heard movement behind her and soft rustling sounds. 

“Close your eyes, Dearest.”

He slipped one arm into something soft and cool.  He repeated the movement with the other arm telling her to relax while he did so.  He came to stand in front of her where he pulled something around her waist and secured it.

“Open your eyes Dearest.”

He was leaning against one wall taking in her long frame.  Sara looked down and found that she wore a red kimono hand painted with silver and gold butterflies.

“Go look at yourself in the mirror.”  He instructed and nodded towards the full length mirror that stood on one corner.  Sara fought the urge to rush.  Sara looked at herself.  Is this what less than thirty minutes of intimacy with Gil Grissom did to her?

The creature was Sara Sidle.  More of Sara than any other time in her life.  She was confident and poised and pretty.  Not exotic or beautiful, just pretty.   Sweet, glowing pretty.  She had never been pretty.  Attractive, yes.  Striking, certainly.  But pretty was new and different.  She liked it.  She practiced a demure Keiko smile in the mirror. 

He came up behind her smiling and slipping one arm around her waist.  She closed her eyes and pressed her back.  Prickly whiskers burned her cheek as he kissed her earlobe, pulling at it hard with his teeth. Sara longed to turn around and to kiss him full on.  She could not do that just yet.  She had not been given her instructions.

He whispered his first request in her ear.