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Useless, absolutely fucking useless.
They had nothing. What kind of detective can be investigating a case for 6 bloody weeks and have nothing. Women were being attacked in the night, beaten black and blue for what seemed like fun. No clear pattern, women of all ages, races and even sexualities.
Standing at a hospital bedside taking statements and telling victims it seemed like the wrong place, wrong time was like a kick to the gut. Out and about minding your own business, thinking you were safe for someone to violently attack you for absolutely no reason other than they wanted to, it made Lisa sick.
She felt like she was chasing her own tail and it didn't help that Weatherfield's Jolly Green Giant seemed less than arsed about the lack of progress, claiming he had better things to spend his time on than a fruitless case.
Brilliant, Lisa. Another Friday night special, zero arrests and a head full of guilt, top detective me. Should give myself a medal for services to chasing my own arse. The thought was bitter, but at least it had a bit of bite. She couldn't bring this mess home though. Not properly. Carla had the factory, the endless drama, and a wife who was supposed to be the steady one. Dumping six weeks of nowt on her felt selfish.
The rain was hammering down as she let herself into No.6. The familiar warmth hit her straight away; low lights, the telly murmuring and that expensive Jo Malone candle Carla loved and justified as a necessary purchase. She hung her jacket like it was on parade, squared her shoulders, and tried to shove the DS back in the box.
Carla was on the couch, legs curled up underneath her, pillow in her lap and a glass of red in one hand. She looked soft and gorgeous in that black jumper that Lisa loved peeling her out of. The second Lisa stepped into the room, Carla’'s head tilted and those sharp eyes narrowed.
“Alright, love?” Carla asked, her voice low and knowing. She muted the telly. “You look like you've been dragged through a hedge backwards.”
“Im fine,” Lisa said automatically, heading straight for their drinks stash in the kitchen. Whiskey was the poison of choice, just a small one. Something to take the sting off before she had to pretend she wasn't falling apart. Don't burden her. Don't be the wife who brings the job home like a wet dog.
But Carla was already up and moving, silent on her bare feet. She came up behind Lisa and slid her arms around her waist, pulling her back against the warmth of her chest. Exactly the right pressure that Carla had learned through their time together, not too tight, not too soft, just secure.
“You’re not fine, darling,” Carla murmured against her ear, “I can see it all over you. Shoulders up round your ears, jaw like it’s wired shut. That case is still eating you alive, in’t it?”
Lisa's hand tightened around the bottle. “It’s nothing I can't handle. I just… I don't want to dump it all on you, Carla. You've had enough on your plate without me coming home whinging about how I'm proper useless at my job.” Her voice cracked on the last bit. There it is. Well done, Sergeant. Real strong.
Carla turned her round gently but firmly, taking the glass out of Lisa's hand and setting it down. She cupped Lisa's face with both hands, thumbs stroking her cheeks like she was something precious.
“Oi, now you listen to me, Lisa Connor-Swain.” Carla's voice was soft but steady, full of that fierce love that always caught Lisa off guard. “You are not useless. Not even a bit. You've been out there everyday, standing at them hospital beds, holding it together for women who’re scared half to death. That takes guts, love, real guts.”
Lisa felt her cheeks flush hot. She tried to drop her gaze but Carla's fingers under her chin brought it back up. Her heart thumped hard. God, she hated – loved – how quickly a few kind words from Carla could unravel her.
Carla noticed, of course. She always did. A slow, knowing little smile tugged at her mouth. She'd spottied it ages ago – the way Lisa went pink and couldn't hold eye contact when she was properly praised. They'd never sat down and talked about it, but Carla had been collecting those reactions like little treasures, using them quietly to make her wife melt.
“There you go,” Carla said, voice dropping to that husky tone. “Look at you, blushing already. My strong, brilliant girl… still trying to carry the whole bloody world so you don't ‘burden’ me.” She leaned in and pressed a slow kiss to Lisa's burning cheek. “You daft sod. Don't you know by now that I love carrying you?”
Lisa let out a shaky breath, half laugh, half something fragile. “I just feel like I should be better. Six weeks and we’ve got sweet fuck all to show for it. Women keep getting hurt and I'm the one who's supposed to stop it. How can I come home to you – to this – and still not be enough?”
Carla's eyes went soft and fierce all at once. She pulled Lisa in tight, one hand stroking up and down her back, the other tangled in her pony tail. “You are more than enough. You've been my rock through every mess we've had. You chose me when half the street thought you'd lost your mind. You love me even when I'm a nightmare.” Carla's voice caught with real emotions. “So let me love you back, yeah? Properly, no masks or walls tonight.”
Lisa pressed her face into Carla's neck, breathing her in. The scent of her perfume, the steady thump of her heart – it cracked something open. “How do you always know exactly what I'm thinking? It's bloody annoying that.”
Carla's chuckle was low and fond. "Because I know you, sweetheart. I know you organise your coat hooks when your head’s a mess. I know you clench your jaw when you're swallowing down guilt. I know that little shiver you do when I tell you you're good.” She pulled back just enough to meet Lisa's eyes again. “And right now I know you need me to take the weight. You don't have to ask, I've got you.”
Lisa's cheeks were properly scarlet now. She couldn't hold Carla's gaze for more than a second before looking away, heat pooling low in her stomach. The praise, the certainty in Carla's voice – it was doing things to her. Always had.
Carla noticed the reaction and her smile turned a shade darker, pleased. “Thats it,” she whispered, thumb brushing Lisa's lower lip. “My good girl. Letting me see you like this. Fuck, you’re beautful when you stop fighting it.”
Lisa made a small, helpless sound and leaned harder into her wife. The last of her tight edges of control were slipping and for once she wasn't scrambling to put them back up.
Carla kissed her temple, then her flushed cheeks, holding her close. “You’ve been strong for everyone else all week, love. Tonight you get to be mine. Just mine. And I'm gonna remind you exactly how good you are… until you feel it in your bones.”
Carla didn't wait for an answer. She cupped the back of Lisa's neck and pulled her into a deep and hungry kiss, the kind that said she'd been thinking about this all evening. Lisa melted into it instantly, a soft moan escaping against Carla's mouth. God she kisses me like she owns me. Maybe she does.
Carla backed her up step by step until Lisa's lower back hit the kitchen counter. The edge pressed in enough to ground her as Carla's body slotted against hers like two pieces of a puzzle. Made for each other.
Their mouths moved together, tongues sliding, breaths getting shorter as Carla's hands roamed down Lisa's sides, over her hips, squeezing her arse through her work trousers with open appreciation.
“A’ve been thinking about you all day,” Carla murmured between kisses, voice husky. “My clever, gorgeous wife coming home, wound so tight, Let me unwind you, yeah?”
Lisa's cheeks burned again. She tried to look away but Carla chased the kiss, not letting her hide. Another flush of heat rolled through her at the praise, thighs pressing together instinctively. Carla felt it and smiled at the slight tremble from her wife's bottom lip.
“That's it, love. Feel how much I want you.”
Hands explored over clothes as Carla slid under the hem of Lisa's shirt to stroke the warm skin at her waist, Lisa's fingers digging into Carla's jumper, pulling her closer. The kiss turned filthier, wetter, more urgent.. Lisa was already starting to ache, her head spinning from the contrast between the long, shitty day and Carla's mouth on hers.
Without breaking the kiss, Carla gripped Lisa's thighs and lifted. Lisa let out a surprised laugh into her mouth – bloody hell, she's stronger than she looks – as her arse landed on the cold counter. Carla stepped in between her spread legs, hands still supporting her, and kissed her even harder. The new height made everything more intense. Lisa wrapped her legs loosely around Carla's hips, heels digging into the back of her thighs as her back arched into her wife's lustful embrace.
Carla pulled back just enough to trail her mouth along Lisa's jaw, then down to the collar of her shirt. Her fingers made quick work of the top few buttons, parting the fabric so she could mouth at the warm skin of Lisa's neck and collarbone with open mouthed kisses, a hint of teeth, then a soothing tongue over the red marks. Lisa's head tipped back with a shaky exhale, one hand threading through Carla's hair.
“Fuck… Carla…”
“Oh, baby, you're melting already,” Carla whispered against her throat, voice smug and full of affection. “Look at you. So good for me.” She sucked lightly at the spot that always made Lisa weak, feeling the way her wife shivered. Another rush of heat flooded Lisa's cheeks and chest. She still couldn't hold eye contact, eyes fluttering shut instead as another wave of want hit her.
She knows exactly what she's doing. One little “good for me” and I'm done. Pathetic. Brilliant.
Carla kissed back up to her mouth, slow and wet, then rested their foreheads together. Her hands stayed on Lisa's waist, thumbs stroking soothing circles over bare skin.
“I’ve got you, Lisa,” she said softly. “All of you. The tired copper, the amazing mum, the woman who thinks she has to carry everything alone. I've got every bit.” She kissed her once more, gentler this time. “And I'm gonna take care of you tonight.”
Lisa nodded, her throat tight with too many feelings. The trust, the want, the relief of finally letting go all crashed over her at once. When Carla stepped back from between her legs and held out her hand, palm up, Lisa took it without hesitation. Their fingers laced together perfectly, wedding rings clicking.
Carla helped her down from the counter, then pulled her close for one more deep kiss in the middle of the kitchen. “Bedroom,” she murmured against Lisa's lips. “I want you comfortable so I can take my time with you.”
Lisa let herself be led upstairs, her hand in Carla’s the whole way. Her legs felt unsteady, her body humming with anticipation. By the time they reached their bedroom Lisa was breathing hard and ready to give her wife everything.
Carla closed the door behind them, then turned around and guided Lisa toward the bed with slow, deliberate steps. Her eyes were dark, full of love and burning with heat.
“Still with me, sweetheart?” she asked, fingers already working on more of Lisa's shirt buttons.
“Yeah,” Lisa breathed, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen. “Don’t stop.”
Carla's smile was slow and wicked.“Wasn't planning on it. You're going to be such a good girl for me tonight, in’t ya?”
The words hit Lisa like a spark straight to her core. Her cheeks flushed deeper, eyes fluttering as she nodded, unable to hold Carla's gaze for long. They undressed each other with familiar hunger but new tenderness. Carla peeled Lisa's shirt off slowly, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin, whispering how beautiful she was, how strong her shoulders were from carrying everyone else's weight.
Lisa returned the favour, hands exploring Carla's curves with reverence. The soft swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the strong thighs that always made Lisa weak. They knew each other's bodies so well; every scar, every beauty mark, every conveniently placed freckle, every sensitive spot that made the other gasp or moan.
When they were both finally rid of clothes, skin warm against skin, Carla pulled back slightly and looked at her wife with dark, adoring eyes.
“Go on, love. Lay back at the top of the bed for me.”
Lisa's heart hammered as she obeyed, scooting up the mattress. Carla went to the bedside drawer and pulled out a length of soft black silk rope – the set they'd bought months ago on a tipsy, giggling night, talking about trying something new but never quite getting round to it. Lisa's breath caught audibly, her eyes widening.
Carla climbed onto the bed and straddled her, knees on either side of Lisa's hips. The slick heat of Carla's arousal rubbed directly against Lisa's stomach as she settled her weight. Lisa almost lost it right there – a broken sound escaping her as her hands flew up to grip Carla's hips, fingers digging in.
“None of that,” Carla said firmly, catching Lisa's wrists and pressing them back against the mattress. “I’ve got you tonight, remember? You don't have to do a thing except feel. Trust me?”
Lisa nodded quickly. “Yeah. I trust you. Always.”
Carla smiled, soft and proud. “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl for me.” She leaned down and kissed her deeply, then reached for the rope.
She worked with surprising confidence, looping the soft silk around Lisa’s wrists and binding each one to the top corners of the bed frame. Lisa watched in shock and awe as Carla tested each tie, making sure nothing pinched but that they held firm. Once she was sure, she kissed each restrained wrist tenderly, lips lingering.
Lisa's breath was ragged. “How…?”
Carla grinned, that trademark smirk flashing. “Been waiting to do this to you for ages. Might’ve practised a few knots on me own when you were on late shifts. Wanted to make it perfect for you.”
Something bright and overwhelming bloomed in Lisa's chest, the love sharper and hotter than ever. God, I fall more in love with her every single day. This woman – my wife – practising in secret just to make me feel good. The passion burned brighter, her body responding with another rush of wetness between her thighs.
Carla leaned down and kissed her now bound wife, biting her bottom lip and sucking in it gently as she pulled away. Lisa chased the kiss desperately, body arching up as much as the rope allowed, already missing the contact when Carla climbed off her.
Her eyes followed Carla as she went back to the drawer and pulled out a second set of silky rope. Lisa tilted her head, curiosity mixing with growing realisation. When Carla moved to the bottom of the bed with a knowing smile and reached for her left ankle, Lisa inhaled sharply.
Carla paused immediately, rope in hand, checking in. “Alright, love?”
Lisa nodded keenly, her voice husky. “Yeah. Please.”
Internally it hit her like a wave. She was going to be completely helpless. No control at all. The relief that washed though her body was almost dizzying – no more thinking, no more responsibility, just Carla's hands and voice and love. It was soothing. Terrifying. She felt like she might explode if Carla didn’t touch her soon.
Carla repeated the careful process, securing each ankle to the bottom corners of the bed until Lisa was spread wide open. Completely exposed. She placed soft, reverent kisses on each ankle as she finished.
She sat back on her heels for a long moment, drinking in the sight of her wife, completely open and helpless on their bed. The soft black silk ropes looked stunning against Lisa's pale skin. Lisa's chest rose and fell quickly, cheeks flushed deep pink, nipples tight, and her cunt visibly wet and glistening under the low bedroom light.
“Fuck me, Lisa…” Carla breathed, eyes dark with hunger and awe. “Look at you. All tied up and spread open for me. So beautiful. So perfect. My strong, gorgeous wife, letting me have every inch of her.” She ran her hands slowly up Lisa's calves, then her thighs, stopping just short of where Lisa needed her most. “You’ve got no idea what you look like right now. Flushed and wet and trembling, mhmm… all mine. Such a good girl trusting me like this. I'm so proud of you, love.”
Lisa whimpered at the praise, tugging slightly at the wrist ropes. The flush spread down her neck and chest.
Carla moved forward, swinging one leg over Lisa's right thigh and straddling it firmly. The slick, scalding heat of her own soaked cunt pressed down against the firm muscle of Lisa's thigh. She braced herself down and claimed her mouth in a deep, devouring kiss.
Their tongues met instantly, dancing slow and messy – sliding, curling, tasting every centimetre of space allowed. Wet sounds of pleasure filled the room as the kiss grew messier and more desperate. Carla moaned into Lisa's mouth when she started grinding slowly on her thigh, dragging her clit along the skin and leaving a shiny trail of her arousal behind. Lisa moaned right back, the vibration passing between them.
Carla's free hand snaked between their bodies, fingertips tracing Lisa's collarbone with feather light touches, raising fresh goose bumps then cupping the soft weight of one breast. She played with the nipple, rolling it between her fingers, pinching it gently, then harder until it stood in a tight, aching peak. Lisa arched hard into the touch, a needy sound escaping against Carla lips.
“You’re so responsive, baby,” Carla husked hotly between kisses, grinding a little faster on Lisa's thigh. “Every single touch makes you shiver. Every kiss, every pinch… look at these goose bumps all over you. You react so perfectly for me. My sensitive, responsive girl. I could play with you for hours.”
Lisa's hips twitched uselessly, trying to get friction where she needed her wife most. The praise was melting her brain. She knows exactly what she does to me. She knows I go weak every time she tells me I'm good. Fuck, I love her.
Carla kissed her way down Lisa's body with deliberate, worshipping intent. She lingered under her wife's ear – that devastating spot she'd discovered early in their relationship – sucking and nipping until Lisa's breath hitched into a broken moan and fresh bumps erupted down her arms.
She continued her rain of kisses down her neck before dropping to her chest, taking one tight nipple into her hot mouth, swirling her tongue around the peak before grazing it with her teeth. Lisa jerked against the ropes.
Moving to the soft swell just beneath her breast, Carla sucked hard, pulling the skin into her mouth and leaving a dark, possessive mark. She soothed over it immediately with slow, tender licks and kisses. “Mine,” she whispered against the bruise. “All fucking mine.”
She continued lower, licking a slow, wet line down the centre of Lisa's stomach until she reached her little silver belly button piercing. Carla flicked it playfully with her tongue, grinning at the way Lisa's stomach tensed and another helpless moan escaped her pretty lips.
Then, catching her completely off guard, Carla shifted down and dragged her tongue across Lisa's thigh, licking up every trace of her own arousal from the skin she'd been grinding on. She moaned deeply at the taste, eyes fluttering shut for a second.
“Mmmm, I taste so good on you.”
Lisa was moving restlessly beneath her now – hips rolling as much as the ankle binds allowed, thighs trembling, wrists tugging at the silk. Carla played her like a finely tuned instrument; every kiss, every graze of the teeth or fingertips pulling new gasps, shivers and whimpers from her wife.
Carla kissed her way up the sensitive insides of Lisa's widely spread thighs, taking her time. The closer she got, the stronger the scent of Lisa's arousal became – rich, musky and utterly intoxicating. Carla inhaled deeply, almost groaning. She loved the smell. It was purely Lisa, raw and intimately her. It drove her prey drive wild, making her want to devour her wife completely.
She peppered open mouthed kisses to the tender, quivering flesh of Lisa's inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her dripping centre. Lisa was panting, her body straining off the mattress towards her.
Finally Carla looked up the length of Lisa's bound, spread body. Her eyes were dark, completely consumed with lust and fierce love. Lisa's head was tilted back in pure pleasure, blonde hair splayed across the pillows, her lips parted.
“Eyes on me, darling,” Carla said, voice low and full of commanding warmth. “The whole time… I want you watching while I take care of this pretty, needy pussy. Keep those beautiful eyes on me.”
Carla held Lisa's gaze as she lowered her mouth. She started slow and reverent, pressing soft, open mouthed kisses along Lisa's slick folds, tasting her, breathing her in. The rich, intimate scent and flavour of her wife made Carla moan deeply against her centre, sending vibrations through them both.
“You taste so good, baby” Carla murmured full of adoration. “So warm and sweet and wet for me. I could stay here for hours just worshipping you.”
Lisa’s breath hitched, her wrists tugging lightly at the silk ropes as Carla's tongue traced through her folds in long, slow licks, exploring every inch, parting her gently, savouring her. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet bedroom, mixing with Lisa's soft, broken gasps and the tired strain of the ropes. Carla’s tongue dipped inside her, fucking shallowly, curling to taste deeper. Lisa moaned louder, hips trying to roll but with little relief as she was held open by the ankle binds.
Carla pulled back just enough to look up again, lips glistening. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear you. You're doing so beautifully. My perfect wife letting me have all of you like this. I love how open you are for me right now.”
She dove back in, more focused this time. Her tongue circled Lisa's swollen clit with slow, deliberate strokes, before flattening and licking through her folds. Lisa’s thighs trembled against the bed as she began to lose her breath. The pleasure built steadily in deep, rolling waves that made her feel completely unravelled and utterly cherished at the same time.
Carla's eyes met Lisa's again as the tension coiled tighter in her stomach. Carla kept the rhythm steady on her clit, sucking gently. Lisa was losing herself, eyes starting to flutter and roll back slightly as she got dangerously close.
“Look at me,” Carla commanded softly against her soaked centre, the words vibrating deliciously. “Dont look away. I want to see you when you come for me.”
Lisa forced her eyes back open, locking onto Carla's gaze as she watched her from below, not breaking line of sight. Carla's mouth never stopped working, her tongue flicking and circling her clit with perfect pressure while she held that devastating eye contact.
The orgasm crashed over Lisa suddenly, her whole body tensed against the ropes, a long, throaty moan tearing from her as pleasure flooded every nerve. Carla kept her eyes locked on Lisa the entire time, never breaking contact, tongue working her through every pulse and shudder. She slowed gradually as the peak faded, turning firm licks into soft, soothing ones that drew out the aftershocks until Lisa was trembling and whimpering.
Carla finally pulled back with a satisfied grin, lips and chin glistening with Lisa’s release. She kissed her way back up Lisa's body slowly, worshipful presses of her mouth all over the marks she'd left, the trembling stomach, the flustered chest, until she reached her wife's face. A light sheen of sweat glistened on Lisa's brow. Carla brushed a damp strand of hair back tenderly, then met her lips with her own.
Their tongues met, sharing Lisa's taste between them. Carla poured everything into it; her entire world was splayed out beneath her, pliant and wrecked from what she’d done to her. Her heart almost exploded at the sight of her, at the way she’d turned to putty in her hands. There was nowhere else in the world she’d rather be than right here, pressed to the woman she knew she was going to spend the rest of her life worshipping.
When they finally parted for air, Carla rested her forehead on Lisa’s, one hand gently cupping Lisa's cheek.
“How do you feel, my love?” She asked, full of warmth and care. “Talk to me.”
Lisa was still catching her breath, body buzzing and feeling loose in the ropes. She felt raw, totally exposed, incredibly loved… and nowhere near done. “Carla… I need more, please, I–”
Carla silenced her gently with another kiss, then pulled back with a knowing, confident smile. She placed a finger lightly over Lisa's lips.
“Shh, I've got you, remember?” She murmured, eyes sparkling with love and that edge of control she had when her eyes darkened. “You don't need to tell me what you need tonight. I already know. And I'm going to give it to you. All of it. Just let me take care of you, Lisa.”
Carla captured Lisa's mouth in one last, unhurried kiss, tongues sliding warm and slow before she eased away. The mattress shifted as she stood. Bare feet padded across the floor to the bedside drawer. Lisa heard the quiet slide of wood, then the soft rustle of whatever Carla was searching for. When the cool fabric brushed her cheek, her lips parted in silent realisation.
A blindfold.
A beautiful red silk tie that Carla worked with gentle confidence, tying it securely but not tightly at the back of her head. Darkness swallowed the room completely. Every other sense sharpened in an instant – her own heartbeat loud in her ears, the faint creak of the bed springs, the warmth of Carla's body heat still lingering nearby. She became acutely aware of how exposed she was, how wet and aching, how she was completely at her wife's mercy. No sight means no warning. The thought sent a fresh pulse of heat through her core.
“Lift your head a little, love,” Carla murmured.
Lisa obeyed. The silk settled perfectly. A moment later, warm lips pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, just above the red silk. Carla's breath ghosted over her ear next.
“I love you, Lisa." she whispered, her voice low and thick with feeling. “More than anything. Tonight I'm going to show you exactly how much.”
The words sank deep. Lisa gasped softly, the heightened sensation making them feel like a caress across her skin. The bed dipped and then lightened as Carla moved away. Footsteps crossed the room again. Lisa rolled her ankles experimentally when she felt the silk ropes loosen and set free. Soft kisses followed immediately, brushing over the faint marks left behind, followed by gentle fingertips tracing the sensitive skin.
She kept her legs parted but otherwise still, waiting. The blindfold made every choice feel heavier. She wanted – needed – to be exactly what Carla desired.
Across the room, Carla opened the wardrobe. The quiet clink of buckles filled the air as she stepped into the leather harness, sliding it up her legs and securing it snugly around her hips. She attached the smooth length, then gathered a small bottle of lube and a bullet vibrator. Turning back towards the bed, she paused.
The sight of her wife hit her hard – blindfolded and waiting, wrists still bound above her head, beautiful blonde hair splayed across the pillows, chest rising and falling with quick, anticipatory breathes, nipples peaked, thighs slightly parted and fucking wet. Carla's heart swelled with fierce affection and raw want.
This woman. My wife.
She approached the bed with slow, deliberate steps. The new length moved with her. For a long moment she simply stood there, savouring the view.
“Have you missed this?” Carla teased. “Missed feeling me deep inside you?”
A small, breathless smile curved Lisa's lips, “Yeah… God, yes.”
Carla climbed onto the mattress, the bed dipping under her weight. “I’m going to take such good care of you tonight,” she promised softly. “But if it ever feels like too much, you tell me straight away, alright?”
Lisa let out a shaky, needy breath as she nodded. "I love you.”
Carla leaned down and kissed Lisa once more, all slow and deep, then shifted down the bed. She gently guided Lisa's legs, bending them at the knees and letting her feet rest flat on the mattress. Her palms smoothed up the delicate, sensitive skin of Lisa's inner thighs, savouring the warmth and the way the muscles jumped under her touch. She pressed a tender kiss to the inside of one knee, then the other.
Even without sight, Lisa could feel Carla's gaze on her – heavy, adoring, hungry. Carla drank in the sight of her wife's glistening lips, slick and flushed with need. She would never tire of this view, of knowing she could reduce her strong, composed detective to this level of desperate want. It affected her just as deeply; Carla could feel her own arousal coating her thighs beneath the harness.
She reached for the small bottle of lube, warming a generous amount between her hands before stroking it slowly over the length of it. She didn't think Lisa needed it – her wife was soaked – but comfort always came first. Carla would never risk hurting her, especially not like this.
She wiped her hands on the duvet, then took the strap in hand and ran the smooth head through Lisa's folds. The reaction was immediate. Lisa's breath caught sharply, her whole body jolting at the unexpected sensation. A surprised gasp escaped her, she hadn't realised Carla had put the harness on.
“Carla…” Lisa breathed, voice thick with shock and want. The realisation that her wife was about to fuck her while she was blindfolded and tied sent another rush of wetness dripping between her thighs.
Carla groaned low at the sound, her own hips twitching. They always set each other off so easily. “Thats it, love. Feel me.”
She slid the head up and down Lisa's slick centre a few more times, teasing, coating the length. Lisa's hips rolled instinctively, chasing the contact as Carla savoured every small movement, every frustrated little twitch.
Then she lined herself up and pressed the tip inside.
The moan Lisa let out was pure heaven – low, broken and utterly unguarded. It was Carla's favourite sound in the world. She nearly lost her own composure, thighs clenching as fresh wetness slicked the harness straps. She eased forward slowly, inch by inch, watching the thick length disappear into her wife's tight hole. Lisa welcomed her in beautifully, walls fluttering and gripping around the strap as if trying to pull her deeper.
When Carla finally bottomed out, hips flush against Lisa's, she paused to let her adjust. She braced her hands on either side of Lisa's head and leaned over her, their bodies pressed close. Then she began to roll her hips in a steady, deep rhythm.
Lisa's mouth fell open, unrestrained moans spilling out with every thrust. The blindfold made everything more intense – every drag of the strap inside her, every brush of Carla's breasts on hers, every shift of weight felt overwhelming. She was loud, unfiltered, letting go completely in a way she rarely allowed herself.
“Youre taking me so well,” Carla praised, voice warm and breathless as she rocked into her. “Look at you, so full of me and still opening up beautifully. My perfect wife.”
Lisa moaned Carla's name like a prayer, legs coming up to wrap around her hips, heels digging in and locking her closer. Even with her wrists bound, she demanded more, pulling Carla deeper with every roll of her own hips. The praise, the fullness, the complete lack of control – it all blended into something exquisite. Her senses were on fire; the slick sounds of their bodies moving together, Carla's warm breath against her neck, the faint strain of the ropes, the wet sound of lisa taking every inch given.
Carla kept the pace steady and deep, grinding on every inward thrust, making sure Lisa felt every inch. She was completely lost in her wife – the way Lisa clenched around her, the broken sounds she made, the trust involved with being so utterly open and vulnerable.
Carla leaned down, capturing Lisa's mouth in a deep, consuming kiss as she continued to thrust steadily into her. Their lips moved together with heated urgency – tongues sliding, tasting, claiming. Every roll of Carla's hips pushed the strap deeper, each moan Lisa let out vibrated straight through the kiss. Carla sucked on Lisa's bottom lip before tilting her head to trail hot, open mouthed kisses along her jaw.
She latched onto the side of Lisa's neck, sucking hard enough to leave another mark - a problem for later - then moved higher to the sensitive spot just under her ear. She nibbled gently, then soothed over it with her tongue.
“I want to make you come so badly,” Carla whispered hotly against her ear, voice rough with need. “I want to feel you falling apart around me.”
Lisa knew Carla could sense she needed more. Carla felt it too – the way Lisa's body was begging for that extra edge – but for a few more moments she simply savoured the tight, wet heat gripping the strap and the broken sounds spilling from her wife's lips.
Then Carla reached for one of the pillows beside them. She lifted Lisa's hips with one strong arm and slid the pillow underneath, tilting her pelvis. The new angle was merciless. The strap sank even deeper on the next thrust, pressing firmly against that perfect spot inside her. Lisa's mouth fell open in a silent cry, every nerve lighting up at once. She wanted to scream.
Carla felt the shift immediately and began driving into her with long, powerful strokes, hitting that spot with ruinous accuracy on every thrust of her hips. She braced herself on one arm and wrapped her other hand around Lisa's throat firmly, applying just enough pressure to make Lisa feel owned and safe all at once.
“Thats it,” Carla moaned breathlessly as she set the rhythm she knew would push her wife over the edge. “Let go for me.”
Lisa was loud now, unrestrained moans and gasps filling the room. “Fuck, Carla… oh my God, Carla–”
“Whose are you, sweetheart?” Carla asked as she kept that perfect, relentless pace.
“I’m yours,” Lisa cried out, her voice breaking. “All yours, Carla – fuck–”
Her orgasm was rushing up fast, unstoppable. Carla kept fucking her through the building waves, hand steady on her throat, eyes locked on her wife’s blindfolded face even though Lisa couldn’t see her. She worked her steadily, not slowing down, ready to ride every pulse and aftershock with her.
The rhythm Carla set pushed Lisa right over the edge.
Lisa came hard, back arching as much as her bound wrists allowed, a loud broken cry of Carla tearing from her throat. Her walls clenched rhythmically around the strap, gripping it tightly with every pulse. Carla groaned at the feeling, her hips stuttering for a moment as she felt the increased resistance pull against her, thrusting her through it, working her wife through every wave and shudder. She didn't stop when the peak began to fade either – she slowed into long, steady strokes that drew out the aftershocks until Lisa was trembling and gasping beneath her.
Even as Lisa started to come down, floating in that hazy, blissful space, Carla kept moving inside her with those same slow, tender rolls of her hips. The pillow under Lisa's lower back kept the angle perfect.
“You make me feel so good,” Lisa managed breathily, although a little shaky. “Carla… fuck, you always make me feel so good.”
Carla leaned down and kissed her deeply, tongues sliding warm and slow, tasting the mix of pleasure and sweat still lingering on Lisa's lips. All the while she remained buried deep inside her. When she pulled back, she rested their foreheads together.
“I want to make you come again,” she whispered, full of raw want and devotion. “I’m not quite done with you yet.”
Lisa let out a soft, exhausted sound. “I…I don't know if I can, Carla.”
Carla smiled against her skin, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. “I’ve got you, baby. Just let me take care of you.”
She sat back on her heels, still buried deep inside Lisa, and checked the pillow was still in the right position. Then she resumed the slow, rolling movements of her hips – tender and steady, given her recent orgasm, keeping her full without overwhelming her. Carla reached for the small bullet vibrator on the bed, switched it on, and the low, buzzing hum filled the room.
Lisa's body reacted instantly to the sound – a full body shiver, her breath catching sharply. Even after everything, the anticipation made her clench around the strap again.
Carla's smirk was soft but wicked. In her mind, this was everything she'd wanted; to strip away every burden Lisa carried, to give her the kind of love that left no room for doubt or responsibility. Pure, overwhelming love – the kind only she could give her wife.
She moved the buzzing vibrator closer. Just as it was about to make contact, Lisa breathed out a shaky stop.
Carla halted immediately, a flicker of concern crossing her face. She pulled the vibrator back, turning it off straight away. “Too much? Did I push you too far?” She asked with a slight tremor in her voice.
Lisa shook her head quickly, “No… I want to watch. Please, I need to see you.”
Carla's heart did something complicated – a rush of warmth and fierce protectiveness burned through her veins. She was supposed to be in control tonight, but she could never deny her wife anything when she asked like that. Especially not this.
Without a word, Carla stilled her hips and leaned over Lisa. She reached round her head with one hand and untied the blindfold in a single, easy motion. The silk slipped away.
Light and sight rushed back in. Lisa blinked, eyes recalibrating on the sight in front of her. Of Carla's tanned skin glowing with the light sheen of sweat, toned body moving with confident grace, the black leather harness strapped securely around her hips, the length of the strap still buried deep inside her. Carla's dark hair was messy, strands falling across her face, and her eyes were blown wide and black with desire.
“Fuck,” Lisa moaned at the sight, the word slipping out, raw and reverent.
Carla looked almost feral – powerful, protective and completely focused on her. Lisa's emerald eyes drank her in with pure love and awe.
Their eyes finally locked properly for the first time since the blindfold had gone on. A loving, intimate smile spread across both their faces at the same moment.
“Hi, baby,” Carla cooed softly, voice warm and full of everything she felt for her wife.
Fuck, I love this woman more than life itself.
Lisa's voice came out breathless. “Hi… God, look at you.”
Their eyes stayed locked as Carla began to roll her hips again, slow and deep. Lisa watched, mesmerised, as the slick length disappeared inside her over and over. Her lower lip disappearing between her teeth at the sight – the visual combined with the fullness was almost too much.
Carla picked up the bullet vibrator again. Before switching it on, she leaned down slightly and spat directly onto Lisa's swollen clit. Lisa's breath hitched sharply at the filthy, intimate act – Carla had never done that before, and the heat of it sent a visceral jolt through her. Carla used her fingers to spread the wetness in slow, deliberate circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves, never breaking eye contact.
Then she turned the vibrator on.
The low buzz filled the room again as Carla pressed it firmly against Lisa's clit, applying steady, perfect pressure. The double sensation hit Lisa like a wave – the thick strap sliding deep inside her with every push of Carla's hips, paired with the intense, relentless vibration on her clit, She felt impossibly full, completely surrounded by Carla. Her mind narrowed to nothing but her wife: Carla’s love, Carla's body, Carla's strap, Carla's steady control. Everything else melted away. Only she remained.
Lisa shuffled up the bed slightly, not to escape but to reach, twisting her wrists in the ropes so she could grasp the silk between her hands. She needed something to hold onto as the pleasure built to an overwhelming peak.
“You’re doing so well for me,” Carla praised, her voice warm and steady even as her own breathing grew ragged. "That's my good girl. Just let it build, love. Keep going for me.”
Lisa was completely lost now. Her head tipped back, eyes rolling as the orgasm crashed over her, all-consuming. A rush of wet heat flooded out around the strap as she let herself go, soaking Carla's hips and the sheets beneath them. Her whole body shook with the intensity, loud moans of Carla's name spilling freely from her lips.
The combination of Lisa's pulsing grip around the strap, the vibrations travelling though the strap from the vibrator and the sight of her wife coming so beautifully sent Carla over the edge along with her. She came hard, hips stuttering as the base of the strap pressed rhythmically against her own clit. A low, throaty groan escaped her as pleasure surged through her body.
Carla collapsed forward, catching herself on her forearms so she didn't crush Lisa, but letting her chest press against her wife’s as they rode out the shared aftershocks together. Their hearts hammered against each other, skin slick with sweat, breaths mingling.
When the waves finally eased, Carla turned off the vibrator with a shaky hand and tossed it aside. She buried her face in Lisa's chest and let out a breathless laugh, warm and full of pure affection. Lisa joined her, the sound soft and giddy, their laughter mingling as they cling to each other in the messy, beautiful aftermath.
For a long minute, the only sounds in the room were heavy breathing and the occasional soft sigh as they floated back down to earth together. Carla stayed draped over Lisa, their bodies pressed close, heartbeats gradually slowing.
Eventually, Carla pushed herself up on shaky arms. She looked down at her wife with soft, adoring eyes and slowly withdrew the strap. It slid out with a wet pop, followed up by another small rush of Lisa's release. Lisa watched the whole thing without a trace of embarrassment just open, trusting affection.
Carla unbuckled the harness, letting it and the length drop onto the floor to be dealt with later. She crawled back up between Lisa's legs and gave her breasts some gentle attention, sucking one sensitive nipple into her mouth. Lisa moaned softly but her voice came out hoarse.
“Carla… I absolutely cannot go again. I'm done, love. You've killed me off.”
Carla released the nipple with a soft pop and smiled against her skin. She kissed her way down the soft curve of Lisa's tummy. “I know, baby, I just want to clean you up. You've been such a messy girl for me tonight.”
Lisa let out a surprised gasp, half laugh, half arousal. “Mrs Connor-Swain, you are absolutely insatiable.”
Carla looked up with a wicked but loving grin. “Well, Mrs Connor-Swain, I always will be for you. And you better not forget that.”
She continued lower, pressing kisses along the curve of Lisa's hips, and the small tuft of blonde hair on her mound. Then she licked slowly and tenderly through Lisa's soaked and swollen folds, taking in every drop. There was no intent to build her up again – just soothing, loving care, a gentle reassurance with every stroke of her tongue.
Lisa couldn't help but let out little whimpers as the soothing sensation of Carla between her legs but she needed to hold her, to have her close. “Come ‘ere.”
Carla placed one last gentle kiss to Lisa's clit before moving up her body. She straddled Lisa's waist for a moment then reached up to loosen the silk ropes that bound her wife. As each hand was freed, Lisa immediately brought them down to rest on Carla's hips, fingers stroking warm skin.
Carla's face flickered with concern when she saw the red angry marks left on Lisa's wrist. Lisa noticed it instantly. She cupped Carla's face with both hands, thumbs crushing her cheeks,
“I’m okay,” Lisa said softly. “I’m not hurt. That was…amazing, Carla. Really.”
Carla's expression softened with relief. She took both of Lisa's wrists gently in her hands and kissed each one with slow, apologetic presses of her lips – heavy with love and quiet sorry.
Lisa smiled and tugged her down.
Carla let herself be pulled forward until she was lying fully on top of her wife. They tangled together easily – limbs wrapping, bodies fitting together like jigsaw pieces. Carla tucked her head into the crook of Lisa's neck, one hand curling gently round the ends of Lisa's hair. Lisa's hand moved in slow, soothing circles on Carla's back, tracing the line of her spine.
Lisa looked down at the woman curled against her – strong, confident Carla Connor-Swain, her wife, who had just taken complete control and unravelled her so beautifully, now soft and pliant in her arms. Lisa's chest tightened with overwhelming affection.
God, I love this woman so much.
The thought opened the floodgates in her mind. Carla had seen her the second she walked through the door tonight – exhausted, carrying the weight of her endless case - and knew exactly what she needed without Lisa having to say a single word. She always did. Carla had always been so attentive, so caring. She gave her space when she needed to think or calm down, but she was never far away. Whether it was a small bad day or something that felt world-ending. Carla was her person.
Lisa hadn't known what real love could feel like until the universe pulled Carla into her orbit and refused to let them spin apart. Not for its lack of trying. They'd been through hell together – kidney transplants, siblings with firearms, exes who couldn't stay gone, the fear of losing each other and somehow they were still here. This was her forever. She really had this. She had her.
She didn't even realise she was crying until she felt Carla's warm palm cup her cheek, a thumb gently wiping away the tears that had slipped free.
“Whats wrong, darlin’?” Carla asked softly, voice full of concern. She shifted slightly so she could look at Lisa properly, their bodies still wrapped tightly together as she tilted Lisa's face towards her, “Talk to me, love.”
“I just…” Lisa's voice cracked. She swallowed and tried again, eyes shining as she looked at the love of her life. “I came home feeling like I was failing everyone. I felt useless. That case… it was eating me alive, all that pressure. But you, my beautiful, darling wife… you saw me the second I walked in. You knew what I needed without me having to ask. You always do.”
Carla's expression softened with so much love, it made Lisa's chest ache. She brushed a strand of hair from Lisa's face and pressed a slow kiss to her forehead.
“Youre not useless, love,” Carla whispered. “Youre the strongest person I know. You carry so much every single day, and you still come home to me. That's not failing. That's you being you.”
Lisa nodded as more tears fell, but these were a release. “I don't even think about work right now. It's just…gone. Because I've got you. With you, I know I can get through anything. We've fought through hell to get here, and I'm never letting you go. This is us. Forever. Messy jobs, hard days, quiet nights… all of it. Together.”
Lisa smiled through the tears, reaching out to hold Carla's cheek. “I love you, so much.”
“I love you too,” Carla murmured, pressing one last soft kiss to her wife's lips. “Always.”
The building doubt in Lisa's mind was totally wiped clean, replaced by the unwavering love and devotion of her woman. In this moment, there was only them and the quiet certainty that no matter what tomorrow brought, she wouldn't face it alone.