Chapter 5
Chapter five
That night as Jane is trying to fall asleep in her bed, she can’t stop thinking about Petra, and what they had been doing earlier. She feels a little bad about leaving Petra high and dry. Well, not really that dry, Jane thinks. So Jane decides to do what she does best. Write one of her sexy letters.
Jane sits down at her computer, turns it on and starts writing.
“Hey,” I say. You look up from your desk, and you see me. I am standing in the door to your office, wearing a long jacket. I close the door behind me, and start taking my jacket off. You discover that underneath it, I am almost naked. Your breath hitches in your throat, as I start making my way closer to you.
“Hey,” you whisper, not able to get any sounds out of your mouth. I reach your chair and bend down. “Surprise,” I whisper in your ear, my hot breath tickling your skin. Then I kiss you. I kiss you hard, not bothering to ask for permission before my tongue enters your mouth. You moan loudly and I pull your lower lip between my teeth, biting down.
I pull you up from your chair, and you wrap your arms around me. I slowly start unbuttoning your shirt while placing hot, wet kissing on your neck before sucking gently on your pulse point. I suck harder, marking you mine. When your shirt is off, I swipe my arms across your desk, clearing it up so I can throw you on it. You land on your back, and I slowly climb on top. I lick my way up your stomach, and as your back arches, I reach around and unclasp your bra. Your breasts pop out, and I stare hungrily at them.
My face moves down, and I take one of your nipples in my mouth. You moan loudly, and my hand moves to massage your other breast. I suck hard, swirling my tongue around you nipple, over you nipple, flicking it with my tongue before gently biting down. I move to the other breast and repeat my actions. You feel a warmth spread in your lower abdomen as I work my tongue on your chest. You need me.
“Please, I-“ you groan.
I remove my mouth from your breast and you whimper at the loss of contact.
“You what?” I ask with a smirk.
“I need you,” you whisper. I decide to tease you a little bit.
“Oh, do you now? And what do you need me to do? Where do you need me?” I whisper seductively in your ear, before nibbling at your earlobe. I’m driving you crazy, and you can hardly speak.
“I need you- down- oh god,” you moan as I bite down on your pulse point, reddening the mark I’ve already left there.
“Mhm? Down where, Petra?” I drag out your name.
“I need you to touch me. I need you to fuck me,” you finally say, and that is all I needed.
I start kissing my way down your body, swirling my tongue around your belly button. When I reach the hem of your panties, I look up. Your eyes are closed, your skin is flushed and you are breathing heavily. I move my head up to yours again.
“Are you wet for me, Petra?” I whisper in your ear. You nod.
“How wet?” I ask slowly, and you moan.
“Dripping,” you say, and I smirk before moving down between your legs.
I yank your panties off, and you yelp. You spread your legs expectantly, and I can finally see your glistening center.
“Mm, you’re beautiful,” I whisper, before slowly running a finger up your folds. You gasp at the contact, and when my finger circles your clit, you let out a small whimper.
“Please,” you say. I love it when you’re begging me to touch you. I remove my finger and lower my head. You can feel my breath on your wet core, and your breath picks up in anticipation.
And then, without warning, I shove two fingers deep inside of you, and you cry out.
“Oh god!” you moan. I start moving my fingers in and out, slowly at first. My lips then connect with your clit, and your back arches high. I give your clit a soft kiss, before sucking it into my mouth and you groan.
“Yes! Oh god, faster!” you say, and I pick up speed with my fingers, curling them a little with each thrust. You’re panting, and I can feel you coming closer to the edge. I want to drag it out, though. To torture you a little. So I remove my fingers.
“No,” you whimper quietly. “Don’t stop.”
My tongue moves down to your entrance, and I slowly stick it in.
“You taste so good baby,” I murmur against you, and the vibrations of my voice makes you moan.
I thrust my tongue in and out of you as far as I can. I tongue-fuck you hard, and my index finger moves up to toy with your clit.
“Oh god, Jane,” you pant. “Yes, keep going, oooooh my god, fuck me!” you yell, getting closer and closer to the edge. My mouth and fingers switch places, and I flick my tongue vigorously against your clit, adding pressure and sucking hard on it, biting down and then slowly licking it.
I love eating you out.
My fingers pick up their pace, sliding in and out of your wet pussy.
“Yes! Oh god, fuck fuck fuck!” you yell. You’re almost there.
“Come for me baby,” I whisper against your clit before sucking on it hard. With one final curl of my fingers, you come undone as you scream my name.
“FUCK JANE! FUUUUUUUCK!” you scream, and I keep licking you, lapping up all the juices flowing out of you, and I moan against you. When you come down from your high, I place one final, soft kiss against you, before moving up to your face. I kiss you passionately, and you can taste yourself on my lips. We both moan into the kiss, before I stand up. I put my coat back on, and walk over to the door.
“See you later,” I say seductively and wink at you before leaving. You are still laying naked on your desk.
When Jane finishes the letter, she leans back in her chair. She takes a deep breath, trying to get her heartrate back to normal. Wow, Jane thinks. I think this is my best one yet.
Jane prints out the letter, puts it in an envelope, and goes to bed.
Xx
The next day Jane walks into the Marbella. She knows Petra is working in her office alone, so she makes her way up. When she gets to Petra’s office, she knocks on the door, quickly slides the letter under it, and hurries away.
Petra looks up from her desk when she hears the knock. She walks over and opens the door, but there is no one there. Then she notices the envelope on the floor. She picks it up, and on the front, it says ‘read this in private’. Petra looks around confused, but closes the door and locks it. She is a little nervous, thinking it might be blackmail or something. She sits in her chair, and opens the letter.
Petra starts reading, and when she realizes what it’s about, her eyes widen. Holy shit, she thinks. She keeps reading, her face getting redder.
“My face moves down, and I take one of your nipples in my mouth.”
Petra keeps reading, her breathing picking up a little. This is from Jane.
“I need you to touch me. I need you to fuck me.”
Petra feels heat spread through her body, and she gets a little dizzy.
“Come for me baby,” I whisper against your clit before sucking on it hard. With one final curl of my fingers, you come undone as you scream my name.
Petra finishes the letter, and squirms in her seat. She feels a little bit of wetness between her legs, and is it suddenly getting very hot in here?
She decides she can’t work anymore, so she goes back to her suite to take a shower. A very cold shower.
Xx
Later that day, Jane is standing outside of Petra’s door. She knocks softly before entering, and sees Petra sitting out on the balcony. Jane walks out to join her.
“Hey,” she says softly. Petra looks up at her.
“I was wondering when you’d show up,” she says with a glint in her eye.
“You got my letter?” Jane asks as she sits down next to Petra.
“Oh, I got it,” Petra says, chuckling slightly. Jane looks at her expectantly.
“Did you like it?”
Petra leans in close, so she can whisper in Jane’s ear.
“I liked it very much. I had to take a really cold shower after. I’m glad I didn’t bump into anyone on my way from the office to my room, my face was so flushed,” Petra chuckles a bit.
Jane looks triumphant. She leans in and kisses Petra soundly. “I’m glad you liked it.”
Xx
A week has passed, and Jane and Petra are still going strong. However, they are both growing a little sexually frustrated. One evening Jane is sitting on her bed with her computer. She had just gotten home from Petra’s, where another hot and heavy make-out session had taken place. All Jane had wanted to do was take Petra right then and there. Abstinence had never proven harder for her.
Xiomara walks in, seeing Jane’s frustrated look.
“Hey honey, what’s wrong?” she asks, and sits down next to Jane. Jane walks up and closes the door, so Alba won’t hear anything. She still doesn’t know about Jane’s relationship with Petra.
“Ma… Can I ask you something?” Jane says hesitantly.
“Sure,” Xiomara says, and pats the spot next to her on the bed.
Jane sits down and fidgets nervously with the bedsheet.
“It’s just, uhm… I’m having trouble figuring out the rules of this abstinence thing when it’s between two women. I mean, with a man it’s obvious. And I never had sex with Michael or Rafael, but we did do… other stuff. I just don’t know which rules apply with Petra.”
Xiomara laughs. “Sounds like someone is a little frustrated, huh?” she playfully nudges Jane’s shoulder.
“Yes! I just… Damn, it’s hard. I mean, have you seen Petra? She is soooo sexy,” Jane sighs, and Xiomara places her hand on Jane’s shoulder.
“I know it’s hard honey. I tried it for a while with your dad, remember?” Xiomara winks and Jane laughs.
“Yeah, that did not go very well,” she chuckles.
“Jane, which part of ‘waiting till marriage’ is important to you? Is it the ‘not seeing each other naked’? Or ‘nothing goes inside of me?’” Xiomara asks. Jane blushes a little.
“Okay, this conversation is weird, maybe I shouldn’t have asked you…” she says.
“No, of course you should ask me, it’s what I’m here for!” Xiomara protests. “Who better to turn to for sex advice than your mother?” she smirks. Jane let’s out a little laugh.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s just, even though I did some stuff with Michael and Rafael, I’ve never… I’ve never had an orgasm,” Jane loudly whispers.
“But you’ve given them one?” Xiomara asks seriously, not looking like this conversation is making her the least bit uncomfortable.
“Yes…” Jane says uncomfortably.
Xiomara claps her hands together. “Well, then there you go! As long as you’re sticking to your abstinence, you just take care of Petra.”
Jane thinks about it, before nodding her head. “Wow, this was so weird. Let’s not talk about my sex life anytime soon, I need to mentally heal.”
Xiomara laughs, before pulling Jane in for a hug. “I’m just glad I could help, honey.”
Xx
Petra is taking a bath in her tub. She had a rough day at work, desperately trying to book a huge party at the Marbella. As she is laying in her tub relaxing, she hears a sound from her kitchen. Thinking it’s Jane, she grabs her robe and exits the bathroom.
“Hello?” she calls, but no one answers.
Hmm, that’s weird, Petra thinks. And then she sees them.
Yellow tulips. On her kitchen counter.
Petra starts panicking. Last time she had seen Milos was when she rejected him and he stormed out yelling, “You will regret this, Natalia!”
Petra sees a little card beside the flowers, and picks it up.
I’m back.
She throws out the card and flowers, and hurriedly gets dressed. She makes her way to her office, but as she rounds the corner, she sees him. Ivan.
On the floor. Blood everywhere. A nail file stuck in his eye and a knife stuck in his chest.
Petra screams and runs back to her suite. She grabs her phone and dials Jane’s number.
“Hey baby,” Jane answers happily. But when she hears Petra’s fast, shallow breaths she grows concerned.
“Petra, what’s wrong?”
Petra tries to get her breathing to even out, so she can get words out of her mouth.
“Ivan- He’s- Oh God Jane there is blood everywhere- A knife- Tulips- I don’t know what to do,” Petra’s voice is shaking, and Jane barely understands what she is saying. She understands enough though, because she jumps off her bed and asks, “Petra, where are you? I’ll come as fast as I can”
“My room,” Petra says quietly, still in shock, but tears slowly forming in her eyes.
“I’ll be right there baby, don’t worry,” Jane says before hanging up. She grabs her keys, runs through the kitchen yelling “Ma, watch Mateo for me please!” and then she is out the door.
While she is driving to the Marbella, Jane calls Michael. He picks up immediately.
“Hey Jane,” he says.
“Michael, you need to come to the Marbella right away. I think someone’s been murdered.”
“What? Jane, where are you?”
Jane sighs, “I’m in my car on my way there, please just hurry!” and then she hangs up before pulling into the parking lot.
As soon as she is out the door of her car, she runs through the lobby to the elevator. She passes Rafael on the way.
“Hey Ja- wow. What’s happening? Jane?” he asks, and follows her. He just misses the elevator she’s in, so he presses the button vigorously.
When Jane gets to Petra’s floor, she hurries to her suite. The office is further down and around a corner, so Jane doesn’t see Ivan.
When she enters the suite, she finds Petra crying on the couch. Jane rushes over to her and pulls her into her arms.
“Hey, shh. It’s okay, everything’s gonna be okay,” she whispers softly in Petra’s ear while she cries. While Jane is waiting for Petra to calm down, her phone rings.
“Michael,” Jane says. Petra looks up at Jane with a questioning stare.
“Jane, I’m in the lobby. Where are you?” he asks. He sounds a little out of breath, and Jane can hear Susanna in the background.
“Petra’s floor,” Jane says before hanging up.
“You called Michael?” Petra asks.
“He’s a cop, and you said something about blood and a knife. I had to call. Now, what happened?” Jane asks softly.
Petra sucks in a deep, shaky breath. “I was taking a bath when I heard a sound from the kitchen. I thought it was you, but no one was there. Then I saw yellow tulips on the counter,” Petra holds in a sob. Jane’s eyes widens.
“Milos,” she says quietly, and Petra nods.
“I got scared so I rushed to my office, but I found Ivan on the floor in a pool of blood. There’s a knife in his chest and a nail file in his eye. I… Jane, I think it’s my nail file.”
“Oh my god,” Jane whispers.
Michael walks through the door, quickly followed by Rafael.
“What happened?” Rafael asks.
No one answers him; instead, Michael walks over and stands in front of the women.
“Petra, we need you to come down to the station,” he says coolly. Jane shoots him a ‘be nice’ glare, before turning to Petra.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to come with?” she asks softly, and Petra nods.
“We’ll need you too, Jane” Michael says more softly this time. Jane stands and helps Petra up. They walk together to the police car, and Rafael just stares after them.
Xx
On their way to the car, Jane and Petra get a lot of weird stares. No doubt, since Petra’s face is tear streaked, and she is leaning on Jane as they walk. The news of the murder has also spread quickly between the employees, and Jane catches a glimpse of Lina.
“What happened?” Lina mouths to Jane, looking concerned.
Jane just shakes her head mouthing, “later,” as she helps Petra into the car.
When they arrive at the station, Petra is quickly swept away into an interrogation room, and Jane sits outside waiting.
After about half an hour, Petra walks out. She has a cup of coffee in her hands and a blanket thrown over her. She looks almost numb, staring out into the air. Jane jumps out of her chair and rushes to Petra.
“How are you doing? Were they nice to you in there?” Jane asks.
Petra sighs, and looks at Jane with scared eyes.
“They think I might have done it. They know it’s my nail file, they know I’m connected to Ivan, and with my mother’s history it’s not looking good. Jane, I swear I didn’t do it,” Petra shakes.
Jane shushes Petra, and pulls her in for a hug. “I know baby,” she whispers in her ear, careful that no one overhears. “I’m gonna go talk to them now, okay?” she says rubbing Petra’s arm. Petra nods.
“Are you gonna go back to the hotel?” Jane asks.
“I think I’ll wait here for you, if that’s okay.”
“Of course,” Jane says, and gives Petra a soft smile. “I’ll be back soon.”
Michael comes out of the room and calls for Jane, and she joins him and Susanna.
“So, Jane. Tell me what happened.” Susanna says, looking at her notepad.
“Well, I was at home when I got a call from Petra,” Jane starts, and then explains everything that had happened in the last hour or so. When she is done explaining, Michael looks at her.
“And what is your connection to Petra?” he asks. Why would he need to know that? Jane thinks, but answers the question nonetheless.
“We’re friends,” she says matter-of-factly.
“Have you noticed anything different in her behavior lately?” he presses on.
“No, she’s been acting completely normal,” Jane answers. Michael scoffs a little.
“What?” she asks, looking at him skeptically.
“I’ve just never known Petra to ‘act normal’. She’s definitely not a normal person.”
Jane glares at him. “Well, maybe that’s a good thing,” she says defiantly.
“Or maybe it’s not,” Michael challenges. Jane groans.
“Michael, just stop. Petra hasn’t done anything besides find the body.”
But Michael continues pushing it. “The nail file we found in Ivan’s eye is Petra’s.” he says.
“Someone could have stolen it,” Jane replies.
“Now why would anyone steal a nail file? They cost like 2 bucks at any corner shop.” Michael says.
Jane throws her hands in the air, completely exasperated by Michael’s behavior.
“I don’t know, to frame her? Petra has enemies, you know that. Did she tell you about the tulips?”
Michael hesitates.
“She did, but that is not the point.” He says.
“That is exactly the point!” Jane says in disbelief. It feels like Michael is just out to get Petra, and is taking please in having something to pin on her.
“Okay, I think we’re done here,” Susanna jumps in. “Jane, you can leave.”
Jane stands up and shoots Michael a final glare.
When she exits the room, Petra is still sitting in the chair waiting.
“Ready to go home?” Jane asks and holds out her arm. Petra grabs onto it and sighs.
“Yes please.”