[CSI] Breaking the Girl
Breaking the Girl
Sara/Grissom, NC-17,
Bend for me, break for me
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He stood over her, scanning her bound body with an expression of lecherous triumph, his cock at full magnificent erection.
Wide-eyed, Sara watched him toss aside her clothing and give her a long, hungry stare. The air felt cool on her pebbled nipples and wet sex and she felt exposed, so very exposed. She tugged at her bound wrists lightly with a blend of excitement and unease.
Grissom watched the nervous movement like a hawk. His stare flicked back to her breasts, then down between her thighs. “I can do anything I like to you. Does that make you nervous?”
She licked her dry lips. “Should it?”
He didn’t respond but withdrew a silk scarf from behind his back and leaned to down to cover her eyes with it. She started to protest, “I enjoy looking at you, Griss.”
He planted a soft kiss on her mouth. “Trust me.” She could feel the mattress dip slightly as his weight settled near her body.
Now, she thought. Now he’d touch her.
Something brushed her skin, and then retreated. His fingertips?
There it was again, dancing over her right nipple, so good. Not a finger, something thin. Sara couldn’t help squirming as she stared into the darkness of the blindfold and wondered what he was using to inflict those erotic sensations.
“What is it?” she gasped. “What are you…?”
Warm fingers touched her moist flesh, parting the delicate lips of her sex and spreading them, then holding them for that something’s tender dance. She gasped at the sensations playing over her wet lips, only to zero in on her erect clit, circling and brushing it. Unable to stop herself, she began to roll her hips.
“No, honey,” Grissom murmured. She felt his weight settle across her hips, effectively pinning her down. She felt a hot puff of air, gusting over her clit and realized he was blowing on her sex. The idea that his head was so close made her grow wetter. She yearned for more, something, anything.
His tongue slid down, flicked over her button. Sara moaned, waiting for more of his delicious mouth.
Instead he rolled off her. She started to whimper quietly, ready to beg him to come back until she realized he was crawling up between her legs and for a long moment he didn’t move again. She waited breathlessly for him to begin feasting on her sex. She could feel the cream flood her core in anticipation. Then his mouth was there at last, sucking her clit, hot and wet, setting off a firestorm of pleasure. Sara cried out as he drew strongly on the bud, the feelings so intense.
She rolled her hips, and one of his arms clamped down across them to pin her again. As she was about to protest, she felt the brush of his fingers at her opening. But he moved his mouth back and her clit was in his mouth again and his free hand was rolling and pinching one nipple. She squirmed, the sensation of his warm, clever mouth on her bud and his skilled fingers tormenting her breast.
The orgasm hit her out of nowhere; rolling over her while he suckled ruthlessly. Sara cried out, unable to contain the raw pleasure.
Suddenly he was on top of her, his naked body pressing into hers, touching her everywhere. A hand snatched the blindfold away. She blinked as Grissom reared over her, taking his big cock in one hand aiming for her core. Grissom shoved it in deep, sucking in his breath.
“Fuck,” he growled, and began to drive, fucking her hard and ruthlessly, his thick organ shuttling in and out with such strength she could only twist and moan in her bonds. Thoughts of what he could possible have used earlier on her were driven out of her head, she didn’t care about anything else except that massive satin cock and the ecstasy it brought her to with each stroke.
Another orgasm swamped her, and she threw her head back with a deep cry that began somewhere deep in the back of her throat. “So good, Sara, s’good.” He drove to the hilt and stiffened, his cry muffled against her throat. His big hands stroked her, gentling and soothing.
Finally Grissom drew away. “I love you.”
Sara blinked up at him, working on refocusing. “I love you too. Can you untie me now?”
Grissom’s smile took on a wicked slant as he stroked her skin.
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He was the one all along who needed to break.
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Sara/Grissom, NC-17,
Bend for me, break for me
+
He stood over her, scanning her bound body with an expression of lecherous triumph, his cock at full magnificent erection.
Wide-eyed, Sara watched him toss aside her clothing and give her a long, hungry stare. The air felt cool on her pebbled nipples and wet sex and she felt exposed, so very exposed. She tugged at her bound wrists lightly with a blend of excitement and unease.
Grissom watched the nervous movement like a hawk. His stare flicked back to her breasts, then down between her thighs. “I can do anything I like to you. Does that make you nervous?”
She licked her dry lips. “Should it?”
He didn’t respond but withdrew a silk scarf from behind his back and leaned to down to cover her eyes with it. She started to protest, “I enjoy looking at you, Griss.”
He planted a soft kiss on her mouth. “Trust me.” She could feel the mattress dip slightly as his weight settled near her body.
Now, she thought. Now he’d touch her.
Something brushed her skin, and then retreated. His fingertips?
There it was again, dancing over her right nipple, so good. Not a finger, something thin. Sara couldn’t help squirming as she stared into the darkness of the blindfold and wondered what he was using to inflict those erotic sensations.
“What is it?” she gasped. “What are you…?”
Warm fingers touched her moist flesh, parting the delicate lips of her sex and spreading them, then holding them for that something’s tender dance. She gasped at the sensations playing over her wet lips, only to zero in on her erect clit, circling and brushing it. Unable to stop herself, she began to roll her hips.
“No, honey,” Grissom murmured. She felt his weight settle across her hips, effectively pinning her down. She felt a hot puff of air, gusting over her clit and realized he was blowing on her sex. The idea that his head was so close made her grow wetter. She yearned for more, something, anything.
His tongue slid down, flicked over her button. Sara moaned, waiting for more of his delicious mouth.
Instead he rolled off her. She started to whimper quietly, ready to beg him to come back until she realized he was crawling up between her legs and for a long moment he didn’t move again. She waited breathlessly for him to begin feasting on her sex. She could feel the cream flood her core in anticipation. Then his mouth was there at last, sucking her clit, hot and wet, setting off a firestorm of pleasure. Sara cried out as he drew strongly on the bud, the feelings so intense.
She rolled her hips, and one of his arms clamped down across them to pin her again. As she was about to protest, she felt the brush of his fingers at her opening. But he moved his mouth back and her clit was in his mouth again and his free hand was rolling and pinching one nipple. She squirmed, the sensation of his warm, clever mouth on her bud and his skilled fingers tormenting her breast.
The orgasm hit her out of nowhere; rolling over her while he suckled ruthlessly. Sara cried out, unable to contain the raw pleasure.
Suddenly he was on top of her, his naked body pressing into hers, touching her everywhere. A hand snatched the blindfold away. She blinked as Grissom reared over her, taking his big cock in one hand aiming for her core. Grissom shoved it in deep, sucking in his breath.
“Fuck,” he growled, and began to drive, fucking her hard and ruthlessly, his thick organ shuttling in and out with such strength she could only twist and moan in her bonds. Thoughts of what he could possible have used earlier on her were driven out of her head, she didn’t care about anything else except that massive satin cock and the ecstasy it brought her to with each stroke.
Another orgasm swamped her, and she threw her head back with a deep cry that began somewhere deep in the back of her throat. “So good, Sara, s’good.” He drove to the hilt and stiffened, his cry muffled against her throat. His big hands stroked her, gentling and soothing.
Finally Grissom drew away. “I love you.”
Sara blinked up at him, working on refocusing. “I love you too. Can you untie me now?”
Grissom’s smile took on a wicked slant as he stroked her skin.
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He was the one all along who needed to break.
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