Teacher's Pet
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
11,328
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Two
Teacher's Pet
By doggettfann
Chapter Two
Lemons. He could smell them on her, in her hair, on her skin.
Grissom inhaled the citrus fruity smell as he leaned over
Sara Sidle as she looked into a microscope. Grissom's
cock twitched in his pants because he knew that she
had followed his orders. He had told her to shower with
lemons to take the stench out from the last case they worked.
She had indeed followed his orders. She was already a good pet.
Sara was already obidient and he knew that once he had her at
his will, she'd do anything to please him. He had sensed her
eagerness for him even as his student back at the university.
She was still like a schoolgirl over him, even years later working
as his CSI.
She was helping him with an experiment. Always the helper.
He closed his eyes for a moment to hold in the erotic feeling
rushing through him like a bolt of lightning. He quickly opened
to see Sara looking back at him.
"So, whose sperm is this, anyway?" she questioned.
"Confidential," Grissom spat, looking deep into her chocolate eyes.
"Really?"
"No, if you must know...."
"Greg's? Did you make him give you a sample? Grissom, that's..."
"Not Greg's."
"Then, whose sperm..."
"Mine."
"Excuse me?" she blushed.
"The sperm is from my sample."
"You, um, took a sample of your own sperm for this experiment?"
"Yes," he said in a calm voice, never breaking eye contact.
Sara looked away from his hypnotic blue eyes. "That's too much info," she said,
but in reality, she felt soft inside. Vulnerable. Aroused. She had been playing
with Grissom's sperm sample unaware. Yet, he had known.
"Greg refused," Grissom said in a back-to-business tone. "I was short on time and
didn't have a chance to ask Nick or Warrick."
"So, did you donate this...tonight?" she asked, her brain churning with the image of Grissom
beating off in the lab.
"Yes."
"In the lab?" she gasped, her voice breaking.
"Yes, Sara. In the lab. Is there a problem?" He knew that she was nervous.
"No, no problem. Just wasn't expecting that."
"If I had to give a blood sample, I would. Or urine. Or hair folical for DNA. Sperm
is the same concept but the inspiration is just better." He winked at her.
She blushed and held her head down before looking at him.
Grissom left the room. He knew that he had to get out before he took her chin
in his hand and lifted it to his eye level. Before he pinned her to the wall or tied
her hands again, like a previous case. He thought about that many times, the
way her bound her with tape. He could hear her voice asking giddishly for him to tie
her up. TIE ME UP, GRISSOM. Her voice sang in his mind like a siren.
IN TIME, MY PET, he thought to himself. In time, he'd do it for real. And make her
love every pounding second of it.
By doggettfann
Chapter Two
Lemons. He could smell them on her, in her hair, on her skin.
Grissom inhaled the citrus fruity smell as he leaned over
Sara Sidle as she looked into a microscope. Grissom's
cock twitched in his pants because he knew that she
had followed his orders. He had told her to shower with
lemons to take the stench out from the last case they worked.
She had indeed followed his orders. She was already a good pet.
Sara was already obidient and he knew that once he had her at
his will, she'd do anything to please him. He had sensed her
eagerness for him even as his student back at the university.
She was still like a schoolgirl over him, even years later working
as his CSI.
She was helping him with an experiment. Always the helper.
He closed his eyes for a moment to hold in the erotic feeling
rushing through him like a bolt of lightning. He quickly opened
to see Sara looking back at him.
"So, whose sperm is this, anyway?" she questioned.
"Confidential," Grissom spat, looking deep into her chocolate eyes.
"Really?"
"No, if you must know...."
"Greg's? Did you make him give you a sample? Grissom, that's..."
"Not Greg's."
"Then, whose sperm..."
"Mine."
"Excuse me?" she blushed.
"The sperm is from my sample."
"You, um, took a sample of your own sperm for this experiment?"
"Yes," he said in a calm voice, never breaking eye contact.
Sara looked away from his hypnotic blue eyes. "That's too much info," she said,
but in reality, she felt soft inside. Vulnerable. Aroused. She had been playing
with Grissom's sperm sample unaware. Yet, he had known.
"Greg refused," Grissom said in a back-to-business tone. "I was short on time and
didn't have a chance to ask Nick or Warrick."
"So, did you donate this...tonight?" she asked, her brain churning with the image of Grissom
beating off in the lab.
"Yes."
"In the lab?" she gasped, her voice breaking.
"Yes, Sara. In the lab. Is there a problem?" He knew that she was nervous.
"No, no problem. Just wasn't expecting that."
"If I had to give a blood sample, I would. Or urine. Or hair folical for DNA. Sperm
is the same concept but the inspiration is just better." He winked at her.
She blushed and held her head down before looking at him.
Grissom left the room. He knew that he had to get out before he took her chin
in his hand and lifted it to his eye level. Before he pinned her to the wall or tied
her hands again, like a previous case. He thought about that many times, the
way her bound her with tape. He could hear her voice asking giddishly for him to tie
her up. TIE ME UP, GRISSOM. Her voice sang in his mind like a siren.
IN TIME, MY PET, he thought to himself. In time, he'd do it for real. And make her
love every pounding second of it.