Teacher's Pet

Teacher's Pet
By doggettfann
Chapter Four

"Okay," Sara agreed. "You have my attention."
Her heart was racing inside.

"Good," Grissom nodded and sat down beside of
her. "As you'll notice there are ten candles burning.
One for every year that we have known each other."

Sara nodded.

"And," Grissom continued, "I had you dress up for me.
I am very pleased with the look. You are stunning."

"Thank you."

"But I want all of this to make sense to you. So,
just relax, my pet, and listen."

Sara raised her brow. Did he just call her his pet?
She didn't question him. His voice was too arousing
to her. She just let him continue.

"I have planned a special evening for us. There's
no question that we have a certain chemistry,
feelings for each other. You said yourself that
I was always much more than a boss to you."

She couldn't believe that he remembered. She
couldn't believe this was happening. That he was
seducing her. "Yes," she managed to say, swallowing
hard.

"So, tonight I want to show you my world. My fantasies.
Are you ready?"

"Yes." She nodded quickly.

Grissom stood up and guided Sara to do the same. "I know that
you are new to this. So, if there is ever a time I do anything to make
you uncomfortable, just say Minnesota."

"Minnesota?" she asked, looking at Grissom, as he held her hands
in his own.

"Yes. It's a type of safe word, it is a word that shouldn't normally
come up in conversation, in sexual conversation."

"Uh hu." Was he going to have sex with her? Sara was excited
beyond belief. Yet, not sure where he was going with this.

"Now, I know," he said in a seducing tone, "that you have some
problems with authority. But I know that's not an issue for us.
You'll let me guide you tonight. Guide you to pleasure."

He leaned into her and kissed her eager lips.

"Oh, Grissom," she sighed.

"Tonight, it's Gil. You call me Gil, okay?"

"Gil," she repeated. It felt nice. His charm was working.
She felt like she had sea legs. She felt like putty in his
hands. Sara usually took charge in every aspect of her
life, but when it came to Gil Grissom, she didn't mind letting
him lead. She enjoyed it. And she loved the fact that he had
done all of this for her.

"Now," he said, "you are my pet. You always were my pet when
I was your teacher. Now, you will be my pet in a different way.
First of all, you won't be needing these," Grissom continued.

He got on his knees before Sara. He reached up under her skirt,
not looking at her flesh. He felt her panties. They felt lacey.

"What color are they?" he asked, not lifting the skirt.

"Um, red. Like the dress." His hands felt so good running up
her thighs, touching the fabric of her panties. It was happening
in a slow rush, dizzy, head spinning. Only hours ago, holding
his hand would have been so forbidden, yet now, Gil Grissom
was on his knees with his hands up her skirt, tugging her panties
down to her knees. She shook from the rush.

He brought the lacey red full bottomed panties to her ankles
and guided her high heels through each leg hole until the
underwear was off of Sara's body & in Grissom's hands.

"I'll be keeping these," he informed, looking up into her
dark, beautiful eyes. "Besides, tonight you are a thong
girl."

Grissom took the pink thong that he'd bought for her
from the pocket in his robe. He unwadded the cum
stained panties and took Sara's left foot, then right foot,
dressing her up like a doll. He pulled the panties up to
her mid thighs, then asked her to pull them the rest of
the way while he closed his eyes. He wanted to save her
sweet twat for later, when he pulled those panties off of her.
His swollen cock throbbed at the thought of Sara wearing
that thong, soaked with his joy.

He led her to the bedroom. Pink rose petals were scattered
over the sheets. Two round candles burned low. Otherwise,
the room was dark. He took her hand and led her to the bed.

"Sit," he said. Sara seated herself on the edge. Grissom took
off her shoes and placed them in the corner.

"Grissom...I mean, Gil," she corrected. "What exactly are we
doing?"

"I am going to own you tonight. I am going to make you feel.
Sensations. Heat. Cold. Sting. Pleasure. Insense pleasure.
Just lay back and expect the unexpected."

Sara nodded. His voice was soothing to her ears. She began to relax.

He still had her red panties in his hand. He lifted them to his nose.
"Your scent is nice. Strong." He placed them on his tongue and tasted
her tang. "Nice. Sweet candy."

Sara's eyes looked away from him.

"Don't be shy. I want to celebrate how wonderful you are, taste, scent."

"Okay," she agreed, opening her mind to him and his desires.

Grissom stood before her and helped her to her feet. He slipped
the dress over her shoulders. It fell softly to his carpet.

She was wearing no bra. Only his pink panties. He leaned in and
whispered in her ear. "I put my release on these panties earlier.
I was thinking of you, my dear."

Sara's nipples hardened at the thought of Grissom's semen stains on her
flesh. To think, in the lab she'd been taken back by unknowingly observing
his sample. Now, she was wearing it.