Giving In

By the time the messenger knocked on my door, I was nervous, unsure which I was feeling more: aggravation at not knowing what our plans were for that night, or excitement for the same reason. All I knew was what Grissom had told me on the phone just an hour ago: everything I needed for the evening would be delivered to my door, including the address where I would meet him. True to his word, I opened the door to a courier bearing a black garment bag and a simple white envelope containing a note in his unmistakable handwriting:

1. Wear this.
2. Grab a bottle of wine.
3. Meet me at 6:45 PM Sharp - 7382 Tropicana Way.

I knew enough from the address to realize it was on or near the Strip, so I had no time to waste getting ready if I was going to be on time. As I walked toward the bathroom I unzipped the garment bag, hoping to get some clue what he had planned for the evening. By the time I was dressed in his selected outfit (lingerie, stockings, pumps, and a simple but stunning wrap dress. all in black), I had just enough time to grab the wine and jump into my car. Driving toward the neon lights of the Strip, I felt myself shiver as I imagined what was to come.

Pulling up in front of the building, I felt myself grin as I caught glimpse of him. As he crossed to open my car door, I realized he was dressed to match me, in a three-button black suit and snowy white shirt, a silk red tie around his neck..

“You clean up nice,” I said as he helped me from the car, kissing my cheek lightly. “I almost didn’t recognize you.”

"Well, you look stunning..."he said. "Absolutely stunning."

"But, how did you know what sizes?" I quizzed as he took my hand and turned me around to get a full view.

"A little snooping while you were out last night. Do you mind?"

I shook my head. "I won't mind if you tell me what are we doing." I asked, hoping that he'd now tell me what he had planned. But, no dice.

"I wanted an excuse to dress you up," he said. "Can't wait to get you un...” His voice trailed off as we reached the doors, where two men in tuxedoes opened them and escorted us inside.

He winked and shot me the grin that never failed to take my breath as we walked into the main hall. Just right of center stage there was a small round table draped in white linen. Atop the table sat a flickering candelabra. "Just what is this?" I said as he held my chair for me to be seated.

"Dinner," he said taking his seat across the table from me.

Assuming that we had the theater for the evening alone, I slipped my foot out of my shoe and lifted it into his lap, gently rubbing against the crotch of his pants.

“No, sweetheart. We have the theater for an hour for dinner, then the doors open for the 8:00 show. So,” he whispered in a sultry tone, “we’re just going to have to be…” His hand slipped down to my foot and eased up my calf to my knee. "...patient.”

I put my foot back on the floor and we enjoyed our meal, chatting about the events of the day, although he failed to let me know what was planned next. "You'll like it," he'd promised. We emptied the bottle of wine as the theater doors opened and a small crowd of well-dressed adults drifted in. "Time for us to head upstairs," he said. "We've got the best seats in the house."

Moments later, we sat in the balcony seats nearest the stage, and as the lights dimmed, and I heard the opening notes, I was mesmerized. All those times I had talked about wanting to go to New York to see "Phantom of the Opera", and the one person who I thought wasn't listening had been. "Surprised?" he whispered, taking my hand into his as his other arm wrapped around my shoulders.

Surprised was an understatement as I felt the tears well up in my eyes. "Oh, Gil...it's...." As I felt the first tear start to roll down my cheek, I shivered slightly.

He withdrew his arm briefly to remove his jacket, then leaned over and whispered, “You look cold,” spreading the lightweight black wool over my lap like a blanket.

I sat silently, taking in all the splendor and amazement that was going on in front of my eyes. I leaned over onto his shoulder and once again thanked him. His smile told me all I needed to know, and he squeezed me tightly against his side.

So engrossed in the play, and lost in the music, I didn't notice that he'd moved in as close as he possibly could to me. As the Phantom sang on stage, I heard a familiar voice in my ear, singing along so softly. "Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams..." Grissom was singing…to ME! I tried to sit comfortably, but the realization that his hand was creeping ever so slowly up my dress was evident. I did my best to ignore it, but it became too much to bear as the music swelled.

As he continued to sing, his lips were so close to my ear that they brushed it with every syllable; his hand guiding mine to place it over his pants, the bulge already evident. “Floating, falling, sweet intoxication...Touch me...trust me....savor each sensation...”

While I sat, fixated on his words and the thought that he wanted me again, he had lifted my right leg and draped it over his left, then readjusted his jacket to more thoroughly hide his movements. Reaching underneath, he flipped at the skirt of my dress, leaving the tops of my thighs framed by the black lace thong above and thigh high stockings below. Locking his eyes with mine, he slowly grazed his fingertips across my inner thighs. I bit my lip to contain the moan that threatened to give our secret away as his eyes blazed into mine.

“Please, can we get out of here?" I whispered as the house lights came up. "I need to..."

"To what? I always thought you wanted to see 'Phantom'?"

"Oh, I have. but..." I couldn't find proper words to say that I wanted to take him right then and there, especially in mixed company.

Stifling laughter, Gil rearranged my clothes and helped me stand to leave, his jacket carefully draped over his arm to hide his now very obvious erection as we raced to our cars.

As I climbed into my car, I smiled up at him and asked, “Your bed or mine?”

“Mine. It’s closer, which means I can be undressing you ten minutes sooner.”

The drive to his townhouse seemed endless as I followed his car through the darkened streets of suburban Las Vegas, but in reality it took only a few minutes. We were still breathless as we parked in the driveway and hurried, hand in hand, to the door. After turning the key in the deadbolt, he turned to me and pinned me between the cold block wall and his warm, tight body. I felt his erection pressed against my hip as he wedged his knee between my legs, then covered my face with hot, wet kisses before covering my mouth with his in our first real kiss of the night.

He groaned as he pulled away from me, then grinned as he squatted, put his shoulder against my waist, wrapped his arms around my knees, then stood and carried me fireman-style over his shoulder through the door and to his bedroom. I laughed out loud at the silliness of it, but became deadly serious when I realized I had the perfect view of his amazing ass as his lower body flexed. I couldn’t resist taking a playful swat at it as we walked. Reaching our destination, he put me back on my unsteady feet and reached for the tie at the waist of my dress.

“What are you doing?”

“I thought I was taking off your dress.”

“You know how whenever we go to a crime scene, you, or Warrick, or Nick always take the keys?”

He nodded.

“What do I always say?”

“Just because I’m the guy doesn’t mean I always get to drive," he said with mock sarcasm. “So?”

“So tonight, I’m doing the driving, and you’re the passenger. That okay with you?”

His wide grin and sparkling eyes gave me his answer, and I took him by the hand and led him deeper into his bedroom, switching on the lights with my free hand as we crossed the threshold. Turning to face him, I put my hands on his slim hips and guided him to stand in the middle of the room, across from the side chair that sat nearest the window. I sat in that chair now, carefully crossing my legs but allowing my skirt to fall open and laughing as he cleared his throat.

“What? You picked out the clothes. I’m just modeling your selection. Now, slowly, off with the shoes and socks.”

“And what about you?” he asked, bending to my demands.

“I will be watching you. Now, lose your shirt.”

It was all I could do to sit still as he unbuttoned, then shrugged off his white shirt, revealing his smooth chest. As always, the sight of his upper body, from his broad shoulders, down his muscled arms, across his flat belly to his narrow waist, made my heart race as I choked out, “Now the pants.”

Without hesitation, Gil unbuttoned and unzipped, then let his black suit pants fall straight to the floor, surprising me as I noticed that it left him standing naked and fully erect in front of me. Forcing my eyes back up to meet his, I saw the questioning look on his beautiful face and realized I was close to tears, but grinning. "Good boy...”

Thinking the game was over, he stretched out his hand to me, intending to lead me to bed. I shook my head, pointed him in the same direction, and instructed him forcefully.

“I’m going to say this once. On your back in the middle of the bed. Tuck your hands under your head and keep them to yourself. This time is just for you, and if you touch me, there will be consequences. Understood?”

As I spoke, I stood, walked to the foot of the bed, and untied the belt, and undid the three simple buttons holding my dress together, then let it fall.

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned and gave a mock salute. “You’re driving. Got it.”

Still in the lingerie, stockings, and heels he had dressed me in, I climbed onto the king-sized bed and straddled his waist, then began to kiss him deeply.

“I love your mouth,” I whispered, then continued to kiss and coo over every feature on his face and down his lovely neck. By the time I lightly bit his Adam’s apple, he was fidgeting. Once I began working my way across his chest and took first one, than the other of his flat nipples into my mouth, he growled deep in his throat. His resolve broke when my tongue traced the thin line of hair from his navel down toward his pubic hair, and he grabbed the sides of my head in both hands, pulling me up to kiss me, plunging his tongue deep into my mouth as one hand probed at the damp scrap of lace between my legs.

I let him touch me for just a moment, then grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the mattress above his head. “I mean it, Dr. Grissom. Last warning. No hands.”

He moaned my name before saying, “I don’t think you understand. I have to feel myself inside you. I just felt how wet you are. I need to be there. I’m aching to own every inch of you. Now.”

“No, I don’t think you understand," I stated firmly. "I am screwing you. And I’m doing it on my schedule, by my plan. And you are going to follow the rules, or I’ll stop cold turkey. Now,” I said as I slid back down his body, “where was I?”

Before he could answer, I took him fully into my mouth, wrenching another tortured groan from him. I worked slowly up and down the length of him, alternately tracing him from base to tip gently with my tongue, then sucking more insistently until I felt him swell slightly in my mouth and heard his breath quicken. Guessing that he was close to release, I pulled away just before I knew he’d be unable to stop.

Meeting his stormy eyes again, I teased softly, “Oh, no you don’t. I’m not through with you yet. You let me know when you’re ready to start again.”

After a few minutes, his breathing returned to normal and he hoarsely whispered, “Please. Let’s go.”

I knelt over him again, this time unhooking and slipping out of the black lace bra, knowing that it would be almost impossible for him to resist reaching for my bare breasts. I watched as his hands twitched and he flexed, then folded his fingers into tight fists to control the urge to reach out. “See. I’m a good boy.”

“No, you’re not. But you’re behaving well and deserve a reward. What can I do for you?”

“Lean over here. I can’t use my hands, but my mouth is fair game, right? I want you as out of control as me, and I think I know how to make that happen.”

As I leaned down, intending to give him my mouth, he dodged me and lowered his head, catching my right nipple between his teeth and laughing at me when I gasped in surprise. He held me there, touching me only with his mouth but controlling me completely, rhythmically stroking around and over the hardened point with his tongue, making me moan by drawing it deeply into his mouth.

He waited until he felt me grinding myself against his hip, then growled, “Enough. I can’t stand it.” Wrenching his wrists free of my hold, he roughly grabbed the sides of the tiny black panties and ripped the fragile fabric, tossing the ruined lace aside and plunging his fingers into me. “I can feel you tightening around me. You’re about to come, and I want to feel your release while inside you.”

“OK, that’s it.”

I stood, kicked off one shoe, then sat on the edge of the bed and peeled of one stocking. “I see you just couldn’t follow the rules, so I’ll have to help you.” Once again raising his hands above his head, I looped the silk stocking around one wrist, laced it through the headboard, then looped and tied it firmly around the other wrist. “Don’t try to pull free, and it won’t hurt you—much,” I smirked, straddling him. “Who’s driving?”

“You are. I was just trying to get us out of neutral.” Before he spoke another word, I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and squeezed gently while I kissed his stomach lightly. “Oh, god, please,” he moaned. “Fuck me. I can’t take any more.”

“Well, you did say the magic word.” Still holding him in my hand, I lowered myself onto the end of his swollen head, leaning forward so that my every movement would force him deeper inside of me. In seconds, we were both gasping; within a minute, I started to feel my orgasm build.

He thrust his hips as I leaned in, his manhood filling me completely. “Let yourself go.”

Hearing the affection in his beautiful voice, I had no choice, and cried out as I gave in. He lay perfectly still as my muscles contracted around him, waiting for both of us to cool off to start again. Finally, we began to move together, stroking slowly, building to what we both knew would be a powerful release for him.

Soon, he was panting again, and whispered, “More, faster, please. I feel like I’m dying.” Picking up the pace of my hips circling above him, I also began randomly squeezing him with my pelvic muscles, seeing in his face and eyes the sensation was irresistible to him. As I felt him swell inside of me, I leaned forward and loosened the ties around his wrists, but didn’t quite release them.

“Oh, please, I have to touch you. Untie me before…” Before he could finish the thought, he convulsed and emptied within me for what felt like forever, laughing his low, throaty laugh the whole time.

When he finally stopped, I touched his face softly before reaching to remove the stocking holding him still. As I expected, he cupped my face in both his hands, kissing me thoroughly, sucking my tongue as soon as I offered it, then slid one hand down my neck.

Without ever releasing my mouth, he moved both hands to cup my breasts, gently squeezing my nipples and smiling against my mouth when I sighed. I could still feel him inside me, softening but still present, as I ground against him looking for more direct stimulation.

“Here, let me help you with that,” he whispered into my ear while one hand drifted across my belly and down to my crotch. As he rubbed firmly, quickly building me back to the edge, he muttered continuously into my ear. “You’re so amazing…God, you’re beautiful…so responsive. I love to watch you like this.” I grunted and gasped, and collapsed against his chest as I came as hard as I ever had in my life, all the while my gaze locked with his until I felt myself lulled to sleep to the tune of his beating heart beneath my ear…