Teacher's Pet

Teacher's Pet
By doggettfann
Chapter Five

Grissom placed his hands on each of Sara's
bare shoulders and eased her back down to
a sitting position on his bed. She loved how
he knew exactly how he wanted her and he
made her do as he desired without words.
Just from his touch, the look on his face,
the direction in his handsome eyes.

Sara could smell a light musky scent on
Grissom's body. Not strong, very faint.
She wasn't used to smelling cologne on him.
It was nice. It was arousing. The masucline
scent only added to her intense arousal.

Grissom laid her body back gently onto his bed.
His hands were steady. He was in control. He reached
into his robe pocket and brought out a pair of white
nylon thigh highs.

"Are those for me?" Sara asked timidly.

"Yes, they are. But not as you may think."

He took one of the stockings and wrapped it around her
right wrist. He tied it to the bedpost. He could sense
a slight unease in Sara as he tied the left hand to the
other post.

"I know you have issues with this my dear, but we must
establish a trust. Do you trust me?"

She looked right at him. Here she was spread out on
Grissom's bed, her nipples hard and exposed for his liking,
wearing a thong he had spilled his seed on and then
dressed her in, bound to his bed. She liked his world.
She wanted to please him, more than ever. More than
she did when he was her instructor. More than she did
when he called her to Vegas for the investigation. More
than she ever had on a case. Sara Sidle was ready to
see that smile of approval on his face.

"Yes, Gil," she spoke out, "I trust you." And she did.
More than ever.

"Good. I knew you'd catch on quickly." He was pleased.

He traced his hand down her long arm to her round breast.
He teased his fingers around her nipple before touching it.

Sara let out a quiet moan of approval. She'd never been
more aroused.

Grissom lowered his head and planted kisses on her ivory
breasts. He lapped at her dark, pink nipples. His tongue
was thick and hot, wet and warm, strong, placing a good
pressure on her erectness. Sara squirmed with delight.

Grissom trailed his hand down over her ribcage, over
her scooped stomach, driving it away from her panties,
over her long thigh, to her kneecap, watching her feeling
the sensation of his touch. He knew that he rarely touched
Sara, even as normal co-workers do, so he was very aware
that touching her with passion would be erotic for both of them,
but he had no way of knowing just how responsive she would be.
He could smell her desire through the fabric of the pink panties.
He could see the chillbumps on her skin. She wiggled from the
torturous pleasure his big hands were bringing to her flesh.
He continued bringing his hand over her shin and to the tips
of her toes. He met his hand with his mouth, still standing
as she lied on his mattress, bound to his bed.

"How do you feel, my pet?" he asked, his voice flavored
with a slight northern affilcition.

"Um...incredible, Gil."

"Perfect," he replied before tracing his tongue from her tonenails
to her knees. He lapped on up over her thighs to the crotch of her panties.

Sara closed her eyes from the intensity. The sight of her supervisor with his
tongue flattened out over her snatch, his eyes fixed on her, was too much.
It was the wildest fantasy she could imagine. Yet, it was very real.

"Talk to me, Sara," he said as he lifted his face from between her thighs.
"Tell me if you like what I have for you."

He dropped his robe to the floor. He was nude. Her dark eyes roamed over
his body from his tight nipples to his abdomen, to his patch of dark pubic
curls to the massively thick, veiny cock that was standing to salute her.
The head of his dick was wide and red, twitching. His balls were full, round,
big. He reached his hand down and curved his fist around the base of his shaft.

"I want to put it inside of you. I want to become one with you, Sara. Now, you
be a good girl and say, Yes Gil."

"Yes, Gil," she repeated, her eyes wide with the sight of a naked Grissom touching
his cock. Her pussy clinched from his words.

"Are you going to be a good teacher's pet?"

"Yes, Gil," she agreed, anxiuos for his hardness.

"This is how I imagine you, Sara. I imagine you tied up, in the buff, wet for my
cock. Willing to please me. Say you'll do anything to please me."

"I'll do anything to please you, Gil," she gasped, sweat rolling from her brow,
her hairline kissed with dew, her body was trembling. Her chest was sticky
wet, her thighs moist from other bodily fluids.

Grissom glided her panties down over her hips, she raised them for his
assistance. She was ready to be his naughty girl. She was ready to please
her master.

"Now, Sara, Sara, Sara," he said, pulling the thong to his nose. "You
got these all wet. You kinky pet."

Her breathing was hard. Grissom climbed in bed with her, holding only
the soft belt from his bathrobe. He lay his weight on top of her. His
nudity merged with her own. He pressed a hard, long lasting kiss to
her hungry lips. The heat and salt from her kiss made his cock press
harder onto her stomach.

"Please, slide inside of me," she begged in a whine.

"Not yet. You're gonna close your eyes and trust me. And obey me."
He placed the cotton blue belt over her eyes and tied it around the back
of her head. "What do you see?" he asked.

"Nothing."

"What do you feel?" he asked as he slid a finger inside of her gushing
folds.

"Ahhh, your finger."

"Where is my finger, Sara?" he questioned. It was all about the conversation
to Gil Grissom. For someone who rarely spoke any other time, he sure loved
to talk in bed. He loved to make her talk back to him. To have her tell him the
naughty things he was doing to her. It made his dick pulse to hear her voice
talking him through his perverted actions.

"Inside of me," she replied.

"Inside of you where?"

"In my...pussy."

"Incorrect," he said, slowly bringing his finger in and out of her wetness.
"It's inside of MY pussy. That's my pussy, Sara, my little pet's
cunt."

"Oh, Gil...oh, oh."

Sara was impressed with his skill. His fingers moved with a gentle force, a talented
rythym, pulse, hooking, pressing, filling her inside, rubbing her walls.

He pulled the finger out and placed it in her mouth. "You hungry? I think
it's time I fed my pet." He scooted up her torso, one leg on either side of her.
He slid two fingers in her mouth, opening it like a fisherman would to get the
hook from the Bass. When her mouth was open, he placed the head of his dick
on her tongue and pressed back. "Taste me, Sara."

She sucked his cock eagerly. Grissom watched her lying there beneath him as he
slowly fucked her face. She was bound, white thigh highs spread open her hands
and kept her in place. She was blindfolded, sucking the seeping glaze from his rod.

"You look so beautiful lying here submitting to my will. To my cock. That's a good
girl, Sara. Kiss my cock. KISS MY COCK. Oh....baby...suck it." His balls were hitting
her chin and throat: slap, slap. Slap, slap. Gulp, gulp. She was taking ALL of him.

Grissom leaned his head back. He was almost ready stain her throat with his heat
when he pulled away. "Not yet," he sighed outloud. "I want to mark you from the inside."