Title: Losing Control

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Can Sara get Gil to give up control?

Warnings:  Bondage

 

Sara leaned against the doorframe and watched with half amusement and half irritation as her lover squirmed over the sheets against the restraints that held his arms above his head and his legs parted. She’d blindfolded him and while he’d let her do it, he’d been uneasy about it the entire time.

 

Now, an hour after she’d left him to wait for her to be ready, he was still obviously uneasy about it.  If it were possible, he was maybe even uneasier.  On a normal day, Gil Grissom would have heard her walk in whether he could see her or not.  Right now, he seemed so worked up that he hadn’t noticed that the sounds in the living room and kitchen had stopped and that she was standing here looking at his naked form.

 

“Gil.”  She finally said and almost immediately his movements came to a halt.

 

Gil was quiet for a moment and heard movement in the direction of the door.  “Sara, I’m not sure I want to do this anymore.  I can’t just lay here.”

 

“Gil Grissom never says he can’t do something.”  Sara sat on the edge of the bed next to him.  “And honestly I’m not sure you ever <I>wanted</I> to do this per say.  You went along because you knew I wanted to do it.”

 

“True.”  Gil conceded after a few moments silence.  He drew a slow breath around his anxieties.  He’d felt the bed dip slightly when she had sat next to him. “I like to be in control, Sara.  That’s who I am.”

 

“Yes, and you’ve done this to me before, correct?”  Sara prompted, idly sliding the backs of her fingers over his exposed ribcage and enjoying the jerk of his body to instinctively get away before he relaxed again.

 

Gil gasped when he felt the feather light touch to his side.  He wanted her to touch him more, harder, lower, everywhere.  “Yes.”  The word made it’s way out in a husky whisper.

 

Sara grinned and pulled her top over her head, dropping it to the ground before working at the clasp to her bra at her back.  She took the undergarment and slid the material lightly over his chest, down his middle, over his groin, and across the inside of one leg before she dropped it onto the floor also.

 

“Sara…” Gil whispered, annoyed at the numerous quotes about anticipation that ran through his mind.  He’d spouted them at Sara when he’d had her in this position.  But right now he wanted to tell anticipation to screw itself and leave him alone.  His overly in tune senses were driving him wild.  As was the invisible woman on the other side of the blindfold that he knew was there but couldn’t see.

 

As if she’d read his mind Sara spoke, her voice filled with amusement and sensuality; like lace on satin, coarse and smooth all at the same time.  “But Gil, ‘By anticipation we sugar misery and enjoy happiness before they are in being.’  You told me that.”

 

“Memorizing everything I say again?”  Gil asked, obviously annoyed and amused by the irony of this situation.  He felt a fingertip to his lips and Sara was shushing him like an adult would a child.

 

Sara didn’t answer.  She simple took his cock in her hand and gave it a few strokes before snapping something cold and metal around it.  “You’re not in control here, Gil.  Just think about what I’m gonna do to you when I get back.”

 

Gil lifted an eyebrow.  “When you get back?”  He argued, his voice breathy.

 

“Give it up.”

 

The last thing Gil hears was the door shutting most of the way again.

 

** an hour later **

 

This time, when Sara decided to check on Gil, she knew that he knew she was there.  She found him lying completely still, the only movement on him, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath he took.  She pushed her pants and panties down over her hips as she instantly wanted to touch him.

 

“Are you okay?”  She asked as she crawled on top of him, her legs straddling his hips.

 

Gil nodded at her.  “Yes.”

 

She lowered her head to press her lips to his neck leaving a trail of warm kisses over the sensitive skin in their wake.  Her tongue flicked over the hollow of his throat before she moved lower, to leave marks over his skin in places that no one at work would see.  “What do you want, Gil?”

 

“This isn’t about what I want.  You’re in control, Sara.”  Gil answered, his voice just a slow and controlled as his breathing.

 

A soft grin graced Sara’s lips as she reached up to untie one of Gil’s wrists.  “You’re right.”  When he left the arm above his head even though she’d untied it, she nodded and untied the other.  “You’ll keep your hands there?”

 

“Do you want me to?”

 

“Yeah.  I want you to.”

 

Gil nodded.  “Then I’ll keep them there.”

 

Sara grinned and slid her hands down over his front.  She lifted herself up and used one hand to guide Gil’s hard cock inside of her.  For now, she left the cock ring on, not minding the feel of it and not willing to take it off of him just yet.

 

Gil seemed to sigh a relief at any contact at all.  “I need this.”  He whispered.

 

“What do you need?”  Sara asked, slowly moving her hips on top of him so that he slid in and out of her.

 

He looked at Sara, trying to decipher if this was a trick question or not.  He finally shook his head.

 

“Good boy.  You just want to please me, don’t you?”  Sara asked, surprise coloring her features when he nodded.  “Say it.”  She urged him.

 

“I want to please you.”  The words came huskily from Gil, not missing a beat and carrying a hint of pleading to them.  He wanted to come inside of her.  He wanted so many other things or he thought he might explode.  But right now, he needed this.  He needed for her to be in charge and not him.

 

His hands fisted the pillows above his head and he reiterated the statement.  “I want to please you, Sara.”  His head sunk back, deepening into the sheets.  He was completely vulnerable and at her mercy… even without the bindings.  He hadn’t even removed the blindfold.

 

He was beautiful, Sara decided.  At this moment, Gil Grissom was the most beautiful she’d ever seen him.  And he was hers completely.  She moved her hips quicker over him, tightening her muscles if just to get a reaction besides the heavy breathing and needy groans out of him.  She’d never thought she’d see Gil <I>need</I> her.  It sent an electrical current through her that she couldn’t stop.  She rode out the orgasm, the room filling with her own moans of pleasure.

 

Gil had to bite the inside of his cheek not to cry out in annoyance when Sara lifted off of him.  It took him a moment to realize that she was removing the cock ring.  His mind was already in such a euphoric, pleasurable state that when she sat back over his cock, guiding him into her again, he had to mentally focus on what was going on.

 

Sara moved her hips one… two… three… four times before Gil began to tremble beneath her.  She heard her name on his lips as he bucked his hips up into her and met his own pleasure inside of her.

 

She leaned down, laying on top of him and waited for them both to catch their breaths before speaking.  “See?  Not so bad…”

 

It was a few moments before Gil responded.  “Not so bad…” There was a small pause before he added another question.  “Can I move now?  And the blindfold… oh and my feet.  There’s no blood circulation down there.”

 

Sara rolled her eyes and began untying his ankles.  “Party pooper.”  Leave it to Gil Grissom to ruin a perfectly content moment.  And she still loved him for it.

 

 

 

 

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