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Title: Kink
I? Am not a vanilla person, not in any sense of the word. I like kink.
I like my sex to involve handcuffs, whips, chains, dirty talk. With
very few exceptions--you name it, I'll read it. You write it, I'll read
it too. I want to see welts breaking out on skin, I want to hear the
crack of the whip and the thud of the flogger and smell the sweat
beading on a body tied down to the bed.
I want Tony on his knees, hands cuffed behind his back, collared and
blindfolded, cock hard and leaking, skin prickling as Gibbs trails the
tip of the crop over his back. I want him writhing under Gibbs' hand,
his ass bright red, skin hot to the touch. I want his legs spread, his
wrists tied to the bed, his body arching into the blows--and then I
want him to moan and cry out when Gibbs shoves into him, fucking him
hard and rough.
You may notice a lack of images in which Gibbs is in these positions
and that's because I don't see him as a sub, or a bottom. I see him as
a Dom, a natural Top who's most comfortable with a whip in his hand,
prowling around his sub, waiting for that perfect moment to strike,
that one split second where it's both agony and ecstasy, when it's pure
and perfect and absolutely gorgeous. Gibbs as Master is an image that
never fails to make me shiver, especially when he's dropping Tony into
subspace. His hands around Tony's wrists, gripping tight, squeezing the
back of his neck, one hand holding Tony's thumbs together behind his
back--and Tony shudders and drops and falls to his knees because
honestly, who wouldn't?
We know Abby's kinky, and I'm willing to bet she switches. I can
imagine her stretched out on a St. Andrew's Cross one night, her skin
pale against the dark wood, crying out as the lash comes down...and
straddling Tony the next, fucking herself on his cock, riding him,
using him to make herself come and not caring if he does because he's
there for her pleasure. I don't write Abby/Gibbs but match her
submissive side with his dominant side and you've got one hell of a
combination.
Kink at work is fun, too. There's the whole naughty tingle, the thought
of 'I shouldn't be doing this' and yet doing it anyway. Abby wears
collars all the time; what do you want to bet half the time those arm
things she wears are hiding cuff marks? That her ass is striped with
welts from the ruler her Dom used on her last night when she wore the
Catholic schoolgirl outfit for him? I bet there have been days when
Tony's come into work wearing a turtleneck because Gibbs collared him
under it. Probably plugged his ass, too, and Tony's praying they don't
get a case because how the hell is he supposed to run around and work a
crime scene without getting hard?
The obvious kink is the elevator, but let's forget that and use the
bathroom. Tony on his knees, sucking Gibbs off during lunch, desperate
to come himself and not being allowed to because he's being punished
for something he did last night. Abby taking five minutes to get
herself off while she waits for test results to get in. Tony with his
hand up Abby's skirt in the lab, with the glass doors where anyone can
see or walk in and she has to keep quiet even as he's got three fingers
buried deep inside her and his thumb rubbing her clit and she falls
over the edge with a whimper.
And on that note...have a happy Fourth. |
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