Title: Permission Withheld
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Gibbs tests Abby's obedience. Takes place in my Sir/Little Tease 'verse.
Author's Note: Written for the Gabby Tuesday prompt 'a second chance' at the forum.
I watch Abby struggle not to come undone under my fingers, and suppress the urge to smile. She writhes against my skin, and then away again, craving stimulation and then shying away from it when she realises she can't take any more without disobeying my order.
She'll disobey it anyway. Tonight, I'm going to make it impossible for her to do anything else.
"Sir… I can't…" she gasps, almost sobbing as I curl my finger back up against her sweet spot. "I need… please…"
I pretend to ignore her, marvelling at how hard she's trying to hold on. The power I hold over her right now is of the simplest kind – I have something that she wants, and I'm withholding it.
Not the orgasm. That, I'm not holding back. Any second, she'll tip over the edge, and she's perfectly aware of how precarious her position is right now.
It's my permission she seeks, and it's that she won't get. This is a test; I'm curious to see just how far I can push her before she breaks, and how she'll react in the aftermath.
It's not entirely fair, but I know Abby. She's not the type to hold onto a trivial failure, not when I plan to make it up to her.
"Stop, stop, stop!" she cries, trembling and tense and so very close to losing her grip.
"You know your safeword," I tell her, and she whimpers, tugging against her restraints as if that will help.
"I do, but-" The rest of her words cut off sharply as she struggles to think, to breathe, to control herself.
I lean down between her thighs to suck gently on her clit, not letting up with my fingers for a second. Her climax is sudden, powerful and accompanied by a string of ecstatic cries that go straight to my cock. For the moment, she's forgotten that she's disobeying me. It's not until I sit back and wait for her attention, stroking my wet fingers up and down her stomach, that she comes to her senses enough to realise.
"Oh, god… sir, I'm sorry!" She bites her lip, watching me for a reaction. I don't give her anything to work with, and she closes her eyes in remorse. "I couldn't help it… You just felt too good, and I couldn't hold on…"
I keep my silence, watching as she sobers by the second, becoming more and more apprehensive. "I should have given my safeword," she says finally. "When I realised I couldn't hang on, I…"
Surprised by her conclusion, I hike an eyebrow at her, which she interprets as disapproval. "Give me a second chance, sir? I swear I won't let you down again! I'll take my punishment and-"
"Little tease?"
She shuts up, fast.
"No punishment. I pushed you on purpose."
Comprehension takes a moment to dawn, and then she tugs at her wrist cuffs, scowling. "Sir! You set me a test you wanted me to fail?"
I uncuff her, then draw her into my arms. "I needed to see how long you'd fight it. Wasn't sure how much obedience was worth to you."
"Is it as much as you thought?" she asks hesitantly.
"It's more." I kiss her forehead, and then meet her gaze. "Won't happen again. I promise."
For a few seconds, she glares at me, as if she thinks I don't realise I've acted unfairly. Then she softens, resting her head on my shoulder. "Then I'll forgive you… as long as you give me an extra Caf-Pow! tomorrow."
Smiling, I tighten my arms around her. "Deal."
END.