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Leroy Jethro Gibbs and Abby Sciuto

30_Lemons

002. The Audience

Gibbs took Abby to the one bar he knew that Doms and Subs belonged. It was a special bar; there were only three, one in Washington, one in Pennsylvania and one in Las Vegas. Gibbs always went to this bar. Fortunately he was a member and could get into the exclusive lounge.

He walked up to the door and filed into the lounge with the nicest rounded seat tables he's seen. Gibbs walked up to the man at the podium and placed his membership card on the podium top. He smiled as the man looked at it.

"Who's the dom and who's the sub?" He said in his usual voice.

Gibbs smiled and reached over. He flicked his finger along her throat and she automatically dropped to her knees. The man smiled and motioned for them to follow him. This bar was always on the fence with the law since people end up having sexual relations in here, but their legal department is very strong.

They walked past a man and a woman making out, a man having a threesome with two women, and a woman who was caking on makeup. They were seated and were given menus.

"Pick anything tonight, doll. It's my treat." Gibbs said as he leaned over and nipped her shoulder.

"Yes Mas-" She caught herself. Audiences or just public sex in general was her weakness and Gibbs knew it.

"It's fine, kitten." He said rubbing his hand on her leg, his fingers would rock and hit her pussy lips. She smiled at him as he controlled her so easily even without having to be hard. She doesn't know why, usually she has to be told.

"I'm trying to cut out red meat because of this Mediterranean diet thing, it's supposed to reduce migraines which I get a lot, especially after work. I don't know why but my doctor thinks it because I'm getting that crash after caffeine. I also think that it's-" She began to ramble.

Gibbs put a finger to her lip and kissed her, letting his finger fall out from between them.

"You can start another night; we'll have two steaks tonight." He says with a soft growl in his throat.

"May I take your orders?" The waiter said walking up to them; there were lipstick stains all over his collar, neck and face.

"Two of the NYC strips please. Medium for me and medium rare for the kitty here." He says petting Abby's chin.

The waiter nodded a walk away as Gibbs leaned over Abby. He put on the huskiest voice he could and leaned so his mouth was on her ear.

"You're going to take off all your clothes and lay down at the most comfortable angle you can find. Abby complied as best she could by basically ripping off all her clothes before she lay down on the rounded couch seats. Gibbs sat there smiling at the eagerness of his submissive. She was an odd one. She felt odd in public situations. Gibbs realized people were watching them, it's a common occurrence for this to happen but not so common with two people who have such a great gap in their ages, having an audience was something to be admired here. A few people had already gathered.

Gibbs wouldn't give her what had been the original reason for her being pulled into this… yet. He's not that nice. He'd give her a good finger fuck and a mind fuck too.

"Here are the rules, I'm going to finger you and you have to answer 5 questions. You can't come until you've answered all five of the questions. If you hesitate then I'll slow down, if I stop then you'll have to answer an extra question. Okay?" He said through a snicker.

Abby nodded. She hated mind fucks, yet loved them too. She loved a man who could bring her intelligence to play during sex.

Gibbs started out slowly. He reached into her and pressed on her clit, lightly massaging it but not penetrating or doing anything else.

"So who are you? And what do you do?" Gibbs asked her.

"I'm Abby Sciuto… a forensic scientist… and I please you, M-master." She said through a moan.

Gibbs added a bit more and placed his index finger on her insides, lightly running around her labium. She moaned lightly too.

"Who am I and what does that make you?" He asked. There were a few more people around now.

"You're my master, which makes me your girl." She said.

"Can you clarify that?" Gibbs said.

"I'm your submissive." She said a bit more loudly.

Gibbs dipped slightly into the vagina and brought in a middle finger to massage the labium as his index finger dipped in and out of her vagina and his thumb remained on the clit. She started to hitch a bit in her breathing already.

"What does a submissive do, Abby-Girl." He said knowing the nickname would kick things up a notch.

"I do what you want, when you want, Master." She said with a bit more difficulty. Gibbs dipped his second finger in and dipped them, still not penetrating much, his third finger slipped in to massage the rest of her.

She whimpered and moaned again. Gibbs knew this was her moment. He rarely got past question four. But this one would be a nice good one.

"So why don't you like audiences, Abby-Girl?" he said playing her like a fiddle.

"I've had bad experiences before." She said with a great deal of difficulty.

"What kind of experiences?" He said, starting to slide his fingers in and out of her, throwing in the third finger to accommodate her sadomasochism. She moaned and yelped a bit as Gibbs brought his face to hers.

"I… my old… boy friend… aaahhh… he made me… gahh… have seesaw sex with him… gahhhh… in a club… and I aahhh… couldn't s-s-safeword… hahaaaa… out of it… Gibbs…" She said with a few tears rolling down her eyes. He'd pushed her far enough a leaned over to kiss her, this time their tongues were dueling each other.

There was a gasp into Gibbs mouth as she came onto his hand. She'd made it all five questions. Gibbs growled as their tongues swirled one last time and she smiled as the accumulated crowd of people broke out in appalause. Gibbs whispered into her ear.

"Let's eat and go home… I can see why you don't like it."