My beautiful submissive, my beautiful Tony.
I never thought that I would fall hard for a guy, especially Tony.
I never felt like that not since Shannon, my wife. I miss her every day, and I miss my daughter, Kelly too. Tony knows about them, I speak about them to him sometimes. Tony is the only one, apart from Ducky, that I feel comfortable talking about them.
I...I...
I look at Tony, at his desk, and smile. I wonder, if it wasn't for Abby who told me about his feelings for me, about his fantasies, that will we ever get together?
Honestly, I don't know.
I....I....I....
I am grateful to Abby.
Hearing Tony squabble about movies or something with Ziva, I steal a glance at him, seeing that cheeky grin on his face. How I love that grin, how I love that look, but I will never admit that to him.
Shaking my head, I walk over to him, and pull Tony's feet off the desk.
"DiNozzo, what the hell are you talking about now?" I say to him, causing Ziva to giggle behind me, and I turn to her, giving her a cold stare, stopping her in her tracks.
"Oh, I was talking about a movie, an all-time favourite of mine, the Godfather, Boss." Tony told me, and I rolled my eyes up, not again!
"Perhaps you should get to work, and not talk about silly movies to Ziva!" I told him, and he nodded, sat up in his chair, and he got typing on the keyboard. I try to not make a chuckle, as I walk back to my desk.
Later that night, I am in my basement, working on my boat.
I hear footsteps on the stairs, and I have no need to look up, as I know who it is.
My sexy submissive, my Tony.
I hear him standing behind me, and I slowly turn around, to see him naked, his head bowed.
I smile at the sight of my naked submissive.
I remember his first submission to me in that conference room, where I took him over the table, made him mine.
I walk over to my naked submissive, my Tony.
I...I...I...I
I take his cock in my hand, I need to touch him.
Silently, I bend down to bite him on his shoulder. He groans, I love to leave red marks on him. Making him mine.
I...I....I...I.....
I could never say the words to him, yet he knows how I feel about him.
I leave my marks on him, and he knows. I will be grateful to him for not pressuring me into saying it to him.
I...I...I...I....
I close my hand over his cock, and begin to stroke it up and down. I see my boy closing his eyes, his head falling back, and I hear moans coming out of his mouth.
I put my mouth on his, quietening him, and I kiss him fully and roughly, too. I feel his tongue coming out and I put my tongue out to meet it, and we kiss and with hunger and with passion. I love to kiss him.
I let go of his cock, and tell him to bend over the worktop.
He nods, and turns to the worktop, and he bends over it.
I put my hands on both of his arse cheeks; I want to leave marks on him tonight, to remind him who he belongs to.
Taking each arse cheek apart, I hear him groaning, and then I put my arm up in the air, and then I slap him on each arse cheek, alternatively.
I see him grabbing the worktop with his hands.
After 10 hard slaps on each of my boy's arse cheeks, I bend down to kiss on each mark I left on his arse cheeks. I hear him whimpering at my touch.
I put a finger in his willing hole, after spiting into it. I find it already lubed. I know my boy is always ready for me.
Unzipping my jeans, and pulling them down, I take my cock out and I enter him, in one quick move. He screams out, and I put my hand on his shoulder, to calm him down.
I pull him up to my chest, and I nibble at his neck, as I thrust into him slowly, but hard.
Our eyes meet, he knows that I...I....I love him.
I don't need to say it, he knows. He doesn't need to say it to me, I know.
He has given himself to me, and I have given myself to him.
We belong to each other.
