Warning: this chapter (and the next) will contain sex and kink. And combination of earlier conversation will be mixed in with what's happening. A stylistic experiment…if you will. Let me know if it worked.

Love y'all- MG

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Yes."

Thwack!

He moaned, feeling hot pain pulse and shimmer over his skin. He was tied to the bed, face up, blindfolded.

"I can do it...but it'll cost you."

"That's no problem. Just...can you not discuss it with Sharlee?"

Thwack! Thwack!

He groaned louder, feeling the leather flogger suddenly rest on his chest, and slowly drag down his body, teasing at his erection.

His chest and thighs were on fire.

Tony was immobilized by the soft cuffs, on his wrists and ankles. Initially, he worried he might think of Tommy...but this was voluntary…and...this was a woman. Totally different...

But he needed...to feel helpless. He needed to be punished...somehow that felt right. After all...to be thrown away as he had been...and used…he must be...bad, somehow...and deserved this. It was the only thing that made sense in his mind.

He felt her, straddling his thighs, and heard the condom wrapper opening, bed shifting with the little movements she made. She grabbed his cock, and unceremoniously rolled on the condom. Point's for a well trained girl. He's compliment Sharlee on it later...

"What else should I be prepared for?"

"Nothing...but..."

She raised her brows at him, tossing her dark hair and pursing the glossy lips.

"If I need some...medicinal assistance..."

"You just tell me, and ...I can try to help you out. Also for a fee. But that's something you can't tell Sharlee about. She'll fire my ass in a New York minute."

He arched and hissed when she slipped her hot sheath around him, immediately letting her body fall on his hips heavily.

"God..." he breathed, as she pulled his hair roughly, and rode him like a rodeo horse.

"How rough do you want me to get? There are safety limits, you know."

"Just don't...bite me...okay? And don't make be bleed."

In spite of the alcohol he had consumed before her arrival, he felt his body obeying her, obeying the pleasure, and responding to the pain, as she scratched over the flogger welts.

Nothing mattered anymore. Not his job, not the team, not Senior, or the letter...not even Gibbs. It was all gone, replaced with this... He let go of it all, as she continued her assault on the welts, scratching all the way down to his thighs. The pain was everything…it made him feel complete. Made him feel…abused…

Somewhere in the distant recesses of his mind, he knew this was wrong. But it didn't matter. The feelings were overwhelming him…he wasn't in control. This felt so right... he needed even more…

He could feel her body shifting, wet channel lengthening and getting slicker...she panted with the impending orgasm...

"You're nothing but my fuck toy," she moaned out, changing her body motion to more of a rocking than a riding, snapping her hips back and forth.

"Yes," he answered, and gasped painfully, as she twisted one of his nipples. He was covered in sweat.

He felt her shift a little to one side, and before it registered what she was doing-

Thwack!

His neck and jaw took the blow, causing him to jerk again.

He flinched as she let the flogger rest against his side.

"You wanna blow don't you? You're cock feels good...Maybe I wanna use it longer..."she crooned. She started to ride up and down his shaft, harder again.

"Please..." he whispered, aching for release.

"You don't fucking cum until I tell you to," she commanded, and grabbed his hair again, roughly, "but I'm gonna cum now, pretty toy..."

She leaned back, and he felt her hands grasp his middle for support, clawing at his ribcage as she wailed, "Fuck!" and slowed her movements for a little while...

But then the maddening pace continued.

She reached behind her, and squeezed his balls for a moment, turning and twisting them as if trying to milk them...

He cried out and bucked, pulling against the restraints, cock so painfully hard now he thought he would die.

The hand left his scrotum and she leaned forward, starting to ride hard again, and whispered, "Now, toy, now you may cum if you want," and she grabbed his head back with one hand in his hair, twisting mercilessly, while slapping the welts on his chest with the other.

The orgasm was so extreme, that though his mouth opened, he couldn't make a sound. It was like his entire body engaged in the orgasm, arching and jerking off the bed in violent pulses, as he filled the condom, eyes rolling in his head underneath the blindfold.

Tony wasn't sure how long he'd been out of it, but he was vaguely aware of his wrists and ankles being freed. His limbs seemed way too heavy to move anyway.

He vaguely heard her ask, "You okay, Tony?"

He nodded, blinking his eyes open as she removed the blindfold.

She said with amusement, while looking at him. "Almost seems like I should be paying you instead."

He smiled a little, but had no other response. He was still floating somewhere…

He caught some sounds and movements as she packed up her things.

"I'm gonna go get what you asked for, and then I'll be back later tonight. You wanna do it again?"

The slight nod was all he was still capable of, but it was enough.

Natalia was her name. She was Ukranian. And stunning. Sharlee had recommended her as she was very…versed, in a number of sexual artforms.

She came back that night, calling him before she stopped up, about 1 am.

He threw back several shots of bourbon, knocking back some of the pills she'd gotten for him.

And then she very expertly used rope to immobilize him, while she punished and sucked his cock.

Once again, he let himself be carried off by the sensations, by the helplessness, by the feeling he was nothing more than her plaything…and had another orgasm that almost made him black out, before he fell into a drug induced haze…

Gibbs was on the road, heading toward LaGuardia airport.

It was a good bet that the second call Tony made to a Sharlee Benton, meant that this person would know something about where Tony was.

Based also on the half million dollars Tony had transferred into his account, Gibbs had a pretty good idea Tony's plan was to blow off some steam.

But that was a lot of money to get into trouble with.

And his gut seemed unable to get off of high alert.

Just as he pulled into the parking lot, his cell rang.

"Gibbs."

"Where the Hell are you?"

"Now, is that any way to say hello to a friend, Tobias?"

"Oh, forgive me. Where are my manners. Jethro, would you mind terribly telling me where the Hell you are please?"

"It's a start," Gibbs smiled wryly.

"I'm at your office. No Gibbs. No DiNutso. No David. And McGee can't seem to tell me what's going on. And Vance is in MTAC and cannot be disturbed. I need to talk to you and Agent DiNozzo. It's important."

"What's going on?" Gibbs asked with a serious tone.

"Matteo Campanelli."

Gibbs' gut clenched. "What about him? He's one of the wiseguys DiNozzo put away when he was in Philly, right?"

"Yep. Gets out tomorrow. Good behavior and all that…but seems he was talkin' a little smack to some of his cellmates…"

God, this is all we need, Gibbs thought. He finished parking the car, and rubbed his eyes.

"Gibbs?"

"Yeah Fornell. Lemme' guess, he wants revenge, and he wants to do it himself? And it came from a protected informant on the inside we can't put on the stand."

"You're psychic."

"No. Just older'n dirt."

"That makes two of us. Though I'm aging better than you."

Gibbs snorted through the phone.

"Well, where are you?"

Gibbs sighed. "I'm off for a few weeks."

"And Tony?"

"Off for a few weeks."

Fornell was silent, trying to figure it out.

"Tobias," Gibbs said, grabbing his bag and closing the car up, "Tony's father died recently, and he's…taking it hard." He didn't want to get into the letter…since he still couldn't explain it, or Tony's behavior…especially burning the house down…

"So he took off and you're goin' to bring your chick back to the nest?" Fornell said, gently as not to have Gibbs construe it as sarcasm.

"Yeah…somethin' like that."

"Well, call me when you find him Gibbs, and get your asses back here where we can help protect him."

"Copy that, Tobias."

Gibbs hung up and shook his head to himself.

"I better find you soon, DiNozzo. Don't make it hard for me."