CSI - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Slave for You ❯ Release ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: Crime Scene Investigation. It is owned by Bruckheimer Productions. This is a not-for-profit story for entertainment purposes only.

 

Warning: Language, <b>KINK Male/Male</b>!! DISLIKE, DON”T READ!!

 

Jodine16: I got some of this idea when I was watching CSI: Miami and how Horatio's constantly calling Ryan, `Mr. Wolfe.' Lol, reminds me of that childish game, Mr. Wolf I use to play with my classmates.

 

<b>Note</b>: I missed that scene between Ryan and Alexx during Under the Influence so please forgive me if I interpreted it wrong. I can't find any transcripts of that episode so I had to play it by ear with the screen caps I found.

 

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<center>Chapter One- Release</center>

 

Ryan's POV

 

Leaning into the seat of my car, I sigh deeply, closing my eyes. What was wrong with me? Would it kill Horatio to call me by my first name instead of `Mr. Wolfe'? Opening my eyes, I saw Delko walking out of the crime lab with Horatio. Horatio never calls Delko, Mr. Delko (now that I think about it that just sounds stupid). The Cuban said something that made Horatio smile and chuckle, which angered me more than I wanted to admit. I wish I could do that, make Horatio smile that happy smile that takes your worries away for a second.

 

I bet that if I came to be recruited to the lab before Speedle died, they'd all treat me different. They wouldn't see me as some rookie trying to replace their best friend. At least Calleigh was civil towards me.

 

I couldn't help but smile a smile that didn't reach my eyes as I turned started my car and headed out of the parking lot. When I was on patrol, I use to hear stories about the lab's M.E., Alexx Woods. How she'd talk to the dead victims like they were people close to her, how she'd mother the people on Horatio's team, and how she was a mean woman to stay away from if your hurt one of her `babies.' At the time, when I was finishing up with my degree in genetics, I thought, `Cool, she'd be great to work with.'

 

Boy, I thought wrong.

 

The first time I met her, it was all fine until she made it perfectly clear that I wasn't going to easily replace Tim Speedle. I don't know where that came from, but that was the last thing on my mind. We're okay now, but we still have those rocky moments. Like today. All I said was if the victim had cleaned is gun; he probably wouldn't have gotten shot. Boy that was a stupid thing to say. After that, she barely said two words to me, and I get the feeling she said something to Delko and Calleigh because he started giving me the cold shoulder and she gave me smiles that looked pretty strained.

 

I blinked when I found myself sitting in my driveway. When did that happen? Hope I didn't cause any accidents, I thought. Oh yeah, today's definitely been a long day. Good thing I have tomorrow off. Putting the car in park, I got out and headed inside. I slipped out of my shoes and went to the bedroom to change into something more relaxing.

 

“Ryan.”

 

I froze, halfway into my jeans. `Jay's home,' I thought. Hurrying into my jeans and leaving my t-shirt behind, I padded into the living room where my boyfriend was sitting in the sofa watching the football game. I couldn't help but pause and take in the sight. Jay Horsebacker use to be a bouncer at one of Miami's high end clubs, so he was huge, 6'5” to be exact. But, he made a career switch into business. Recently, he was on a trip in France for the company for three weeks.

 

Sitting down on the floor next to him, I laid my head against his thigh and waited. Our relationship wasn't your typical lover and lover. It was more like slave and master. We got together a couple years back in a BDSM club. Yeah, I know what you all are thinking. Ryan Wolfe, duking it out with Eric Delko to be the first to date Natalia Boa Vista; has OCD; use to be in patrol. I guess I should get an award for being such a fabulous actor, well for the first to date Natalia part. Anyway, Jay and I both knew each other's limits, but that never stopped us from trying something new.

 

“Miss me?” Jay's deep voice, shook me out of my muses.

 

“Yeah, a lot. I have tomorrow off.”

 

“So do I.” Jay paused. “You're tense, how have you been feeling?” I sighed in contentment when Jay started stroking my hair.

 

“Tired, angry, happy, frustrated…” I let my voice trail as I gently rubbed my cheek against his jean-clad knee.

 

“Is that all?”

 

I felt his fingers grip my hair at the roots and tug so he could look me in the eye. “No,” I whispered. I sat up and climbed into his lap, kissing him hard. Ever since we got together, Jay's always been the one to initiate anything and everything that has happened in out relationship. “I need release.”

 

Jay seemed to know exactly what it was that I wanted (like always) because he kissed me back, before pushing me off his lap. “Strip, Pet.” Standing, I fumbled with the button on my jeans, before quickly sliding them down my thighs. I bowed my hand, my hands at my sides as Jay stood, obviously towering over me with his height. “Follow me, no, on all fours. Good Pet.” My cheeks went a pretty pink as I followed Jay to the locked door in the kitchen. After some arguing, we decided to convert my basement into our playroom because Jay's always had more of a social life than me. Besides, it would look a little suspicious to his drinking buddies if they saw his basement was a BDSM dungeon room and that he supposedly wasn't seeing anyone.

 

After he unlocked all six of the locks (we like to keep our private side under wraps), he opened the door. I crawled after him carefully, and frowned when I noticed dust starting to collect in the corners of the steps. Before I could ponder on how long it would take me to get the dust out of there, I found myself waiting on Jay to give me directions. “Put this on and this,” he said, handing me a thick dog collar and a red cock ring. I quickly put the collar on and adjusted it so it was tight but loose enough to breath. Given the fact I was already hard, I found a little difficultly getting the ring on, but managed.

 

Jay looked me over appreciatively from his spot in his recliner chair. “Kneel before me, Pet, and tell me exactly what it is you desire.”

 

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When I woke the next morning, I felt stiff and sore, but completely relaxed. Jay had me tied up to the spinning wheel and took his braided leather whip to my back and thighs. Then, he took a paddle to my hide when I had tried to pleasure myself with rubbing up against whatever was close enough to reach. It was a night of pain and pleasure, and a night to forget where I worked and who I worked with.

 

Slipping out of bed, I went to relieve my bladder, before coming back to cuddle in the warmth of the sheets. I laid my head on Jay's shoulder as the brunet peeked an eye open. “Hey,” he said, his voice raspy. “How you feeling today?”

 

“Better than yesterday,” I replied, smiling. “Definitely sore.”

 

“Well, I did work you over good.” Jay gave me a sly grin, as he yawned.

 

We stayed in bed until noon, and then Jay said he need to get going so he could go into the office and get some work overdue paperwork done. I was a little disappointed, but I did insist he stay for a quick lunch.

 

After lunch, I saw Jay to the door. I rubbed my eye gently, from where Jay had accidentally hit me with his elbow when he was getting dishes out.

 

“I got a call from the club,” I said, slipping my arms around his neck.

 

“Really, what did they want?” Jay asked, his large, skillful hands moving up to rest on my hips.

 

“They wanted us to know our orders are in,” I said, wiggling my eye brows suggestively.

 

Jay chortled. “Excellent. Listen, I better get going. See you tomorrow night?”

 

I nodded. “Thank you.”

 

Jay smiled, kissing my forehead gently. “It was my pleasure, Pet.”

 

Opening the door for him, I waved him out before heading to the storage cupboard to get cleaning supplies.

 

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