This one was requested by @intheendyouwillalwayskneel
Thank you for the request!! This was honestly a lot of fun to write :-)
Request: “ I love the tv show NCIS. If at all possible could you write one where the character Tim McGee, who is shy and quiet, is married to a girl that is covered in tattoos and piercings? No one at NCIS knows he is married and they have never been to his home so they dont know about the couple's sex dungeon. They are both into hardcore BDSM, and he loves being called Daddy, while he calls her Baby Girl. Is that too much? “
Warnings : Rough sex, restraints, name calling, overall BDSM kinks and fetishes.
Tim sighed to himself, running a hand through his short hair. Today had been an absolute shit show to put it lightly. Everybody was just having an off day, and he could not wait to get home to you. You and Tim had been together for years, but no body knew it. He decided to keep your relationship a secret from the rest of his team, simply for the fact he was afraid of the ridicule that'd come with it. Not every body was as open minded as he is.
He didn't know how they'd react to his wife being tattooed everywhere except your neck, or how they'd feel about the big amethyst gauges you had in her ears. He especially didn't know how they'd react to possibly finding out what they did behind closed doors.
His nervous thoughts at work turned into pleasurable ones; he thought about dragging you by your hair to the little sex dungeon you two had created in your home. The walls were painted black, with red and white accents around the room. The day couldn't finish fast enough. His thoughts had been consumed with the image if you on your knees, hands tied beautifully behind your back, letting him fuck your throat. He bounced his leg below his desk, struggling to pull his mind away from the thoughts of you.
But finally his day came to an end, and he walked quickly to his car, almost immediately un-buckling his belt and the button on his dress pants, simply to relieve the pressure his thoughts had caused.
He pulled into the drive way in front of your beautiful home, leaving his things in the car and storming inside desperately.
"Oh, hi Tim." you smiled at him, you were in the kitchen, dinner was finished. He looked you up and down, you were wearing a tight white tank top and a pair of tiny black shorts, your beautiful artwork was on show for him to see. He briskly approached you, pinning you between the counter and his body. His hand traveled up your side and into your hair, planting a firm kiss on your lips.
"We're worrying about dinner later. I want all of these clothes off and I want you waiting for me." he hissed against your lips, sending chills down your spine.
"I-Tim, it's going to get cold..." you whispered, mainly just provoking him to be more rough with you. He jerked your head back by your hair, his fingers digging into your hips.
"You heard me, baby girl. I had a shitty day today, don't test me." his voice was loud over you, and his eyes were burning with desperation. He let your hair go and you turned to walk away, smacking your ass hard as you did. You dropped your clothes strategically leading to the door, opening it and turning on the lights, setting them dimly to start. You stood at the rack of hand cuffs, ropes, and ties, running your fingers over them, not so patiently waiting for your husband to return. The door opened and slammed quickly, he was still in his work clothes besides the button down shirt. Which you loved. He looked powerful.
He joined you at the racks of restraints you two had collected, and he smirked.
"I'll let you pick this. Since you're going to be completely powerless for the rest of the night." his hand traveling to grip your ass. You looked up at him with an excited glint in your eye, and you pulled down a set of black metal hand cuffs, handing them over to him.
He cuffed your hands in front of you, pulling you in and kissing you hard. He moved from your lips, to your ear, down your neck, gradually going slower and slower, purposely trying to make you squirm. And it worked. It wasn't long before you whimpered with desperation, making him chuckle. He forced you down onto your knees, not losing any degree of eye contact.
"Open your mouth baby. Don't close it unless you're trying to get punished."
You did as he said, opening your mouth wide, his hand tangling in your hair and pushing his restrained cock against your open mouth.
"You're so fucking beautiful..." he grunted quietly before sliding his slacks down his legs. He put his cock against your lips, but pulled away quickly, doing it a few times, resulting in another desperate whine from you. With your noted desperation, he took no time to slam his cock down your throat, forcing your eyes shut. He didn't start slow like he usually did. He was always good about warming you up for things like this, but tonight he was going to use you however he wanted.
He moaned sharply as he drove his cock deep down your throat, your eyes watering.
"You're such a good little slut for me, aren't you baby girl?" he pulled himself from your mouth, a few black streaks of your makeup running down your cheeks.
"Yes daddy." you said between catching your breath.
"Get up." You started to stand up, and he yelled at you,
"I said get up!" You moved quicker, smiling as he watched you obey his word. He motioned you towards a red leather chair,
"You did what I asked, so I'm going to reward you."
You sat down on it as he instructed, leaned back and spread your legs for him. He knelt between your inked thighs, biting them, making you jump a bit with each one.
He kissed your clit gently, his tongue coming soon after.He made what felt like circle motions around your clit. Whatever he was doing, it had you enjoying it. He picked up the pace, his tongue batting against your clit quickly, making you writhe in the chair. But as quickly as he started, he stopped and stood up, positioning himself at your soaked entrance.
You looked up at him, and he took your cuffed hands in one of his, pinning them above your head. The other hand coming to clamp around your throat. He pushed into you, starting slowly, inhaling a sharp breath as he did.
"This pussy is so fucking tight baby." his jaw hung open slightly and he looked into your eyes. You moaned beneath him, quickly getting louder and louder as he went quicker and quicker.
"Fuck, daddy!" you damn near screamed for him. There wasn't a moment of silence. His thrusts stayed consistently hard, his hand tightening around your throat.You screamed for him again and he pulled out quickly, walked around the chair and returned with a black ball gag.
"You're being so loud princess. Shut the hell up and let me fuck you." he hissed. You never took what he said in this room personally. Tim was the most loving man you'd ever met. It's like this room just pulled a different person out of him.You opened your mouth and let him gag you.
He pulled you by your hand cuffs and bent you over the matching red leather bench he bought just for this purpose. His hand crashed against your ass hard, making you cry out against the gag. He returned himself to your soaking wet pussy, his hands holding your hips tightly.
He forced himself in and out of you, always slamming into you at the last second. His hands continued spanking you, only getting rougher and harder with you, leaving your ass a bright red, bruised sight.
"This pussy belongs to me, baby, don't you ever forget that." he hissed to you, his breath was broken. He was close and you knew it. He grabbed your hair and returned you to your knees, quickly pulling the gag out of your mouth.
He pleasured himself in one hand and tugged at your hair in the other.You instinctively opened your mouth as he came - you knew he loved this. He moaned loudly, covering your face with his cum.
"You're so fucking sexy." he sighed once he was finished, breathing hard.You looked up at him, your eyes glittered with satisfaction. Making him cum was so rewarding in your mind.
"You're not done baby. You know I wouldn't let you cum too." he smirked down at you. He sat you down on the chair again, removed the cuffs from your wrist and smiled at you. He returned to you with your favorite vibrator in his hands, making your heart jump with excitement.
"Beg for it." he crouched between your legs again, his tongue moving closer and closer to your clit.
"Daddy I need it. I need to cum, please." you whined at him quietly.
"That wasn't very believable." he said teasingly, moving further away now from where you desperately needed him.
"For fucks sake daddy, please! I'm so close, I need you to make me cum. Please!" you raised your voice and your hands tangled in his hair.
"Good girl..." he whispered before kissing your clit once, replacing it with the vibrator, two fingers of his sliding into your pussy. You arched your back, immediately hit with waves of euphoria.
"Cum for me baby girl, you let me use this pussy, you let me fuck you like a dirty little slut, cum for me." he was dirty talking you, which he knew would get you closer.
The quick vibrations from the toy made you moan loudly, no longer forming words, just desperate cries and whimpers. You arched your back, cumming harshly over your husbands hands.
He didn't pull the toy away though, he kept it firmly pressed against you, making you scream his name.He pulled away and smiled. He grabbed your hand, helping you back to your feet and kissed you lovingly.
"Let's go eat dinner." he chuckled a bit, kissing your nose lightly.
