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sinfulspencer · 2 years

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I just wanna be yours

Prompt: After a night out with her friends, Reader comes home to a very excited Spencer Reid.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: Dom!Spencer, Sub!Reader, praise and degradation kink, dirty talking, pet names (princess, Doctor), light hair pulling, light breath play, light impact play (spanking), breast play (a nice word for titty sucking), oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, breeding kink

Words: 7.1k

A.N.: Thank you to @sassymoon for beta-reading this.

Closing the door of Penelope’s car, I pushed the skirt of my dress down my thighs as the cold air of the night hit my skin. I felt flushed from all the laughs and dances we had that night, but I couldn’t wait to come home and finally spend some time with my boyfriend.

I needed some time out with my friends. Spencer knew that so he didn’t complain when I told him that, after days of him not being at home because of a case, I had to leave him for a few hours.

I felt bad, but I couldn’t say no to Penelope and Emily. They bribed me with the idea of getting a delicious meal at my favourite restaurant, they knew exactly what they were doing.

After all, a few hours without him did me good - they made me desire him even more, to the point my fingers were shaking as I tried to unlock the door. I saw him when he came home, but Penelope swifted me away before I could give him a goodbye kiss.

Time away from him just increased my desperation to be in his arms, to feel his kisses all over my face and the warmth of his body pressed to mine. It was hard to be away from him knowing that he was at home waiting for me.

Once I finally managed to unlock the door, I pushed it open to find Spencer standing in the middle of the hallway with nothing on but a towel wrapped around his waist. My mouth watered at the sight. I couldn’t get tired of seeing him that way, I just loved every inch of his body too much to get bored of it.

His curls were dripping, water droplets running down his chest and down his body to melt into the white towel.

“Did you take a shower at midnight?”

Ignoring my question, Spencer’s lips twitched into a smile. “You’re all mine now.”

I placed my bag on the couch. “Is that supposed to be a threat?”

“Do you want it to be one?” - he came closer to me, keeping a hand on the edge of the towel to keep it pressed to his body - “I have no problem in…”

I didn’t let him finish, already dripping with desire for the man completely naked besides that stupid towel I needed to rip off him. Spencer welcomed me in his arms while his mouth allowed mine to cover it, kissing me like he hadn’t seen me in months even though we briefly saw each other two hours before.

I could taste the desperation on his tongue and I knew he could taste everything I craved from him that night, how my knees were already shaking before he could take off one item of clothing I had on. It wasn’t surprising for him, Spencer knew how much I loved him and how good he made me feel just by looking at me.

My hands slipped down to caress his chest, catching the drops of water that stained my clothes. The warmth of Spencer’s skin compared to the coldness of my fingers made him shiver, covering his arms in goosebumps. He didn’t say anything, kissing me back as hard as he could.

I appreciated him being quiet and not mocking me for urging him to undress me.

Spencer had other plans.

His hands never moved down from my hips, they didn’t lift my skirt and they didn’t unzip my dress on the side. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but I was ready for anything he was willing to give me.

“You look so beautiful in this dress.”

I whined against his lips when he stopped kissing me. “I’d look much better without it, I promise. Let me show you.”

The condescending laugh that came out from his lips was powerful enough to have me trembling on my own heels. The desperation oozing from my voice was embarrassing, but I didn’t care - I needed Spencer, I needed him to use me however he pleased and for how long he craved it.

I wasn’t asking for too much.

“I’m going to unwrap my welcome home gift by myself.”

Dropping on his knees, Spencer dragged his hands down my thighs. Those beautiful brown eyes stared at me with devotion while his lips pressed to my belly, over the fabric of the dress I wished I wasn’t wearing still.

“I’ve missed you so much, Spencer.”

His fingers slipped underneath the skirt, hooking under the hem of my panties before he pulled them down my legs.

“I had to take a cold shower because of you. I think that’s an obvious sign I’ve missed you too, princess.”

Chuckling, I ran my fingers through his wet curls. “I knew I should’ve stayed at home with you.”

“Don’t worry about it. We have the whole night.” - Spencer said, casting my panties to the side - “And the next few days.”

I leaned against the wall behind me, watching Spencer leave kisses up and down my thighs. His lips felt warm and soft against my skin, sending a rush of adrenaline through my blood. I loved seeing him like that, on his knees for me while caressing my body with his lips - it was so intimate, slightly sexual, and it felt so good.

It felt good to have him back home with me, it felt good to know that I was finally going to be able to have him however I wanted, wherever I wanted without feeling sad or lonely.

“I could get used to having you on your knees for me.”

Spencer gently held up my right foot, placing it on his shoulder. “Let’s see how long it takes me to have you begging me to carry you to the bedroom, shall we?”

“Don’t challenge me, pretty boy.” - I whispered, biting my bottom lip when his hands pushed the skirt up my thighs - “Now you’re not being fair.”

He shrugged, pressing a kiss on my inner thigh. “How so? I just want to eat your pretty pussy on my knees for you, princess.”

It took every ounce of my strength not to talk back because I wanted him to do that, but those dirty words and the look he gave me were almost enough to make me fold and give in to the desperation I felt my body exploding with.

There was something endearing in knowing he wanted to devour me just because he loved doing it. Sometimes he’d have me spread my legs for him on the couch, he’d get down on the floor and bury his face between my thighs just for the pleasure of it.

Spencer had always been incredibly keen in giving me pleasure with his mouth, so I didn’t stop him when I felt his tongue run over the fabric of my panties. With my hands already twisting his curls, I threw my head back against the wall and took a deep breath.

“You’re so wet for me and I barely touched you.” - Spencer muttered, dragging his index up and down the dark spot over my panties - “Now you can’t speak? Did I already make you dumb, princess?”

I whined when his finger casted my panties aside, exposing my dripping heat to his hungry eyes. I didn’t know if I could talk, my mouth felt dry and my brain was completely blank.

He knew what he was doing to me and he had just started.

Putting my foot back down on the floor, I pressed my back to the wall. Spencer hooked his fingers underneath my panties and pulled them down, leaving a trace of kisses from my inner thigh to my knee. Each kiss felt like a burning mark on my skin, rattling my insides and sparking them with desire that overwhelmed me.

It was difficult to talk or even come up with a coherent thought, because all my brain kept whispering to me was “need, need, need”. I was completely lost in my own pleasure, in my own bloodlust for him that I forgot how to communicate, how to talk, how to even breathe right.

And he barely touched me.

However, I was determined to be good for him. I wanted Spencer to know how good and perfect I could act for him.

“So pretty.” - Spencer whispered, pushing my thighs open for him to expose my dripping heat - “So wet for me.”

I shivered at his words, biting my bottom lip. “All for you, Doctor.”

“Ah, you can speak.” - he arched his brow, pressing his index right above my clit - “If you can speak, why don’t you tell me what you want?”

Frowning, I turned my eyes away from him and forced myself not to whine in frustration. Spencer knew that I was struggling, he could read my body so well. How could he ask me to speak in a moment like that? How could he ask me to spell out exactly what I wanted if I could barely focus on his voice or his finger?

However, I couldn’t disappoint him.

“Please.. You know what I want.”

Spencer swirled his index over my clit, watching me try to maintain a straight face despite the burning pleasure diffusing through my body.

“I do, but I love to hear that from you as well.” - he explained, leaning forward to leave a kiss right on my inner thigh - “You know your voice turns me on, princess.”

I was slowly, but surely losing my mind. He knew exactly what to say and what to do to have me try and talk to him: bringing him pleasure and turning him on were my favourite activities, so of course I had to force myself to speak.

“I want your tongue, Doctor.” - I felt myself blush at the choice of my words - “I need your tongue between my legs.”

Spencer furrowed his brows, looking up at me. “Sorry, what was that? What did you say you wanted from me?”

I gripped his curls even harder, but I didn’t pull them. He was making me frustrated and he could see it by the way my thighs trembled and my cheeks flushed again, but he was having fun. That cocky grin on his face made everything worse: Spencer knew I could push myself to do what I thought I couldn’t do. He was able to make me talk in the blink of an eye for his own sick pleasure.

And I loved him for pushing my limits.

“Get your mouth between my legs and get me off, Doctor.” - I whined, pulling his face closer to my heat - “I need your tongue inside of me, please.”

Spencer smiled against my inner thigh, leaving a gentle kiss over it. “That’s what I wanted to hear, good girl.”

Finally, his mouth covered my heat as a long moan escaped from my mouth. I could feel his whimpers against myself while his tongue ravished me, praised me, worshipped me to the point I almost closed my thighs around his head. It was easy to have me collapsing and it was even easier for Spencer to have me cry out in ecstasy, his name spilling from my mouth over and over.

He could control me through each motion of his tongue, as I followed his mouth with my hips. I was struggling to hold myself up against the wall, too lost in the pleasure Spencer was giving me with his tongue caressing my clit, swirling over it.

“Feels so good.” - I whimpered, slamming my left hand over the wall - “Fuck, Spencer.”

Spencer loved being called ‘Doctor’ in the bedroom, but using his own name drove him even crazier. It was like a flip being switched, as if hearing his name with the pleasure oozing from my voice turned him into a completely different person.

His tongue became relentless over my clit and index slipped inside of me, pushing deep where I needed him the most. I trembled under his attack but I didn’t quit, I didn’t ask him to get me to the bedroom no matter how hard I wanted it.

I needed to come on his tongue first, I needed Spencer to feel how wet and excited and warm I was for him - to remind him how good I was going to feel once his cock had been buried inside of me, just like how he needed it to.

My hands slipped down on his shoulders as I almost fell forward.

“What, now your legs have stopped working like your brain?” - Spencer didn’t stop his finger from moving in and out of me, talking to me through the pleasure he was giving me - “Is this really too much for you that you can’t even stand up? Now I’m not sure you’ll be able to handle what I’m going to do to you later.”

A curse escaped my lips as I struggled to get back up, leaning with my back and my shoulders pressed to the cold wall behind me. My brain was trying to form a coherent sentence, a reply to those harsh, exciting words - and the tone he used… It drove me almost over the edge.

“That’s it, good girl.” - he whispered, bringing his mouth back between my legs - “You’re so cute when you stop functioning like this. Just a blushing, whimpering mess who can only take what I’m willing to give her.”

His tongue ran over my folds, collecting the mess he created with his own saliva and my essence. I felt my heart beating fast against my ribcage, the blood rushing up to my brain and back down in my lower abdomen.

My fingers grasped his shoulders, leaving red welts in their wake. I had no

“My adorable fucktoy.”

And as soon as the words vibrated against me, the orgasm took over me. I felt my insides melt at the sound of his grunts pressed to my heat and the pleasure expanded through me, burning through each cell. My knees trembled and I grasped the small dresser by my side, scratching the wooden surface.

“Spencer, fuck.”

I couldn’t say anything else.

My mouth whispered a chorus of words that resembled his name, until I was completely spent against the wall. The rocky surface was scratching my back, but I was so lost in my own pleasure I didn’t even realise Spencer pulled away from me.

He was looking at me with those plump, red lips. They were wet with my essence and his tongue was collecting it, tasting it.

“Oh don’t mind me, I’m just admiring my partner from down here.” - Spencer said with a smile, teasing me with another kiss on my knee - “This is why I love having an eidetic memory, you know.”

Catching my brain, I looked down at him and met his intense gaze. I wasn’t sure of his intention, but I thought he wasn’t done with me - and I was right, because as soon as I managed to smile at him, his mouth covered my heat again.

That time, without wasting time and without hesitation, Spencer pushed another finger inside of me and pressed his digits against my pulse point inside of me. The action caught me off card as I slammed my hand over the dresser, again.

“Fuck! T-this is too much.”

It was too much.

“Oh, is it too much? Do you want me to stop, princess? I thought you could take another orgasm, since you seemed so desperate to come a few seconds ago.”

Again, that condescending tone spread a warmth through my chest. It was obvious I didn’t want him to stop, I had been waiting for so long to be able to come because of his mouth - or any part of his body.

“Spencer, I can…”

Spencer pulled away from my heat, watching his saliva drip down his hand. “Of course you can take it, because you’re my good girl. And you don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”

I nodded my head with the tears staining my cheeks. “Y-Yes. I’m a g-good girl.”

He cooed, slowing the movements of his fingers down. “Tonight I’m going to give you everything you want. Do you know why?”

My right hand grabbed his wrist, trying to push his hand to go faster. “Because I d-deserve it.”

“That’s right, princess. I’m going to spoil you rotten.”

“Like always.” - I joked, breathing hard when his fingers stroked me again from the inside - “Fuck… I’ve missed you.”

Spencer didn’t need to answer my words. He told me he missed me by bringing his mouth back to where I wanted. His lips wrapped around my clit and he sucked it gently, curling his fingers inside of me just to hear the strangled sound of his name slip from my lips.

I barely pushed my hip forward when Spencer used his free hand to keep me pressed to the wall, moaning against my heat.

“Don’t you dare move your hips, princess.”

My legs started to cramp as soon as Spencer went back to his delicious torture, dragging his tongue up and down my clit while his fingers kept their relentless pace in and out of me. I didn’t want to whine, I didn’t want to get him to take me to our bedroom but I couldn’t stand up.

He was right, I just couldn’t.

“Spencer, s-stop.”

My words echoed in the living room and immediately, Spencer took out his fingers pulled away from my heat.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” were his questions

Shaking my head, I leaned forward. “No, my love. I just… Bedroom?”

It took a few seconds for Spencer to understand what was going on. He stared at me, blinking, but when he realised that my words were showing him that he won, he laughed. He was right, I couldn’t take it. I needed to lay down, no matter how much I loved seeing him on his knees for me.

The sound reverberated through my tired muscles and my throbbing heart, as I joined him by laughing.

“Let’s go, princess.”

Holding out his hand, I grabbed it and helped him get back on his feet. My eyes wandered on the obvious bulge underneath the white towel and I was tempted to remind him of it, but I was pretty sure Spencer was frustrated and needed to touch himself.

He loved eating me out, and sometimes he even came untouched because of it.

His body amazed me everytime.

Unzipping my dress before we reached the bedroom, Spencer took it off and left it on the dresser near our bed. I didn’t wear my bra, a choice that I was definitely going to be punished for the next day, but Spencer didn’t complain when he saw me completely naked.

He had the chance to touch my breasts without wasting too much time with the buttons of my bra.

“You look so fucking beautiful. I can’t wait to ruin you.”

I laid down on the bed, spreading my legs without hesitation. “Then, get back at it. My pussy is waiting.”

Spencer dropped his white towel on the floor, allowing me to get a glimpse of his beauty while my whole body shuddered. He looked absolutely gorgeous with his messy curls, still wet from the shower, and his hard dick begging for my attention, for my touch, for my warmth.

I couldn’t wait to give myself up to Spencer.

Settling back between my legs, Spencer spread my folds with the tip of his fingers and brought his mouth right over my clit. I grasped the bedsheets and closed my eyes, feeling a rush of adrenaline burn through my body.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” - Spencer moaned, pushing his fingers back inside of me - “I could stay here for the whole night.”

I ran my fingers through his curls. “Maybe tomorrow. I need your dick tonight.”

Chuckling at my eagerness, Spencer went back to his actions and focused on my swollen clit. His fingers followed the pace of his tongue around my folds, pushing me closer to my second orgasm of the night. Breathing in and out through my nose, I focused on the vibrations against my core, on the way Spencer pushed his hips against the bed.

He was grinding, he was seeking some kind of friction because he was so hard.

Spencer was hard because he was eating me out. He took pleasure in giving it to me.

I could feel myself slowly drifting off towards the pleasure he was blessing me with, but I wasn’t just there yet. There was something missing.

“I’m going to fuck you nice and well, I promise. I will make sure you’ll feel me inside of you for days. And when you’ll be alone, thinking about me, you’ll still feel my cock fucking your pretty pussy.”

There it was.

Crying out his name in pure pleasure, Spencer nursed the second orgasm out of me with a loud chuckle and that stupid, arrogant smirk on those perfect lips. His fingers stroked me hard and his mouth devoured me, showed me no mercy as I shuddered and whimpered over the bed.

I threw my head back, breathing hard through my nose while releasing all my tension from my fingers into the sheets. I loved when he was cocky and I loved even more when he couldn’t help himself, but to grind against the bed because he craved to see me in pleasure.

“That’s it, princess. Such a good girl for me.”

His fingers slowed down, but he didn’t pull them out. Each time he pressed against my pulse point, I whimpered and he smiled.

“T-Thank you, Doctor.”

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet.”

Spencer pulled his fingers out of my dripping heat and pushed them inside my mouth, watching me close my lips around his digits. My taste on his fingers was intoxicating, probably because of the way Spencer was staring at me and smirking because he made me lose the challenge.

We were in the bedroom, my favourite place to be ruined in.

So, in some twisted way, I won too.

“You taste delicious, don’t you?”

I nodded, gasping when his fingers nearly hit the back of my throat. Spencer didn’t move; he just kept watching me as I sucked his digits, making sure I was cleaning them off my essence before he could use them again for who knows what.

He brought his other hand to my neck, watching me as I closed my eyes in hope I’d feel his fingers squeezing my throat. Spencer seemed to understand my silent order and wrapped his hand around my neck, tightening his grip on it.

“Open your mouth, princess.”

His fingers were still filling my mouth, but I did as he asked me to. I opened my mouth and Spencer pulled out his fingers, dragging them down my chest. It didn’t take long for him to lean forward and spit right into my mouth, watching me as my eyes grew wider and my heart started pounding in my chest.

I swallowed without thinking, knowing that he would’ve asked me to do it. Spencer shook his head and brought his other hand between my legs, laying down on top of me.

“So eager to please me. Did you miss me this much?”

I nodded again, bringing both my hands to his face. “Yes. Yes, I did. I came home earlier than usual with an excuse because I needed to be with you.”

Spencer cooed, pressing a quick kiss on my lips. “I can’t believe you asked Penelope to take you home earlier because you wanted my dick. You really are a sweet fucktoy when it comes to me, are you?”

“Yes, Doctor.” was all I could say

I didn’t even know if that’s what came out of my lips, I was too focused on the way his mouth started to travel down my jaw and my neck. Spencer’s hands caressed my inner thighs before he brought them back up, covering my breasts and squeezing them gently.

I didn’t know if Spencer was holding back for some reason, but I needed him to hurt me. I had been good so he had no reason to hurt me, but I needed it - at that moment, I craved the pain shooting through my body mixed with the intense pleasure Spencer has always been able to give me.

I didn’t want Spencer to get mad at me, but I knew exactly how to receive the treatment I was seeking.

“Are you going to fuck me now, Doctor? Please?” - I asked, closing my legs around his waist - “I’ve been so good for you, I deserve your dick. Please.”

Spencer’s nose twitched as he raised my hips so that he could settle between my legs, feeling my desperation drip through every single one of my words. His hands prodded my thighs open and his right one covered my heat, brushing his fingers against my entrance.

“That’s not enough. Beg for it.”

I wanted to smack him behind the head for forcing me to talk when he knew exactly how difficult it was for me to form a coherent sentence. His fingers were teasing my clit, gently shaking my heat and making my legs tremble at the delicious stinging pain that diffused through my lower abdomen.

“Doctor, please ruin me.”

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my thighs, almost making me yelp.

“I wanna look wrecked for you. I know how much you love it when my hair is messy and my makeup all smeared.” - I decided to go in the direction I knew was going to get him to fuck me - “Don’t you wanna see me all pretty for you? Your best fucktoy all wrecked because of you?”

Rolling my hips to meet his, I could feel how hard he was getting because of my words, because he knew how much I wanted him and how good I would be able to make him feel.

“I felt so empty all night, that’s why I came home earlier.”

A frustrated sigh fell from my lips when Spencer grabbed the base of his cock and brushed it against my wet folds, still not giving me what I needed. He was being difficult and a bitch, but God did I love that man.

“Please, I need you inside of me. I want to feel so full of you until I can’t think of anything besides the way your cock is stretching me.”

“Such dirty words for such a pretty princess.” - Spencer whispered, tapping the head of his cock against my clit - “You really are a desperate fucktoy, aren’t you?”

I nodded with my eyes settled on his face, trying to push my hips forward so that Spencer could hopefully give in to the warmth I could provide him. I grasped the wooden headboard behind my head when I saw Spencer kneeling closer to my inner thighs.

And when I finally felt his cock entering me, I was gone.

Completely, utterly gone for the man between my legs.

A strangled moan escaped my lips as I struggled to keep my eyes open, but I wanted to admire Spencer’s features softening as soon as he was buried to the hilt inside of me. I wanted to see his lips twitch into a satisfied smile, I wanted to see his eyes struggling to stare at me through this blissed-fucked out state we were both in.

I wanted Spencer to feel at home right where he was, inside of me.

“Finally.”

Spencer chuckled, looking down at me and laying on top of me. His chest was pressed to mine, his mouth was leaving kisses on my chin as he took a few seconds to enjoy the position we were in.

He was inside of me. He was at home.

“Yeah? Is this what you wanted?”

I nodded, cradling my hands up to his face. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this ever since I saw you before leaving tonight.”

“Then, I guess I’ll just give you what you want.”

Covering my mouth with a kiss, Spencer towered on top of me and slowly started to move his hips against mine. I could only kiss him back, taking everything he was willing to give me and scratching his shoulders to release the tension already building within me.

His whimpers melted into my mouth, sending shivers down my spine. Knowing he was getting pleasure from my body, made me burn with even more desire than I thought would be possible. There was something ethereal in knowing the man on top of me was feeling good because of me.

“Look at me while I own you.”

His words caught me off guard as I nodded, looking up at him. Those chocolate eyes were showing me tenderness, passion, devotion, love - emotions that I only felt for him and with him.

“Mine.” - Spencer whispered on my lips, sliding his right hand under my thigh to lift it - “All mine.”

“Yours.”

His movements were still slow, calculated and deep exactly how I liked them. No matter how much we wanted each other, we loved to take it slow. We wanted to see our faces melting due to the pleasure, our bodies collapsing against one another before we joined together to reach that state of haziness and bliss we craved.

Spencer grabbed my left hand and pinned it to the mattress, kissing me again. I gave in to the pleasure, pouring my heart and my lust for Spencer into the kiss while rolling my hips to meet his.

However, I wanted more.

Though the loving atmosphere turned me on, I needed more. I hadn’t forgotten the teasing pics he sent me while he was working, so it was time for me to return the favour by teasing him in a way he wouldn’t have appreciated it.

“Fuck me harder, Doctor.” - I whispered on his lips, intertwining my fingers with his - “Or is this all you’ve got? I can barely feel a thing.”

The look Spencer gave me was enough to make me come right there and then. His pupils dilated at the sound of my words and the grip he had on my hand tightened, almost making my heart throb in fear.

“What?”

I raised my hips, closing my legs around his waist. “Can’t you fuck me harder, Doctor? Or are you getting too old for that?”

Spencer took a deep breath, but didn’t pull away from me. Instead, he brought me closer to his body as if he wanted to be inside of me as deep as he could - but we couldn’t get closer than that.

“Turn around.”

I blinked, confused by his request. “What?”

“Turn around, princess.” - Spencer whispered, releasing my calves so I could move - “On all fours, ass up. Now.”

My blood ran cold at his request, but I didn’t dare disobey. After all, I brought this down to myself. I was the master of my own fate, it was my fault he got pissed off - and I loved every second of it, no matter how frustrating he was going to act.

“You think you’re brave enough and that you can talk to me like this without consequences?”

Once I was in the position he requested, Spencer placed both my hands on my waist. I didn’t know what to expect, but definitely not that. I thought he was going to deny me an orgasm, but he was actually denying me the chance of seeing his pretty face.

It wasn’t a punishment.

It was a catastrophe.

“Did you forget who owns you?”

I shook my head, gripping the bed sheets. “No. No, of course not Doctor.”

“I think you did, so let me remind you.”

Spencer brought his right hand between my legs, brushing his thumb over my sensitive clit. I whimpered at the sensation and closed my eyes, feeling my knees already trembling at the contact.

Before I could cry out his name, Spencer pulled his hand away and brought it back in the form of a very light slap. I could barely feel it, but my body responded to the impact with a soft whine.

Then, his left hand left a red mark right below my ass. My skin started to burn just in time for another slap between my legs, making me tingle everywhere. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I loved the effect it had on me - and it certainly reminded me of one of the reasons why I was so in love with Spencer.

He knew my body better than anyone, including myself.

“Spencer, I’m sorry.”

Spencer didn’t care, marking me once again between my legs and right below my thighs. I was positively sure I had marks all over my skin, but I didn’t dare to move. My whole body was on fire and Spencer was right behind me, he would’ve forced me to stay still while I accepted my own fate.

“Now you’re sorry?”

The palm of his hand connected with my clit once again, slapping it slightly harder than before but still gently. I felt it more than the first hit and it felt even better, almost to the point I collapsed on my elbows.

“Yes. Yes! I am sorry.”

Losing the grip on the bed sheets, I fell with my face down on the pillow. Spencer brought me back up with his left hand, forcing his fingers to squeeze the sides of my neck in order to keep me still.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, princess. Now, be a good girl for me and don’t move. You’ll take this for as long as I please.”

I didn’t know for how long he kept slapping my clit and my ass, but I lost count after the first two smacks. I was so lost in my own soreness and pleasure that I forgot how to breathe, how to whisper his name, how to stop myself from falling down on the bed.

My skin was tingling and the stinging pain was bringing me closer to the edge, even though it wasn’t enough. There was something missing and it was obvious what it was, but I never dared to speak.

After all, it was my stupid fault.

“Are you sore?”

I didn’t need to answer, Spencer was staring at the results of his punishment. My skin was covered in red bruises that were going to sting for days and I was a mess, crying tears of frustration and pleasure while sweating because of the tension building up but never being released within me.

Everything felt heightened.

Even the gentle caress over my skin felt like a tongue of fire touching me.

“I guess you are.”

Spencer pulled his hand away and grabbed his cock again, pushing it through my dripping folds. I didn’t know if the position or the slaps turned me on more, but it was probably a mix of everything: Spencer’s grunts, his hands touching me, his fingers hitting me… all at once.

He pressed the head of his cock against me, before dragging it to my clit.

“Spencer, please.”

Helpless, I turned around. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was watching me.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I promise, I was just joking.” - I said, hoping my words made sense - “I just wanted you to fuck me harder.”

His gaze burned on my skin the same way my desire was burning for him.

“You should’ve thought about that before pretending to be tough, princess.” - he leaned forward, kissing my bare shoulder - “But I think you’ve understood your lesson now, haven’t you?”

Spencer didn’t give me enough time to answer because he finally thrusted inside of me again, filling me up to the point I didn’t know where I ended and he began. Like two pieces of a puzzle coming together.

I wasn’t sure I deserved to feel good after teasing him that way, but I wasn’t going to reject Spencer’s kindness. No, I needed to feel him come inside of me and own me like he always did.

“Yes. Yes, I did.” - I mumbled, falling with my face on the pillow - “Please, just…”

“You want to come, princess? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

That mocking tone made me shiver as I tried to nod, barely able to lift my head. Spencer took that gesture as a yes and he began to fill me up again, thrusting at a quick pace. I couldn’t even catch my own breath, but I didn’t care - he was doing exactly what I asked, so I couldn’t complain.

I didn’t want to, too scared that he might deny me the pleasure of coming.

Spencer slid his right hand on my shoulder, pressing my body back against his while he buried himself inside of me with a long, deep thrust. I was a puddle of whines and pants, too lost in the pleasure of being owned to care about the pathetic sounds reverberating inside that room.

“Can’t even hold your fucking body up.” - Spencer whispered, pressing a taunting kiss behind my neck - “Are you already exhausted, princess? You can’t speak and you can’t move, you’re fucking pathetic. I thought you could take this and be good for me, but I guess I was wrong.”

My hands immediately flew on top of his, in a desperate attempt to tell him that I could do anything he wanted. Spencer got the memo, but he wasn’t willing to stop degrading me - on the contrary, it pushed him to do his worst.

And God, did I love every second of it.

“You act like you can take my cock, but you’re trembling. You’re just a pathetic princess who thinks with her cunt, aren’t you?”

I whined in response, grasping his hands before he slapped mine away.

“You’re lucky I love you too much to stop right now.” - he said, putting both his hands on my hips - “Come for me, or you won’t get to come at all.”

My whole body shuddered at his words, as if a flip had been switched: the idea of not being able to come after so much pent-up tension made me frown, so I forced myself to reach that peak quickly. It wasn’t difficult, Spencer trained me for that task: each time he would ask me to come, my body would follow his order and bring him the satisfaction of knowing he was the only one who could make me do this.

And like all the other times, I came with a loud sob.

The sounds were muffled against the pillow, but Spencer seemed satisfied. My body was gripping his cock like a vice and I knew he was close. Despite my muscles clenching hard around him and my brain completely shutting down, I could still feel him twitching inside of me.

“That’s it, so responsive for me.” - Spencer cooed, nuzzling his face against my neck - “So warm, so tight around my cock. You really missed me, huh?”

My arms were trembling and so were my thighs, but I didn’t dare to move. My muscles were on fire, but Spencer deserved to feel good - he deserved to come inside of me, to make me his every single time he had the chance to.

However, he didn’t agree with me that night.

“Even if you missed me that much, princess, you don’t deserve to feel me come inside of you after what you said.”

I grasped the bedsheets, whimpering a ‘no’.

“Only good girls get to be bred. And you were not one of them tonight.”

And just like that, Spencer pulled out while a loud groan fell from my mouth. His warm essence spilled all over my thighs, right between my legs but not where I wanted him the most. The frustration mixed with the dizziness of the orgasm I experienced were too much, as I collapsed onto the bed.

Spencer whimpered as he touched himself, finishing where I didn’t want him to. I didn’t need to turn around, I knew he had that arrogant, cocky smirk I loved to see painted on his lips.

“You should see the mess I’ve made on you, princess.”

‘Bitch’ was the only thing I could say, hiding my face in the pillow and squeezing my thighs together as I felt his cum drip down on my skin. I hated not being able to feel him come inside of me, that was the worst punishment he could ever give me - however, I deserved, I knew it.

But… that didn’t mean I would stop pouting, or I wouldn’t get my revenge.

“How about I take a picture, so you will remember what you did tonight and what the results were?” - Spencer asked, giving me another kiss on my bare shoulder, and he jumped off the bed to grab my phone - “I know you’re pouting!”

I didn’t move, waiting for his return. I was pouting and I wasn’t going to stop until I felt his warm come inside of me.

Spencer finally came back and I barely saw the flash when he took the picture. He leaned forward and helped me turn around, before giving me a love pinch of my waist. Every muscle in my body was hurting and I was exhausted.

“Oh, don’t pout. You know it’s not going to work with me.”

I stared at him, covering my naked body with the bedsheets. “You… bitch.”

“Am I the bitch?” - Spencer asked, raising his brows - “Are you sure it’s me?”

I threw on him his own pillow, hiding my grin. “Yes. You.”

He frowned, leaning forward. “I don’t think I’m a bitch, I’m just fair. You, on the other hand…”

Spencer kissed my forehead and laid on the bed, keeping a hand over my belly and the other one under my cheek. He was looking at me, making sure I was okay after we just did - but I was more than okay. I was deeply satisfied and sexually blessed.

“Thank you, Doctor.”

His nose bumped against mine. “You did so well for me tonight.”

I struggled to move my arm, but I managed to place my hand on his cheek. “Thank you. I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

“You bruised my ego, but I guess I needed it to be extra rough with you.” - Spencer replied, chuckling when I rolled my eyes - “Listen, I know you like when I’m rough but it doesn’t come natural to me. It does when you taunt me and you do.”

“I got what I wanted.” - I answered, giving him another kiss on the lips - “I can’t believe you picked the worst punishment ever.”

He traced a circle around my belly button, before sliding his hand between my legs. “I know I can make it better, if you let me.”

Spencer didn’t need to ask.

“I’m so glad you’re home, Doctor.”

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sinfulspencer · 7 months

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Bad Behaviour

Prompt: Reader is being a brat. Spencer teaches her a lesson.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: dom/sub undertones (Dom!Spencer, Sub!Reader), verbal degradation, dirty talking, praise kink, hair pulling, light breath play, boot grinding, pet names (the pet name is actually ‘pet’ but there’s NO pet play involved), fingering, oral sex (female receiving), overstimulation, unprotected sex, rough sex, breeding kink, creampie

Words: 10.3k

A.N.: Me and my horniness. No apologies. Also this is a repost, because apparently last year I couldn't upload the fic properly; it just removed all the descriptions and only left the dialogues.. Now everything should be fine.

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When Spencer Reid gets mad, he doesn’t shout.

He doesn’t yell, he doesn’t scream out in anger, he doesn’t do anything.

Spencer just stands there, acting like nothing has happened, but with a deathly glare that tells you exactly what happened.

The look on his face, the way his fingers tighten their grip on his pen or whatever he has in his hands, the light huffs coming out from those plump lips, that jaw tight shut, the vein on his neck gets more evident – all signs of his clear anger, pure rage running through his bloodstream.

I only saw Spencer angry because of tough cases or particular students who decided to annoy him beyond the point of no return, and I could barely survive through his anger because he was scary. He didn’t make me want to run away, obviously, but I tried my best to never make him angry.

Until the night of our anniversary arrived.

I didn’t know what happened to me that morning. I didn’t know if it was the way he kissed me that woke up something in me, I didn’t know if it was the warmth of his body pressed to my back and his lips leaving open-mouthed kisses down my neck, I didn’t know if it was the tight grip on my hips that left bruises on my skin for the whole day.

Something, clearly, pushed me to act like this.

I knew it was wrong and I knew it was dangerous, but I couldn’t help it. It was our first year anniversary dinner and I just wanted to have fun, to spend the whole night underneath him or however he wanted to have me – and I couldn’t care less about his anger.

Spencer spent our whole dinner with his hand on my thigh, occasionally gripping it to warn me to stop my actions. I didn’t want to listen, so I just didn’t – and kept on kissing him, I kept pushing his hand up to reach my panties, I whispered to him all the things I wanted to do to him once we got home. I even flirted with the waiter just to see Spencer’s reaction, but he didn’t react.

No, he was stoic.

He acted like a statue, barely moving when I opened my mouth or I tried to kiss him. I didn’t blame him, he knew I was trying to tease him. How could he blame me, though?

I wanted to have fun with my boyfriend. I wanted him to manhandle me, to spend the whole night making love to him, to ruin his pretty skin with my teeth and my nails, to run my fingers through his hair and pull it, to feel him whispering my name on my lips as he took control of my body and owned me until I couldn’t even remember who I was.

Maybe I pushed it too far, maybe I needed to stop.

Maybe I needed to realise that Spencer wasn’t touching me because he was angry. It wasn’t a hypothetical sentence, Spencer was really angry because of my attitude but for some reasons, I couldn’t care any less – I was willing to accept any punishment, anything he wanted to do to me as long as I could feel his hands on my body again.

I missed them more than anything.

However, my fingers didn’t agree with what my mind said because they made their way underneath my skirt without hesitation. The seatbelt laid uncomfortably against my stomach as I spread my legs just enough to catch Spencer’s attention, but his eyes never left the road.

“If you’re not going to touch me, I’ll do it myself.”

Spencer didn’t threaten to leave me high and dry, but I had a feeling that he wanted to do that when I tried to cop a feel on him. It wasn’t my fault my boyfriend was extremely gorgeous and he turned me on, I couldn’t keep my hands to myself – and Spencer knew that, he took advantage of that and used my neediness, my strong desire for him to mock me and remind me of what a pathetic greedy slut I was.

I couldn’t deny it, he was right in every aspect.

I was greedy because each time he gave me something, I asked for more. I was pathetic because he could lift one finger and he’d have me on his knees for him, mouth wide open and tongue ready to welcome him. I was a slut because the more I looked at my boyfriend, the more I needed him inside of me.

“Go ahead, pet. Touch yourself.”

His words didn’t sound like encouragement, they were a threat. I didn’t care, I pretended like they were an encouragement and pushed my panties down my legs before stuffing them inside Spencer’s right pocket.

If Spencer wanted to stop me from disobeying, he would’ve done it in the blink of an eye. He would’ve stopped the car somewhere, he would’ve forced me in the back and he would’ve spanked me until I couldn’t do anything but whisper ‘sorry sir’.

If Spencer wanted me to touch myself for his own greed, he would’ve ordered me to and I would’ve compiled without hesitation. Touching myself right in front of him was one of my favourite activities, because I could see every speck of desire appear in his eyes and spread through every cell in his body – until he couldn’t take it anymore, and touched me himself.

His words were in the middle, they were an encouragement to see how far I would’ve pushed myself and how quickly I would’ve gotten into trouble for actually touching myself. I didn’t care, I wanted to feel good and the only way to get there was to use my fingers – because he clearly didn’t want to use his.

“I’m so wet, sir.” – I whispered, cupping my sex with a hand – “It’s all your fault. You made me wet.”

“Is that so?” – Spencer asked, briefly glancing at me before turning to the road – “I didn’t do anything, pet. I just ate while I talked to you about our future trip to Venice.”

Humming, I traced my clit with the tip of my index. “You know how much I love your voice, how much it affects me, sir. I can’t wait to hear it really close to my ear, it would drive me crazy.”

He shook his head and tried his best not to look at me when the lewd sounds of my fingers dipping into my heat caught his attention, but I could see the devilish smirk on his lips. I could see the pink of his tongue poking out and swipe over his bottom lip, I could see how affected he was by the fact that he wasn’t touching me.

There are few sets of rules in the Reid household.

The most important one is very simple: do not touch yourself if not allowed.

Spencer clearly allowed me to touch myself because he said the words, but his mind was screaming at me not to – I knew him better than I knew my own body. I could easily recognize the sign of a man breaking down because he gave an order that clearly went against his own rules – and oh, did that turn me even more on.

“Are you sure you don’t want to feel me, sir? Don’t you miss how I feel so tight and warm around you?”

Spencer didn’t look at me, but he shook his head again. “Yes, I’m sure. Keep going, pet.”

I closed my eyes, dreaming about those slender fingers on the steering wheels pushing in and out inside of me. I tried to remember the feeling of his fingers knuckle-deep inside of me, how the warmth in my body spread through my lower half, how his teeth left little marks on my neck while he fingered me from behind.

Spencer was a talent with his hands, he knew exactly how and where to touch to get me to comply – so I missed those fingers. I missed those hands marking me, owning me, showing me that no one in the world could make me feel so fucking good – not even myself, not even those stupid toys, not even the images of his body pressed to mine.

“Does that feel good, pet?” – Spencer asked, catching my attention as I nodded – “Yeah? Better than fingers or my cock? Do you prefer your pathetic little hands?”

I didn’t want to disappoint him by keeping quiet, so I let a river of moans come out of my lips. “No, of course not, sir.”

“Then, why are you moaning like a slut? Do you feel that good?”

Whining at his remark, I closed my eyes again and rolled my hips against my own right hand. “Because I’m touching myself while looking at you. I’m dreaming of you doing this to me, sir.”

“Ah, always thinking of me. How sweet.” – Spencer said, making sure to never brush against me even when he had to touch the shift gear – “Do you miss my fingers, pet? Do you miss how they stretched you open, preparing you for my cock?”

“Yes, sir. I do.” – I bit my bottom lip, inserting a third finger inside of me with ease – “Please, I... Stop the car and touch me properly, sir. I need you so fucking badly.”

Obviously he wasn’t going to budge, but I had to ask.

Spencer went silent as the lewd sounds of my fingers dipping in and out of my heat echoed inside the car. I couldn’t stop moaning and rolling my hips, trying to come up with different ways on how to tease Spencer and beg him to actually touch me – but he never looked at me. He was too busy driving, touching the steering wheel and letting his fingers dance all over the leather.

I couldn’t even breathe.

Pumping my fingers at a quick pace, I realised how close I was to coming. Spencer must’ve noticed my thighs shaking, because he gave me one single look – and in that moment, I understood how fucked I was. The anger, the jealousy, the annoyance was already running through his bloodstream – and it was reaching the point of no return, a point that elicited a long loud moan from my lips.

“C-Close... Please, sir. Can I come?” – I asked through sobs, feeling my body tingling with desire – “I need it.”

I didn’t know if Spencer appreciated me telling him I was close to my orgasm – I was hoping it would soften the edges once we got home from the restaurant, but Spencer never dared to look at me. He kept his beautiful honey coloured eyes on the road and drove, a little bit faster than before. Or maybe it was my head spinning too quickly.

“Do you want to come, pet? Do you want to come all over your pathetic little fingers for me?” – Spencer asked in a low tone, sliding his hand down the steering wheel without touching me – “Do you need to come so fucking badly you can’t even give me the decency to wait until we got home?”

I nodded again, whining loudly. “P-Please?”

I tried to slow down the pace of my fingers, but the desire ripping through my body didn’t allow me that. I squeezed my thighs together and I threw my head back, whining my boyfriend’s name in hope that he would grant me the wish I asked so gently, so beautifully.

Spencer didn’t, but only because he changed his whole behaviour.

He put his right hand between my legs and closed it around my right wrist, pushing it away. My heart skipped a beat at the sight in front of me, I was completely overwhelmed by what was happening that I barely had the time to realise it. I whimpered at the loss of my own fingers from my heat, but I soon gasped when Spencer replaced them with his own.

“You don’t get to make yourself come. Only I do.”

Spencer’s voice reached my ears loud and clear, leaving me to pant his name over and over again. The windows of the car were foggy, my wet fingers were stuffed in my mouth as I tried not to squirm. Spencer made sure to remind me how good his fingers felt in comparison to mine, pressing his digits on that soft indentation inside of me – that delicious spot that made me curl my toes in pleasure.

“Y-Yes, sir.”

I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe.

All I could do in that moment was to take his fingers, clench hard around him and remind him that he was going to get this – and much more – once we got home. I didn’t know how Spencer managed to drive with one hand and fingering me with the other, but again, I was so lost in my own pleasure to not focus on anything else but me.

Spencer curled his fingers inside of me, pressing again on that spot that made me squeeze hard around him. I could see the shadow of a smirk on that cocky, arrogant face – I could feel his ego being boosted through the roof, but honestly, I didn’t care. Spencer knew he was good at fingering, there was no denying.

“This pussy belongs to me, pet. Understood?”

“Yes, s-sir.”

Pressing the palm of his hand against my clit, Spencer gave me that one last push I needed. With a loud cry and a few sobs, I jumped over the edge of the desire and let the orgasm wash through me for the second time in a row. All the pleasure settled behind my belly button, the blood rushed up to my ears again as I felt Spencer whisper.

“That’s my good pet. You did such a good job.”

The adrenaline didn’t leave my body until his fingers slowly made their way out of me. The result of my desire pooled between my legs and I couldn’t even close my thighs together, still shaking. I was desperate to wrap them around his waist, I needed him to make them tremble again – I just needed Spencer to be close to me.

And I wanted to say it out loud, but my mouth got filled by his fingers.

The same fingers that were inside of me a few seconds before.

Spencer didn’t even look at me. “Clean up your mess, little pet. And tell me how you taste.”

I brought my hands on his wrist, closing my lips around his fingers and made sure to lick them clean. I swirled my tongue on the tip of his fingers and moaned at the taste, squeezing my legs as the desire took over me again. I didn’t know why Spencer allowed me to come, I didn’t know if he was still angry but I didn’t care.

At that moment, I just wanted to please him and thank him for making me come.

“Thank you sir.” – I whispered, pressing a soft kiss on each of his fingers – “I taste so good.”

“I know you do, pet.” – Spencer told me, pulling his hand away from me – “Now stay still and behave for me. I’m not done with you yet.”

I knew we barely started our night and I was so eager to find out all the other fun things he had in store for me, so I behaved like a good pet. I sat on my seat with my thighs still trembling, my eyes staring at him the whole time as Spencer drove home as fast as he could.

He was just as impatient and eager to have me.

I was impressed by his self-control and his stoic composure, but there were a few details that I would’ve missed if I hadn’t looked at him the whole time. He kept tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, he stroked his own thigh with his left hand but he never dared to look at me.

Probably because if he did, he would’ve stopped the car and ordered me to ride his thigh or his cock until he came inside of me, filling me so deeply I wouldn’t have been able to stand on my own feet. I wouldn’t have minded that, because that’s exactly what I was craving the most.

Spencer parked the car right in front of the flat complex and unbuckled his belt, turning the music off. I didn’t even hear the music playing in the background as he used his fingers on me, I was so focused on the feeling and the pleasure building inside of me.

“Go on. Run inside.”

I struggled to unbuckle my belt. “Yes, sir.”

Spencer grabbed me by the chin, forcing me to look at him. Those universe coloured eyes stared into mine as if I was his most precious possession – and I was. I could see the love behind them, the longing he felt, the desire to have me that was slowly creeping through him.

I wanted to kiss him so bad, so I did – but Spencer pulled away before the kiss could deepen. His eyes softened up at my kiss, but I knew that this wasn’t going to change the fact that I misbehaved the whole night. Spencer wasn’t going to budge, he wasn’t going to be easy on me – and honestly, I couldn’t fucking wait.

“You should be scared of what I’m going to do to you.” – Spencer whispered on my lips, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip – “Go on, little pet.”

His threat didn’t go unnoticed, but I was too eager to have him to understand.

Also, I didn’t care. I would’ve greedily accepted anything he wanted to do to me, as long as he granted one look, one kiss, one brief moment where he shared his unconditional love for me with me.

Spencer got out of the car a few seconds after me, following me up the stairs and keeping his eyes on my skirt the whole time. I tried my best not to lift it while I was walking, even though I would’ve loved to tease him some more – but maybe Spencer was already observing my bare skin underneath the skirt.

“Don’t look under my skirt, perv.” – I giggled, reaching the door of his apartment – “You’re such a bad boy.”

Spencer shook his head, crossing his arms to his chest. “Sorry, it will happen again.”

Holding back a laugh, I watched him open the door of his house and walked in first. I didn’t know if I was allowed to sit on the couch or anywhere in his apartment, but I decided I was – and made my way towards the bedroom, knowing that he would’ve appreciated my cooperation.

After all, I knew exactly what he wanted me to do.

Somehow.

Spencer didn’t follow me to the bedroom at first, he let me go without too much of a fuss. He stopped inside the bathroom while I sat on the edge of his bed, his favourite place to devour me with my legs over his shoulders and his face buried between my thighs.

I could hear the sound of the water running inside the sink, but I tried not to think too much about it.

I pushed my skirt down my legs and took off my top, folding my clothes over the nightstand on the right. I was completely naked for Spencer and I wasn’t sure he would’ve appreciated the sight, given the fact that his anger was still clear in his body – I realised it because he closed the door a little too loudly than usual, and his footsteps were louder.

I knew this night wasn’t going to start with him calling me a ‘good little pet’.

I didn’t care, I was excited anyway.

Spencer never showed me his meaner side in the bedroom, but tonight was the perfect night for him to let loose – and finally give me an insight on the dark and twisted mind of the man I loved more than anything in my life. A man that brought me so much happiness and joy.

Spencer came out of the bathroom and finally walked inside of the bedroom, managing to look absolutely ravishing while doing nothing much. His shirt was unbuttoned, showing off the delicious skin of his chest that was soon going to be covered in little red and blue marks.

I was jealous of how gorgeous he looked without even trying.

“I’m going to sit right here now.” – Spencer pointed at the chair next to the window – “And I’m not going to touch you until you hump my boot nice and well.”

My eyes immediately landed on the black boots Spencer was wearing. I nodded my head without hesitation, already embarrassed because of the mess I was absolutely positive going to make all over the black leather. I was going to do anything in my power to let him know that I was excited for him to touch me again, that I needed his fingers and his mouth and his cock all over me.

Spencer sat down on the chair with his legs slightly parted and he pointed to his right boot. He looked so fucking beautiful under the faint lights of the moon filtering through the window and the salt lamp on his nightstand. I felt so lucky to have a man like him in my life, cherishing me and loving me so hard and so deeply I could hardly remember all the people that came before him.

“Come on, little pet.”

I got up from the bed, still completely naked, and kneeled exactly where he wanted me to. His eyes never left my face and I was grateful he was looking at me, because I was starting to miss him – he knew that I couldn’t obey him unless he looked at me. Spencer knew how much it meant to me to have his eyes on my face the whole time, adding to the humiliation of grinding against him without him doing anything.

This was Spencer’s favourite way to humiliate me.

Forcing me to grind against something and mocking me for being so needy and so desperate that I’d do anything he asked me to, in exchange for his services. I felt so embarrassed each time, but I loved every second of it. It made me feel secure, safe, needed, looked at.

I could feel the cold leather between my legs as Spencer gently pushed me down, forcing me to sit over his boot. Suddenly the leather felt warm against me and I could feel my wetness sliding over the fabric, making a mess all over it. Spencer didn’t seem to care as he looked at me the whole time, nodding his head.

“Like this, s-sir?”

“Yes, pet. You’re doing so good for me.” – Spencer said, placing his hands on the arm-rest of the chair – “Does it feel good?”

I nodded my head, biting my bottom lip. “Yes, s-so good.”

“You love humping my boot, don’t you pet?” – Spencer asked, a hint of jealousy painting his voice – “I can’t believe you’re so desperate to feel my cock inside your pretty cunt that you’d do anything I tell you to. You’re so fucking pathetic, pet.”

His words hurt in the most delicious way, making my head spin and enforcing me to move quicker. I rolled my hips against the boot, finally finding the perfect angle to grind against. Spencer didn’t move his boot, allowing me to get as much pleasure as I could from my own movements alone.

He looked at me the whole time, listening to the sound of my pained and desperate moans filling the room. He noticed how my hands gripped at my own breasts, how I bounced against his boot and pretended it was another part of me that was clearly restricted by his pants.

“Are you dreaming of riding my cock, pet? Is that what you’re thinking about?”

I nodded with eagerness. “Yes. Yes, sir. I miss doing it.”

“And I miss watching you do it.” – Spencer said with a devilish smirk, tilting my chin upward – “Maybe I can let you do that, since you look so cute while humping my boot. I bet you’d look even better bouncing on my cock, don’t you think?”

“Yes! Yes, that’s true.” – I whispered, cherishing the warmth of his fingers under my chin – “You’re right, sir.”

I was getting closer to my release, I could almost taste the pleasure on the tip of my tongue. I was tempted to keep quiet and not say anything to Spencer, but he knew my body better than anybody. He could see, and probably feel, my body tingling with desire and my eyes rolling in the back of my head.

I tried my best to hold it, to stop myself from coming all over his boot and not disobey him. But I knew that I brought chaos upon myself if I let go and didn’t tell him the truth. Spencer wasn’t going to touch me if I did that, and I craved his body on mine to the point I could only think of him.

“Stop.”

Spencer retracted his right foot in order for me to pull away, but not without complaining. “Sir... please.”

He didn’t care about my sobs or my pleas. Spencer was doing this to humiliate me, to show me how pathetically greedy I was to act like a bitch at dinner and like a whore in the car. I knew it, there was no need to remind me, but I loved everything he gave me at that moment.

I loved how Spencer basked in the pleasure of this hidden side he finally let me see.

“Oh.. Look at what you did, pet.” – Spencer mumbled, pointed at the wet spot on his right boot – “You got my boot so fucking wet. You were enjoying riding it, huh?”

I lowered my eyes, staring at his boot. “Yes, that felt so good. Can I do it again, sir? Please? I want to show you how...”

He lifted his hand, interrupting me. “You’ve got to make it even, don’t you think?”

Spencer pointed at his left boot and I whined before doing anything, knowing exactly that he was going to edge me again. My cheeks heaten up, but I didn’t let the embarrassment take over me as I sat down on his other boot. If Spencer wanted me to hump his other boot, then so fucking be it – I was going to ride it and ride it until my boyfriend told me to stop, just because I wanted to please him.

And prove to him, again, how desperate I was to have him.

“You’re such a good pet. You didn’t even complain.” – Spencer chuckled, watching me get comfortable on his left boot before he lifted it a bit – “Have I finally forced you to submit to me again? Are you going to be a good pet for me and behave like I asked you to this morning?”

“You don’t have to force me to submit, sir. You know I’d do anything to keep you pleased and happy with me.”- I whispered, feeling my words broken by the desire filling my body – “Can I hump your boot now, sir? Please?”

He nodded, bringing both his hands behind his neck. “Go ahead. Show me how much you want to ride my cock.”

Spencer didn’t have to say anything else as I started to roll my hips again, closing my eyes. The images started to flood my brain as I imagined being on top of him, scratching his chest and mumbling how much I loved his cock deep inside of me. I wanted Spencer to know that, no matter my behaviour outside of the bedroom, he was the only person who could see this part of me and bask in it.

I could feel my wetness sliding all over his left boot, matching the stain with the right one. Spencer stared at me with that same arrogant smirk on those lips and I was tempted to stand up and kiss it away, but I couldn’t. No matter how beautiful he looked, how hard he was in his pants and how much I wanted him to ruin me, I couldn’t stand up and interrupt this.

Spencer wanted to edge me again and he was going to accomplish his task. It didn’t take too long for me to reach that edge of desire again, because soon I was panting and moaning with my hands on my breasts.

“Please, sir. Let me c-come, please.” – I whimpered, blinking the tears away from my eyes – “Please, I’m begging you. I want to show you how much I loved humping your boot.”

Spencer clicked his tongue, folding his arms to his chest. “Hold it, pet. I know you can.”

I whined with my eyes closed and turned my head to the side, rolling my hips and feeling his boot move against my clit. I knew Spencer was going to make this night more difficult than ever – and he was succeeding, because I was close to start crying harder no matter the consequences.

Tears in the bedroom weren’t a new thing for me.

I was emotional, I cried every single Spencer made love to me.

But that night tears weren’t of love and longing, they were of frustration and desperation. Feelings that got amplified when I opened my eyes and found Spencer with a hand tightly wrapped around his cock, jerking off so quickly to release the tension that he accumulated through the whole night.

I knew that seeing me like this, so turned on and so embarrassed by my own greed, turned him on – I just didn’t think he could touch himself in front of me, without asking me to help. So I decided to tease him and show hm that yes, he was in control – but he wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted him to.

“Can I suck your cock, sir?” – I asked through a heaving breath as he looked at me, panting – “Please, my mouth feels so empty without it. I’ve been fantasising about this for so long. Please sir, let me suck your cock while I hump your boot.”

Spencer hummed at my fantasy, nodding his head. “Yeah? You want to take it deep down your throat?”

I nodded again, leaning forward. “Yes, please. I need to show you what a good slut I am for you, sir. Please, let me do that.”

“Go ahead, pet. Suck it.”

Spencer helped me kneel between his legs, staring at the wet spots on his boots. Satisfied by the sight and clearly enjoying the warmth of my mouth around his cock, he released a long moan that encouraged me to take him further. I had my eyes closed, my right hand wrapped around what couldn’t fit in my mouth.

Spencer ran his fingers through my hair, admiring the way my lips stretched around his cock and moaning softly when my tongue caressed him up and down.

“Such a good pet for me. You really wanted to suck me off, didn’t you?”

I struggled to nod my head, managing to finally look up at him. He had a sweet smile on his face and that made my heart grow fonder, because I knew that look – I knew that expression, I knew he was silently telling me how much he loved me and how proud he was of me for letting him do all of this.

I was even more proud of him for showing off this persona that apparently came out only for such a short amount of time.

There was a tenderness he expressed through his touch even while his words were humiliating in the worst delicious way. His fingers twisted my hair gently, pulling me between his legs where he wanted me the most, and I couldn’t do anything but take all of him in my mouth. I needed to remind him that this is what I was made for.

Spencer wanted to keep quiet to enjoy the silent sounds of my mouth being filled up over and over by his cock, but the pleasure got the best of him. More moans came out from those plump perfect lips I loved in the shape of curses and I was in awe.

My thighs trembled with unspoken desire and I closed my eyes again, allowing Spencer’s voice to encourage me to take him further down my throat. My efforts didn’t go unnoticed because soon enough his hands came cradling my face, gently pulling me away from him.

Saliva dripped down my chin.

I was positively sure to have mascara running down my cheeks and my hair was a mess, but Spencer seemed to find me the most gorgeous woman on the planet because he kissed me with such passion.

Completely breathless, I found myself silently begging him to bring me back to life with those lips. Spencer used his mouth to control me all over again, to tell me to stop squirming in his arms and let him take care of me in the way only he knows. I gave him a silent nod and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing his mouth with the same blossoming desire that he showed for me.

“Please, sir, I...”

I didn’t even know what I was begging for. Too many things I craved and too many he was willing to give me. I could see Spencer pondering for a few seconds before acting and that made me smile, because I knew how much he wanted to touch me at that moment.

“Lay down on the bed, pet.” – Spencer whispered, taking a step back – “I want to see all of you.”

I was already completely naked, but I didn’t complain about his request. I made sure to lay down on the bed with my legs spread wide open for me, with my head propped high enough to look at him.

Spencer took his time pushing his shirt off his shoulders, admiring every inch of my body as I tried my best not to close my thighs. I was self-conscious, I knew I was beautiful – Spencer made sure to force me to say it out loud while taking me from behind one night. So I knew he was appreciating the sight, but still.

The nerves got the best of me and I closed my thighs, sighing.

“Can you move a little quicker, sir? I’m dying right here.”

Spencer let out a chuckle, unbuckling his belt and leaving it on the floor along with his trousers. “So eager to have me.”

“You know it.” – I whispered, immediately opening my legs again when he got on the bed – “Come here, please. I need to kiss you, sir. I miss you.”

“I’m not going anywhere, pet. I’m right here.” – he whispered, settling between my legs and giving me a long kiss on the forehead – “You did so good for me tonight, but I want to do something else. Do you think you can keep going? Or do you want me to stop?”

The tenderness in his voice broke me.

I forced the urge to sob because, how lucky did I get? He was showing me mercy on a night where I didn’t deserve it, so I decided to take advantage of the moment – and showing him that no matter how exhausted I was, I needed to keep going. Both to please him, and also because I craved his cock inside of me.

I was a slut, after all.

“No, I’m okay. I can keep going, sir.” – I replied to him, bringing both my hands behind his neck – “I’m having so much fun.”

“Fun? This is supposed to be a punishment.” – he mumbled, covering my lips with little kisses – “I guess I need to step up my game, then. And I know exactly how.”

Spencer pulled away from my face, ignoring my annoyed whines. I wasn’t done kissing him and I needed way more of that, but he was in control – and I didn’t want him to stop being so gentle with me, even though ‘gentle’ wasn’t the correct word I should’ve used.

Spencer placed his hands on my thighs, spreading them as far as he could until I winced. I didn’t know what to expect from him, because Spencer Reid was a man full of surprised – but when his mouth covered my sex, I almost laughed.

Of course he ended up eating me out.

Spencer loved oral sex more than penetrative sex. I didn’t blame him, I loved the power that sucking him off gave me – no matter how hard Spencer pretended to be in control at that moment. I loved watching his facade crumble each time I moaned around his cock. And I knew Spencer felt the same when he was between my legs.

He could control me by kissing me and he could do it with kisses right between my legs.

His tongue swirled around my clit and I forced myself not to moan, closing my eyes. I didn’t want to focus on the intense pleasure he was going to give me, terrified that he wouldn’t grant me the grace of coming for the second time of the night.

Or maybe not.

“I want you to come all over my tongue, pet. Do you think you can do that?” – Spencer asked, breaching my entrance with the tip of the index – “Do you think you can show me how much you love when my tongue is buried in your pretty pussy?”

Nodding without hesitation, I looked down at him. “Yes, s-sir. Yes.”

I was scared that there might have been a trick behind his words, terrified that I might get another orgasm denied for my behaviour earlier but the way Spencer was devouring me, saliva mixed with my own arousal covering his chin and his eyes closed so he could focus on his actions, made me realise that no, he wasn’t going to deny me an orgasm. Spencer loved going down on me, he loved feeling my body tensing because of his fingers and my tongue.

I wasn’t surprised when my second orgasm of the night washed over me, so quickly and so intense. Spencer didn’t pull away though, sucking my clit with his eyes closed and pushing a finger inside of me. I whimpered at the feeling, still sensitive because of the tingles still making my thighs tremble.

“S-Sir, I...”

“Shut up.”

I ran my fingers through his curls, tugging on them harshly. “Be nice to me, sir. Your face is between my legs, I could easily cr...”

Spencer didn’t let me finish my sentence, slapping my thighs with both hands. The loud slaps echoed through the room and I whimpered, knowing damn well that he had left marks on my skin – obviously the day before JJ and Penelope invited me for a pool party with Emily.

I was fucked. In every sense there was.

“I warned you.”

“Sorry sir. Thank you.”

“Ah, there she is. My good pet.” – Spencer pressed a soft kiss on the red mark he left on my right thigh – “Thank me again for making you come.”

He was right. I thanked him for slapping me, but not for allowing me to come.

“Thank you for making me come on your tongue, sir. I missed doing it.” – I whispered, caressing his curls – “Thank you.”

Spencer went back with his mouth between my legs, thanking me for behaving in his own way. His tongue cleaned up the results of my pleasure and it dived inside of me, eliciting another long moan that bubbled through my chest.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and my thighs slightly cramping because of the position, but the desire in my body was growing stronger each second. I didn’t know if I was going to come again so quickly, but Spencer was determined to make me.

Pushing two fingers inside of me and focusing his tongue on my clit, Spencer looked up at me.

“Fuck, sir. You’re so good at this.” – I panted through each heaving breath, slamming my right hand over the bed sheet – “I love your mouth.”

“I’d love yours if only you were able to stop talking back.”

Giggling for the obvious remark about my previous behaviour, I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the warmth of his mouth and his fingers bringing me closer to the third orgasm of the night. I didn’t know how many orgasms he was going to give me, but I was more than willing to receive all of them – and more, just to please him.

Spencer loved watching my body reacting to the pleasure he was causing, and also to the pain.

“Less talking, more pussy eating.” – I muttered, feeling a sharp pain on my thigh – “Sir.”

“You’re such a greedy slut. You can’t get enough of my mouth, huh?”

I arched my back when Spencer inserted a third finger inside of me, making me gasp. He knew how to shut me up, but I wasn’t done talking anyway. He asked a question and I knew I had to answer, otherwise I would’ve gotten another pinch.

“You know me too well, sir.”

“I know. You’re lucky I love you.”

“Oh, I feel so lucky.”

Spencer drew back in with his mouth, scissoring his fingers inside of me to stretch me out for him. My thighs began to tremble again and I could feel the beginning of my downfall all over again. Spencer took me down with him, curling his fingers and making sure to feel my taste on his tongue just like before.

A chorus of moans and curses flew from my lips, echoing in the bedroom along with the lewd sound of my wetness drenching Spencer’s lips, tongue and his fingers. But he didn’t stop, working me through my orgasm and teasing me with another one right behind – but I couldn’t get there.

My whole body was on fire.

Every muscle was tingling, my thighs were cramping and my mind was running.

“Do you want more, pet? Do you want my tongue to fuck you again? Do you think you can take it?” – Spencer asked, watching my body twitch each time his fingers moved within me – “Oh, my poor pet is already exhausted. You’re so pathetic, bragging about loving my tongue and then barely giving me three orgasms.”

I bit my bottom lip harshly when Spencer pressed a kiss right above my clit, making me squirm in anticipation. It wasn’t my fault he denied me two orgasms and then gave me two in a row, my body needed a few seconds to breathe.

And when they passed, Spencer made sure to remind me that he owned my body. He knew exactly how to push me and how to get me to give him whatever he needed.

“Now you’re going to be a good little pet for me and come again.” – Spencer said, slowly moving upward to reach my face – “Do you understand, greedy fucking whore?”

I nodded my head, shakily bringing my hand up to his face. “Yes. Yes, s-sir. Anything.”

“Good. And then... I’ll let you ride my cock.” – he added, kissing the tip of my nose – “And you’re going to thank me for everything I’ve done for you tonight. Am I clear?”

His fingers never stopped their relentless pace, curling deep against that delicious spot that made me shiver. Spencer looked at me like he would look at a masterpiece, with adoration and tenderness even though his fingers were doing his filthy work – but I looked at him the same way, in awe of his beauty, of his love for me, of my love for him.

Spencer could’ve asked for the moon and I would’ve brought him half of it, cherishing the other half for the day he’d ask for more.

“Crystalline, sir.”

“I love your smart mouth.” – Spencer brushed his thumb over my right cheek, before slapping me without hesitation – “Especially when it’s stretched around my cock.”

The skin of my face burned at his gesture and I moaned, thanking him again for touching me. I wasn’t sure he deserved to be thanked for that but I did it anyway because each time his hands touched a part of my body, it felt like a gift. Each time Spencer gave himself to me, I accepted him with open arms.

Especially legs, like right now.

“What’s that look for, pet?” – Spencer asked with a smirk, knowing I couldn’t talk – “Are you speechless? Are my fingers fucking you so good you forgot how to talk?”

My fingers scratched his shoulders to release the tension expanding through my body as waves of shock mixed with pleasure hit me over and over, until the fourth orgasm took over me. My eyes never left Spencer’s, I needed him to see the intense desire that flooded me each time he granted me an orgasm.

He basked in that desire, he kissed me through it.

Spencer leaned down and pressed a soft kiss over my parted lips. “That’s it, pet, good job. I’m so proud of you.”

Struggling to get my breath even, I collapsed back onto the mattress. Spencer followed me, kissing down my neck and nipping the soft skin while caressing my thighs. He was trying to bring me down to Earth, but my mind was still lucid enough to want this night not to be over yet.

However, I appreciated his kind words and his gentle kisses.

Spencer tilted my chin upward, looking into my eyes. “I love you.”

My lips twitched into a smile. “I love you too, sir.”

He moved away from me and jumped off the bed. I immediately searched for him in the bedroom, whining when I didn’t feel the warmth of his body besides mine.

“Where are you going?”

“Don’t worry, pet. I’ll be back soon.” – Spencer kissed my forehead – “I’m going to grab some water. You need to be hydrated.”

“Thank you for not making that joke.”

“What? About you being wet enough to..”

“Don’t push it, sir.” – I mumbled, grasping his hand and tugging it – “Or I will ride you right now.”

Spencer hummed, pulling away from me before I could put my threat to the test. “Not without drinking a glass of water first, pet. Doctor’s order.”

I watched him as he left the bedroom, smiling when he turned around to check on me. I wanted to follow him inside of the kitchen, hug him from behind and bite his neck to leave him some marks, but I was too exhausted to move – I was still in the mood for playing, just not for walking and moving around the house.

Spencer got that.

Usually he made me walk with him to stretch, but my legs and knees were stretched out sufficiently.

When he came back inside the bedroom, Spencer handed me a glass of water. I drank all of it, not leaving a single drop, and plopped back on the bed with my legs spread open for him. Spencer finished drinking his own glass of cold water and left everything on his nightstand.

Then, he crossed his arms.

“Well?”

“Well, sir? What’s next?” – I asked, kneeling on the bed – “Are you going to let me ride you now?”

“Should I?” – Spencer hummed, scratching his chin while pretending to ponder the thought – “I mean, I asked you to come for me... And you did, so I guess I should reward you.”

I got closer to him, still on my knees, and joined my hands together. “Please? I’ve been such a good pet for you, sir, I deserve to ride your pretty cock. I know you missed seeing me on top and I can tell you that I have missed being on top as well.”

He placed my hands on his shoulders. “You’d look very pretty.”

“Bouncing on your cock? Moaning and panting like a little slut because I can’t get enough of you?” – I asked, leaning forward ‘til my lips touched his – ��Would you like to watch me riding your pretty cock and struggling to stay still because I need your cum so deep inside my pussy?”

Spencer released a frustrated sigh, rolling his eyes. “What am I going to do with you?”

“I’ll show you.”

I grabbed both his hands and pushed Spencer on the bed beside me, watching him laugh with his head thrown back at my eagerness. He was still in control of everything, obviously, but his softer side was shining through – and I was glad, because I loved this side as well.

“You just lay there and look pretty for me while I ride you like you asked me to, sir.” – I whispered, gently pushing him with his back on the bed – “That’s it. You are so beautiful.”

Spencer kept his hands on my hips the whole time, watching me settle on his thighs but never daring to make a move. He wanted me to do all the work and even though my thighs were cramping, I was determined to show him how desperate I was to feel him inside of me. Sitting on his lap and riding him nice and well was exactly how I was hoping the night would end.

My hand wrapped around his cock, giving it a few strokes just to tease him. Spencer stared at me without making a sound, caressing the soft skin of my hips before rolling his. He wasn’t very vocal in bed when it came to touching, but I wasn’t going to have it – I needed to hear him.

“Please, don’t... Uh.” – I mumbled, grinding my hips against his – “I want to hear you.”

“My pet is giving me orders.” – Spencer whispered, following my hand with his hips – “Why should I listen to you?”

“Because your moans are music to my ears, sir. I need to know how good I’m making you feel, because it’ll make me even more desperate to please you.” – I told him without hesitation, giving him a kiss on the tip of his nose – “Please, sir?”

Spencer didn’t answer me with words. He pulled me down with a hand on my throat and kissed my mouth like his life depended on it, urging me to go faster with my hand – or finally welcome him inside of me. I felt his pre-cum smear down all over his length and a rush of adrenaline ran through me.

Lifting my hips, his cock aligned with my entrance and I felt it slid between my wet folds. I coated him with my own arousal before looking up at my boyfriend, smiling softly when I found him with his eyes settled on my face – he wanted to control how good I was doing, how focused I was on making him feel good. And I think he enjoyed the sight, because his lips parted and a soft moan escaped from that sinful mouth.

“I could watch you ride my cock for hours. You’re so beautiful.”

Blushing, I nudged my nose against his. “Thank you, sir.”

Spencer knew how much his voice affected me because the moment his lips parted to let out another long moan, I sat down on his cock. Inch by inch, I let Spencer fill me up until there was no more space between us and our lips were connected with kisses, with more moans and his hands pawing at my hips.

I could feel him twitch inside of me, knowing that he wasn’t going to last long. I didn’t care, I wanted Spencer to feel good – and I was already on the verge of the pleasure, so it didn’t matter how long it would take for both of us to reach that state of euphoria we so desperately craved.

Spencer tried to lift his body so he could touch me properly, but I wasn’t having it.

Pushing him down over the bed, I settled back on his hips.

“Stay down. I can do this on my own, sir.”

Spencer gripped my thighs with his hands, leaving angry red welts on my skin. “Alright, little pet. Make me feel good.”

Steadying myself on top of him with my hands on his shoulders, I rolled my hips along with his. The moans that left his mouth were music to my ears, allowing his voice and those pleasurable sounds to encourage me to go quicker. I wasn’t a big fan of being on top, but Spencer seemed so happy to see me like that – with my thighs spread open for him, watching his cock disappear inside of me as I gripped him tightly.

“I love your cock so much, sir. I missed it inside of me.”

“Now you have it, pet.” – Spencer whispered, grasping the bed sheets – “Fuck, your pussy feels so good around me.”

“Do you want me to go faster?” – I asked through my sobs – “Please, I... I want to.”

He wanted to touch me, he wanted to control the pace of my movements. I could see it written all over his face, but he didn’t move his hands from the bed. Spencer wanted me to prove how eager I was to have him and how happy I was to finally be united with him.

“Do what you please, pet. I’ll love it anyway.”

I collapsed on top of him, kissing his lips in the spur of the moment. But I didn’t stop my movements, pushing my hips against his and making sure he could feel how wet and warm and perfect I was around him. Spencer moaned into my mouth, claiming my breath as his each time I sobbed.

We were coming to an end so fast, but I didn’t care.

Spencer had his head thrown back in pleasure, his eyes always on my face to make sure I was okay but the sounds I was making, mixed with the lewd noises from our slick bodies together, told him everything he needed to know. I loved feeling like this, I loved being like this with him – and my body was his, to cherish and to love for the days to come.

I grabbed his right hand and placed it over my heart. Spencer could feel the steady throb of my beating hard against his fingertips and I saw the shadow of a smile appear on those lips I loved to death.

“Where do you want me to finish, pet?” – Spencer asked, his voice broken my pleasure – “I’m c-close.”

With tears in my eyes, I whispered: “Inside of me, sir. Please.”

Spencer used his free hand to lift himself off the bed so he could wrap his arm around me. I let him, too lost in my own pleasure to realise he was closer to me than I thought.

His mouth dived against my neck, peppering it with kisses and bites that I knew weren’t going to be there tomorrow. I didn’t care, I wanted Spencer to bite me and kiss me anywhere he liked, for as long as he liked.

Slamming me down onto his hips, Spencer thrust up into me with ease. I could feel my wetness drip onto his thighs, his fingers leaving red marks on my hips and his mouth biting every inch of skin he could. Spencer wanted me to lose my mind that night and I did, collapsing against his chest with my trembling arms around his neck.

I closed my legs around his hips and followed his movements, ignoring everything I told him before.

“Shit, pet. You feel so fucking good, I could fuck you for hours.”

I giggled, lifting his face up to look into his eyes. “By all means, please do.”

Spencer ravaged me with every ounce of love and passion he felt for me that night. He made my legs shake around his hips, he bit my neck and licked the soft skin to make it better before grabbing my face and kissing me like there was no tomorrow.

I was out of breath, barely able to register what was happening around me.

“More, more.” – I urged him, bringing my hands around his neck – “Please, sir, just...”

Spencer didn’t let me finish my sentence, kissing my mouth and turning me into a panting mess. His hips rocked against mine with urge, with desire, with greed and I let him take everything from me.

Finally the pleasure hit me before I could feel him reach the euphoria I knew he was seeking as I unravelled around him, moaning and whispering his name against his mouth. He swallowed up every moan with pleasure, twisting the positions and pushing me against the bed.

Spencer didn’t stop thrusting into me, allowing me to ride my orgasm to the fullest. I was completely speechless, unable to think straight as the pleasure clouded my mind. The more Spencer pounded into me, the more another orgasm settled behind my belly button.

“Give me another one, pet. I know you can do it, I can feel you wanting it.”

I nodded my head even though I didn’t understand what he said, completely lost in my own desire and lust for him. Spencer chased my orgasm and his with a desire that I’ve never seen in him before, thrusting into me as the bed creaked underneath our wanting bodies.

I kept my hands behind his neck, casually scratching his skin each time he hit that delicious spot that made my toes curl in pleasure. I wanted him to fuck me harder, I needed him to completely ruin me – and I didn’t care if I wasn’t going to able to walk tomorrow. I didn’t care if the girls would ask questions, if they would tease me for being covered in my marks.

I just wanted Spencer to feel good.

“Sir, give it to me. Please, come inside of me.” – I uttered against his lips, watching his eyes widen at my request – “Please, I need your cum so fucking badly inside of me. I’m your cumslut, please. Need it.”

“Yeah? You want my cum inside your pretty pussy?” – Spencer asked with urge in his voice, moaning softly – “I’ll fucking give it to you, then. Take it, you fucking whore.”

Spencer kissed me again, pushing his tongue against mine until I couldn’t even breathe. Another orgasm took me by surprise as my whole body shuddered and contorted around him, making my eyes roll in the back of my head. Spencer must’ve felt me gripping him fucking tightly around his cock, because he was finally able to let it go.

His hands forced me down on the bed as he finally reached that state of euphoria, flooding me with the warmth of his love and his pleasure. I closed my legs around his waist and forced him to stay there, to give me everything he had to offer until there was nothing left.

Pleasure danced all over his beautiful features, his lips covering mine with a tenderness that made my heart skip a beat. I tried to calm down the beating of my heart, struggling to stay still under his body towering on top of me.

Spencer kissed me over and over, cradling my face with one hand. He kept whispering those three little words I loved to hear from him, holding me as we both came down to our climax.

I didn’t know how long it took for us to separate and for our breath to be even.

When the moment finally came and the blissful smile on our lips turned into a devilish grin, Spencer rolled off my body and settled beside me while our pleasures pooled between my legs.

My legs were heavy as every muscle burned due to our nefarious activities.

“I love you.” – I whispered once silence had taken over the room – “I love you so much.”

Spencer turned to look at me, opening his hand. “Should I blame it on the hormones?”

I rolled to his side, placing my right hand into his. “Blame it on your cock.”

“Ah, it.”

“It.” – I giggled, giving my boyfriend a kiss on the cheek – “Thank you for tonight.”

“Thank you for loving me.”

My heart fluttered at his words. “If this is how we’re going to celebrate our anniversaries, I will need to find more ways to misbehave.”

Spencer chuckled, bringing our joined hands to his lips. “I’m glad you had fun.”

“I’m glad you had fun, my love.” – I told him, tightening my grip on his hand – “Thank you for loving me, thank you for tonight, thank you for fucking me, thank you for giving me five orgasms.”

“You’re welcome for everything, baby.” – he mumbled, rolling on his side so he could look at me – “I’m so proud of you for taking everything I gave you tonight.”

I leaned forward to reach his lips, never letting his hand go. “I’m so proud of you for showing off that side that I definitely love.”

Spencer kept our joined hands closer to his chest. “You know, I never thought I would let someone grind on my boot. I guess there’s a first time for everything.”

I giggled, blushing at the images flooding my brain again. “Well... It was an experience.”

“Don’t worry, I cleaned my boots before.” – Spencer explained to me, kissing my forehead – “I didn’t want you to catch any infection, so I disinfected them when we came home.”

“Ah, when you went to the bathroom.” – I nodded, biting my bottom lip – “I thought you were jerking off so you could last longer in bed.”

He pinched my pinkie, shaking his head. “I don’t need to jerk off to last long.”

“Oh, I know that.” – I winked, bumping my nose against him – “Seriously, thank you for tonight. I had so much fun.”

Spencer slowly retracted his hands from mine and he opened his arms, welcoming me as I laid my head upon his chest. “I had fun too. Thank you.”

I couldn’t wait to admire all the marks he left all over my body.

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