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They both stepped into the elevator when it finally arrived and opened its doors.

“Your idea of fun is talking about the intimacy I share with my girlfriend?” Spencer asked.

“Alright then, last Friday I cooked her favourite dinner and we ate it on the couch. Today I’m getting my favourite meal.” It wasn’t exactly the truth, but technically Spencer didn’t lie. After all he never turned down a chance to ravish his beautiful girlfriends body with his mouth. Or his hands, for that matter.

Derek answered something that Spencer could only barely acknowledge because s uddenly he was thinking about the taste of her lips and the smell of her perfume, the one he got her for her birthday.

The way her soft body feels so comforting and thrilling when she’s wrapped around his slender frame, her pleading eyes and high pitched whines. The way she felt so good tightly wrapped around his aching-

The elevator dinged as it arrived downstairs, releasing the two men into the lobby.

“Goodbye, see you Monday !” Spencer exclaimed loudly as he raced towards his car, leaving Derek behind.

-

She was on her feet the second she heard muted footsteps and jingling keys in the hallway that led to their apartment. Quickly, she checked her appearance in the mirror again and went to stand a few feet from the door.

Smiling, she put her hands behind her back and waited patiently as she heard him drop his keys and swear under his breath.

When the door swung open, he was surprised but pleased by the sight before him.

She was dressed in a light pink robe that cut off mid-thigh, white frilly socks, her hair falling freely and makeup done.

He let he satchel drop from his shoulder onto the floor as he closed the door behind him, his eyes never leaving Y/n.

“Wow, baby, you look...Wow. Just gorgeous. To what do I owe this pleasure?” Spencer asked as his hands came up to cup her face.

“You’ve been working really hard and really late this past week so I thought, why not do something nice for the man I love?” She grinned and rubbed her hands over his upper arms.

“Mhm, I appreciate it greatly.” He mumbled against her lips and kissed her sweetly.

“You look wonderful. You are wonderful.”

“Oh, shut up…” She laughed and wrapped her arms around his waist, while one of Spencer’s hands stayed at her cheek, the other he let roam to her lower back.

“Language,” he reprimanded and kissed her forehead. “I’ll never get over just how beautiful you are, always looking so perfect, my love.”

“Mhm, all just for you.” She mumbled as she got lost in his warm embrace and the way his fingers traced little patterns on the silky fabric draped over her back.

“Oh! I have something for you!” She suddenly exclaimed and broke free from their embrace, much to his dismay.

He felt himself following her to the couch like she was dragging him by an invisible force.

With flushed cheeks she turned back to him and handed him a red and rather fancy looking gift bag which was filled to the top with black tissue paper.

Spencer took it into his hands and examined the outside, not seeing a label but instead noticing intricate details of the pattern made to look like black lace. A nice contrast to the bright red background. “This is for me?”

“No, it’s for Hotch, give it to him next time you see him- of course it’s for you! Open it!” Y/n laughed and tapped the bag he was now firmly holding with both hands.

With that, he ruffled through the tissue paper and let his fingertips touch...rope?

He furrowed his brows and pulled on it, realizing then that it was not a rope.

It was a lavender coloured leash and it was connected to a matching collar. Of course it was lavender.

Even more confused, he looked at her. “I’m asking again, this is for me?”

“Well, technically it’s for us. I wear it, you...hold the leash. Or pull on it. Whatever you want, really.” She smiled nervously up at him. She really couldn’t read his expression much deeper than confusion before his eyebrows shot up, eyes widened and mouth opened in a surprised “Oh!”

Quickly his stunned expression turned into a confident smirk. He lowered the bag to the coffee table and let the soft fabric of the leash rest against the palm of his hand.

“Thank you, my love. I take it you got this in my favourite colour o n purpose?” asked Spencer before Y/n responded with a hum.

“ So, whatever I want, huh? Is that so?” he teased and acknowledged the way she responded with a nod. “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, whatever you want, Spence.”

“ Mhm, good girl.” He praised and gathered her hair on one side. “Turn around so I can put this on you, alright?”

She complied and turned her back towards him, a shiver running down her clothed spine when she felt his hands slowly rub her shoulders a little before he gently put the collar around her neck.

“Let’s go over your words again, baby, let me hear you loud and clear.” Spencer spoke gently and kissed the top of her head. Both of them were very familiar with this safeword system, having affirmed it before every session since they became a couple three years ago. Still, he always made sure that it’s refreshed in her mind before they did anything.

“Green for go, yellow for slow down and red for stop.” She said loudly.

The man rubbed her shoulders gently

“And if you can’t speak? Come on, tell me what you have to do then.”

“Then I tap you three times.”

“Very well, baby, so smart. Give me your colour, please?” before he removed himself from her body and went to stand in front of her.

“Neon green, Spence.” She whined and he chuckled, nothing but love and arousal behind his hazel eyes. “Please, I’ve been waiting not only today but the whole week. I have needs, you know!”

Spencer raised his eyebrows and suppressed a laugh. “Now don’t get mouthy with me, pretty lady. Last time I checked, you’re very capable of taking care of those needs yourself.”

“That’s not nearly the same and you know it. Besides, I think you’re gonna change your mind when you open your other present.”

Spencer’s brows furrowed once more as he looked around them, eyes scanning the room for whatever she could be talking about, “I don’t see another present, princess. Am I supposed to look for it?”

With that, Y/n took his hands into her own and guided them to the neatly tied bow of her robe. “No, it’s right here. Go on, open it.”

With nimble fingers Spencer undid the thick soft ribbon, pushed open the fabric and revealed a sight that just might kill him.

Spencer felt like his brain was short-circuiting as he finally saw what his love was wearing underneath the silk robe. There she was standing in front of him wearing a lacy white set of lingerie.

It was new, he was sure of it considering he had never seen it before, and trust the universe that this was a sight he’d save in his memories permanently.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times while trying to figure out what to say.

Pleased with his reaction, Y/n grinned and ran her hands over her plush sides.

“Well, I guess I better go take care of those needs myself.” She mocked his tone and stepped around him, completely forgetting the collar around her neck.

That was until Spencer came to his senses again and tugged at the leash harshly, earning a quiet moan from his girlfriend. She pressed her lips quickly, but he heard her. And he reveled in it.

“Looks like you forgot your manners. First, you mouth off to me and then you attempt to take away my present. I think someone needs to be taught a lesson, what do you think, princess? Do I need to teach you a lesson?” To be honest, Spencer never thought he had it in him to take charge like this. But being with Y/n and seeing her completely submit to him in the bedroom, so needy and desperate for everything he wanted to do to her, it was downright filthy and it brought out a side in him he never knew the full extend of until he met her.

Maybe it was because he loved and trusted her so much, completely opening himself up without fear of being made fun of. She gave herself to him and he did the same for her. He couldn’t imagine acting out his deepest desires with anyone but her and he never wanted to.

She was it for him, the only one he wanted and needed. The only one he wanted to see after a long case. She was who he wanted to wake up to when he was having a nightmare, who he wanted to see in a white dress and commit to fully for the rest of his life.

However, right now all he wanted was to remind her of her manners, excitement bubbling in his lower abdomen as she spoke:”Yes, Spencer, please. Whatever you want.”

“That’s the second time you said to do whatever I wanted today. Are you sure that’s what you want?” He asked , wrapping some of the leash around his hand, thereby making it shorter.

Y/n strained her neck to look up at him, the firm pressure the collar provided was exciting. “Yes, I’m sure.” She cooed.

“So If I were to bend you over my lap and spank you nice and raw, that’s something you’d enjoy?” Spencer teased and tugged at the leash, pulling her even closer. By the way she squeezed her eyes closed and bit her lip, he knew that’s exactly what she wanted.

“Would that be nice, baby? I think it would, just use that wild imagination of yours. You, on my lap, writhing and dripping. My hands all over you.”

A whine escaped her, as he whispered in her ear and dipped down to suck marks into the soft skin of her neck and shoulders. “I know how much you love it when I use my hands, princess. How good they make you feel.” He slid one hand down to her butt, massaging each cheek for a few seconds before he gently smacked them. “Just think how red and sensitive these could be in just a few moments.”

All of a sudden, he was pushing her body onto the sofa. Still holding the leash in his hands, he looked down at her and swore he could cum just from the sight of it.

A look of surprise making her eyes wide, the way her chest rose and fell quickly from the building excitement. Her neck clad in the lavender collar, it drove him insane. His eyes glanced down and saw how she rubbed her thighs together, oh so desperate for any sort of friction. Anything to make her feel good and make the aching go away.

Spencer sat down on the sofa next to her and let the leash fall out of his hand and onto the space between them.

“Well, get to it!” He ordered and she sprung into action, quickly standing up to shed the robe completely.

She then leaned over his lap, adjusting until her butt was in the air and the side of her face was pressed against the cool faux leather.

S he wriggled in anticipation, her hands behind her back. The smooth surface under her face quickly warming up. Spencer gripped her hips firmly, leaning his head down to her face. “Stop being impatient, darling, you’re not getting anything out of it.”

She whined and bucked her hips while his s warm breath fanned over her skin. The position she was in and the way Spencer firmly held her still was all too much for her, she needed release and she needed it as soon as possible.

He was about to say something else when the leash caught his eye again. Alarm bells went off in his head when he saw how it was trapped between their bodies and the sofa. Quickly, he opened the collar and tossed it onto the coffee table along with the attached leash. He’d get to use that later, he thought.

Y/n peaked around with a questioning look before he responded: “Don’t want you to get tangled up and hurt yourself, I know how squirmy you get from this. Want you to count, is that alright?”

She nodded eagerly and mumbled “Yes, yes, counting. Mhm.” Her cheek rubbing on the sofa, creating even more warmth. So lost in anticipation, she let out an obscene whine when his hands started kneading her pudgy backside.

“Missed you, angel. You ready?” Spencer asked, hungrily massaging her ass cheeks, getting them ready for the harsh stimulation they’re about to endure.

After she rubbed her thighs together and moaned out in agreement, her loud yes’s were dulled by the leather.

Suddenly his hands stopped working her up, but when she was just about to protest, his hand landed on her left butt cheek in a hard slap.

Y/n’s hips lifted off his lap, her ass bucking into his direction. He loved how the white frills and the delicate lace looked on her behind. She let out a surprised yell that was quickly overruled by a load moan leaving her. Spencer’s hand yet again collided with her hot skin, only harsher this time.

“Thought I told you to count? Already misbehaving again, that’s three times in one night.”

“ ‘m sorry, Spence. Feels so good when you do that. I dunno if I can focus on counting .” Her butt wiggled under his touch.

“Under normal circumstances I’d punish you for this , but lucky for you, I’ll take some pity on you. After all-” A forceful slap landed on her backside, “you’ve been so good all week and I know how dumb you become when you get all needy for me.”

She moaned at his words and only became louder when his hands started quickly alternating between slapping the left and the right cheek. The sounds of loud spanks and her desperate moans filled the room, her butt slowly but surely turning bright red.

Briefly he thought about the gift bag she had given him earlier, sure that they would be matching now.

Suddenly, Spencer spread her thighs and landed a merciless slap on her wet center. The only thing softening the blow being the impossibly thin, wet fabric of frilly white lace.

Y/ n shook in his lap, incoherent mumbles of his name being interrupted by a loud, pleasured scream.

“Awe ,” he actually laughed. He’s taking in every whine and moan, every rut against his hand. “look at you, so desperate! My hand is practically sticking to your cute little panties, so soaked. What a pathetic mess.”

S pencer continued his acts , one hand slapping her ass while the other kept coming down on her clothed slit over and over again. She didn’t know whether this was heaven or hell, on one side his strong smacks felt so good, she swore she would feel the throbbing for days to come.

On the other hand, this didn’t provide nearly as much friction she needed to climax.

With one last incredibly sharp blow to her glistening heat, Y/n yelled out and Spencer went back to rubbing and slapping her ass however he pleased.

Her whines turned into sobs soon after that, her body restless under his mercy.

“Please, make the throbbing go away, please!” She cried as she drew out the last word through a broken sob.

All at once, Spencer’ s hands flew up, leaving her body writhing and shaking on top of his lap. “What throbbing, baby?” He asked as he turned her around, sitting her in his lap, carefully sliding a soft throw- pillow under her butt. She gestured to her sore butt and wet panties.

“Was that too rough, my love?”

Y/n leaned into the hand Spencer was now using to stroke over her hair. The touch so sweet and gentle, it was hard to believe that it was the same hand he wa s slapping her raw with just seconds before. “No, no, I need more!”

He looked at her, sitting in his lap with her mascara running and her lipstick slightly smudged. She looked ruined already and he hadn’t even brought her over the edge yet.

All he could think about was making her feel good, giving her everything she needed.

“Even more, princess? Hm, I’m pretty sure I already gave you more than enough.” He snaked his hand down from her hair onto her neck, not squeezing but making its presence known with a firm grip.

She rutted against his crotch, letting the pillow fall from between them and onto the floor.

He let out a breathy sigh at the stimulation and held her hips still, fingertips digging into her plump sides.

“Stop doing that, baby, or we’re gonna have a problem.”

“Mhm, huge problem. That’s why I’m doing it.” She responded and he smiled at the compliment before ghosting his lips over her face.

“Love you, Spence, need you…” Y/n mumbled with her eyes closed. She was focusing on he way his fingers dug into her, gripping her flesh tightly, on the way his mouth pressed gentle kisses all over her face and down her neck. He kept kissing downwards until he reached the cups of her gorgeous bra, her breasts spilling out from the top.

“You know what, baby?”

She quickly shook her head, waiting for him to continue.

“You look so beautiful, my love. So sweet. I bet you’d look so good on your knees in this little outfit. Make sure to wear it again for me another time, so I can test that theory. Okay?”

All Y/n could do was nod shyly, her eyes shut tightly while her mouth freely let out any sounds he was building inside her. His trimmed and clean fingernails digging crescent moons into her, his mouth licking and sucking at her neck and the tops of her breasts. It all felt too good, but she wanted more. She hadn’t been this riled up in so long, she needed him.

“Spence, please do something already. How many more times do I have to beg? Please, please just touch me. Make me feel good, the throbbing and stickiness are killing me.” Once again she pressed her core against his, rutting against it and letting out small whimpers.

The denim of his jeans felt incredible against her now fully drenched underwear, she kept rubbing herself against his crotch, eliciting small groans from him.

He wasn’t going to say it, because he wanted this to be about her pleasure after she had been so good for him all week long, but he was impossibly turned on and seconds away from cumming in his pants.

He was so close already from the feeling of her body so warm and so close to him, from the way she screamed and cried in pleasure when he was spanking her. But now that she was on top of him, looking so deliciously destroyed already, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

When she was mid-grind, he took the opportunity and pushed her off of him, helping her land on the cold spot next to him. She hissed from the pain on her butt, wanting to ask what he’s doing until she saw him standing up and towering over her.

His face was flushed and glistening in the light sheen of sweat that covered it.

“Did that feel nice, baby? Rubbing yourself on my jeans? I think I might have turned you into a whore.” He spat, examining her body language for any sign of discomfort. He couldn’t find any, all he saw was desperation and lust.

She pressed her thighs together stronger now, her whines getting louder.

That was until he gripped her jaw strongly with one hand, smushing her cheeks and lips.

H er eyes widened and he let loose, however still holding onto her jaw.

“So you agree, you’re a whore?”

She nodded violently while panting.

Dropping to his knees beside the couch, Spencer pulled her to sit with her legs around his body. “That’s right baby, god look at you.” He said as he spread her legs even wider. Her panties were soaked, he could see the way the huge wet spot and the insides of her thighs glistened.

She looked down at him in anticipation, hips bucking up towards his face. Chuckling at her desperation, he hooked his fingers into the fabric and pulled it all the way down her legs before stuffing it into the front pocket of his jeans.

“What are you gonna do?” She asked while he stared at her dripping center.

“I’m gonna use my fingers on this little cunt of yours, darling. Does that sound like something you’d like ?”

“Mhm!“ she agreed before ahigh-pitched moan was ripped from her as he circled her clit with his thumb. His right hand came up and spread her open, looking at the mess he made of her.

“Fuck, baby, you’re literally dripping onto the couch! Who made you this wet, hm?”

“You, sir!”

“Is that so?” Spencer asked proudly, he knew the effect he had on her but it never failed to surprise him just how turned on she would get from his domination.

“You look so pretty like this, come on baby, you think you can handle my fingers buried in your pretty cunt?” Y/n’s eager nods were all he needed, knowing her lust pushed her beyond words. All she could do was whine when two of his long, thick and veiny fingers rubbed up her aching slit and finally sunk into her warm opening.

At first he moved his fingers in and out of her at a slow pace, the soft moans were like music to his ears.

She reached down and grabbed his other hand. Bringing it up to her face, she played with his fingers and kissed the back of it before she brought his fingertips against her lips. She closed her eyes and hummed as she started to suck them into her warm mouth.

“Fuck.” he groanedand thrustedhis fingers faster. He always liked how fascinated she was by his hands. She’d constantly hold them or play with them, even before she confessed to him that they turned her on. She loved how strong, large and veiny his hands were. The feeling of them gripping whatever flesh of hers he could, when he reveledin the throws of passion.

He was always touching her, he loved this woman and her body was a masterpiece created by the finest artists. Everything about her was marvelous.He worshipedthe ground she walked on and he hoped she would let him do so for the rest of his life.

When Spencer deepened his thrusts, her back arched off of the couch and her head was thrown back in blinding pleasure. The only sounds that could be heard from their bodies were the slick squelching of his fingers plowing into her and her delicious moans.

That wasn’t enough for him however, so he withdrew his fingers and moved up her body. He needed to see her face when he pushed her over the edge, he wanted to see the tears stream down her face and be able to smudge her lipstick with a deep kiss.

“No, please more…” She pleaded as sobs starting shaking her body and her tears multiplied.

“Don’t worry, angel,” he cooed before plunging his fingers back in.

“I just wanted to see how wrecked you look. Fuck, such a pathetic little slut. Wish you could see yourself.”

Spencer bit his lip in concentration as he pumped into her even faster, his face mere inches from hers. Her eyelids were fluttering and her mouth produced weak whimpers as her head lulled back and forth. Suddenly, his fingers curled upwards and he retrieved the otherlong forgotten hand from her open mouth in order to rub tight circles on her clit.

Her thighs started to close and she trembled, whimpering.

“Oh, I’m sorry! Is this too much for you? I don’t care, keep your fucking legs open.” He mocked as he started laughing.

Spencer drilled deeper and harder, while prying her thighs back open.

“These are gonna stay open until my cum is dripping down your slit or I tell you otherwise, is that clear?”

At those words, the steady building of pressure in her lower abdomen snapped with a scream.

She thrashed and spasmed,trying desperately to keep her legs open for him.

He worked his angel through the peak of her pleasure before slowing down and eventuallyremoving his fingers.

Carefully he reached across the coffee table behind him to retrieve a few tissues.

Turning around to face her again, he looked at her as a smile began to spread across both their faces.

“Are you okay, baby?” He asked with genuine concern when he saw that she still had her eyes closed.

She nodded and let out a small hiss as the tissues began wiping her and the sofa underneath her clean.

“That was… different.”

Worry flashed across his face as he held her up, trying to keep her from wobbling too much.

“No, Spence, it was good! So, so good, you have no idea what that did to me.” She laughed before continuing “I’m just saying, you’re not usually like this. This talkative. Took you long enough.”

“Yeah, I guess the collar and leash really did things to me. You uh, you’d tell me if anything I said was too much, right?” The man questioned, holding her steady as he moved her to the bedroom.

She sat down on the bed and looked up at him, holding both of his hands in her own.

“I would, if there was anything to complain about! It was hot, like really hot. Plus, you seemed pretty into it, too. Seriously though, you know me and you know I wouldn’t let you speak to me like that if I thought you were seriously insulting me. It’s just dirty talk, baby.”

His eyes softened at the nickname before he snapped out of it and left the room quickly, only to return with a glass of water and a cereal bar. After he handed them to her and watched her take a few sips, he dropped to his knees in front of her.

He grabbed the bottle of lotion from inside his bedside table and squirted some of it into his palm before warming it between his fingers.

The mans gentle hands rubbed the skin of her inner thighs and up to her abdomen, making sure he reached everywhere.

“You’re the sweetest.”

“For putting lotion on you? Higher your standards, baby. Now turn around, need to take care of your butt.”

“For taking care of me, dummy. You could just get your rocks off and go to bed after, but you always make me feel clean, loved and grounded afterwords.” Carefully, she turned around to lay on her stomach, displaying the deeply red cheeks he caused.

“Are you sure that wasn’t too rough? Cause its pretty red and-”

He was cut off by her. Propped up on her elbows, she looked back at him with raised eyebrows.

“You’re kidding, right? I love it when you bend me over your lap. And I know you like it too, pervert.” Her soft laughter rang through his ear and never left his mind, like the chorus of a good song on loop in his head.

“I love you.” Spencer murmured against the skin of her thighs as he gave each a kiss and carefully rubbed lotion all over her backside.

“I love you more. Will you get my throat for me too?”

She turned around from where she was sitting at his desk in front of a small mirror and took a quick glance at him. Perched on his elbows, Spencer was lying on his bed as he rummaged through her makeup bag.

Squinting her eyes to see what he had in his hand, she spoke “Open it and find out.” she giggled at his curiosity and turned around again, tending back to her hair.

Spencer hummed as he opened the tube, finding a thin wand with rubber spikes at the end of it. “I like the packaging, nice colour.” he smiled as he screwed the tube closed and picked up a small metal device. “Okay, I could’ve guessed what the mascara was, but I really have no idea as to what this is supposed to do.”

Y/n giggled at him as she spun around on his chair and dragged it a few steps until she was sitting by the side of the bed. “I thought you knew everything, doctor.” she accused in a gentle, amused tone.

“I actually never said that, you guys just keep assuming that I do.” He frowned before continuing “Besides, I haven’t really looked into makeup products recent- Ouch!”

She laughed at her boyfriend and took the small device from him. “This” she started while holding it up “Is a lash curler. You’re supposed to clamp down on your eyelashes and not your finger, dear.”

“Didn’t do it on purpose. Did you know that thefirst known patent for the eyelash curler states that it was filed by Charles Stickel and William McDonell from Rochester, New York ?” the honey-eyed man questioned excitedly, still rubbing the pointer finger he had squished seconds before.

Y/n took his hand into her own and gently kissed his finger, smiling down at him from where she was sitting. “I didn’t know that, any other facts up there ?” She questioned as she went to sit criss-cross on the bed with him.

He grinned at her before moving to sit upright, giving his hand back to her and continuing to speak “Yea, actually. William Joseph Beldue is recognized as one the first inventors while he was working for Kurlash Co., in Rochester, New York.”

“Is that so ?” Y/n kissed the corner of his mouth as he hummed in response. “Knew why I kept you around.” She joked and he chuckled at both her remark and the way his breath hitched involuntarilyas her lips moved down to his jaw.