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The poor man was already in tears by the time you had buckled him into the harness. Weak pleads for you to show some semblance of mercy as you pull the dark leather tight against his trembling thighs. 

“Please, please ‘m sorry.” 

Spencer cries out as he shamefully looks down at the strap-on that’s replaced his own aching cock. He’d been bad, of course, but this was pure cruelty. 

Ignoring his pleads, you wrap your lips around the head of the fake cock, the cold silicone shining against the wet buds of your tongue.

His eyebrows furrow in envy, wishing to replace the toy instead of the vice versa he's found himself in. 

"Please, it's not fair.."

Spencer's voice trails off as you shamelessly stroke the dildo as if it were real. Using your circled fist, you wet the toy with a droplet of your spit and jerk it off.

And despite his envy, he wishes so desperately that he could get hard. You’d locked his poor cock in a wretched metal cage, the cold silver bars preventing him from reaching even half mast. 

His thighs tremble from around your head, and you coo pitifully at him, your hand still torturously wrapped around the strap. 

“Poor thing, sit down, will you?”

Your voice beckons to him, raising your chin a bit as you gently push him back until his legs hit the bed frame. 

With a frustrated huff, he sits down against the soft comforter as you climbs atop him. His eyes shine with tears and pleas for you to stop whatever this punishment is.

The pupils reading apologies and lines of ‘I learned my lesson’ that you had no interest in. 

Pulling your panties to the side, you rub the sensitive bud of your clit over the artificial head of the cock that was everything but him. 

“Can you feel how wet I am?”

You taunt, looking Spencer right in those sad eyes filled with betrayal and jealousy. With your lips parted in soft sighs, you reach past him to retrieve the box that had contained the strap-on.

Your hand rustles in the cardboard for a moment, before you pull out a small controller no larger than your palm. Spencer swallowed thickly and tried to reason with you one last time.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.. Please just—“

A loud buzzing cuts him off, and his words plummet into a strained whine. Throwing his head back, a few tears run down his temples. 

As you grind your soaked folds against the tip, the double-sided toy was pressed right against the thin bars of his chastity cage. 

Spencer’s thighs squeezed together as the pain of not being able to get hard and the constant whirring of the vibrator quickly overwhelmed him. 

He lets out a slacked-jaw moan as the metal against his shaft shakes as frantically as his body. And you relish in the sight as you sink down onto thick, hard silicone.

You lean into the crook of his neck and press wet kisses against the sweaty skin, beginning to lift yourself up and down in his lap.

“You feel so good, Spence.”

You whisper in his ear, and he’s quick to turn his head away from you in the same kind of bratty manner that got him into this situation in the first place. 

He’s breathing heavily out of his nose, trying his hardest not to make any more noises. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of knowing how badly he wished it was him you were riding so fervently. 

You hadn’t fucked him like this in a while, his chest ached slightly at the thought. Your drenched cunt greedily swallowing the whole toy in ways that he couldn’t help but tear up in envy over.

He missed when it was his cock that was being coated in that slick layer of white that you so easily granted to a stupid toy. 

The brunet was snapped out of his jealous fantasy when you’re turning up the vibration on his toy. His eyes involuntarily roll into the back of his skull and his mouth can’t help but unhinge to let out a loud whimper. 

The fake cock was hitting that spongy spot inside of you that only Spencer was allowed to find, and you grin evilly as you grab his loose jaw and force him to look at you. 

You’re just as sweaty as he is, but your eyes aren’t filled with remorse like his are. 

“See what happens when you act out?”

You rhetorically ask before you slap him across his already red cheeks. His head quickly turns with the force, and he lets out a quiet gasp. 

Grabbing his jaw again, you’re quick to reprimand him once more.

“Thinking you can misbehave and still get what you want.”

You slap his face in the opposite direction and feel the tracks of tears that coat his face. 

As you circle your hips and ride the strap even faster, all it takes is one look and he knows you’re close. He shakes his head and tries to speak, but he just can’t.

He doesn’t want a toy to make you finish, that should be him. It should be his cock that you’re grinding so hard on, his length that you should be tightening around, and his tip that should be stamping into your spot. 

But instead, he’s forced to watch with a flaccid cock and heavy balls as you throw your head back and cum around slickened silicone.

Your release leaks around the dildo and onto his thighs, and that’s the only semblance of your pleasure he’s been allowed to feel. As your slick drips down his skin, tears stream down his face. 

And that stupid vibrator underneath his cock is unrelenting, he’s so turned on but can’t do a thing about it. 

With a heaving chest and lowered eyelids, you lift yourself up off his lap.

The toy bobs with the freedom from your cunt and dribbles with the pleasure of your orgasm. 

Spencer’s absolutely breathless as you lower yourself onto your knees in front of him. Strands of his hair stick to his face, and he can barely muster up the courage to look you in the eye.

Your face is a blur to him as you lick up your release from the fake cock, wrapping your wet lips around the shaft and swallowing your own slick. 

With a whimper, he closes his eyes and prays for this to be over. You’ve made your point, he’s easily replaceable, he needs to get his shit together.

But you’re not nearly done with him, not as you’re undoing the straps of leather as you suck off his replacement. 

You release the harness from his body and let it drop to the floor. The incessant buzzing from the toy still ringing in the air, taunting him.

The dual purpose toy had given everything to you, and he’d gotten nothing out of it. He was nothing without you, and you could have everything without him. 

Spencer’s head is clouded with sexual frustration and self disgust alike as you make quick work of fetching the key to his dear chastity cage. 

Twisting the small key into the lock, the cage becomes undone and you pull it off of him. 

But even as you discard the contraption, his soft cock lay before you in a pathetic display of uselessness. 

With gentle hands, you reach out to cup his small bulge. There’s a sick smile on your face as you pour up at him. 

“Look at you.. How could you have ever made me feel as good as that toy did?”

He huffs and tries his best to reason with you. He was certain he was better than that toy, he just couldn’t prove it. 

“I can.”

He says matter of factly, but as you nestle his lack of erection, he’s proven himself inferior. There’s an excuse dying on the tip of his tongue the moment he gets distracted by the soft caresses you deal to his flaccid length. 

It feels so good, but he simply couldn’t get hard. The cage had rendered him useless for your pleasures.

“It’s okay, Spence. We can just use the strap from now on..”

You softly murmur as you run your thumb against the soft head of his cock. The pathetic little thing leaks a drop of sticky precum, and you swirl it around as you can physically feel his refusal to your suggestion. 

“N-No. I’m better than that thing, please..”

He whines gently, having been broken down by whatever mind games you’ve played with him. 

Maybe the toy was better than him. At least it stayed hard, and at least it wasn’t about to cum from just a few soft touches. 

There’s a dull ache in the pit of his stomach, and a tingling in his pathetic little cock that he simply can’t ignore. 

Spencer tries his absolute hardest to hold out, but before you’ve even got a chance to rebuttal his pleads, a shaky moan forces its way from his throat as he spills over your thumb and pointer finger. 

As hot droplets of cum coat your fingers, you sigh almost disappointingly and watch as his release covers his soft length. 

“‘M sorry, I’m sorry.” 

He pitifully whispers as his entire body trembles with the aftershocks of a sorry excuse for an orgasm. 

The toy that resides the role of his rival mocks him. Vibrating gently against the wooden floors that his sticky ribbons drip onto. 

“I have no idea what happened to it.”

Is what Spencer wanted you to believe.

You had misplaced a folder that unfortunately didn’t contain any case files, but instead various explicit photos of yourself. And you recall the last place you had left it was on his desk

Looking at him with an anxious frustration, you start to go through the folders and files he had splayed on his desk.

“Are you sure? I swear I left it here yesterday before I went home.”  

Even as you begin to disorganize his workspace, Spencer looks unbothered. With a purse of his lips, he simply looks at you as if as clueless as you are to what had happened. 

“I haven’t seen it. Maybe you left it somewhere else.” Or maybe someone took it. 

He lied through his teeth, and if you weren’t so naive, you would’ve seen right through it. But instead, you anxiously bite your lip and nod.

Unfortunately for you, Spencer having been the one to take the folder would’ve been the best case scenario. Albeit embarrassing, you knew he’d be the one to not make a scene over it.

“Alright, thank you anyways.”

You say dejectedly before you leave his desk and return to yours, trying your best to stay composed and not tear apart the entire building.

Little did you know, Spencer was the one who had taken the folder. He wasn’t worried in the slightest when you started going through his desk, because the folder was comfortably sat on his bedside table at home.

It was your fault really, you should've been more careful. You'd ordered and printed them at a store and didn’t have time to stop by your place before you had to get to work. So you mindlessly placed them in a folder and in your bag, along with all the other case files you had as well. 

Spencer was just sitting at his desk, packing his belongings up to finally go home. But as he was sorting through the pile on his desk, he noticed a dark blue folder slotted in the middle of every other cream colored one. 

What started as an innocent curiosity quickly devolved into a perverted fascination as soon as he opened the folder. His eyes were met with the image of your bare chest, pushed up into the view of the lens as your face was left as an afterthought in the background. 

He should’ve closed it immediately, slipped it into your desk before anyone else saw it. But with interested fingers that seemed to have a mind of their own, he found himself carding through the images.

They were all of you. Clothed, unclothed, exposed, private.

The office was otherwise empty, only him and a few other people who were packing up to leave anyways. He looked around to make sure no one was near him as he quickly shoved the folder into his bag. 

The whole ride home, he contemplated his decision. Whether or not to drive back and put them where they belong. 

You were his coworker, this was wrong. 

Even as he stepped through the door of his apartment and took the folder with him to his bedroom, he knew it was wrong. 

You were the only one who was supposed to have these photos, not him, he told himself as he pulled out the stack of photos. 

With trembling hands, he splayed them out against the soft fabric of his bed. There had to have been at least thirty, all lined up as his dilated pupils scanned over each and every one of them. 

As one hand held himself up as he leaned over the spread of pictures, the other slotted between the dampened fabric of his underwear and his embarrassingly hard cock. 

Spencer didn’t know where to look, as his frantic eyes darted from the stiff peaks of your nipples under your tank top, all the way to where your perfectly manicured fingers were spreading open your slick pussy. 

Letting out a low moan, his slim fingers wrapped around his heavy cock, and he couldn’t stop the way he began to hump his hand like some sort of animal. 

The man felt disgusting, fucking into his hand as stared down at the collage of you he had created underneath his shaking body. 

He had to face you tomorrow, look you right in the eyes as you talked about anything other than how he knows exactly what you look like under all your fancy blazers and fitted dress pants. 

It was so wrong, you trusted him so much, and here he was, stroking himself slowly to your nudes like they were in a cheap porn magazine. 

You’d be mortified if you knew anyone saw them, and you’d be horrified to know how tightly Spencer was squeezing his cock, desperately trying to replicate what it’d be like to fit into that drenched cunt of yours, the one you so proudly displayed for the camera. 

Guttural groans and borderline pathetic whimpers escaped his quivering lips. The tip of his thumb rubbed at the soaked head of his length, and his knees almost buckled at how fucking good it felt. 

His mouth hung open and a shaky stream of moans echoed throughout his empty room. 

“F-Fuck—“

He was dangerously close, eyes rolling back into his skull, hair falling into his line of sight, spine shuddering in pleasure, he was long gone. 

The fast pace of his hand around himself sped up frantically, and his body folded into itself as he imagined how upset and embarrassed you’d look after finding out what he’d done. 

A loud whine ripped from his throat and his entire body froze as he thrusted into his hand, shamelessly exploding all over your face and body. 

White ribbons of hot cum drip down his hand and pool against the inked surfaces, and he was far too busy moaning to himself to realize how much of a mess he made of you. 

But the morning after your suspicion, he made sure he got to the office before you did, inconspicuously hiding it under a pile of papers in your drawer. 

He knew you’d chalk it up to your nerves for not looking thoroughly enough the first time, you wouldn’t suspect a thing.

You made a quick stop at his desk to let him know that you found it, and he smiled at you like he had nothing to do with it, even though his pants had gotten tighter at the mere sight of the dark blue folder in those perfectly manifested fingers of yours. 

Training Spencer to cum on command was a labor of love. Having spent hours studying Pavlov and Skinner just to be able to make a  mess of your poor boyfriend on whim.

Spencer was almost unrecognizable, his face a deep shade of red and pink, slathered in a dripping layer of sweat, and a puddle of his own spend at his feet. 

Throwing his head back and swallowing breathlessly, he looks to you and pleads.

“P-Please—Stop. Can we stop, please?”

His rug burned wrists desperately trembling in their binds as he tries so hard to be good for you. It’s wearing him down, you’ve made him cum at least three times now simply by the snap of your fingers. 

It wasn’t this easy at first, and it didn’t even register what you were doing when you finally gave him permission to cum and just so happened to snap at the same time. 

No, it took a while. After the next few times, it confused him, he ignored it, but then it became an expectation to him. 

Whenever your hand was tightly wound against the sensitive tip of his dripping cock, he’d look to you with those desperate pleading eyes before mustering up the courage to beg for release. 

After he’d ask, he wouldn’t wait for your call, no, instead he’d look down at wherever your free hand was. 

As a man of extensive knowledge, especially to things pertaining something as simple as conditioning, Spencer knew these things worked. 

He just hadn’t even expected himself to be the lab rat in your little experiment. 

But now, you’d find him adjusting just fine. At least to your standards. 

As soon as he arrived home, you had dragged him to the garage. He’d made no attempt to stop you, even as you sat him down on a cold metal chair. 

He didn’t even raise an eyebrow when you began to tie him to aforementioned chair. 

Spencer knew better than to question you, and he knew better than to speak without being spoken to. So when he dared open his mouth to talk, you’d quickly snapped your fingers, the sound reverberating through the empty, cold garage. 

Whatever word he tried to say had been quickly replaced with a weak whimper. You let out a small huff of amusement, you’d expected this. 

The dull brown cotton of his slacks were out to get him, he was convinced. You’d had enough of an ego boost knowing he just came untouched, but as the light fabric began to darken as it soaked with semen, you just couldn’t help yourself. 

“Look at you, making a mess so easily.”

You almost scoff, your words taunting and mean.  This was your own doing, how could you possibly blame him for this? But you did anyways, and he hung his head in shame as he tried to ignore the sticky spend seeping into his briefs. 

“I-I’m sorry, couldn’t help it.” 

It’s recommended to ask for permission before you beg for forgiveness, but you made sure he’d never be able to attempt the former. 

“Tell me what you know about counterconditioning, Spence.”

You say as you crouch down in front of him, granting the littlest bit of kindness as you start to undress him and rid him of his soiled clothes. 

The brunet stumbles over his words at first, but answers nonetheless. 

“I-It’s a way to reverse the effects of classical conditioning, associating a set conditioned response—“

You snap. He cums.

Spencer almost doubles over in shock as he shoots another load of sticky seed into his pants. 

“With another un—fuck—unconditioned stimulus.” 

You nod as you pull his cum drenched briefs and pants down his legs, and look up to him with eyes that render him absolutely useless. 

“And how would I do that, to stop this?”

You emphasize your question with the swipe of your fingers across his slick covered tip. His thighs twitch around your head and he licks his lips, trying to take back what little composure he’s ever had.

“Y-You could do that–“ His eyes flicker down to where you’re touching his cock “A-And stop snapping. E-Eventually there won’t be an association between the stimuli.” 

Spencer speaks with an urgency that’s only found in those who know they’re done for. 

“But you don’t want that, do you?”

Your voice drips in a malicious seduction, tilting your head to the side as if to feign an innocence only he should have. 

It doesn’t take more than a second for him to shake his head. Even with his cock aching and his thighs sticky, his need to obey you was stronger than the pain of his self. 

So when you smile up at him, looking genuinely proud, it makes the ache worth it. He smiles back, albeit crooked and broken. 

The moment doesn’t last long, of course it doesn’t. As soon as he saw you raise your hand and press your fingers together, his eyebrows wrung together and his thighs quickly shut. 

It was fascinating, it was as if his body just couldn’t stop itself. Even as only a few spurts shot out of his throbbing cock. Thick white drops of cum dripped down the veiny shaft, falling all the day down his balls and onto the chair beneath him. 

Spencer throws his head back and lets out a strained moan, one that was full of pain and little pleasure. 

It hurt so badly, and he could barely keep up. You were simply torturing him because you could.

“I-I can’t, please.”

He begs, shaking his head when you stand up from your knelt position and look down on him like he was a filthy animal. 

“I’ve only touched you once, and here you are cumming without my permission three times. How selfish.”

You degrade him, reducing him to the villain in the scenario. Tears begin to stream down his face and he can feel his heart twisting in his chest. 

You’re right, he’s failed you more times than acceptable. He should feel ashamed.

“I-I know, I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

Spencer practically sobs, his entire body trembles as it aches with the aftershocks of three forced orgasms. 

A small huff expels from your nose and you shake your head. It was unfair, really, how easily manipulated he was. 

It was your fault after all, but what was it worth if not the satisfaction of reducing this know-it-all of a man down to desperate pleads and animal-esque behavior? 

You’ve got your hand held up behind your back, he knows it. He knows you too well to ever even entertain the idea you’d ever listen to him, but he’s hopeless enough to try anyways. 

A sob wrecks through his throat and he feels as though he can barely breathe. 

“P-Please—Stop. Can we stop, please? I-I can’t do this anymore.” 

It’s cruel, the way you laugh in his face as he drowns in his tears. How foolish of him to even ask.

Maybe you were being a touch too cruel, but it was all worth it the moment you saw genuine fear fill his eyes and the slight shake of his head as he begged you one last time to end it. 

But he knew better, and he couldn’t help himself as the hand behind your back echoed a snap right through his ears and out his length. 

You see the way his mouth drops open in a shrill cry, and relish in the sight of nothing coming out of his poor cock in a torturous dry orgasm.

You walked through the crowded party with Spencer’s hand in yours, and as usual, you were the one dragging him around as he aimlessly followed with an uneasy expression on his face. 

Looking back at him over your shoulder, you smile and tease him.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself.”

He stops walking and turns to you with an annoyed look. His response is nothing short of sarcastic.

"How couldn't I be? A room full of strangers, loud music I didn't choose, and the possibility of being touched by people who don't understand boundaries? Sounds like a great time."

Your eyebrows furrow a bit and you give him a small pout, tightening your grip on his hand for reassurance.

“Hey, loosen up a little baby.. I’m just teasing.”

Spencer sighs and lets out a little chuckle despite himself, and he tightens his grip back on your hand. 

"I know you're teasing. But I just wish I could enjoy situations like these. They're just uncomfortable and stressful. And I don't see how anybody can feel otherwise."

You pull him over to an empty spot on an otherwise full couch, making sure you’re sitting as close as possible to him to help him ease his nerves. You extend your legs over his lap and give him a hopeful smile.

“Well, I enjoy them. I like being around everyone, seeing people enjoy themselves and having fun, what’s not to enjoy?”

He glances over at you and smiles affectionately as you take a seat, placing his head on your shoulder and leaning against you.

"It's just.. too much stimulation for me. It's noisy, bright, and crowded. There’re so many people I don't know, and they're all moving and talking and trying to touch me."

He looks over at you and smiles.

"It's nice to be here with you, though. That helps a lot."

As he speaks about his discomfort, you sigh and look around the large living room full of people. 

No one would notice if you two slipped away for a moment. You look back to Spencer and lean in to suggest a solution.

“Do you wanna get away for a bit? Maybe it’ll help calm you down?”

His eyebrows raise and he nods enthusiastically. He leans back against you and wraps his arm around your waist, looking off to the side for a moment before glancing back at you and saying in a whispered plea.

"Yes please."

Nodding, you’re quick to stand up and drag him along with you. He’s got one hand situated on the curve of your waist and one that’s awkwardly shoved in his pocket to attempt to make himself look smaller.

There’s a staircase that leads you to the second floor of the house, and you’re almost surprised to find how empty it is despite the large number of attendees.

You gently push open one of the doors that line the hallway, and Spencer doesn’t think twice before pushing himself in and walking inside in a hurried panic.

The quiet of the space immediately calms him, and he relaxes for the first time since arriving at the party. He doesn’t have a chance to speak, as before he can even turn around to look at you, you’re grabbing him by his neck and shoving him down on a couch situated in the middle of the room.

He lets out a soft yelp as he falls on the couch, and he looks up at you in confusion and a little bit of fear.

“W-what are you doing?!" He gasps and attempts to sit up, but you shove him back down before he can.

With the hand that’s wrapped around his neck, you loosen two fingers and reach them up to shove them in his mouth and make his jaw go slack. Spencer lets out a gasp of surprise and makes a noise of protest when you don’t remove them.

“Shh baby, you’re fine.”

You coo as you sit yourself down on his lap and begin littering his face with wet kisses.

"Mmmph mm," He mumbles into your hand as you kiss him, his eyebrows furrowed with confusion. 

“Shh shh, that’s a good boy. Wet those for me, baby.” 

You murmur in his ear, finally letting go of his neck in favor of further shoving the two fingers down his throat. You can feel the crude sloshing of his spit and tongue slithering against your digits, and it only makes things better.

There’s a distinct tent in his pants, and your lower body begins to slowly gain friction against him.

His breath hitches and he glances around to the room, making sure nobody is around to see what is happening. "Mmmf," he mumbles against your fingers, his saliva covering them and his jaw still limp as he stares up at you.

Spencer calls out your name in a breathless whimper, not quite wanting to protest what’s happening but also not knowing how to feel about it.

You continue to press your fingers against his tongue as you mouth at his sweaty neck, licking over the dampened skin as you mumble against it. “Take your pants off, baby.”

He whimpers when you lick his neck, and he glances down to his lap, his face flushing a bright red in embarrassment. But nonetheless, he obeys.

“Good boy..”

You praise and move out of the way to allow him to strip himself for you. As he’s pushing the denim down his legs, you’re slowly sinking to your knees in front of him. 

Once his pants reach his ankles, you grow impatient and yank the rest of the garment off for him. 

His pale thighs tremble around your head as you look up at him with a morbid expression of satisfaction. His entire body jumps and his eyes squeeze shut as he feels your soaked middle finger prod at his tight hole.

“Come on baby, loosen up a bit for me alright? Just wanna help you.”

Spencer nods the best he can as his veiny hands grasp and fist at the fabric of the couch beneath his sweat slicked body. His entire being is tense in nervousness, so it’s no surprise you’re not finding much luck in an easy entry.

Your finger teasingly circles his hole, spreading the sticky spit all over his most intimate area, making him tremble even more at how positively aroused and terrified he was. 

His once tense legs relax a bit, and you can feel himself presenting to you easier than before. The first knuckle pushes in with a great resistance, just barely allowing you any room to work with. 

You sigh and press a soft kiss to his inner thigh before speaking gently to him, as if he were that of a baby animal.

“Let me help you, love.”

Spencer’s chest heaves and he looks as though he might break down, but with a quiet moan he allows his body to go slack and let you have your way. He trusts you. 

The tight muscle practically sucks you in with how absolutely tight he is. His spit makes for a slick entrance, and the feeling immediately has him in shambles.

“Oh, there you go, pretty thing..”

The disheveled brunet drops his jaw in a deep moan, unheard by the crowd as the loud bass of the music booms from under your lap.

His eyes were still glued shut, almost too far gone without even taking another step forward. When the skin of his ass meets your hand, you sigh dreamily and gently twist the digit inside of him. 

He’s warm, just as you expected, and so so tight around you. When you try pulling your finger out, one of his shaking hands reaches out to your wrist and holds you in place. Spencer lets out a soft whine and shakes his head.

“N-No.. Stay in.” 

You nod, not wanting to upset him in this state. He was so very vulnerable, spread wide for you on some strangers' couch, warm slick walls pulling you in deeper, it was just what he needed and he didn’t even know it. 

“You want more, baby?”

Spencer shakes his head and he slowly lets go of your wrist, giving you the control, putting this into your hands once again. 

You curl your finger inside of him, making a hook as you carefully calculate your movements and don’t break your stare from his face. 

He looked like heaven. His fuzzy eyebrows furrowed in an overwhelming pleasure, and his mouth dropped wide open as a flurry of whimpers and whines sung about. 

As you begin a scooping motion, his thighs thrash beside your head and you place a firm hand on his knee as a silent warning. 

You hadn’t quite found his spot yet, but you knew you could. You’d just need a bit of help.

“How’s that feeling, Spence?”

And although your voice sounds blurry and distant to him in this euphoric state, he finds it in himself to be good and answer you.

“G-Good..” 

You tilt your head to the side and begin to thrust deeper into him. His small moans spurred you on, but you didn’t want “good” right now. 

“Just good?” You curl your finger even more and thrust into him with greater vigor. “How about now, baby?”

Spencer’s breathing grows more labored and you can hear each huff of warm air coming from his nose with every harsh thrust you dealt to him. You felt so good inside of him it was driving him crazy, he involuntarily opened his eyes for just a moment as they crossed in pure ecstasy.

“F-Feels.. re—really really good..”

You pout and let out a sound of dejection at his answer. Now “really good” just wasn’t good enough.

Sticking your tongue out, you let a glob of your spit drop onto your ring finger and look up at him to make sure he was still distracted with the middle one already as deep as possible.

“You think we can do better than that?”

Before he’s even got it in him to respond to you, you’re shoving your ring finger alongside your middle finger inside of his warm wet cavern. The sounds are slick and downright obscene, and it surely doesn’t help how his noises increase in both volume and intensity.

As you curl both fingers inside of him and finally hit that mind numbing spot inside of him, his eyes shoot open for the first time and he almost screams out in pleasure. The spot feels gummy and you know it’s the right spot by the way both hands reach out to grasp onto something. 

His left hand reaches out to grab at your hair, and the right hand reaches down to death grip your wrist and shove it even deeper between his legs. 

“Mmn—fuck, fuck. O-Oh.. Oh my god..”

He whimpers in a broken chorus of bliss, all accented by the sharp and persistent thrusts you’re still battering into his spot. 

It’s not long at all before his grip tightens on both accounts and his hips are bucking wildly in the air and he’s shooting ribbons of his release onto his chest and chin. 

“Fuck—I can’t.. I-I can’t stop.”

So neither do you, fingers still fucking him with a fiery passion that simply can’t die down now; Not when sticky ropes of white hot arousal drop against his hips and even drip down his shaft. 

“Pl—Please.. I can’t..”

Spencer cries out and throws his head back against the cushions once more, begging you to take him out of whatever arousal induced panic he was in. 

It’s only when you finally take your fingers out of the slick hole does he stop cumming all over himself. 

You sit back against your heels and sigh happily at the mess you’ve made, admiring how absolutely horribly you’ve defiled this man.

He’s somehow got cum on his face, dripping down his cheekbones and chin, and his heaving chest was positively covered in his arousal.

“How was that?”

You question with a cocky grin adorned in your face, and you’re so satisfied you’re not even bothered with the way your fingers are drenched  and soaking into the expensive fabric of your dress.

Spencer’s neck cranes up and he looks down at you with an expression that was nothing short of fucked, and he’s lost all shame for himself in this moment he’s got no problem admitting it to you.

You’re not exactly sure why you agreed to this, but you were happy to be a part of one of Spencer’s new hobbies nonetheless.

Your boyfriend had recently taken up painting, and he decided his latest subject and newest project was going to be a portrait of you.

So there you were, sprawled out on your living room couch in nothing but a barely visible slip dress.

He was deep in concentration as his deep eyes shifted back and forth from your body to the canvas. 

“Are muses allowed to talk?”

You ask, knowing he had asked you not to move, but being a human mannequin was harder than it looked.

Spencer glances up at you briefly with a small smile as he paints the curve of your jaw, seemingly in a trance as he creates the image.

“Not really.” 

He was nearly finished anyways, so it wasn’t like you were messing anything up, but he’d never pass up the opportunity to tease you.

“But I think I can make an exception for my muse.”

His gaze slowly lowers from your face as he paints, his eyes lingering on the curve of your waist for a long moment as you readjust your body. 

“For someone who's just laying there, you keep distracting me, in a dress that hardly covers a thing..”

At the teasing tone in his voice, your lips part in a baffled scoff. 

“If I remember correctly, you’re the one who told me to wear this and you’re the one who told me to get in this position.”

His grin only broadens as he sets his brush down and lays it on the nearby table, slowly working over to you and getting right up next to you on his knees. 

Spencer reaches out a paint stained hand to touch your leg, but you jolt away before he can. 

“Hey, you’re supposed to be painting.”

Your eyebrows furrow as you jokingly scold him.

“I’m almost done, I just need to make sure I’ve got the right angles to properly capture my muse.”

He says, continuing his advancements as he runs the tips of his rough fingers along your soft thighs. The feeling has you shivering, as it never did take much for him to turn you on. 

But it doesn't take a genius to figure out that he’s not being entirely honest with his intentions, and you watch through lust lidded eyes as he reaches towards his canvas and work station.

His nimble fingers quickly grasp a clean plastic paintbrush, one with a thicker base that would be used for much larger, and broader strokes. 

With the snap of his fingers, your focus turns back to him immediately, and he grasps your chin in his fingers. 

“Now be a good muse, would you?”

Wordlessly you nod, looking his face up and down for any sign of what that might entail. 

As he lets go of your face and leans back, the hand holding the brush nudges at your knees. They were laid on top of each other as you were still in your previous position.

But that wouldn’t do any longer. As soon as he bumps his knuckles into your legs, you’re spreading them as wide as the couch allows you to.

He maintains eye contact with you as he slowly drags the tip of the paintbrush from the tops of your knees down to the folds of your uncovered sex. Your body jumps at the feeling, but you still lay there pliant for him.

The dark plastic rod swirls against your slick wetness, and despite using the opposite end, he could’ve been fooled if this was its intended use. 

He breaks your shared gaze to drag the brush downward, closer and closer. 

Your lips quiver as he inches towards your hole, and you barely manage to stutter out your words. 

“Y-You’re supposed to be painting..”

Spencer’s eyes snap up to yours immediately and it makes your throat run dry. The corners of his soft pink lips curl upwards, and he looks back down to where your cunt invites him in. 

“And you are supposed to be quiet.”

He says as he sinks the end of the paintbrush into your pussy. With the intrusion, it leaks onto the soft couch beneath you.

You throw your head back against the arm and fight the urge to entirely swallow the brush whole. 

The object, although not nearly as thick or long as your counterpart, sinks deeper into your walls, the cold plastic quickly burning hot with the tight heat that surrounds it. 

Spencer’s got his fingers gripping where metal meets bristle, and watches in a crude fascination as he begins to fuck you with the end of a paintbrush. 

As he pushes it deeper, you lift your head and look up at him, but he’s nowhere close to meeting your gaze.

Instead, his hazel eyes are trained on how every time he withdraws the brush from your soaked pussy, a thick layer of your arousal coated the dark plastic. 

He licked his lips and you could hear just how heavily he was breathing as he pushed it back into your tight slit. 

It sinks all the way into you, without any trace of resistance. He’s careful not to be too rough with it, and it becomes clear he’s not going slow to torture you, but instead to admire you. 

The way your soft walls flutter around the paintbrush as if it were second nature, and the way you’re practically leaking a puddle underneath you. It’s all too much for him to be spoiled with at once.

Under his breath, he curses out gentle profanities. And his unoccupied hand slowly reaches down towards the front of his trousers. 

There’s wet paint on his palm and it smears against light fabric as he cusps the heavy bulge filled in his pants. He gives it a hearty squeeze and lets out a strained sigh of relief. 

Your eyes dart down to his dirty hands palming his aching cock. And your soft lips twitch into a nervous smile. 

“You’re getting distracted..” 

Voice quivering and legs shaking. 

Spencer doesn’t even have to look up at you to know the smug smirk adorned on your face. He simply nods once.

You notice the shining gloss in his eyes, a shine that holds fascination and adoration. 

“Yeah.. You don’t mind, do you?”

You shake your head immediately, as if either of you possessed the immense power it would take to tear him away from you. 

He nods back and gives himself one last squeeze before he removes his hand from himself and places it on you instead.

His thumb finds solace against your inner thigh, reaching out to gently spread your glistening pussy. 

Like a true artist, he studied his subject in the most effective way possible. 

Spencer thrusts the brush in and out of you, stroking it as deep as you’ll take it. The hard tip stamps into your spot repeatedly and your entire body jolts with the intensity. 

“S-Spence..”

You moan out, feeling downright filthy and pathetic that you’re about to cum because of a paintbrush.

The tops of his fingers turn white with how tightly he’s holding the brush, and he’s biting the thin skin right off his lip. 

His thumb moves to rub gentle circles at your clit, the pressure on your sensitive button being what sends you right off the edge. 

As he shoves the tip right against that gummy spot that has you seeing stars, you’re leaking a sticky sweet substance around the rod. 

Your jaw goes slack in a silent whimper, and it’s not a moment too soon before he’s pulling the paintbrush out of you entirely and running his pink tongue along the soaked plastic. 

With pleasure drunk eyes, you watch as he swirls the muscle around until every last taste bud is coated with an essence that’s simply you.

The sight causes a spark in your stomach, feeling downright worshipped with the way he so desperately licked up your release. 

Once he’s sure he’s cleaned it thoroughly, he flips the brush around. It’s a sudden change in sensations when the bristles of the brush tap against your sensitive folds. 

An accident, you think. 

But just when you thought he’s had his fun, he drags the brush against your cunt, collecting the trails of slick that coated your plush skin. 

The substance soaks into the toe of the brush, cascading down each individual bristle like the highest quality of paint. 

And when he’s certain he’s collected enough, he brings the defiled brush to canvas and runs it along the surface, covering each square inch of his painted muse. 

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence as he finishes the final touch of his painting. He attempts to capture the glow and shine of your person the best he could. 

“You know I can do so much better than this Mommy, please..” 

Spencer pleaded, nimble fingers trembling as the vibrating bullet in his hand was practically driving him crazy. You were sitting in front of him as he knelt before you, and he was just barely holding it against your dripping folds at this point, desperate to prove to you that you surely didn’t need this stupid toy to please you. 

“Because I don’t need you right now, Spencer. You’re lucky I’m even letting you do this for me.” 

Truth be told, you knew he could do a better job than the toy shakily pressing against your clit, but shattering his ego and rendering him useless was always worth it anyways. 

The man let out a pitiful whine, jutting out his bottom lip in a defeated pout as he continued to circle the toy against the taunting bundle of nerves he so desperately wanted to taste for himself. 

He felt his chest growing heavier and his mouth practically watering at the sight of the slickened silicone that pushed the wet folds of your cunt around in his face. It was almost torture at this point. 

And not even a minute had passed before he was whimpering out again and begging you to just give him a chance. 

“M-Mommy please.. Let me do it..” 

Clicking your teeth and sighing deeply, you roll your eyes and give into the need that was pumping through the veins of his cock and brain alike. There wasn’t a hint of amusement or content in your voice at all, but it was more than a relief to hear the word, “Fine”, slip out of your mouth. 

Within seconds, Spencer had discarded the vibrator and was leaning over you on shaking elbows, mouth agape as he let out hot puffs of air between the two of you. One hand was holding up his entire body while the other was shakily grabbing himself at the base of his throbbing cock, messily running it up and down your pussy. 

The entire time he was psyching himself up, you had a look of disinterest plastered all over your face. Eyebrow cocked, lips downturned, it looked almost as if you had better things to do than be filled to the brim by the quivering man above you. 

Sure, you were far more aroused with just his tip rubbing up against you as compared to the harsh vibrations of the toy, but you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. It’d inflate his ego and get to his head, and no one likes a cocky boy. 

The brunet was almost in shambles by the time he finally mustered up the courage to sink into you, and it felt almost heaven sent, the way you sucked him in and molded around his shape. There was a crude squelching sound when he bottomed out, both of you being far too wet, and he almost choked on the lump in his throat at the sound alone. 

“F-Fuck.. Mm–” 

He whimpered softly, his thighs were shaking and his balls felt so full it almost hurt. It took almost everything in him to not finish right there, if he did he’d feel foolish for wasting such an opportunity. 

Lifting his head to look at you, his heart dropped and his eyes widened in surprise when he found you didn’t look like you were enjoying this nearly enough as he was, if at all. You had an expression plastered on your face that just screamed, ‘Are you done yet?’, and it made his confidence crumble in his chest. 

Maybe he wasn’t doing good enough? Not going as fast or hard as you needed, maybe that’s all it was. He didn’t want to even think about the possibility of not pleasing you like you deserved, especially when you were reacting so much more to that stupid toy he hated using so much. 

His hips began to thrust faster than before, slipping in and out of you with ease that made his head spin. And he could feel himself reaching the spot inside of you that you usually love, but right now it seemed like you weren’t even paying attention to him. 

Now he was going harder, if faster wasn’t working, surely this would. His thin hips crashed into the insides of your thighs, balls slapping crudely against the plush fat of your ass, it was too much for him but seemingly nothing for you. 

He’d had cum by now if not for the shame that was building up inside of him, he was far too distracted by the way you just weren’t responding to his rough thrusts to let himself finish. 

His cheeks burned with embarrassment and his lips quivered as his words were dying in his throat. Swallowing and looking at you with teary eyes, his voice is no louder than a shrill whisper as he pathetically begs you to, “P-Please do something”, and you just laugh in his poor little dejected face.

“You said you could do better, I’m waiting, Spence.. If you’re done, I’d like to use the toy again.”

And he just about cried in that moment, never had he felt so degraded in his life by you, and desire the feeling of his ego and confidence being crumbled before him, it only made him want to do better for you. He absolutely needed to prove to you that he’s better than any toy you could ever buy. 

Abruptly grabbing your ankles, he hiked them up to rest on his bony shoulders and practically folded you in half. Leaning over your body and pushing his cock deeper inside of your warm walls, he pressed your knees against your chest and huffed against your neck.

“Please, Mommy.. Just wanna do good for you..” 

He whispers huskily against the sweaty skin of your throat, wet tongue poking out of pink tinted lips and licking up the side of your neck to the curve of your jaw. His hips pistoned his dick impossibly faster into you, jackhammering his length as deep as your cervix would allow him to. 

You bit your lip in an attempt to stop yourself from letting it slip just how close you were, because despite the fact you were in charge and always were, he was positively ruining you right now. The leaking tip of his cock was stamping brutally against your sweet spot, and it no longer became possible to hide the tremble in your thighs that gave away the way you were about to burst. 

Smiling evilly against your jaw, sharp canines bare and sink into your flesh, making you break your composure and moan out involuntarily. Spencer’s body goes into overdrive at the sound, and he snags the skin of your ear, only to desperately whimper into it. 

“Tell me how good I’m doing Mommy, pl–oh fuck–please..” 

His hand reaches down to rub against your sensitive clit and you almost lose it, throwing your head back and sighing loudly. Your thighs close instinctively, but with how fast his hips were bucking up against you, they were spread wide open in an instant. 

“F-Fuck.. My god–You’re doing so good, baby..” 

You groan out and squeeze your eyes shut as you can feel your orgasm not so subtly creeping up on you. Spencer whines out when he feels your cunt clench around him even tighter, feeling as though he was being forced out of your walls with how fixed around him you were. 

“Look at me, Mommy.. Please look at me..” 

He begs you desperately, not being able to bring himself to finish inside of you before you gush around him like he needed you to. And as soon as your blissed out eyes met his that were dripping with tears, your jaw dropped open in a choked out cry as you came around his cock. 

Sticky fluids of your release leaked from around his length and left a creamy ring around the base that almost had him fainting. His thrusts turned frantic and sloppy, and wanton sobs forced themselves out of his throat as he pushed himself as deep as possible and flooded your cunt with ribbons of thick, warm cum. 

Your eyes crossed and rolled into the back of your head at the feeling of him spilling his cum and fucking it into you. He did his best to gracefully collapse against your sweat slicked body. The both of you panted in unison as you laid in silence for several minutes, which were absolutely necessary after absolutely defiling each other. 

Spencer raised his head from your chest, and with brown curls sticking adorably to his forehead, he almost too bashfully asks you, “D-Did I do good?”.  

Cruelly tapping up the side of his soaking shaft, you smile up at Spencer even though you know he wouldn’t be able to return the favor. There’s a muggy layer of sweat that lays upon his skin, and an absolute flood of cum in his drenched boxers. 

A small pool of spend had gathered in the fabric of his underwear and dwelled in the cavern of his spread and shaking thighs, creating a sticky mess of the past three orgasms you’ve coaxed out of the poor man in front of you.

If not for the messily tied rope that bound his ankles to the chair he sat upon, he would’ve thrashed out of his confines and ran for the hills, begging you not to touch him ever again. Spencer was simply lost in pleasure as your nimble fingers made their way across pulsing veins and thick semen. 

When he finally opens his eyes to the unfortunate sight and feel of you rubbing him through his boxers once more, you tilt your head to the side and put on your best act to show him you were just as desperate as he was, but in an entirely different way. 

"Just one more, please? Can't you do that for me baby?" 

Your voice was low and wishful as the palm of your hand came in contact with the rubbed raw tip of his poor abused cock. Convulsing in his spot, Spencer practically jumps away at the feel and shakes his head frantically in a desperate attempt to get you to show him some sliver of mercy. 

"You know I can't do that.."

He whines pitfully, moving his hips back as much as he can away from you, but to no avail. You continue to move the flat surface of your palm against the wet gooey feeling of his load, spreading it around and creating even more of a disgusting and filthy mess. 

As he continued to cry out, you just ignored the pained noises that were forced from his raw throat. He wanted this as much as you did, if not more. 

“Why not? I thought you wanted to be a good boy for me.. What happened to that?”

Guilt seeped into the man’s veins, pumping along the never ending supply of arousal that just couldn't leave him alone no matter how hard it hurt. Snapping his gaze down to you with his eyebrows drawn close, he shakes his head again and babbles out apologies and excuses, none of which you want to hear. 

“I-I am a good boy.. I already finished three times, isn’t that enough?”

Pouting and clicking your tongue, your free hand grabs his dick at the rock hard base, a lewd squishing noise making itself known as you squeezed a little harder than you should’ve. Spencer whimpered in pain and his legs jolted together in an attempt to close. 

“I want more, Spence. Cum for me, please?” 

While one hand absolutely massacred his overly sensitive head, the other squeezed at the base and teased at his balls, making a sickly feeling in the pit of his stomach come to life as his pitiful used body tried its hardest to produce something or anything that would make you proud. 

Tears sprung to the brunet's eyes as he threw his head back in frustration. Your touch was too much but not nearly enough to get him to finish again, and it twisted his heart to even think about the possibility of you being disappointed in him.

“I-I can’t.. I can’t do it. Pl-Please.. I’m sorry.”

Spencer sobbed out, choking on his own words and tasting the salt of his tears as he felt himself going numb with pleasure and total overstimulation.

“No.. I believe you can do it, Spence. Come on, please? For me?” 

He bleats pathetically at your begging, not used to you being the one pleading for him. It conjured up something confusing in his brain and more evidently his cock, and despite being seemingly drained for all he was worth, his jaw drops in a mix of an agonizing groan and a pained whimper. 

“Fuck–no..no.”

Warmth spurted from under your palm and wetted the already doused undergarment, a cruel smile springing on your face at the absolute agony you’ve put him in. His chest heaves in labored breaths, almost as if he traded in every other function in his body just to be able to finish for you at this moment. 

His cock twitched in your hold as you wouldn’t let up and continued to wring at his length, you wanted to make sure he was completely empty, milked for everything and nothing his pathetic little body would grant you.

Spencer’s groans seized when he realized your hands were still on him somehow, and he began shaking his head so quickly you’d be surprised all the blood hadn’t already left his brain. Hot tears streamed down his flushed face as he started to let out gut wrenching sobs, 

“N-No, no.. No more please I-I can’t take it..”  

And in an instant you released him from your hold and backed up away from the husk of a man that sat before you. Shaking, whimpering, crying, he had it all after having everything taken from him. 

His cum dripped from the darkened fabric and joined the sticky webs that formed between his legs and pelvis, a sight to behold, to put it lightly. Your hands reach out gently to grab at the waistband of his underwear, and you stop yourself from laughing at the way his body flinches at the lightest touch.

Pulling down his boxers, you let his messy cock slap against his stomach, forcing an embarrassed whimper out of him. Tip a mean shade of red, veins pumping faster than his heart, and a still embarrassingly hard shaft that might as well had grown a second skin with how much of his release coated his length. 

“Look at you.. You must want more, hm?”

Spencer’s eyes widened before you could even finish your sentence and cut you off with a firm refusal that no he did not want more. 

Chuckling in a cruel and cold tone, you flick his cockhead and bite your tongue when the tiniest gush of cum shot out of him, much to your surprise. 

Arching your eyebrow you look up at the man, whose face shows nothing but terror and desperation, and you find yourself relishing in the torment. In a sickly sweet voice, you beckon him. 

You were sitting at your desk in your bedroom, intently staring at your computer screen as you tried to file through your work. Your eyebrows furrowed in concentration and you were so deep in thought you didn’t even hear your boyfriend Spencer walk into the room. 

He had been working late, so it was just past midnight. His footsteps were silent as he walked past you towards the bed. But he saw you were engrossed in your work and was going to sneak past you without disturbing you, but a thought popped into his mind and he suddenly couldn’t resist.

Biting your lip, you look down at the papers on the table and start to write something down, oblivious to the way Spencer was sneakily padding over to you with a clear intention in mind. You didn't know what he had planned, but you knew you couldn't afford any distractions right now.

He came up behind you and stood at your left-hand side. Your attention was still focused on the papers in front of you, much to his dismay. He leaned in slowly and kissed the right side of your neck, moving any pieces of hair that got in his way. He then nuzzled his face against your neck, his breathing becoming quick and shallow.

A shudder ran up your spine and your heart almost stopped before you processed what was happening as he snapped you out of your work-induced trance. After the initial shock, your eyebrows knit further in annoyance. You had a lot of things to get done, and he sure wasn't helping, and you knew he knew that.

"Not now, Spence. I'm really really busy, do you think you can give me a few hours?"

You try to sound as sweet as possible, because you knew for a fact that he could not wait a few more hours. He was impatient and needy at the worst times, now being one of them. You tried to ignore the warm feeling of his lips pressing tiny kisses against your neck.

“How about now? I just want a little taste..”

His lust blown eyes sparkled with mischief as he looked at you, with a slight playful smile. His voice sounded low and husky and his eyes burned with arousal. His words had a slight edge of desperation to them and he seemed to have no intention of giving up any time soon.

Breaking your gaze from your work you look at him just long enough that those wide eyes of his almost win you over, but you're quick to get back to writing as you shake your head. The desperation was evident in his voice, but you really had so much to do. You just couldn't afford to stop and give him what he wanted.

"Baby, I told you. I'm really busy, be a good boy and be patient for me, please?"

Spencer had looked like a hurt puppy when you turned away from him, he couldn’t believe you didn’t give in after his first time asking. His face twisted into a sad frown as you wrote on your stupid papers. He sighed again and tried harder to get your attention.

“Just a few minutes, please? Do I really have to wait until later?”

He asked pitifully. The puppy dog eyes and little frown that looked so adorable on his face were working overtime to get you to give in and fuck him already.

With a soft chuckle you look at him and shake your head once more. It was always hard to say no to him, and you rarely did, which is why he always took it so hard.

It was always so endearing how desperate he got when he didn't get what he wanted. You really did want to give him what he wanted, but he was far too spoiled already. He had to learn his lesson sooner or later.

"Spence, baby. Go lay down or read a book until I'm finished, I promise after I'm finished we can do whatever you want, okay? You'll be okay waiting for a bit."

He was determined to make you give in by any means necessary. The slacks he neglected to change out of were growing tighter by the second, heavy cock straining against the already uncomfortable material. He was so hard and needy and he didn’t know what he’d do if you kept this up. 

Spencer leaned in closer to you, and his lips pressed against the side of your neck again. This time he sucked and swirled his wet tongue against it, creating a tingling feeling that spread throughout your body. He looked down at you with a pleading look, trying to make you give into his pleading and begging sooner rather than later.

“Please.. I-I can’t wait an entire night to be with you. I just can’t..” He whined, looking at you pitifully. His tone was almost like he was throwing a tantrum, and at this point he might as well have been.

"Well you're going to have to, if I don't get this finished I'm fucked."

You didn't even spare him the glance, already knowing he was giving you those pouty lips and sad puppy eyes. Maybe it was because you really did need to focus, or because you knew if you looked at him for longer than a second you wouldn't be able to.

His bottom lip curled downwards into a pout and he let out a sigh, before slowly leaning back away from you. He took a step back but his eyes remained glued on you. 

“Okay. Fine. I’ll be a good boy..” He whined again, and pouted.

The dejected tone in his voice sent a pang through your heart, and you couldn't help the way you bit your lip in thought at how to proceed this. You knew you had to work, but you also knew how much he loved being around you. Sighing, you speak your compromise.

"Come here."

You called out in a firm voice, waiting for his presence behind you again.

He seemed a little surprised by your rather blunt word choice, but he obeyed nonetheless and came back over to stand behind you. Plus your tone of voice when you called for him turned him on in an instant. You still had your attention on your work and he knew that, but he liked the small progress he was making. 

“What can I do for you, ma’am?”

He was still in a slightly dejected tone, but he had a glimmer of hope. He craved to hear and feel the passion and desire he knew you had inside of you, and he needed it now. 

"Get on the ground."

You offhandedly said, as if it were nothing more than a passing thought. With your rolling office chair, you pushed yourself back a bit so he had more space. Space to sit underneath your desk like a good pet while you finish your work. He was so desperate for your attention, he'd take anything you offered.

The moment he heard those words his heart dropped into his stomach. He was so desperate to be with you, that even being right at your feet was more than he could ever ask for. He loved when you told him what to do and when to do something. He absolutely adored being ordered around.

Spencer was quick to obey you as he fell to his knees and crawled under the desk, waiting for more orders. His eyes burned with lust as he stared up at you. 

Your eyes flickered down at him once he was settled between your legs, and you widened them the littlest bit more, just to tease him. Without another word, you began typing on your computer, seemingly ignoring him after telling him to kneel at your feet like a dog.

To put it simply, he was desperate to be noticed. He wanted your attention so bad he’d do anything for it. He wanted you to acknowledge him, give him the littlest glance and he’d be happy.

Yet, he still knew better than to bother you right now while you were working after already burning that bridge. So he just looked up at you as you typed away on your computer and waited for a sign from you. His eyes locked with yours that were glued to the screen and he looked at you with a gaze full of adoration and worship. 

But you hadn't even been granted five minutes of peace and quiet before you felt him scooting closer towards you. He seemed to take a liking to your right leg, gravitating towards it and not so subtly opening his own legs to slot your calf between them. You stop typing for a moment, but you don't give the satisfaction of sight.

"Spencer."

Voice low and scolding, you warn him with just the call of his name. You thought you had given him more than enough attention, especially after he had been such a brat and refused to leave you alone. He's lucky you even let him sit under your desk, and now he was taking advantage of it.

His eyes darted forward when he heard your low, scolding voice, as if he had been caught. He looked at you with eyes that were positively spilling faux innocence, like he was expecting to be let off the hook.

“Yes, Ma’am?”

Spencer asked quietly, tilting his head to one side. His expression looked hopeful, like he was expecting more. A part of him was hoping to be rewarded for his behavior. He knew that wasn’t the case, though. You never rewarded misbehavior.

"Watch it."

You warned him once again. The tone in your voice was nothing short of intimidating and serious, and yet it did nothing but turn him on even more. You could feel his arousal throbbing against your ankle as he cozied himself up against your leg. You tried to ignore the weight and heat of his shaft pressing on you, but you were just a woman. 

He rested his chin on your knee, eyes wide and sparkling. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked a little confused as he tried to figure out what he had done wrong so as to deserve your warning. You told him to get on the ground, you never told him he couldn’t use your leg to get himself off. He had no idea he was taking advantage of your kindness, and yet had no problem doing it.

“Watch what?”

The brunet asked innocently. He kept his eyes glued to yours, waiting to see what you were going to do, as if challenging you. The longer he looked up at you, the hornier he got. Taking a deep inhale through your nose and rolling your eyes, you snap at him. 

"I've told you countless times, I need to get my work done. I can't give you what you want."

You reminded him once again, eyes darting everywhere on the desk and yet not one glance underneath it. You had hardly registered the way his hips were slowly rolling down against your leg and how his plush pink lips parted with a soft moan. He was grinding against you like a bitch in heat, barely listening to a word you said at this point. 

He let out a whimper as he pushed the pulsing head of his dick against you without a care in the world. Those wide, adorable brown eyes of his looked so desperate as he continued to look up and try his best as to not be caught by you. You couldn't see it, but you felt his arms hook around your leg for more leverage to hump against you pathetically. 

“I know, I know. I just–can’t wait. It has to be you..” 

Your breath hitched as your breath got caught in your throat. Something about those words he just whimpered out, they were winning you over. You purse your lips with a sigh and look down at the pathetic puppy at your feet. The movements of his hips and crotch had slowed down, but you could tell he was just itching to start again. The way his eyebrows were slightly upturned in the temptation of bliss, and the soft puffs of a whimper leaving his mouth. It was too much, and you were worn weak.

"You have five minutes, if you don't get off by then, you leave this room. Understood?"

Spencer smiled widely when he heard what you agreed to, and he crawled forward more to hug your leg closer to his chest. Pressing his forehead against your knee, he made small, soft whimpering noises as he got to work. 

“Yes, Ma’am. I understand. Five minutes.” 

He recited back to you as coherently as he could, already lost in the feeling of your unmoving ankle colliding so deliciously with his leaking cock. He was staining the insides of his boxers with sticky warm precum, and the wetness made his head spin and his breath shallow.

Turning your attention back to the work at hand and not the bitch at your feet, you shake your head and try your hardest to ignore the way he was practically humping your leg at this point. He was trying his hardest to keep quiet, but it obviously wasn't working. If Spencer was anything, it was vocal when he felt his best. You could feel every stutter of his hips and the way the rest of his body shook when he pressed his arousal harder against the bone of your calf. You'd be lying if you told yourself this wasn't turning you on beyond belief, ignoring him as he used you for his own pleasure.

He pushed himself against your leg some more, but he didn’t push it too far for now. You knew he was about to burst, but he tried so hard to hold it in to enjoy it. He was breathing more heavily as instinctively kissed your knee. His sounds of need became louder with every hump.

“Oh, fuck.” 

He shuddered out, his voice still low and sultry and nothing short of needy. His whole body quivered with the amount of effort he was using to hold on. Not only would it be humiliating to have finished not even thirty seconds after you granted him permission to get himself off, but it would be an utter waste of time. 

As the seconds ticked by and approached his time limit, the push and pull of his lower body was almost maddening. He was rubbing himself so hard against you through his pants, and you secretly hoped he'd be able to finish in five minutes, considering how badly you wanted to see him make a mess without even having to touch him, let alone pay attention to him.

Spencer looked up at you, and he still had four minutes to go before his time was up. He was already out of control, and it was getting harder and harder to hold himself back.

He kept rubbing himself on you and making those low, desperate sounds. He was going to explode soon, and although unlikely, he hoped that you would stop working when those five minutes were up. He hoped you would finally pay attention to him. He was so needy and desperate. He wanted you now. 

While he was having the time of his life grinding against you, it just wasn’t what he really needed. He needed to be buried inside of you, pushing as deep as he possibly can as your cunt sucked him in even further. He needed to have you gushing around him as his elbows gave out on him as he tried his hardest to keep fucking you through his third orgasm. 

But he wasn’t going to get that, not tonight. 

Deciding to try and be nicer to your poor boy, you move one hand away from your work and card it through his soft curls. Running your nails against his scalp, back and forth, as if to imitate the cant of his hips. It almost served as a silent praise, 'what a good job you're doing' you could have said, but you had a demeanor to keep up and a report to write up.

He couldn’t help the pathetic groan that was punched out of him at your touch. You always knew where he loved being touched the most, and you knew it never felt as good when he did it himself. 

“Oh, fuck–please.”

The words left his mouth in a hiss as he pushed himself more against you. His jaw shook and his sounds grew in intensity as his body froze and he squeezed your leg impossibly tighter. It wasn't a moment later that you felt his entire body go rigid against you and his breath caught in his throat in what sounded like a choked sob.

The tightness of Spencer’s pants did nothing to mask his shame as he exploded into the poor stained fabric. His eyes instantly found your face and almost forced you to look right back at him as he finished. His mouth was quivering as pathetic whimpers and moans punched their way out of his throat. Thick spurts of warm cum made their way into his boxers. He had positively soaked the front of his pants, with a minute left to spare.

The moment he finished, he fell flat against you and his hand reached out and grabbed your thigh, clinging onto you like he was dying and you were his lifeline. His head was pressed firmly against your leg and he was still shaking and breathing heavily from his release.

His face was burning red from the strain he just went through. He felt as though he shot out his soul in the process of drenching himself. He had a stupid grin on his face as he looked up at you with pleading eyes.

“Can I stay now?” He asked in a desperate tone, with those same damned puppy dog eyes.

Rolling your eyes, you smile down at him and suck on your teeth. He always knew how to push your buttons and get what he wanted, every single time.

Traveling by train was one of the most popular methods of transportation, and luckily for you, you found the tight confines of small rows and the insistent vibration of the tracks beneath you quite charming.

Walking slowly through the dimmed lounge area, you spotted a well dressed man sitting by himself, reading a newspaper. With a smile, you walk over to him and run your fingers over the cushion of the couch he was sitting on.

“Mind if I take a seat?” You say.

The man sets his newspaper aside, giving you a polite nod of his head as he seems to look you up and down.

“Not at all,” He replies. “Please, have a seat.”

He seems friendly, but you can’t help but feel that there is perhaps something a little more to him than meets the eye. 

A flirtatious smile crosses your face at his kind words, and you take your time settling into the seat across from him. He picks up the newspaper, but his eyes don’t seem to dance across the pages like they used to, no, he was focused on you. 

You cross your leg over the other, your smooth skin peeking out from the slit of dress you wore. Waiting to see who would break the tension first, you don’t break your gaze from him. 

He notices your mischievous smile, and can’t help but smile back. He also can’t help but notice your legs, and makes no effort to hide his admiration of them. You feel a tingle of excitement as you catch him looking at your thighs, and part of you wishes you’d chosen a skirt that showed them off more.

Despite the length of your dress, he certainly does like what he sees. 

Leaning forward a bit and resting your hands in your lap, you look at him with a curious glint in your eyes.

“So, are you traveling for business, or for pleasure?”

An innocent question on the surface, but he knew better than that. You weren’t here to make small talk.

“You can call it business,” He replies, with a smirk that tells you he knows exactly what you’re up to.

As he leans back in his seat, he gives you another thorough look up and down, eyes dragging up your body and taking in every detail of your appearance. 

“And you’re here for … pleasure, I take it?” He says, with a knowing grin. The newspaper in his hand ruffles a bit.

A small chuckle leaves through your noise in a soft huff.

“Don’t be so sure of yourself just yet, sweetheart..”

Your tone is playful as you slowly start to uncross your legs. His eyes flicker down to your thighs for a moment, much to your satisfaction. A watchful gaze lingers on your legs for a split second more before moving back up to meet yours. He knows exactly what you’re up to and is more than satisfied by it. And so are you. 

“I have a proposal for you,” He says after a moment’s silence, reaching for a card in his inside pocket, which he then places on the table between you.

You lean forward and pick it up, your nimble fingers toying with the card before reading over it.

The man smiles as he watches you handle and read over the card, enjoying the way your fingers dance across the surface of the card.

The card reads simply:

Dr. Spencer Reid. XXX-XXX-XXXX

“You know what to do,” He whispers with a wink and a smile.

A small scoff leaves your lips as you slip the card into the pocket of your fur coat. “Good evening, sir.” 

You say, voice low and sultry as you stand up and retreat back to your sleeping quarters. You can feel his eyes boring holes into your body, undressing you with every sway of your hips as you walk away from him.

His gaze never leaves you as you walk away, and he can’t help but imagine what you might be hiding underneath that fur coat. He tries to imagine the curves of your body beneath the fabric, but knows that he can only guess, and his imagination would never do you justice. 

Closing the doors to your room, you shove off your coat and throw it on the ground. You bend down to retrieve the card before you step over the pile of fur and walk over to your bed, laying down on it as you reach for the rotary phone perched on the bedside table.

You rotate your finger on the dial until you’ve successfully entered his phone number. You wait a few moments as the call goes through.

The phone rings once, then twice, then three times, before a voice at the other end eventually answers.

“Hello?” a deep, masculine voice says through the receiver.

It is, of course, the same man you talked to earlier, now on the other end of the line. He sounds amused, as though he was expecting your call tonight.

“Have I reached Dr. Reid?”

The gravelly tone in your voice doesn’t do anything to mask your desire for him. You place the card on the table before toying with the cord of the phone.

He doesn’t need to be told who you are– he remembers where he met you this evening all too well.

“The one and only.” He replies, his voice low, smooth, and arrogant.

He knows exactly what he wants– and he knows exactly what you want, too. He doesn’t have to say a word– his breathless voice tells you everything.

“Room 134, don’t keep me waiting, Doctor.”

Is all you say before he hears the dial tone ring through, you’ve hung up on him. You’re expecting him, and he won't keep you waiting for long.

As you put the receiver back on the hook, a smile crosses your face. You know exactly what you want, and you know exactly how to get it.

There’s a firm knock at your doors no more than a minute later, and with a smirk you lay yourself out on the sheets as you await him.

“Come in.”

Your sweet voice travels through the luxurious lumber of the only thing keeping you two apart. 

You hear the sound of the door handle turning, and then the door opens to reveal the same man you’d spoken to earlier that evening.

He enters the room and closes the door behind him, before approaching you with confident strides.

“I see you took me up on my offer.” He says with a cheeky grin. He looks at your body on the bed and puts his hands in his pockets. 

You sigh and beckon him over with those irresistibly seductive eyes of yours, he can’t help the pull his body feels as he gravitates towards you.

“Better make it worth it then, Doctor.”

Leaning up and resting your head on your fist, your wide eyes play an expression in innocence for him.

Spencer moves forward and kisses you deeply, his lips pressed against yours as his hands run through your hair. It's a passionate kiss, filled with desire and excitement, and it leaves you feeling breathless.

His body is pressed up against yours, and you can feel his breath against your neck as he whispers in your ear. 

"It’ll be worth it, I assure you." He says, his voice low and quite sure of himself.

His words send a shiver down your spine and a heat up your cheeks. Biting your lip, you crane your head to the side, an invitation.

He leans forward and kisses you deeply again, his tongue pressing against yours as he explores your mouth thoroughly. He pulls his hands down your back and begins to untie your dress, revealing the soft skin beneath the fabric.

He's not taking his time, that's for sure. He knows what he wants- and now he wants to see more of you.

Arching your back in his hold, you feel the way he impatiently peels the fabric off of your aching body. His fingers thumb the dress off of your form, pulling it down your legs until you’re left in nothing but your matching undergarments. He throws the dress down next to your coat.

He looks down at your body and smiles, before slowly reaching down to lift you off the bed and into his arms. He takes a few strides across the room to the fancy cushioned chair that sits by the window, before gently lowering you down into it and coming to stand over you.

His intense gaze makes your heart race as he leans over you, reaching out with his hand to gently caress your thigh. 

Your thighs involuntarily spread as his touch sends a rush of arousal through you. With a pleading look, you feel your heart pounding in your chest as he lowers himself down to his knees in front of you.

You can't help but hold your breath as you watch him do so. It's a very flattering angle for you, and you certainly won't complain about him seeing you from this perspective. His curly brown locks peek out from between your plush thighs as he admires his own view. 

Slightly slouching against the cushions, beautiful thighs parted just for him, your face looking as beautiful as ever. You were like a work of art to him, and not that he needed aid with his desire for you, but the way you looked down at him made his cock harden in his trousers even more. 

Spencer leans forward and wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close as he pressed gentle kisses up your thighs. Your hands move to grip at the arms of the chair to stop yourself from collapsing, and you throw your head back in a soft sigh at the feeling. Despite not doing much, his touch felt burning hot. 

You can feel your throat tighten and your heart race. You want more, you need more– and you know he's the only one who can give you what you're looking for.

His large hands coax your body closer to him, and your legs part even farther around his form, and you move one leg to perch on his shoulder. You can see the way his eyes darken as his breath hitched in his throat. He looks up to you for a moment before he’s pulling your lingerie to the side. 

“God, look at you..” 

You can’t tell if he’s teasing you, or simply in awe of how wet you are, but neither really matters the second he presses a gentle kiss to your clit. A small trail of your slick connects his lips to your cunt and he’s quick to lick it all up. 

It’s almost as if you can pinpoint the exact moment he gets a good taste of you. His eyes dilate impossibly farther and his nostrils flare as he can’t seem to get enough air to his lungs as quickly as he needed. 

His eyes flash up to yours for an intimate moment, and you can feel his heavy breathing ghosting over your dripping folds. As your gazes intertwine, you give him a shaky nod. 

He reciprocates the nod before he allows his eyes to flutter shut and his tongue to part your folds. Your body jolts in the seat at the sensation, and you have to bite your lip to silence yourself. The walls on the train were thin, as you’d assume, and you didn’t need this to be cut short because of a noise complaint. 

Spencer’s tongue breaches your hole and thrusts inside of it, moaning into your pussy at the way your walls almost immediately clench around the muscle. His nose pushes against your throbbing clit and your hips ground down against it, slickening the skin and forcing him to breathe in your irresistible scent. 

You’re already gushing your arousal on his tongue, your silky folds are contracting around his mouth, and you can hear how he swallows each time he gets a good helping of your fluids. 

The soft fabric of your panties are getting soaked as well, much to his disdain. Without as much as pulling away a millimeter away from your cunt, he moves his hands from around your waist to your underwear. 

Taking the fabric in his hands, he’s quick to rip it apart with little resistance. A small satisfied noise leaves his mouth and vibrates against you, making you whimper. As soon as the torn fabric falls limp against the chair, he buries himself all the more deeper between your legs. 

Your legs clench around his head, now that his hands aren't holding you down, and he grasps firmly onto the fat of your thighs. His rough fingers dig into the plush flesh as he continues to eat you out like his life depended on it. 

Spencer’s tongue drags against your walls, stroking over every inch of your insides like he belonged there. As far as you were concerned, he did. 

The stranger knew just how to work you open and make you fall apart with just his tongue alone. His lips closed in around your clit and lightly sucked on the small bundle of nerves, in which your eyes stuttered in their sockets at the feeling. 

He looked up at you, a cocky smirk playing in his eyes as he continued to lap at your sopping cunt. He wanted nothing more than to be entirely surrounded by you, wanting every wet rush of arousal to cover every taste bud on his tongue. 

One of your hands leaves the arm of the chair and runs through his hair before gripping at the tresses and pulling him closer. You could feel his teeth pressing into your folds with how impossibly close he is to you, buried deep between your thighs and slurping at your juices like he’d never tasted anything better. 

His grip on your thighs loosens as he draws back from your cunt, much to your dissatisfaction. When you whimper in protest, he huffs in amusement, pressing one more kiss to your clit. 

“Please..” 

Your voice is no louder than a whisper as you tug on his hair in an attempt to get him back to where he was wedged between your legs, but he just smiles. 

“What if I want to take my time with you, madam?” 

It was your turn to smile as you looked over to the bedside table where you had last left the card. 

“I’ve got your number now, you can’t possibly think this is the last time you’ll see me?” 

Spencer smiles at the implication this won’t just be a one time thing, and breaks your gaze to look down at your dripping cunt. He’s not sure if the liquid pooling against the fabric of the chair is his spit, your slick, or a mix of both. 

There’s a fascination in his eyes for a moment before he dives back down, but this time, slower. He flattens his tongue out and drags it languidly up your pussy. From your soaked hole to your puffy clit, the heavy tug of the wet muscle against you has you squirming. 

You can feel every bump in his tongue as he tortures you with it, knowing you can’t do anything about it. There was an unspoken agreement between the two of you that yes, even though you were physically higher than he was, he had the upper hand on you. 

His aura dared you to try and defy him, inviting you to even attempt taking control from him. But despite this dominating aura, there was nothing threatening about this man, in fact, it was quite the opposite. As he grasped your thighs and traced your sticky folds, you couldn’t help but feel like you were meant for nothing more than for him to take care of you. 

 “It’s a shame you’ve been hidden from me for so long, it seems rather unfair I had to wait this long to taste you..” 

He mumbles against your cunt, and god do you think you could finish a thousand times over from just his voice alone. 

You begin to move your hips and grind your pussy against his face, and he stops his movements to dig his nails into your skin. A warning. 

“Relax, pretty girl. You don’t have to do anything while I’m here, you know I’ll take care of you.” 

Despite not even meeting this man more than an hour ago, you agree with him. Had you sat across from any other stranger, he would have to work all of his lifetime to please you as much as Spencer had been in the past ten minutes. 

You nod and relax back into his hold, letting your body go pliant in his grip as he twists his tongue over your clit. Resisting the urge to grind up or pull him by his hair has your legs twitching, you were so close, and you needed to get there now. But again, he was the only one who could give you what you needed, so you let him handle you. 

His lips, now shiny with your arousal, wrapped around the sensitive bundle and began to suck like he was made for that purpose only. Your hips twitch and your thighs clench erratically against his head, moans and whimpers pouring from between your lips. 

Disregarding your previous worries about noise complaints, you let the noises rip through your throat. There’s not much else you could’ve done, not when the stunning man between your legs was pulling your clit between his teeth and coaxing your orgasm out of your trembling body, begging for you to burst all over his face. 

And honest to god you try to warn him as the rising heat in your stomach gets too much, but when you open your mouth, no words come out. The only thing that makes its way out are pathetic whines and broken moans, but it seems he knows exactly what you’re trying to say.

He unlatches himself from your clit and begins to hurriedly swirl his tongue against your folds. The tip of his nose rubbing deliciously against your clit and the slight scruff on his chin chafing against your thighs, it was all too much. Your brows knit into a look of pure bliss as your eyes meet his, his own irises practically pleading for you to give him what he needs from you. 

Your walls clench around his tongue as you’re gushing around the muscle. The pleasure washes through your body and your fluids rush into his mouth, making him groan against your pussy as he swallows down everything as quickly as he can, not wanting to waste a single drop of your release. 

Eyes roll into the back of your sockets and you twist your fist in his hair harder, your other hand digging into the hard material of the chair as you shake with the force of your orgasm. 

Spencer only unlatches himself from you when he’s positive he’s wrung you dry. When the spurts of arousal subside to slow drips of slick, he carefully pulls away from you. 

The lower half of his face is positively drenched, skin damp and shiny as an all too confident smile tugs at his lips. As you writhe on the seat and try to compose yourself, he looks down at his watch and sighs. 

It was almost curfew, and despite the disappointment flowing through his veins, he remembered what you said about seeing him again. He stands up and quickly takes your ripped panties in his hands.

He’s quick to shove them in the pockets of his suit jacket, but you’re even quicker to catch him. You swallow and look up at him through hooded eyes with an amused expression on your face.

“Those were expensive, you know.” Spencer huffs out a laugh before leaning over you on the chair. A hand moves to hold your chin in his fingers, and he connects your lips in a messy parting kiss, panting into each other's mouths and breathing the same air. 

Your jaw unhinges slightly as he slithers the same tongue that had been fucking you just a few minutes prior against your own tongue. You moan quietly into his mouth before he’s pulling away slightly, yet still close enough to you that your lips are just barely touching. 

“You can return the favor at any time, doll.”

With one last kiss, he reluctantly stands up and wipes his mouth, trying to make it look like he didn’t just devour your pussy and make you soak his face. 

It was like a force of habit at this point as you pick up your phone with a mischievous smile on your face, quickly opening Spencer’s contact and calling him. Sitting in bed, you listened as the tone rang as you waited for him to pick up.

No more than a few seconds pass before he’s picking up, his soft voice traveling through the speakers.

"Hello?"

Spencer was in the bullpen, his desk clear except for a cup of coffee and a few files piled in front of him. He was looking over one of the cases with an intent expression; until the buzzing of his phone snapped him out of his trance.

Leaning back against the headboard of your bed, you smile and speak in a gentle tone, not trying to give away anything just yet.

“Hi, baby.. Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“No, no not at all. Everything’s good here, and I’m happy you called. How are you doing today? Is everything alright?”

He leaned back in his chair, listening to you intently. He was still busy with the case files, but right now you were more important and as usual, he dropped everything to care for you.

You take a deep sigh, clearly dramatic, as your next words have a hint of a pout laced in them. He knows you so well he can already imagine the expression on your face. 

“I just miss you so much, baby.. I’m so bored at home alone without you here.”

He smiled. He was glad to hear you missed him, but he was also concerned that you were bored– he didn't like the idea of you being alone, worried at home. That wasn't right, but regardless, he couldn’t do anything.

"I'm sorry, baby."

Spencer paused to take a sip of his coffee, swallowing the hot liquid before he spoke again.

"Is there anything I can do for you? I can't get away right now, but let me know and I'll keep it in mind for when I come home tonight."

You can hear the ever so subtle implication in his words, and you bite your lip, running your free hand over your bare skin. Before you even called him you had already shed off all your clothing. You sat underneath the soft covers of your bed completely bare, but he didn’t have to know that. 

“I’ve got a few ideas.”

Spencer's face flushed scarlet as you spoke. He realized what you meant, and he chuckled.

"Are you.." His tongue ran across his lips and he swallowed. "Are you implying what I think you are?" His heart was beating fast and he found himself short of breath already.

You go quiet for a few moments before speaking with a small moan accompanying your words. Having an inkling to what you were doing and yet not being let in on the details was driving him wild. 

“Maybe I am.. I just miss you so much baby, I can’t help myself.” 

He gulped, his thoughts spinning in his head and making him dizzy. It was a difficult position to be in, and he found his heart thundering in his chest as he weighed out his options.

“I..well, I miss you too. But-“ He hesitated, torn between what he wanted and what was right. “We..shouldn’t. What if someone found out?”

A soft groan leaves your lips and rings in his ear, taunting him. You swallow back another moan as you speak to him.

“Is there anyone near you right now?”

He glanced over his shoulder before he spoke, and then replied.

“Just my colleagues. They’re all busy working; they won’t hear us.” 

Despite his words, his voice was still hushed. A little part of him knew it was wrong; and yet he wanted so badly to do it.

Your breathing quickens as you begin to touch yourself, gentle fingers running over your slickened folds, teasing yourself. Your soft and gentle sighs and moans travel through the speaker to his ears, he swallows, trying to ignore how quickly his cock fills in his pants.

“God I wish you were here, I need you so badly.”

Spencer glanced over his shoulder cautiously once more, but they were still all busy. 

“I wish I was there too..I want you more than anything right now.”

“What would you do to me if you were here?”

You place the phone on the pillow next to your head and continue to run your hands all over your body. One was reaching up to cup your breast, and the other was toying with your clit. 

Spencer sighed heavily, and swallowed. He had to try and keep this business-like; he was at work, he couldn’t let his feelings get too out of control.

“If I were there.. I-I’d kiss you.. and then I’d pull you close to me. And I’d..I’d hold you in my arms until we both fell asleep.” He was lying, of course, but he was trying very hard to be good and not tell you what he really wanted to do. 

You scoff lightly in amusement before taking a deep breath and halting your movements.

“Do you have headphones, baby?”

He tilted his head, confused by the request. But he still found himself looking through his bag and cabinets for a pair. 

“I do have headphones. Why?” He couldn’t understand how headphones were related to this conversation, but he was curious to see what you would say.

“You have a lot of work to get back to, don’t you, Spence?”

Dancing around his question, you inquire back to him. Your voice was sultry and seductive, he couldn’t possibly resist anything you said when you talked like this.

He gulped heavily, trying very hard to resist his temptation. But he was weak for you, and he was easily swayed when you spoke to him this way, or in any way, really. He would do anything you wanted.

"Ye-Yes..I do."

“Then, I want you to get back to those files of yours. Get your work done, but you have to listen to me touch myself to the thought of you while you work. Got it?”

Spencer gulped heavily at your words, a deep scarlet flush making its way into his cheeks and causing a small sweat to break out on his temples.

"R-right. Um, yes. O-okay."

He took his headphones from his bag and put them on, his hands shaking a little as he listened to your instructions. He sat back down in his chair, trying his best to get back to work.

“Good boy. I don’t want to hear a word from you, alright? Just focus on getting your work done.” 

Your hand slithers down between your thighs as you speak, ghosting over your glistening cunt once more. 

"Yes, ma'am," Spencer murmured. He was already getting more flustered than he liked. No noises–that was all he had to do. He focused on trying to work, doing his best to fight the urges he was feeling in his body. He struggled not to make a noise, to make any sound that would let everyone around him know just the kind of person he is.

“Wouldn’t want your coworkers to know how much of a slut you are for me, hm?”

The rhetorical question taunted him as you began to run your fingers over yourself, moaning teasingly at your own touch. Your finger swirled against your folds. 

He gulped as he heard your degrading words, his heart beginning to pound hard as he heard the way you spoke down to him. He shifted uneasily in his seat, trying his best to resist the urge to respond to your words as his cock practically jumped in his boxers.

Moving your hands quicker over your sensitive skin, you tease him even further. The image of him falling apart in his chair, trying his hardest to focus despite you moaning into his ear so irresistibly, it was driving you crazy.

“I bet you’re so hard right now.. Hiding it under your desk.. God I wish you were here touching me instead.”

You sink a finger into your soaked hole, throwing your head back against the pillow and clenching your thighs around your own arm at the feeling.

The thought of you imagining him that way made him involuntarily groan, and he shifted in his seat again, the hardness in his pants quickly becoming unbearable. He was fighting for his life here, resisting like nobody's business.

He could hear his heart racing and he was sweating like an inexperienced marathon runner. But you were driving him wild– he knew he was exactly where you wanted him.

“Yes, ma’am.. I-I am.” His voice was shaky, his breath shuddering. He kept his eyes focused on his papers, not reading over a single word but instead just staring at the ink, entranced by you.

“I wish I could touch you, take care of you like you deserve.” 

You pumped your middle finger in and out of you, just as he would. The same speed, same rhythm, in a fleeting attempt to replicate what it’d be like if he were actually here. 

He shivered at the thought. His attention was torn–on one hand he wanted to keep working.. but on the other he needed this more than anything. His legs shook as he crossed his legs and desperately tried to resist. 

He gulped. Your voice was so soft and sultry as you whimpered into the phone, and he found it nearly impossible to pull himself away. He could only imagine what you must be going through right now without him.

“Ma’am..”

You had him right where you wanted him. His breathing was heavy and uneven and it was beginning to sound like he might hyperventilate, but he was powerless to stop it now.

“Hm? What do you need, baby?”

Spencer tried to speak, but found it nearly impossible to formulate a proper sentence. His eyes squeezed shut as he settled for the easiest answer.

“Y-you.” 

It was all he could force himself to say in the moment. His voice was strained and quiet, but he couldn’t take back what he said, nor did he want to.

“What about me, baby?”

“I think..I think it’s obvious.”

A low laugh comes through the phone, the sound making his heart stop.

“What, thinking about how badly you want to fuck me? Hm?”

His mouth dropped open as he heard your vulgar words, lips quivering.

“W-well, uh..I wouldn’t–wouldn’t say that quite like that.” He tried to laugh lightly, but it came out as a stutter. His face was burning hot, a dusty red blush covering his skin.

“How would you say it then, baby?”

He took a deep breath and exhaled. He was trying to say the right thing without losing too much pride– and yet, you were making that impossible.

“Well..” He started, but stopped, cutting himself off. “I guess what I mean is..”

He sighed and was silent for a moment before admitting defeat. 

“Well actually, I think that’s a pretty accurate way to put it.”

Laughing softly into the phone, you crane your neck back into the pillow as your ring finger joins the middle one sunken deep into your pussy. You can feel your stickiness coating your palm as you tease him.

“Yeah? How naughty of you, Spence. I bet you’re just a mess right now, hm?”

You had thrown him completely off-kilter, his mind spinning. He was actually making some progress with his work before you called, and now looking down at the paper was like deciphering an entirely new language.

How could you do this to him so easily? He thought he was strong, but he was weak in the face of everything you made him feel.

“Keep those pretty hands to yourself, baby.. If I find out you snuck off to the bathroom to touch yourself instead of waiting until you got home, there’ll be a problem. Understood?”

Your voice was breathy and trembling as the pleasure was growing and growing with each thrust you dealt to yourself. You were enjoying teasing him far too much, and it showed.

The threat of punishment sent a shiver through him but he couldn’t help feeling excited at the prospect of it as well– and so he swallowed and nodded.

“Yes, ma’am.” He exhaled deeply, letting your noises flood his ears as his eyes slowly fluttered shut. But he was rudely forced out of his euphoric headspace when one of his co-workers came up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder, snapping him out of his trance.

“Reid?”

Spencer jumped at the sound of his colleague. He was startled by the touch and clumsily took his headphones off immediately, knocking them off his head and into his lap.

“What is it?” He asked, still flushed. “Is everything okay?” He glanced around the room, looking to see who needed him. He had lost track of time for a few minutes, and now he was worried that people were wondering what he was up to this time. 

When you heard Spencer go silent on the other end, and the faint voice of another person, a wicked smile crept onto your face. Your movements sped up and you almost choked on a loud moan that effortlessly spilled from your mouth. The phone picked up every noise from you, taunting him and blasting into the headphones that lay in his lap as he tried to speak to his coworker.

Spencer gulped heavily and his eyes widened almost comically at the sound of your cry. It sent a wave of excitement and nervousness through him even as he tried to regain his composure in front of his colleagues. His own breathing was labored and he could feel his heart beating faster than it had before. He cleared his throat and spoke in a quiet voice, praying that no one heard you.

“Sorry about that.” He said to his coworker, accidentally cutting him off as your noises only grew, no doubt trying to get him in trouble. “Uh.. I just got a call from my wife. Excuse me.”

He stood up and walked to a quieter corner of the room so that he could hear you better. He felt a dozen eyes watching him, and tried his best to ignore them as he fastened the headphones back on his head. 

“Baby, I miss you so much. I need you so badly..” You dragged your voice out in a needy whimper, eyes rolling back into your head as the pleasure filled your body. The insides of your thighs were drenched and your walls were gushing your arousal against the blankets under you. 

He shuddered and closed his eyes tightly. He struggled to breathe through it; his mind had gone blank and his muscles were tensing up.

“I..I need you too,” His words were soft and hoarse, a moan escaping his lips as he spoke. His hands were tight fists by his sides as his tongue darted across his lips, nails digging into his palm to try and keep himself composed. He kept his eyes closed tight, praying desperately that nobody would hear.

“Come home baby, please.”

Spencer glanced around the room, and saw that all his coworkers had gone back to their own work, thankfully not dwelling on his outburst for too long.

“I-I can’t.” He whispered back, “I have..work to do.”

His voice was quiet but his heart was beating fast and heavy. He had to be strong– he had to maintain his composure, and as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t leave his job unfinished. But at the same time, the idea of making you wait for him was almost unbearable.

Taking a staggering breath and removing your hands from yourself, you pant loudly and try to hold back another desperate moan.

“G-God.. Spence, I need you.”

Spencer heard the need in your voice and it filled him with guilt. He couldn’t tell you no, not when he was suffering through this too. “I need you too,” He whispered, his voice shaking as he looked up and around the room once again. His coworkers were still occupied, and he felt a sigh of relief. 

“I’ll come visit you,” He whispered into the phone. “Tonight.”

With a pout, you shake your head and furrow your eyebrows.

“No.. No, Spence. Come now, please.”

He hesitated and bit his lip. He wanted to say no.. but you were being so insistent and he was powerless to say no to you.

“F-Fine, okay. But I’m not going to be there long.” His voice was hoarse and breathy, his heart racing. “Is that okay?”

A grin tugs at your lips, you always got what you want when it comes to him.

“I’ll be quick, I promise.”

“Alright..I’ll leave now.”

He whispered, trying to push away the guilty feeling tugging at his mind.

“Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone.”

Spencer’s face was a mixture of excitement and guilt, and yet he couldn’t contain his smile. You always knew how to charm him, and there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t give to go to you now.

“I’ll try my best, Spence.”

With that, you hung up on him and rolled over in your bed, triumph and success written all over your face. Spencer quickly shoved his phone into his pocket and walked back to his desk, frantically packing what he could up so he could leave as soon as possible.

He visibly flustered as he neatly stacked folders and papers in a pile on his desk, he could feel questioning eyes on him and he felt embarrassed about how quickly you had been able to take him away from his work.

He could feel his face burning, hot and red. He glanced around the room and he saw a few people looking over it in confusion. Spencer felt his face flush in embarrassment, and at the same time, he felt a sense of guilt at having abandoned his work in the middle of his shift.

“Where are you going?” His boss asked behind him, arms crossed over his chest as he glared at a very disheveled looking Reid.

Spencer's face flushed with shame, and he felt his heart rate picking up as he tried to come up with a quick lie.

"Uh..I have a family emergency," He said, hoping his boss wouldn't ask any more questions. He wasn't always the best at lying, but he hoped that would be enough to shut him up.

Without letting the other man respond, he turns around and quickly walks towards the elevator to leave without any further questions.

On the elevator, Spencer breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He could feel the adrenaline rushing through his body as his heart beated faster and faster. This was all so unreal. He never left work like this– never even thought of it. He couldn’t believe you had gotten him to do it just like that.. he was amazed at what you were capable of.

Less than fifteen minutes later, you hear him practically throw open the door to your bedroom, chest rising and falling rapidly as he looks breathless already. You saw the way his eyes almost immediately dilated when he saw your naked form laying on the bed, exposed and expecting him.

All you were wearing was a mischievous smile, one that begged him to just come over to you already.

“Welcome home, baby.”

Your voice comes out rather cockily, and you slowly spread your legs. He’s quick to walk over to you and press a hard passionate kiss against your lips. Your eyes flutter shut as you kiss him back with everything you could. 

He slots himself between your legs, kneeling against the bed that you’ve already soaked for him. When he pulls away, he pants against your lips before hastily shoving down his pants and underwear. 

“We have to be quick..”

And with how frantically he’s running the dripping tip of his cock against your silky folds, you know he’s serious. Spencer doesn’t waste another moment after he’s coated himself with your arousal before he’s pushing into your cunt. 

His hips urge all of his length into you at record speed, pushing to the hilt and bottoming out like you’ve both been waiting for. You easily swallow everything he offers you, molding around him like no problem. 

You can see the desperate shake in his arms as he cages you underneath him, forcing your thighs around his waist as he fucks into you like a rabid animal in heat. His eyes are dark and clouded with pure unbridled lust for you, and his moans are actually louder than yours are. 

Parting your lips in a groan, you clench around him and look up at him. His heart almost stops when his gaze meets yours, his hands clenching into the sheets beside your head as he humps into you quicker and quicker. His pace is unrelenting and unforgiving as he plows you into the bed. 

His thick and heavy cock was dragging in and out of you, thick head catching on the sticky folds of your cunt every time he pulled himself out of you. Huffing heavily through his nose, he buries his face into your neck. 

His wet tongue pokes out and licks over a patch of skin, before he’s sinking his teeth into it. You yelp and your hands reach out to tug at the back of his head, pulling his hair just the way he always liked. 

As you yank at his curls, you can feel the way his body almost collapses on top of yours, and you smile through a moan. You try to pull him away from your neck to get a good look at him, but he’s latched onto the skin of your throat, sucking a dark hickey into it like his entire future depended on it. 

Spencer whimpers and finally lets go of your neck, licking over it once more in an attempt to soothe the wound. You capture his lips in a disgusting messy kiss, his spit slicked lips smashing against yours, teeth clashing against each other as you both exchanged your noises of pure pleasure. 

His quick thrusts, although always frantic, soon became erratic. His hips were losing their rhythm as he looked up at you with an absolutely pathetic look of desperation that could make you laugh if not for how deeply he was impaling you. 

“Come on, Spence. Be a good boy, you’ve gotta be quicker than that.”

You taunt, trying your best to keep up this persona even though you were absolutely losing it on his cock. Your hair was a mess on the pillows, your lips were a deep shade of red from how hard you were biting at them, and you were absolutely soaking the skin of his hips as he pistoned in and out of you in an unpredictable rhythm.

Spencer nods and mumbles something to himself, trying to encourage himself that yes, he needed to be a good boy for you, and yes, he did in fact have to be quicker than this. 

He didn’t want to get back to work, he didn’t want to walk back into that building with his once neatly combed hair looking like he had been caught in a cat 5 hurricane, but at least he could bid farewell to that stupid walk he had to do to hide the erection pushing against his zipper. 

As he pounded you into the sheets, he leaned down towards your neck again and began to suck another mark into the column of your throat, whining against the skin as he couldn’t help the noises that forced their way out of his mouth.

Both your thighs and pussy clenched around him, pulling him impossibly deeper and closer to you as you knew both impending orgasms were due any moment now. 

And as if on cue, you squeeze around him even harder than he thought was possible, falling apart on his length and gushing your arousal around his thick shaft that split you open. 

He pushes his body flush against yours as he buries himself to the very hilt, freezing up before he goes cross-eyed. He unlocks his jaw and lets go of your skin to practically scream. 

You’d be surprised if your eardrum wasn’t shattered by tomorrow, with how fucking loud he was. Moans and whimpers spilled from lips as he pumped you full of his cum. White hot bursts of his arousal coating your insides, sticking to the plush walls of your cunt and dripping out of your slick folds. 

He humps into you still, fucking you full of his release and pushing it deeper and deeper inside of you. His body was losing the rhythm it had once adopted, slowing down eventually as he forced himself to pull away from you. 

Sweat dripped down his face, hair skewed in several different directions as the red sheen covered his features. With a last final thrust, he pulls himself out of you and presses a quick kiss to the side of your head. 

You breathe heavily as you lean up on your forearms and watch as he hurriedly tugged his pants back up, legs shaking as he fastens the zipper tight over his spent and quite frankly still hard cock. 

His cum is dripping out of you, no matter how hard to try and keep it in, you can’t stop the way it spills out of your stretched hole and sticks to the insides of your thighs. 

When he looks as presentable as can be, he smooths his hands through his hair and looks over at you. You’re panting, laid out on the bed with a smile. Like a cat that caught the canary, you’re more than satisfied that you’ve gotten what you wanted. 

Spencer shakes his head and leans down to capture your lips in one last parting kiss. When he pulls away, there’s a small string of spit connecting your mouths. His words are shaky as he speaks, and he wants more than anything to just stay here with you, but he had a job to do. 

“I’ll be back tonight, I promise.” 

And with that he’s back in his car, gripping the steering wheel like his life depended on it as he drove back to work. Hopefully his overly red face and wet skin would pass off as a result of stress, however, he knew he wasn’t that lucky. 

“So who is she?” 

Your voice rings loud in his ears, bouncing off the walls of the silent cold room. Shaking his head, Spencer strains against the thick rope that has him tied to the hard metal chair you’ve got him bound to. 

The cold material is unforgiving against his sweating skin, and he has to swallow in order to not choke on his words the moment he opens his mouth. 

“N-No one.. She’s no one, please. Please let me cum.”

One of your hands is lazily pumping his poor neglected cock. You had been edging him for over an hour at this point. The tip was a burning hot red, spilling precum with each pass your palm granted him. He twitched in his ropes, trying to push his hips forward just the littlest bit so he could actually feel your touch, instead of it just barely grazing where he needed it most. 

If there were some things you would expect from Spencer, it would be to never be caught dead without his ring on, or to never let Google explain anything better than he could. But catching him being friendly with another woman at the mall while you were shopping for a new dress was not on that list. 

You had kept it together just fine until you arrived home. The car ride back was silent, with a few desperate attempts from him to break the tension, in which you ignored him entirely. He fidgeted in the passenger seat as his heart pounded in his chest, knowing exactly what awaited him when the two of you pulled into the driveway. 

So when you dragged him into the house and aggressively sat him down on a chair with threatening eyes that dared him to move, it wasn’t much of a surprise. 

So here you were, sitting in front of the poor man, taking your sweet time bringing him to his impending orgasm just to rip it away from him the moment it became just enough. Tears brimmed his eyes and his mouth was never closed for more than a few seconds at a time. 

“What’d you guys talk about, hm? Seemed like you were having quite some fun.” 

Your tone was dangerous, filled with a toxin that shook him to his core. His mouth went dry and you relished in the way his cock jumped in your gentle hold. 

“She was flirting with you, wasn’t she?”

You weren’t even giving him the chance to speak, but he knew better than that anyway. Your grip around him tightens and quickly strokes over the sensitive head, making him jolt in surprise. His lips part in a silent moan as you torture him further. 

“I could tell.. You get that blush on your face, the same one that’s always there whenever anyone flirts with you. The one that tells me how much you enjoy it, tells me how much of a whore you are.” 

Spencer shudders at your words, and his eyes cross as he frantically shakes his head. His disheveled hair fans in front of his face, covering his blissed out expression of pain and pleasure. 

“I-I’m.. I’m not.” 

He tries to argue, in which you just deal a painfully hard squeeze to the tip of his cock. His entire body shakes, and if it weren’t for the ropes that held him flush against the chair, he would’ve doubled over, body folding in half in a desperate attempt to get you off of him.  

“Now we’re lying, are we? As if talking to that woman wasn’t enough for you.” 

With a disapproving shake of your head, you begin to stroke him again. Your pace returns to the same rushed rhythm you had adopted this entire time. Spencer writhed in your hold and couldn’t seem to catch his breath as pathetic whimpers and moans spill from his mouth and into the warm air that surrounds him. 

You were no doubt rubbing the skin of his shaft raw, the last droplets of spit that you had so generously drooled down onto his cock now long gone. 

“Please.. Please ma’am, I need to cum, need to..”

He whines miserably, feeling the deep pit in his stomach fill with that same irresistible arousal he always got when he was about to burst. His balls were heavy against the seat, full up and just begging for a release. The lewd shlicking of your hand smearing his precum all over his dick only distracted him further. 

Tilting your head to the side and biting your lip in contemplation, your hand speeds up.

“But, I don’t think you deserve it, baby.”

Spencer’s eyes practically pop out of his head at your cruel admittance. And despite telling he couldn’t cum, the quick strokes of your palm alluded otherwise. He’s sputtering, twitching in his binds and trying to pull his cock away from you.

“P-Please, please please.. I need it so bad, just let me cum. You have to, you need to.”

Hot tears stream from his eyes and down his reddened cheeks, dripping across his jaw as he tries his absolute hardest to hold back for you. His eyes roll back into their sockets and squeeze shut as you feel him start to shallowly thrust into your tight fist.

Your hand works him past the point of return, and he can’t help but fuck up into your grip. Sliding against your rough palm, using every gush of precum as an aid to bring him to completion. 

“Ma’am.. M—Please I c- I can’t.” 

On one hand, he wanted to be good for you and not explode in your fist, no doubt making you even angrier at him. But on the better hand, yours was working him so well that he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. 

Seeming to ignore his words, not even acknowledging them, you just continue your efforts to make him fall apart. You have an uninterested look on your face, like you’d rather be anywhere else but here. 

Spencer throws his head back against the top of the chair and grits his teeth, inhaling sharply as an absolutely guttural and broken moan rips through his throat.

A torrent of thick, sticky cum shoots up through your fist, spilling over the sides of your fingers and down to the base of his shaft. He’s being absolutely wrecked by the not so unexpected orgasm. Body spasming and eyes watering. 

Every expanse of his skin is covered with his fluids. Down his cheeks pours a flood of regretful tears, salty sweat dripping down his chest and temples, and hips positively soaked with his release. 

He shakes his head and tries to apologize, but all that comes out are desperate sobs of “I’m sorry” or “Didn’t meant to.” 

But the way your hand continues to move serves as enough of a rude awakening, and he chokes back another cry as he looks down at you with his eyebrows skewed into an expression of confusion. 

“W-What are.. What are you doing?”

His broken voice calls out to you, begging you to pay some sort of attention to his wrecked form. All he gets is a quiet, dismissive hum as you toy with his mess. 

Your fist drags up and down his soaked cock as if it were your job, smearing his cum all over your fingers and his still rock hard cock. 

With another desperate plea, Spencer’s thighs shake and he tries to jerk his hips away from your hold, but to no avail. 

“P-Please.. Please stop. I ca—I can’t.”

The wind has been knocked out of his lung, all of the air traveling right up to that little brain of his. As obscure facts about ancient civilizations and his newest solution to a decade old murder all dissolve into a dizzy flurry of you. 

The way you’re looking up at him through those lashes of yours, piercing eyes boring a hole right into the center of his forehead. The way one hand splays across the expanse of his pelvis and the other works its way up and down his poor abused cock, it’s all too much. 

With the shake of your head, you only force him to fuck your fist even faster and harder now. The gross noise of his cum slapping against the base of his shaft and the squishing of your fingers squeezing around him brutally are all he can possibly think about. 

That and begging you to just let up already. He’s learned his lesson, hasn’t he?

Not even close. 

“I s-swear. I-I’ll be good now, I promise. Please just—just stop.”

Spencer’s voice breaks an astonishing amount of times throughout his words, and you don’t hold back the evil laugh that you let out. He seems to crumble in on himself upon hearing it.

“What kind of punishment is letting you cum, Spence? The kind you want from her?”

He winced at the mention of anyone else during a time like this. He was only focused on you, and just hoping you’d show him some semblance of remorse. 

The overstimulation was very quickly taking over his entire self. He tried so hard to meet your dark gaze as you looked up and he looked down, but with the way his eyes kept crossing and fluttering back into their lids, he just couldn’t. 

You grab him at the head and squeeze, making a rather large fish of precum spill over the top of your fist. Spencer writhes under your hold and curses under his breath. 

The all too familiar pit was beginning to take its toll on him again, and if his heart that was beating 100 miles a minute didn’t let you know he couldn’t handle another orgasm so soon, nothing would. 

“Please, I-I can’t take it.” 

You click your tongue a few times and move your other hand so now both of them are pumping relentlessly up and down his cock. A wanton moan slips its way through his lips, echoing off the walls that’d sob if they were alive. 

“Oh but baby, you were just begging for more. What happened?”

If he could, he’d roll his eyes at the plastic tone in your voice. The faux innocence and concern laced in it was enough to make him scoff at you as you cruelly toyed with him. 

But instead, his brown locks jerk as he frantically shakes his head, whimpering in defeat. When he looks down to you and you meet his gaze, more tears well up in his big round eyes. In which you just click your tongue once more and let your hand travel to his tip. 

“Oh you’re fine, stop that.”

His hands clench and pull at the ropes, maybe in a last feeble endeavor to free himself, or in a pathetic attempt to hold himself back. Either way, neither work the second you flatten your hand and press the palm of it up against the leaking head. 

Moving one hand up and down the shaft, the other circles the surface of the palm over the sensitive hole. His eyes stutter as they roll back into his skull, and his mouth quivers as it has no other choice but to fall open and let his throat do the work. 

Bordering a scream, the moan that leaves his lips has you grinning like a madman. His thighs shake underneath you and he sputters out something resembling a warning. 

“D-Don’t. Don’t. Oh fuck, oh fuck.. I-I’m..”

Spencer’s head dips down so low his chin almost kisses the sweat-slicked skin of his sternum, and he squeezes his eyes shut so hard that thick tears drop down on his stomach. His hips stutter and his cock twitches as he can’t possibly resist the urge to just give into you finally. 

With one last sob, his lower body lifts from the chair and he’s gushing everywhere. The first spurt hits your palm directly, spilling over the sides of his shaft as you’re still circling your hand over him. The second shoots into the air the moment you remove said hand from him. And the third bursts across his entire body, traveling all the way up to where it catches against his sharp jawline. 

Spencer grits his teeth and pants through the tight corners, succumbing to the intense pleasure that’s proven itself more than enough. He’s hiccuping and shaking as his sobs wrack through his ruined frame. 

His hair sticks to his forehead and he whines as he feels his release pooling around the dips in his waist, and the space where his thighs are parted. 

Thankfully this time, you’ve removed your hands from his person as you watch him tremble in front of you. He’s made a mess of himself and on himself, but you’re not quite satisfied. 

You lean forward a bit and rest your cheek on his knee, looking up at him with an innocent expression, as if you didn’t just break him. 

“How long did you talk to that woman, Spence? I know you know.”

The man shudders and shakes his head a little before answering, almost immediately regretting even answering you the second he sees your face contort into that same evil smile. 

“Five minutes.” 

You sigh and the smile never leaves your face as you stand up and almost too joyfully walk over to your dresser. 

Spencer’s pulse rings in his ear, the blood finally rushing back through his body as he begins to feel his cock soften. His eyes flutter close as he allows himself to relax after two orgasms in a row, but the moment he opens his eyes to find you standing over him with a bright purple vibrator in your hands, his heart drops. 

“I-What?”

He nervously laughs, eyes darting around as if begging someone to save him, even though you both knew it was just the two of you. 

“Five minutes you said?”

Your finger flicks against a single button, and the buzzing of the toy taunts him as he watches it shake in your hand. 

“Then that means three more orgasms, and you’re free to go.” 

Spencer’s breath staggers and he shakes his head, twisting his wrists and knees in one last pathetic attempt to make a run for it. 

“W-Wait, please. You can't be serious.” 

His voice breaks and you can already see the fresh tears beginning to bloom in his eyes. With a shrug, you fall back down to your knees in front of him. 

You press the buzzing toy right against the sensitive underside of his already hardening cock, rolling your eyes when he cries out and whines immediately. 

Your chest rose and fell as the cold metal of the chair sent a shiver up your spine. The skin of your wrists were being rubbed raw as the cuffs Spencer had placed on you tightly bound you to the arms of the chair.

Just as you try to escape once more, he walks in. His expression is stoic, and in his hands he holds a knife. The blade glistens in the faint light as he circles you, like a shark to its prey.

He was always one to get possessive whenever anyone talked to you, so it was no surprise that the second he had seen you talking to another man, he dragged you back home and made sure it wouldn’t happen again.

As he walks closer to you, you look up at him with pleading eyes.

"Spencer, baby.. Please let me go."

Your lover shakes his head, almost apologetically. His grip on the knife only tightened as he shook slightly, as if trying to control himself. As he speaks, his voice is shaky and gravelly. 

“I'm sorry, sweetheart. I never would want to hurt you.. but you don't understand. I need to protect you because I care about you. I love you too much to let things get messed up. It's the same reason I can't let you have other friends.”

Spencer turns his back to you and for a short moment you lean your head back against the chair and silently curse. 

“If I don't get you to myself.. that could lead to some serious problems. And I’m sure neither of us want that. You understand, right? Right?”

You swallow as he trudges closer to you, he lifts the knife and runs his fingers over the dull edge, as if to frighten you. His voice sounds desperate, almost like he was trying to appeal to that soft spot you have for him.

"Baby I'm serious. Let me go, and put down the knife."

He seems to ignore your words, just slowly walking closer and closer to you. “I will never hurt you. But I will never let you leave me. I would do anything for you, because I love you. I can't live without you. You mean everything to me. You are my life. 

 He gets a soft look in his eyes and his voice wavers as he speaks, his emotions getting the better of him as tears start to spring in his eyes. 

 “I would kill for you. If that's not true love, then I don't know what is.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you shake your head. It wasn't often he got like this, despite fitting into the role so well. Your breaths come out in shallow huffs as you try to reason with him.

"I won't leave you, Spence. Just–please, let me go and we can talk about this, alright?"

An evil smile spreads across his face and it makes you all the more nervous. 

“Oh, trust me. I know you won’t ever leave me. I’ll make sure of it.” 

He abruptly points the knife at you, and you shrink into yourself away from the blade. Your fear seems to only drive him on. 

“But I need you to swear that you will never be with any other man, ever, as long as you live.”

You feel the tip of the knife press against your jaw, and there's a slight tremble in your skin. You can feel his heaving breathing against your face, and you try your best to look up at him. His curly hair falling in front of his face, the heavy huffs from his mouth making the locks sway between the two of you. 

"I–I promise.”

Despite your confession, he doesn't move away from you, in fact, he begins to drag the knife lightly down your jaw, a sadistic smile plastered on his face. The shake in his hands allows for the blade to stagger against your skin. He pushed it gently to the side, so the flat side was flush with your sweaty skin. .

“You understand how important this is, right? If you make one mistake with this, it could ruin everything.”

His grip on the knife tightens, and he’s breathing so heavily that the metal of the knife is starting to fog up.

“You must promise to never, ever, ever think of any other man than me. You may never go out with a male friend. You shouldn’t even have male friends. You may never interact with a male in a way outside of business. I must always come first. Do you understand?”

Turning your head to the side so as to not get cut, he trails the blade against your skin. He's not pressing nearly hard enough to hurt you, but the cold metal against your face has you shuddering under his touch. 

"You're my priority always, Spence. You know that." You try your hardest to say your words with a confident tone, but the break in your voice gives away just how terrified you are.

“Say it again. Say it again, baby, please.”

Spencer seems to be enjoying himself, making you feel so much fear. His tone is serious, and he doesn't seem like he'll stop until you tell him what he wants to hear.

“Tell me I'm the only important thing to you, and that I come first no matter what.”

As he speaks, he's slowly running the point of the knife to your chin. His grip on the handle only tightens as he watches with a wicked grin at the way you're trembling.

"Y-You come first no matter what, baby."

But despite the sincerity in your voice, his expression doesn't soften at all. He bites his lip for a moment before moving the tip of the knife to the bottom of your chin and lifting it a bit, so you're forced to look at him.

"I don't believe you." He says, his soft voice dripping with a cold and malicious tone as the look in his eyes darkens. Your heart pounds impossibly faster as he mutters these words to you, and it takes everything in you to not try and break free once more.

“Tell me, again. Tell me I'm more important than everything. No matter what it is, I come first. Nothing and no one will ever take priority over me.” 

"You always come first, Spence. No one is as important as you are."

Your voice is uneasy, but he ignores your words. He’s moving the blade down your throat, the slight scratch has your breath hitching. As soon as he reaches the collar of your shirt, he gives you one last look before he's cutting through the fabric, beginning to tear the clothing that covers you. You gasp, and try to move away from him.

"Spence–stop it."

He lets out a slight laugh and drags the edge further down your top, the crude noise of cotton tearing filling your ears.

“It's too late to stop it, my love. It's already been done. Your collar’s already cut up, I can just take it all off and make you sit here with every inch of you exposed. How about that? Does that sound fun to you?”

His voice is borderline primal at this point, shaking with the primitive instinct to mark you as his forever and ever, and to never let you go again. You were completely and utterly his, and he planned on making sure you’d never forget. 

You shake your head, but the arousal rushing through your body betrays you. As he drags the knife down your chest, ripping through your shirt inch by inch, you can't help the feeling of how turned on you were. 

“Oh, baby.. Looks like I cut your shirt too much, you’re all exposed for me.. How could that be? I'm very, very upset.”

His tone makes it clear that he's being sarcastic. As the remnants of your top fall to the ground, absolutely shredded and torn to pieces from his actions, your skin raises with goosebumps as you're only left in your bra and pants. You look up at him and swallow, knowing better than to reply to him. 

“You look so cold. I mean, you might as well not be wearing anything at all at this point. Why don't I just take this off too?”

His tone is taunting as he scrapes the blade against the lacy material of your bra. The both of you can see just how labored your breathing is, meeting the knife halfway in the air with each greedy breath of air you took. 

"Spence, please."

Even though your words sound pleading for him to just let you go, you don't tell him to stop. You don't want him to. You rub your thighs together in arousal as he traces the wire of your bra with the knife.

There’s a shameful amount of slick pooling in your panties right now, and you just hoped he’d stop now to spare you from embarrassment when he sees just how much you’ve soaked through your underwear. 

Spencer cuts the strap and watches you as it falls to the floor. His eyes never leave you as his hands skillfully make work of stripping your upper half, and your skin runs hot as his gaze doesn’t break, even for a moment. He knew exactly what he was doing, he knew exactly how to work you.

“God, look at you. This all for me?”

The cocky tone in his voice just spurs you on further, and you shake your head slightly. You had no other choice but to let him do whatever he wanted to you, just the way you liked it.

Once your breasts were left exposed to him, and you were surrounded by shreds of fabric, he backs away from you and drops to his knees. Your eyes follow him, and you subtly press your thighs together in attempt for the littlest bit of friction. 

“You know, baby, you're very beautiful. I wouldn't have ever imagined when I met you that I would get someone this beautiful. And not only are you pretty, but you're kind. You're so sweet and caring, and you've helped me through so much.”

Spencer leans forward and presses his cheek into your clothed thigh, taking a deep breath. And as if a shark were to smell fresh blood, his pupils dilated almost immediately upon smelling your arousal and slick through your pants. His mouth parts in a silent moan and a burning hot blush washes over your face at the noise.  

“Which is why I love you.. No matter what happens, I will never be able to replace you. I could never replace my dear, sweet girl.”

He takes another deep inhale and you can hear just how much he was filling his lungs with you. His eyes involuntarily roll back into his head and he sighs. 

“You smell so fucking good..” 

The otherwise forgotten knife lifts in his fist, and he takes the handle between his lips as his now free hands move to unbutton and unzip your pants. You lift your ass a bit to help him pull them off of you, and soon enough the moment you were dreading is face to face with you. 

Through the mouthful of the knife, you watch as a cocky smile appears on his face. His eyes flash up to you for a short moment as he pulls your jeans down your calves and discards them. Taking the blade out of his mouth, he licks his lips once before he’s firmly grasping the weapon again. 

The sharp tip presses against your hip, just barely above where the dainty straps of your panties laid. Spencer absentmindedly traces your hip bones with the knife.

“You know, maybe I should just keep you here forever.. All spread out for me, have your scent fill the room and make sure no one else gets to see you but me. How’s that sound?” 

He gives you those dreaded puppy dog eyes as he desperately waits for your answer. You swallow and shake your head.

“No, baby.”

Spencer’s face falls almost immediately and he drags the knife down the strap, effectively slicing through it without a problem. Your eyes squeeze shut at the abrupt action, and he goes to do the same on the other side of your hip. 

“Why?” 

Your panties fall off your body with ease, exposing the soaked surface where your drenched cunt sat. You can hear the loud clatter of the blade hitting the ground, and you almost scream in relief. 

His cold hands slither up your legs, then spread your thighs open to reveal yourself even more to him. As he parts your legs, the folds of your pussy are coated with slick. Stringy arousal connecting from your cunt and thighs that has him dizzy. 

“I’m all you need. I’m all you’ll ever need. You don’t think the same?” 

The man leans forward and nudges his nose directly on your clit, making your thighs clench and mouth drop in a soft moan. He breathes in your raw scent and lets out a guttural groan.

He presses a small kiss to your dripping hole before licking his lips and sitting back on his calves. He looks up at you needily, head slightly tilted to the side in confusion. 

Your eyes quickly flitter to the discarded knife and you just pray he’ll keep his hands in his lap as they are now. He’s sporting a painful looking bulge. It’s straining against the fabric of his dress pants, begging to be freed and drained. 

“Don’t you love me?”

His eyebrows are furrowed, eyes wide and waiting. You sigh and extend your leg out so it’s nudging against his erection. His breath hitches at the stimulation, and he can’t help the way his hips hump against you. 

“I do love you, baby. But you can’t keep me here forever, you know that.”

Your tone is comforting and warm, trying your best not to upset him now. He doesn’t protest, too engrossed in what little pleasure you’re granting him. He moves his body closer to you once again, your leg still slotted between his thighs as he comes face to face with your cunt. 

“Love? Do you think you can let me out of these cuffs?”

Now that he had seemingly calmed down a bit, it was worth a shot to ask. He cranes his neck up a bit to look at you, and looks to the side for a moment as if to contemplate it. With a sigh, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small key. 

He’s quick to free you from your binds, hands trembling as he pulls them off of you. His voice is quiet when he decides he wants to speak. 

“I’m sorry, mommy..”

You twist your wrists to get the blood flowing back through them, and you shake them out for a quick moment before you reach out to run a hand through his messy hair. You card your fingers through his locks as he looks up at you in apology. 

“It’s alright, baby. Just–please listen to me next time, alright?”

The calf he’s nestled upon presses closer to him, and his lips drop in a gentle whimper. Spencer nods and starts to grind himself against you as he leans forward and licks a broad stripe up your cunt. 

His hands snake around your thighs to spread them open and hold you down as he begins to licks and suck at your folds and clit. Loud moans soar from you as he tastes everything you have to offer him. He’s letting out small whines, not only from the taste and smell of you, but also from the way he’s getting off by humping at your leg like some pathetic dog. 

With each thrust of his hips, he’s rubbing the weeping head of his cock against the rough fabric of his pants that’s stationed right against your leg. He’s already dangerously close, but he wouldn’t stop until he was positive he had drunk up everything you gave him.

His large nose bumps against your sensitive clit, while his long hot tongue slithers into your hole. It scrapes against the insides of your walls, letting you gush on the muscle as it licks over every surface it possibly can. 

The hand in his hair twists as your grip tightens, urging him closer to your core, despite being so deep inside of you already. He’s noisily slurping at your sopping cunt, swallowing down each little spurt of slick you offer to him. Incessant moans spill from his mouth, vibrating against your folds as he pushes himself closer and closer over his edge. 

“You’re doing such a good job, baby..” 

He tries his hardest to hold himself back, but as he relishes in your praise, the push of his hips only speeds up, and the friction is simply too irresistible for him. He lets out a pathetic whimper before his entire body stills for a moment. Shaking his head against your thighs, he whines into your cunt.

“No, no, no.. Fuck–Fuck I-I’m sorry, mommy..” 

Spencer’s voice shakes and his eyes involuntarily cross in his skull as his orgasm makes him fill his boxers with his thick warm release. You can feel the warmth of his cum spurting against his garments, and stroke his hair. 

“It’s okay baby, It’s okay..”

You try to comfort him in which he just shakes his head. His lower body is twitching unceasingly, and you can feel hot tears spill from his eyes, running down the expanse of your inner thighs. 

As he cries into your core, you bite your lip and try to pull him back to comfort him more. But he stays glued to your thighs and cunt as he sniffles and speaks. 

“P-Please.. Please let me make it up to you, I’m so sorry.”

You can do nothing but give him a shaky nod, relaxing against the chair as he dives back down and plunges his tongue right back into you. The feeling of him fucking you with his mouth has you keeling over him, hands gripping his thick locks, lifting your ass off the chair to grind against his nose. 

His tongue swirls around against your deliciously drenched folds as his lips encompass your pulsing clit. You throw your head back against the top rail of the chair and squeeze your eyes shut. His premature orgasm seemed to only fuel him, wanting to make you cum on his tongue and scream out for him and only him even more than before. 

Spencer’s chin is absolutely drenched at this point, you were so wet that it was dripping down his neck and soaking his skin. Through his ministrations to your pussy, you could feel just how desperately he was begging for you to give him what he wanted so badly. 

As his tongue pistoned in and out of you like a jackhammer, and with how he relentlessly sucked at your clit, you knew you could only keep your composure for so long. When you look down you almost choke on your moan, he was already staring at you. Wide hazel eyes boring into your figure like you were the only thing that mattered to him.

And you are. 

Your gaze never tears from his, your eyes locked in on each other as he shoves you towards your orgasm. Through a broken whimper and slur of praises, you’re bursting in his mouth. Streams of your arousal gush against his tongue, and he’s eager to swallow and drink down everything he can. 

Spencer moans and tries his very best to guide you through your release, battling whether or not to gently coax you through your orgasm until you stop shaking, or to greedily suck on your folds until you give him a second helping of your juices. 

Thankfully, he doesn’t go for the latter. 

Your thighs tremble around where he’s buried between them, and the hand in his hair gripping for dear life slowly loosens as your moans begin to die down. He’s still attached to your clit like a man starved, and after a few minutes of him being latched on, you pull him off of you. 

He lets out a small noise of discontentment of being interrupted, and you almost laugh at how positively soaked his face is. His lips glistening and nose shining with your slick, chin almost dripping with your release. Licking over his lips and wiping his mouth, he smiles up at you. 

You push the fallen sweat covered hair out of his face as you even out your breathing. And he’s just about on the same boat as you, panting and chest heaving as if he had been holding his breath the entire time. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had. 

“Feel like you’ve proved your point?” 

You cradle his jaw in your wavering hands, eyes hooded and mouth dry. Spencer lets out a small huff of a laugh and sighs. 

You knew you had been speeding, but you still couldn’t help the groan that left your lips when flashes of red and blue approached behind you and beckoned you to pull over.

You silently sat in your car as a tall policeman came up to your window, knocking on it. With a fake polite smile, you lower the window.

“Good evening, Officer.”

The man looks serious, not unlike yourself. He has kind eyes, but looks serious, as if this is the thousandth car he's had to pull over.

"Evening. Could you explain why you were driving 60 in a 45 miles-per-hour zone?"

You sigh and shake your head, looking up at the man with a faux innocent look.

“I-I didn’t even notice, my apologies, officer.”

He looks back down at you with an unamused look, and crosses his arms over his chest. 

"Yeah, yeah. I've heard that more times than you could imagine. License and registration, please."

You sigh and roll your eyes when you’re facing away from him as you reach into the glovebox and take out your wallet.

The officer takes the documents and goes back to his car. You have a moment to yourself: your mind wanders as you look out the window, waiting for him to come back.

You hadn’t taken the time to really get a good look at him, considering you were far too annoyed that you had been pulled over. But as he walks away, you admire the strong physique of his body.

And once he walks back up to your car, a small smirk creeps onto your face when you realize how attractive he is.

Your expression must give you away, because he returns your smirk with a slight, amused smile of his own.

"Is there something funny?" he asks, handing your documents back to you, his tone still a little teasing.

You take them from his hands and brush your fingers against his purposely.

“Don’t you have anything better to be doing tonight? Or is pulling me over your definition of a fun Friday night?”

Your voice is teasing and there’s a mischievous smile on your face as you put your wallet away.

His amusement grows, and he raises an eyebrow. You're enjoying yourself.

"I'm just doing my job, ma'am," he says. "There have been a lot of reports of people speeding near here, so I'm just looking out for the safety of the community."

You tilt your head to the side and bite your lip as you look at him.

“You think I’m dangerous?” There’s a short moment of silence, before you speak to him again, your voice a little lower this time. “Don’t think I’m a good girl?”

"Well, your speeding certainly put you on the radar. As for the other one, well, you tell me." He winks, and then leans a little closer. "I'm going to give you a pass this time. Just... don't do it again, alright?" He's clearly enjoying this. He seems to like your style. 

A small huff leaves you in amusement, and you lean to rest your forearms over the opened window. 

“Why? Don’t wanna see me again?”

You catch him off-guard. He pauses, not expecting such a flouncy response.

“You certainly know how to make an impression." He says, his voice more serious. He's not sure how to proceed. He seems.. Intrigued.

“And what’s that?”

The officer’s gaze never leaves yours, and you can see the look in his eyes darkening the more he stares down at you. 

"Just someone who knows how to get herself in trouble." He grins. "Now run along. Or I'll have to arrest you."

You quirk a brow and lean further on the ledge, getting closer to him and looking up at him with those wide eyes of yours.

“Threatening me with a good time, Officer..?”

Your voice trailed off.

The grin on his face grows and takes his badge out of his pocket. 

“Officer Reid.”

He tucks it back away and almost regrets telling you the second he does. You could’ve been an undercover cop, reporting back his superiors that he’s trying to fuck every person he pulls over for speeding. 

"Are you trying to get arrested?" He knows this isn't how he's supposed to handle the situation, but he's enjoying it, and he's enjoying you. "Because I can put you in the back of a cop car right now.”

You bite your lip and look back at his car parked behind you. The lights still flickering, bright colors flashing against your skin as the evening sky only adds to it. When you look back to him, you grin.

“Never been in one before, Officer.”

Spencer chuckles a little. "Is that your way of asking me to do that?" You're teasing him now; you're flirting with him, and he knows it.

"You're a funny one," he says, "and you seem like you'd put up a fight." He raises an eyebrow. "Am I correct?"

You shrug, sitting back into your seat.

“I’m sure that wouldn’t be a problem, you seem like you don’t like it easy.”

He smiles, but not fully.

"And you seem like someone who likes to push boundaries."

He's not afraid of you. Actually, he's intrigued.

"What do you get up to when you're not speeding?" He asks, his tone a little teasing again.

With a cocky tone in your voice, you let out a light chuckle.

“Put me in the back of your car and maybe you’ll get a hint.”

The man’s eyebrows raise in surprise at your forwardless, and lets out a laugh of his own.

"Oh, you are trouble, aren't you?" He leans closer, closing some of the distance between you. As he looks down at you, the fire in his eyes looks borderline animalistic. "But I think I like that."

You unbuckle your belt, almost making a show out of how your fingers press the release button and seductively pull the belt away from your body.

“You think?”

He notices your body language and watches as your fingers undo that belt. When the buckle is released he leans even closer. He's attracted to you. A lot.

"I know."

His tone grows more serious. He's not sure if he should do it. It's unprofessional as hell, but god does he really want to.

You unlock the car, and the loud clicking rings through both of your ears. The noise almost confirmation for how much you want this.

“Then what’re you gonna do about it, Officer?”

His eyes flicker down to your lips, and then your body and then back up at your face. Without saying another word, he takes out his handcuffs.

“Ma’am, please step out of the vehicle with your hands behind your back.” 

You look up in thought for a moment, before crossing your hands over your chest and nonchalantly lean back against the seat of your car.

“No thanks.” 

"No thanks?" 

Your resistance sends a thrill through him, but it's a double-edged sword. He likes that you're fighting back. A lot. But he also has to do his “job”.

"Are you refusing a lawful order?"

He lets his voice carry with it the insinuation of a threat. A small, evil smile appears on his face. 

“Maybe I am.”

He doesn't want you to run, but he kind of does want that, too. You're so unpredictable in the best way possible.

“Ma’am, I’m going to ask you one more time. Please step out of the vehicle.”

When you stay silent and don’t move, he’s suddenly reaching his arm into your car and unlocking the car himself. You bite your lip when he grabs you by your arm and drags you out of the car, pressing you against it with him standing behind you.

His arm is tight on your arm, restraining you, but not painfully. He's gentle enough, but firm. He stands close to you, looming over your head as you're pressed against the car. You can smell him, his cologne, and you can feel him. You can feel the warmth of his chest against your back, and the telltale bulge in his pants.

"Now, are you willing to do what I say?"

He asks, his voice low and predatory. The threat in his tone is clear. So is his intent.

“Never.”

Your voice is tempting and defiant as you try to look back at him where your head is pressed against the cold metal of the car door.

"Then I have no choice."

One hand holds your arm behind your back, and the other places cuffs around your wrist. He locks them up with a loud clicking.

"You're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent.." He recites the Miranda rights, but you sense that he's not really doing this by the book.

A downright dirty smirk forms on your face as you feel the harsh metal of the cuffs being fastened around your wrists, and you’re not listening to a word he says as he walks you back to his car.

Spencer opens the door of his car and forcefully pushes you inside before slamming the door in your face. You hear him get inside the driver's seat, his door shutting with a thud.

"You'll really try to make this difficult for me, won't you?" he says, but he's not mad. Not even a little bit. Your stubbornness was oddly arousing to him, a sense of responsibility to put you in your place washed over him the more he was in your presence. 

“You like a challenge, do you not, officer?”

You hold your hands behind your back, trying to fidget with them in a fleeting attempt to break free and stare at him through his rear view mirror.

"I do. Very much."

He starts up the car, puts it in gear, and then drives off. He smiles back at you, a predatory little smile adorning his features. His eyes stay on the road, but his attention is on you, watching you. Watching everything you do. 

The sky around you suddenly darkens as he pulls onto a dirt road, trees surrounding the car as he drives further into the woods.

There are no streetlights, and it's pretty dark. The only light was the blinding headlights of his cop car, flashing against the foreboding looking trees that surrounded the both of you. You've gone way past the edge of town, you've gone way off the road you were once on.

After a few more minutes of aimless driving, he parks the car and gets out. He goes around the car, pulling you out of the backseat and pushing you, roughly now, against one of the trees. 

A loud gap leaves you as the air is forced out of your body with the way he’s pressing up against you. The rough bark rubs against your bound hands, making you wince. You swallow and look up at his eyes full of lust and hunger as he stares back down at you.

His eyes are burning with something you can barely describe.

"You really don't like to be told what to do, do you?" He asks, and there's no more amusement in his tone. He's deadly serious.

"But you've managed to get yourself in trouble." His face is close to yours, and his body's pressing you against the tree. His arms are around you, his hands caressing your jaw.

Your chest rises and falls rapidly as adrenaline and arousal flow through your bloodstream. As he gets closer to you, an evil smile crosses your face and you slip out of his hold, running from him.

"If you think you can outrun me, go ahead," He says as he lets you scurry off. He knew you wouldn’t be able to get away from him.

With a laugh, he gives chase. You move fast, but he's faster. You know you can't beat him in a sprint. He's not even out of breath.

You keep running as he chases you, and you're starting to get breathless. You keep looking back as you go. He's catching up. You can feel him practically breathing down your neck: he's getting closer.

When you no longer hear his footsteps behind you, you’re panting heavily and lean your back against a large tree. You tried to quiet down your heaving, as to not give yourself away.

Being chased by him like you were nothing but prey to him was turning you on beyond belief. You loved the chase. As you leaned up against the tree, you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together, biting your lip to contain the moan that threatened to escape you. 

Spencer catches up, but you don't hear him approaching until he appears from behind. You turn your head towards where you hear him, but the second you crane your neck, he's right in front of you, and he pins you against the tree. 

His arms are around your waist, holding your body tight. He's breathing a little hard, but his eyes are nothing short of predatory. His expression is dark and dangerous.

"You really, really should've listened." He doesn't seem the least bit angry. He sounds calm and mocking, as if taunting you.

"Now, what should I do with you?"

Your mouth goes dry when you try to respond, but then he’s quickly throwing you over his shoulder with no trouble at all.

A small yelp leaves your mouth and you begin to thrash in his hold. You scratch at his uniform and weakly hit his back, but he just continues to walk back to his car, ignoring your attempts to free yourself.

You're helpless. You have no power. No control. He just carries you back to his car, his grip iron-solid on your waist. You're completely at his mercy.

The bright white lights of his headlights shine through the dark trees as he approaches his car. With a grunt, he forcefully slams your body down against the hood of his car, bending you over and having you entirely at his will to do anything. With your hands cuffed, there’s not much you can do as he stands behind you, pressing his body into yours.

“Fuck..” You whimper out.

You're bent over the hood, pressed against the cold metal. He's close to you, so close. You can feel the heat of his body and hear his quickened breath. The smell of his cologne is near unbearable. You're vulnerable, completely at his mercy, and you love it. You’re beyond turned on when he presses his body into yours, where you feel just how much he’s loving this too. 

His heavy cock sits in his boxers, and he pushes it against your plush ass. You can do nothing but sigh and drink in his quiet groans.  

You're powerless here. He can do anything he wants to do to you. You helplessly moan when you feel his cold hands reach for the band of your pants and forcefully pull them down, exposing your ass to the frigid air around you.

His large hands splay over your exposed rear, and you melt into the touch.

“I’m a good girl I promise, Officer.”

"Hm?" He asks, looking down at you. His eyes are dark and predatory and his voice is quiet. That touch of his was strong, controlling. Everything from his touch and tone screams to you that he’s in charge, whether you like it or not.

"I'm not sure I believe you. You were so quick to break the law and to try to get away."

A cold breeze is starting to chill you, and a small shiver runs up your back. He's quiet for a moment, enjoying the control he has over you. "Perhaps you deserve a punishment."

You shake your head but he’s quick to reach a hand out and press your cheek against the car, forcibly holding you down. “N-No, Officer. I’ll be good I promise.”

"I don't think you will be." He says, and he's still holding down your face. His voice is cold and clinical.

His words aren't a threat, it's a prediction. It's the truth. It's a fact.

"You’ll just get into trouble again, won't you?"

He keeps his hand on your cheek, and he moves it and strokes your face. His touch is gentle - tender– yet forceful.

“Maybe.. I’ll get into trouble as many times as I can if you’re the one after me.” Your voice is teasing and amused, despite your predicament.

His eyebrow twitches slightly. Your comment was a little bit too playful– and it was definitely a challenge.

"Oh yeah?" He says, and now his voice contains something new. There's an edge of something to it. There's something sinister to it. "Is that so?"

You bite your lip and smile up to him as best as you, and as you speak it’s clear just how sarcastic your tone is.

“I’d never lie to you, Officer.”

Spencer sucks on his teeth for a moment with an unamused look on his face before he’s letting go of your face and moving his hands down to urge down his pants and underwear. 

“I’m sure you wouldn’t.” 

The cold surface of the car sends a chill down your spine, but his hot and heavy presence pressing up against you serves as warmth enough.

All you can hear is the impatient sound of fabric and metal being pulled off his body, before you can feel the weeping tip of his cock pressing against your slickened folds. He lets out a low groan at the feeling of him sliding along the lips of your cunt. 

He wants to make a snarky comment, ask if you’re always this wet, or maybe ask if your little game of cat and mouse had you soaking through your underwear, but he refrains. 

To make up for its absence, he tilts his hips forwards and slips his head between your folds, just barely grazing the hole that was practically begging to be filled. With a pout, you try your hardest to push back against him, to have him “accidentally” glide into you. 

But despite only knowing you for an hour, he knows you enough that he’s already two steps ahead. Spencer pulls his hips back with a disapproving click of his tongue.

“I let you off of a speeding ticket, the least you could do is be a good girl and stay still.” 

You whimper at the gravelly tone in his voice, and make a small noise of acknowledgement. The bold persona you had sported before had melted away with the steaming hot tension between the two of you. 

Your obedience is quickly rewarded as he pushes his body forward, slowly sheathing himself in your drench walls. A breathy moan leaves your lips as your pussy greedily swallows his shaft, pulling him deeper and deeper into the soaking wet warmth. 

Spencer’s hand is quick to grab at the base of your head, grabbing a handful of hair and gripping firmly at the roots. He pulls back, forcing your neck back so you’re looking up at the dark night sky. 

“I don’t want to hear a single thing from you. Can’t let anyone know what we’re doing out here, hm?”

His other hand finds solace on the curve of your hip and waist, his grip borderline bruising as he uses it to fuck into you. His pace is unforgiving and aggressive, pushing and pulling his dick in and out of you as hard it had your walls already aching. 

And yet, all you could do is bite down on your lip so hard you could taste your own blood, and it only served to turn you on even more. The slap of his hips against your ass has you reeling, trying your hardest to bow your head down, but with the grip he has on your hair, it proves impossible. 

The hands stationed behind your back writhe and try their best to break from the cuffs, and when he sees this, he only humps into you harder and faster with a cocky huff. 

“Why’re you trying so hard to escape? Gonna run again?”

Your puffy folds are being rubbed raw with how sharp he was fucking into you, the heavy pounding of his hips pushing his dripping member deeper into you with each pass. Spencer leans over you the closest he can, and tightens the first in your hair. 

“You know I’ll catch you again, so don’t even think about it, sweetheart.” 

You involuntarily clench at the husky tone in his voice and the indication of him hunting you down again. Having you run through the dark forest, slick dripping down your thighs as you try your hardest to evade him, only for it to testify his claim that yes, he would in fact catch you again. 

“I-I won’t.. won’t run from you again, Officer. I p-promise–oh fuck–promise. I’m–I’m yours.” 

Your voice came out jumbled from the force of his thrusts, making an evil grin spread across his sweaty face. Reducing you to a blubbering mess as he tore you apart on his cock filled him with more satisfaction than anything else. 

He looked down to where his body met yours, and growled out a moan at the sight of your milky arousal pooling around the base of his length, and the way your ass was blooming with shades of pink and red with how hard he was slamming his hips into it.

His nails were digging into the skin of your hip, and the slight sting made you wince in pain. The hand in your hair was still relentlessly tugging at it, and he had the audacity to start using it as a handle to fuck into you in a harder, more methodical way. 

Your ass bounced back against in deep calculated thrusts, and every time your body lurched forward, he’d pull you back almost immediately by your hair. Your eyes squeezed in both pain and pleasure at the feeling of your roots being abused by his hand. 

“Thought I told you to be quiet. What happened to being a good girl?”

His tone is condescending and dark as he talks down to you, accentuating his words with the tilt of his hips and the yank of his fist. 

A deep ache settled in a pool at the bottom of your stomach, pushing harder and harder against your cunt, urging you to finish here and now and flood his headlights. 

However, despite how much your body was screaming at you, you were afraid to face the Officer if you came around his cock so early on, especially without his permission. He was already fucking you with a hostility that could only be described with one word: Angry. 

Your body ached from being bent over the hard metal of his car, your cunt convulsing around his shaft splitting you open, as he treated you like you were nothing but a doll to him. 

Spencer groaned as he felt you twitching around him, and a cruel smile twists on his face when you stutter and try your hardest to speak through his thrusts and your whimpers. 

“I-I’m.. Cum, I’m gonna.. gonna cum, please, please.” 

He abruptly pulls himself out of you, relishing in the way his cock drips with your slick as it bobs in the cold night air.

“No, you’re not.” 

His voice is almost as sadistic as the expression on his face, and he roughly yanks your head back, almost pulling you off the hood of the car. 

“On your knees.” 

You collapse to the ground in front of him and shift on your legs as you look up at him with teary eyes. His length, hefty and dribbling precum, swayed in front of your face, almost taunting. 

His hand moves to your face, running the tips of his fingers over the cheek of your skin, before moving up and tenderly wiping the tears that well in your eyes. The gesture makes your heart stop for a moment, you were surprised he was showing you mercy, so you didn’t get too comfortable.  

Looking up through your lashes, eyes wide and as innocent as you could muster, you swallow as you wait for him to make the first move. You wouldn’t dare try anything now, he knew that. 

Slowly leaning forward, the tip of his cock brushes against your pouty lips, smearing his spend all over you. His voice is quiet as he speaks to you, and the hand in your hair twists. 

“Open.” 

Your mouth drops open before he can even finish, and he smiles at your eagerness. The hand that was once caressing your face moves under your chin, holding the bottom of your head as he slides his cock against your tongue and down your throat. 

“Look at you.. finally being a good girl.” 

His voice is barely above a whisper now, and the whirring of his engine and the city’s faint noise pollution are the only things accompanying his words. The headlights of his car are shining against your back, and you can see the shadow of his form looming over you, cock down your throat, against the trees behind him. 

Once he’s pushed himself as far as he can, he readjusts his grip in your hair and starts to pull you up and down his shaft. Your thick spit coats him, pooling around the edges of your mouth every time you plunge back in because of how big he is. 

You moan around the mouthful and he grits his teeth with a groan at the vibration, plunging deeper and deeper, abusing the inside of your throat and rubbing the skin raw. You could just barely taste the salty precum against your tongue each time he pulled himself out of your mouth. 

His grunts and groans grow louder in volume and deeper in tone as his thrusts become erratic and animalistic. Spit and slick is dripping down your chin and chest, drenching the collar of your shirt and your skin. 

“Gonna–shit–gonna cum all over this pretty face..”

Your eyes water from how hard he’s stamping the back of your throat, and the ache in your jaw becomes unbearable as he works himself inside your mouth. It’s not another minute before he’s quicking ripping his shaft from between your lips and frantically stroking himself at the base as groan after moan seeps from gritted teeth. 

Your eyes flutter closed for a moment before they’re forced open when you feel a wet hand slap you across the face. With wide eyes you look up at him in disbelief, in which he just slaps you again. Your head jerks to the side from the force, and when you turn back to him, he’s shooting hot webs of his arousal all over you. 

Ribbons of white coat your face, streaming down your cheeks and running down your jaw. Your mouth parts in a soft moan when you feel the scolding fluid drenching your skin. 

Spencer throws his head back and bites his lips as his hips twitch forward with each pump of cum he deals to your face. His legs are shaking underneath him, and has to lean over you to hold onto the grill of the car in order to not collapse from the intense power of his orgasm as it washes over him in tsunami sized waves. 

The tip of his sopping cock pushes against your parted lips, shooting out even more of his spend against your tongue. You swallow with a sigh and look back up at him expectantly, your face is positively covered in the affects of his orgasm and when he drops his head back down, he only moans louder. 

He strokes himself one last time, body shuddering and hips jackhammering when his rough palm rubs over the sensitive undersize of his member, and explodes all over you again as he rides the wave of a second orgasm. 

A subsequent torrent of his cum coats your face, joining the previously expelled fluid as it all drips down your face. Some of it trails down your neck, and it makes you feel utterly disgusting in a way that only you would find irresistible.  

When he finally stops cumming, one of his hands reaches down to collect some of the liquid, swiping it off your cheek and forcing the finger into your mouth. He urges your lips open and pushes the soaked digit onto your tongue. 

The wet muscle wraps around the salty coated skin, sucking the cum off and giving him a show while you do it. Dragging your pursed lips over his finger, wide teary eyes bored into him.

Spencer scoffs above you in amusement before withdrawing his hand from you. 

“Is coming onto an officer a criminal offense?” 

Your voice is hoarse from the moans and his cock that ripped through your throat just minutes prior, and the rasp in your tone makes you sound absolutely wrecked. He rolls his eyes with a huff of a laugh and looks down at you.

It was the middle of the day and Spencer was at work while you were at home in your shared bedroom. You were laying on the bed scrolling through your phone mindlessly. You had texted Spencer a few minutes ago, and were expecting him to reply any second now. 

Spencer: How’s your day, sweetheart?

As his name popped up on the screen, and quickly read over his text with a smile before responding. 

You: Boring without you

You type, before hitting the send button.

S: Could make that better when I get home.

S: I miss you.

You read over his text and raise your brow as you sit up slightly under the covers

Y: How would you do that?

A few seconds pass as his text bubble disappears and reappears a few times. 

S: Shouldn’t I save that for when I see you?

Y: Maybe I’m a little impatient.

S: I’ll make it worth your wait.

Y: Please? I’ll be good.

Your message makes him chuckle lightly, and his eyes flicker to the room around him to make sure no one else is paying attention to him before his fingers quickly scatter to reply. 

S: Your begging isn’t going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. Just wait for me to get home.

You sighed and thought to yourself for a moment before quickly unraveling your shirt from off your body. You open the camera and snap a picture of you in your bra in bed and send it to him. 

Y: Attachment: 1 Image.

Y: Waiting is boring.

His eyes widened almost immediately upon seeing the photo, and he looked around once more. Once he found the coast was clear he lowered his brightness and hunched over a bit on his desk, trying to hide his phone under the surface. 

S: Can’t you do something to entertain yourself before I get home? 

He couldn’t let you know how much this simple photo was affecting him, so he opted for just teasing you instead. Although, you were in no mood for it. 

Another minute passes, and he is impatiently awaiting your response. Although, when it comes through, he had wished you hadn’t sent it at all. 

Y: I can think of a few things 

Y: Attachment: 1 Image.

Another photo from you pops up on his screen, and this time you’re no longer wearing your shirt, or your shorts. You’re left in just your bra and panties as you bite your lip and look at the camera. Spencer can feel how lightheaded he gets the second his eyes graze over the pixels. The blood rushed from his head straight to his stiffening cock, making his pants entirely too tight. 

He bites his lip and shakes his head before typing frantically. 

S: God, you’re beautiful. How am I supposed to wait until I get home when you’re sending me pictures like this?

S: I’m going to have to excuse myself for a little while if you keep distracting me.

Standing up from his desk, he makes up some bullshit excuse to everyone else about a “very important business call”, as he quickly scurries off to an empty office and quickly locks the door. Before you can even respond, you see his contact pop on screen as he was calling you. You pick up, and his voice is quiet and rushed as he speaks to you. 

“Hey, sweetheart.”

He sounds breathless already, and you’d smile if not for the soft and airy moan you let out just from hearing the sound of his voice.

“Hi, Spence..”

 You can hear his breath hitch, and you know that your voice affects him just as much as his. He swallows and sighs before murmuring in a slightly trembling voice. 

“You don’t know how difficult you’re making things right now, baby. You know how badly I want to come home and take care of you, but I can’t.” 

You placed the phone on the bed stand next to you and ran your hands over your skin as you spoke. Teasing fingers run down your stomach and into the top of your panties as you all but ignore his words.

“Where would you touch me?”

Spencer gasped lightly and glanced around the empty room, as if someone were there listening along with him.

“Jesus, sweetheart, stop, please..”

His husky voice only turned you impossibly further, and you ran a hand down to your underwear, teasing yourself. He sounded positively desperate for you, and you could almost laugh knowing he couldn’t do anything about it. You know he’d be standing in that little office, legs shaking and cock painfully hard in his dress pants, while you were home laying in bed with three fingers buried inside yourself. 

“But it’s fun..”

He moaned, biting his lip so that he didn’t make too much noise. He looks down towards the bulge in his pants, and stops himself from reaching down and palming himself through the tight fabric. Instead, he clears his throat and tries his best to form a full sentence. 

“And what’s stopping me from telling you to stop doing that?” 

Your breath hitched as you touched yourself. Your voice sounded breathless as you moaned through the phone and it drove him crazy just to think about what you were doing right now. How he wasn’t there to please you himself, it made him all the more frustrated to be stuck at work.

“Y-You’re not here.. You’ve got work to do, Spence. I can do whatever I want..”

Spencer groans and trudges his way over to an office chair sat behind a wooden desk, letting out a soft sigh as he sits down and reaches a tentative hand down over his pants.

“You just like teasing me too much, hm?”

Long fingers run over the expanse of his bulge, and he moans softly at the feeling. You nodded to yourself and your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of your touch.

“Mhm.. I know how badly you need me right now, isn’t that right?”

He groaned again, gripping the phone so hard that you could hear a small creek. His other hand was preoccupied too, gently running the pads of his fingers over his own clothed cock, teasing himself the same way you would. 

“God, yes.. I need you right now, baby.”

You smile as you bite your lip and throw your head back in the soft pillow. You slickened fingers carded through your soaked folds, pushing them around and spreading your arousal all over yourself. 

“Too bad you’re at work and I’m stuck here touching myself, wishing it was you instead..”

Spencer shut his eyes and leaned his head back against the back of the chair as his hand subconsciously squeezed himself through his pants, feeling just how heavy and hard he was underneath the pathetic fabric. He was really trying to maintain his composure, but you were making it impossible. 

“You have no idea how hard you’re making this for me right now.”

Your middle finger swirls over your hole for a short moment before you sink it into yourself, eyes crossing at the feeling of it pushing into your silky walls, just as he would. 

“You–oh fuck–You should get back to work, hm..?”

He could hear the slick gush of your cunt around your fingers, and almost slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle a loud moan. He had a love-hate relationship with how you could control him so easily. 

He didn’t want to get back to work. He wanted to drive home and fuck you until the sky turned bright again.

“Please, sweetheart, stop. You need to stop doing this..” 

He begged, his voice sounding desperate and pleading with you. But despite his begging, his trembling hand still found the zipper of his pants, pulling it down and exposing his underwear to the empty room.

You ignored his pleas as you sunk another finger alongside the previous one, feeling the slight stretch inside of you. 

“Need you so badly, sir..”

He gritted his teeth, trying so hard not to lose control over the phone, especially in the office. 

“Baby, please” He tried again, taking deep breaths. “You have to stop..” He said, his voice sounding more pleading and strained. However his actions betrayed his words. The more he spoke the closer he was to freeing his leaking cock from his underwear. 

His hand reached down and pulled the soaked fabric of his boxers down under his length, and pulled the heavy shaft out of its confines. Looking down he could see how shiny the head was from the precum already, and bit his lip when he saw another clear sticky drop spurt from the tip. 

“I-I can’t.. can’t stop. Feels so fucking good, sir.”

Spencer groaned and bit his lip, trying to sound stern, but obviously failing.

“Sweetheart, I need you to stop. You’re going to make this incredibly difficult for me to keep working today. Please.. You have to stop.”

It was a pitiful attempt at trying to get you to stop, he knew. You had him exactly how you wanted him and he was completely helpless in this situation. He had a very weak will where you were concerned.

“I know you don’t want me to stop.. I know how badly you want to touch yourself right now to the sound of me.” Your voice was whiny as you teased him.

He swallowed and shook his head, almost in shame. 

“A-Already am..” 

His gaze lowered to his cock, his fist wrung tightly around the base as he stopped himself from exploding all over himself, staining his work attire and already embarrassing himself more than he already felt like he had. 

“Show me.”

Your voice is gravelly as you tell him, wanting so badly to see the cock you wished was inside of you instead of your fingers. They were nothing compared to the way his large girth never failed to mold around him and leave you feeling entirely stretched out. 

He’s silent for a moment, almost as if to process what you were asking of him, and you always knew he was nervous about taking photos or videos of himself intimately, but you also knew he’d do it as long as you told him just how amazing he looked. He thrived off of your praise. 

“I bet you’re so hard right now, aren’t you sir?”

You can hear him shuffling around in his seat for a bit before he grunted in response.

“You can thank yourself for that.”

You curl your fingers up into you and whimper at the feeling. The surface of your thighs is covered in a thin layer of sweat and slick, and you wish more than anything that he was here to lick it up. With a strained voice, you call to him again.

“Answer the question, Spence.”

He was having extreme difficulty with speaking through his heavy breathing.

“Yes, sweetheart. God, yes..” 

A notification from him suddenly causes your phone to buzz, and you involuntarily moan at the preview image. When you clicked on it, a photo of Spencer sat in his chair popped up. His pants were unzipped and only pulled down enough to expose his cock. The same one that was absolutely dripping with precum and looking painfully hard, if the protruding veins and red glistening tip gave anything away. 

His large hand was fisted at the very base of his length, squeezing it so tight you could see the muscles in his hand strain. His hair was covering one of his eyes, which were staring at the camera with a look full of absolute desperation and need. Spencer’s mouth was slightly dropped open, having captured the photo whilst he was mid moan. 

Everything about him looked positively beautiful, nothing short of utterly ruined for you. 

“Fuck..” 

Is all you were able to say, barely audible and breathy as it left your lips. You could hear him chuckle lightly on the other end of the line, and you were far too entranced to say something that would wipe that smirk right off his face. 

“I need you so bad right now, baby.”

He breathed in a low, strained voice. The grip he had on himself started to move up and down the shaft, squeezing the life out of his cock to simulate only a third of the absolute bliss you always engulf him in. 

The fact that you could hear how aroused he was, only made you fuck yourself faster and faster. You could hear the lewd wet noises as he fucked into his fist, dripping with so much precum that he was sliding in and out of the tight hole like it was no problem. 

“Need you inside of me so badly, Spence.. Fuck..”

Your voice broke out in a whimper, adding a third finger to your puffy hole and gaping your mouth at the stretch. Your walls molded around the digits as they piston up against the silky walls of your cunt. 

Upon hearing your approaching orgasm in your voice, Spencer bows his head down and moves his hand quicker and quicker. The hand holding the phone is shaking from how hard he’s gripping onto it, and how quickly he’s being brought to his peak. 

He chokes on a moan and speaks, needing to hear more of your sweet voice before he absolutely explodes in his fist. 

“God, sweetheart..” He breathed out heavily. “This is killing me.. I’m so lucky you didn’t send that while I was in the office.”

You giggled through a moan and slowed down the cant of your fingers, needing to prolong this as long as you could take.

“Why..? Hm? Don’t want your coworkers seeing me touching myself for you?”

He let out a soft chuckle and shook his head.

“I could care less what they see, baby.” He admitted. “I just don’t want them to see me.” He added, smirking.

“You don’t want them seeing you all hot and bothered because of me? Knowing just how hard you are underneath your desk?” Your tease as your hands speed up once more. You knew him all too well. 

How hard he’d blush and how wide his eyes would go if you had sent him a video of you fucking yourself in his absence. His mouth would go dry, and the teeth of his zipper would threaten to pop if he hadn’t excused himself within the next second. 

All of his colleagues would notice, questioning why he was so red, why he was holding his phone so close to his chest, and why he was pushed so close to the edge of his desk. 

You bit your lip in a smile just thinking about how much he’d stammer out an excuse before practically sprinting to the nearest restroom to fuck his fist until he coated his fingers.

But thank god he was smart enough to call you before you got any ideas. 

He inhaled sharply when you described it like that. It felt downright dirty, just thinking about all of his friends and coworkers making fun of him for getting sent nudes during work hours, and not being able to focus on anything else but those images on the darkened screen of his.

“God–god—yes, sweetheart. They’d tease me for hours if they knew what you were doing.. I’m so lucky you’re mine, I love you so much, baby please.”

His words only further spurred you on, and he knew you had a thing for praise. So with each sweet word he murmured to you, it made you moan louder and louder, quickly pushing you to your limit as you were already spurting your arousal all over your fingers.

“F-Fuck.. I-I love you, too.. Spence.”

As you continued to touch yourself to the sound of his voice, you felt your legs begin to shake as you were rapidly approaching your peak. His breathing was heavy and shaky as he felt the same burn in the pit of his stomach, urging him to keep going and never stop. 

“S-Spence.. I-I’m..Fuck.”

“Yes, yes sweetheart. God.. You’re doing so well.” He murmured. “Do you need me?” He teased as he twisted his palm over the gushing head of his cock, the sensation making him roll his eyes back into his head and groan.

Your mouth drops in a loud moan and through the burn of the stretch, you could feel another rush of red hot heat quickly washing over you. 

“More than anything..”

Another low moan escaped his throat at your words, but he stayed silent for a moment or two.

“I need you too, baby. You don’t understand. No one loves you like I do, no one touches you like I do, and no one fucks you like I do..” His voice sounded hoarse and strained, his breaths heavy like he was holding himself together by a thread at the moment now.

Your eyes go crossed and roll back into your skull as his words, and you whimper pathetically. You were so close it was almost unfair.

“Need you more than anything.. Please.. please please.. I’m so close, sir please.” Your begging doesn’t stop as you’re pushed further and further over the edge, so close to pouring over. Your pleas quickly proved to be far too much for him, because before you can even finish your sentence, you can hear a loud raspy moan from the other line. 

Spencer writhed in the chair, body trembling and hands shaking, teeth gritted in a feeble attempt to hush himself. The fist working his cock squeezes tightly at the base before quickly shooting up to the head, making him jolt in pleasure as he spurts over the top of his hand. His mouth drops in an ear shattering whimper as he feels all of his pent up need and desperation for you quickly rush down the surface of his skin. 

As you hear him reach his peak, you chase after him closely. Your fingers brush across the pad of your sweet spot, and you’re letting out an equally loud moan as you gush around your fingers. Your thighs jolt around your hand, and you throw your head back against a pillow as your orgasm floods through your body. 

A few silent moments pass where Spencer is panting in the phone, eyes tightly knit shut as his cum drips down his hand. He can’t hear anything from your side, and he blinks a few times before swallowing and speaking in a shaky voice. 

“Sweetheart? A-Are you okay?” 

He looks around the office for something to clean himself up with, and places the phone down on the table when he spots a box of tissues. He takes one, and winces at the feeling of slight overstimulation when the rough material brushes against the underside of his head. 

Once he had rid himself of his sin and zipped himself back up, he picked up the phone again and tried to repeat himself. 

“H-Hello? Baby, are y–” 

“Come home. Now.”

Your tone was serious and demanding, almost daring him to say no. His mouth runs dry and he swallows, nodding to nobody but himself.

“Yes, Ma’am. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.” 

You don’t say another word as you hang up the phone, and Spencer takes a few heavy breaths before shoving his phone into his pocket and trying his best to fix his hair. He knows his skin is twinged a sinful shade of pink, and there’s no doubt small droplets of sweat are running down his neck, but he didn’t care about anything else about coming home to you. 

He quickly readjusts his tie, and takes a long breath as he opens the door to the office and steps out of it. He walks over to his desk and picks up everything he needs, sloppily shoving it into his bag. 

Spencer’s mind is so focused on you and only you, that he almost doesn’t hear the teasing remark thrown his way by one of his coworkers. 

“Phone call with the missus?” 

Without even looking at whoever the speaker was, he blushes and frantically finishes packing up before making his way to the elevator. 

You're laying on the bed naked as you look up at Spencer. His large figure was looming over you, hair messy and clad in his FBI vest and usual clothing. And most importantly, on the side of his chest laid a small black bodycam. 

After showing and telling just how much you loved seeing him in uniform, and also prompting about how you two should record yourselves having sex one day, of course being the genius he was, found the perfect way to do both.

Spencer’s face and ears flushed red as they always did when you two were intimate, but he couldn't help but smile despite it all. He moved closer slowly and kneeled down next to you. He held his palm over the lens and leaned over as he looked down at you and spoke softly. 

"Are you alright, baby? Do you still want to do this?"

He was incredibly gentle and had this sincerity about him that made it hard for you to feel scared at all by the situation, but it didn't get rid of your nerves.

Wordlessly, you nod. As you look at him, your eyes are full of love and trust for him. You were nervous of course, but only the two of you would ever have access to the footage, and the thought helped you calm down a bit as you reminded yourself this was only for the two of you. 

He could see your emotions in your eyes despite your lack of words, and it filled him to the brim with a sense of warmth and love for you. He knew you trusted him completely, and his sense of  responsibility and protectiveness for you only grew. He leaned forward and kissed you gently on the mouth. He pulled back for a moment to look at you, then gave you another slow, long kiss.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you quickly melted into the kiss. Your arms were at their sides, and your fingers curled into the soft material of the blanket underneath your bare body.

He moved his hand behind your head and gently held it in place while his other hand rubbed your back slowly. He leaned a bit harder into the kiss, not enough to hurt you or push you down but enough to make you feel his comforting weight. He moved his head around to the side of your neck and started giving little soft nips to the side of your neck near the pulse.

Dropping your jaw slightly in a soft moan, your hands reach out to gently grab at his strong shoulders, as if to ground yourself as the kisses on your neck quickly become intoxicating.

Your nails scraped against the solid fabric, and it only turned you on further that he actually agreed on wearing his work wear to fuck you. 

Your noises made his head tilt back as his eyes closed and he let out a soft sigh of contentment. He continued to kiss your neck for a short while longer before pulling back and looking down at you once more, his tender eyes locked onto yours. 

"Are you ready?”

Swallowing, you nod before speaking. 

"Y-Yes.."

You said softly as you stared into his eyes.

He kept looking down at you for a moment longer before he slowly sat up straight. He adjusted the camera over to the middle of his chest to get a better angle on you as he kissed your forehead and whispered one more time, a little louder this time so the bodycam could get a better pick up. 

"Thank you, pretty girl.”

As he pulled away from you, you almost immediately missed the warmth of his body against yours. But you watched with lust filled eyes as his hands moved down to his belt. His gaze never left you, and neither did the camera’s.

Staring down at you and your body, all he could think about was how beautiful you were. This was the perfect moment as far as he was concerned, and he wanted to savor every second of it, even if he’d be able to watch this back later. 

Maybe he’d be on a too long business trip and missing the warmth of your body pressed against his and the way you felt so tight and wet around him. And maybe it would drive him crazy to not touch himself to the thought of you. And maybe, just maybe, he’d fuck his fist as his eyes struggled to stay put on the screen as he watched his cock pass in and out of that beautiful cunt of yours. 

Spencer undid his belt slowly before moving it to the side. He took it in his hand and gently set it on his desk before moving his hands to the buckle of his pants. 

When he undid them, you watched with curious eyes as he didn’t take them off. Instead, he just unzipped them enough so that the front of his underwear was exposed, and his thick bulge peeked through. You looked up at him and bit your lip when you realized he didn’t plan on undressing.

Having him fully dressed while you were completely bare only pushed you further into submission.

A slow smile spread across his face as he watched you react like that. He knew it was a little unfair of him in a way, but it just made his heart beat quicker, and his cock fill faster. He looked back down at you and noticed you were so still that he was almost afraid you might be holding your breath. 

"You okay?"

You eagerly nod and subconsciously spread your legs wider, feeling the silky material of the blanket underneath your skin. Seeing your hips and legs move like that, god, he knew at that moment his heart would never stop thumping as long as he was lucky enough to be with you. 

"Good girl. You're so beautiful.."

A warm blush covers your face, and your eyes quickly flicker down to his underwear, his hands absentmindedly pulling his heavy cock out of its confines to expose himself as his gaze never tore from you.

"Look at you.."

Spencer cooed, not able to help himself. The hand that freed himself from his boxers wrapped around the base of his length and squeezed once, and your mouth practically watered when you saw a small runner of clear fluid spill from his trip

"So beautiful.." He said again, his voice trembling just a little from all the feelings he had for you being so overwhelming. You look up at him with pleading eyes for a moment before he’s walking over to the other side of the bed and sitting down. His strong legs part slightly as he motions you over to sit on his lap. 

“Come here, baby. You’ll look so perfect being split open for the camera..” 

You swallow before wordlessly nodding and lifting yourself from the bed and going to place yourself on his thighs. His hands go to your hips as if by instinct to hold you down. His eyes continue to drink you in, taking in every inch of you, every movement you make, and ever angelic sound you let out.

"God.." He says with a groan, closing his eyes for a split second to take a deep breath to calm himself.

As you settle into his lap, the rough material of his pants against your bare skin makes you shiver, before you look down at the camera. It had a perfect view of your entire body as you straddled his hips. 

His dick was pressed right up against your stomach, and he was so long that from where it stood next to you, it was all the way past your belly button. Swallowing at the sight, you grab lightly onto the hard material of the vest, and you lift your hips so you’re hovering over his leaking cock. The heat radiating off of him and his deep scent surrounding you has your head spinning.

Your body is trembling as you slowly lower yourself on his length, feeling the blunt head force its way through your tight lips. Both of his hands are planted tightly on your hips, helping you sheath himself fully into you. 

“There you go, baby.. Doing such a good job, aren’t you?”

You squeeze your eyes shut as his shaft breaches your hole, splitting you open just as he had said. Spencer licks over his bottom lip before taking it between his teeth and looking down at where he’s almost entirely buried in your soaked cunt. 

He lets out a soft grunt at the tightness that surrounds him, and looks up at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. His voice sounds breathless as he moans and speaks.

“Almost there, princess..” 

And he has to stop himself from thrusting his hips up just the slightest bit more to push the rest of his painfully hard cock into you. 

Your breasts are in direct view of the cam, and as you lower yourself more and more, you’re almost face to face with the lens. It captured every moan and sigh that left your lips, and just how disbelieved you really looked, even if it had only been a few minutes. 

It was a shame it wasn’t filming him, because he looked better than a dream right now. When your eyelids peeped open, you took in just how beautiful he looked.

He was breathing heavily and his constraint was slipping by the second. You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed every time you involuntarily clenched around him, and god did you wish you could keep that sight to you forever. 

When you finally adjusted around him enough to move, you looked up at him with pleading eyes, and he immediately nodded back to you. 

His fingers gripped into the soft flesh of your hips, and slowly lifted you up his cock. When he looked down, a groan left his lips as he saw just how slick you were. You were so soaked that his entire shaft was coated in your arousal, and some of it was even spilling down to his pelvis. 

“Fuck, baby..” 

Spencer murmured dreamily before he started to bring you back down against him. You felt his tip press a deep kiss to your cervix, and the feeling made you hiccup as you choked on your own whimper. 

“How’s it feel, angel?”

His voice is soft as he strokes his thumb over your skin and lifts you off his cock again. You swallow and shake your head.

“F-Full… Really full, Spence. You’re so big..” 

Your own hips begin to move, wanting to help him as you ride him torturously slow. He sighed as your cunt swallowed him whole again.

“I know, love. I’m sorry..”

And you would’ve laughed if not for the searing hot length molding you around him, rendering you utterly breathless. He’s always so considerate to you that he was actually apologizing for how big he was. 

With the shake of your head, you lightly grind your hips down against his, his pelvis brushing into your clit and making you whimper. 

“Love it so much.. You always fill me so well—shit—perfect.. perfect f-for me..” 

A moment-long beat passes as he goes still, his hands no longer helping you ride him, and his chest no longer heaving. He just looks up at you in a gaze mixed with adoration and shock as his hands move up to your waist and grapple tightly at the plush skin. 

You let out a short yelp as Spencer grabs ahold of your waist and flips you down against the bed. It’s like a switch had been flipped inside of him, discarding his previous sweet and caring personality in an instant. His eyes darkened as his panting figure started to roughly thrust into you, not giving you another moment to adjust to the new position. 

The camera had a perfect view of your body laid out for him, and the way your cunt eagerly swallowed his cock with each cant of his hips. 

“Fuck.. God.. Look at this pretty little pussy, taking my cock like it's made for.” 

His body leaned forward and down slightly, so the lens captured a direct view of his thick and heavy shaft buried deep inside of you. Only a bit of his base was visible, as well as the shallow bulge of your pelvis and stomach as his member twitched inside of you. 

Your eyes are clamped shut and your mouth is agape as he plows into you with no mercy and speaks to you as if you’re just some fuck toy to him, no longer his girlfriend, not his lover, but an object. 

“That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?” 

He leans back up and his free hand comes up to your face and slaps your cheek, leaving a bruising red mark in its wake. Your head jerks to the side and your eyes are forced open by the rough hit. You look up at the camera first, then him. Both of them are equally as taunting. 

“Eyes on me, you know the rules.” 

His cold and cruel mask slips for a second when the hand that had just slapped you reaches out to cradle your pink twinged cheek, and he strokes his thumb over it. Spencer slows down the push and pull of his hips, and you melt into the touch, but the second you become comfortable, it’s stripped away from you.

When you lean into the large hand, Spencer pulls it back from your face and trades the gentle comforting touch for another brutal slap. Your head is quickly forced to the side and you let out a squeak of pain. 

The merciless thrust of his cock resumed, brushing and bruising your already abused hole. You could feel the burn from just how hard he was fucking into you, but you grit out a moan nonetheless. 

His thighs slap against your ass and his dick drills deep into you, abusing your sweet spot just as he had your face.

And it’s as if he’s absolutely feral now. Spencer’s mouth is never closed for more than a second, his jaw takes comfort in being dropped open as guttural and borderline animalistic groans leave his body. 

He’s fucking you with pure fervor, hips snapping so roughly against you that his balls are bruising the skin of your ass, and you wouldn’t be surprised if your spot was forming around the shape of his weeping tip. 

Your body writhed against the bedsheets and you threw your head back as much as you could when you felt the pressure of your orgasm quickly creeping up on you. With each hump he granted to you, it tugged you closer and closer to release. 

You lean up on your forearms and look up at him with absolutely desperate eyes, just begging for him to make you cum. His thrusts were so hard they were shifting your body up and down on the bed a little each time.

The pleasure soon became so immense it was impossible for you to put off any longer, and you opened your mouth to unintelligibly babble.

“C-Cum.. I-I’m gonna–mmfuck–gonna cum.” 

Spencer practically growled at your words and began to ram into you deeper, gripping your hips tighter and driving that hefty cock of his in and out of your puffy wet walls. 

“You can wait baby, can’t you?”

When you shake your head and throw your head back again, you can hear him let out a deep booming chuckle. 

“Aw, come on. Don’t you wanna be a good girl for me? You can wait.” 

The speed of his thrusts slow down so they’re less frantic, but he still fucks into you deep and calculated, knowing just what to give you and what not to give you. 

Your head lolls to the side for a moment before you crane your neck to get one last look at him. His hair was damp and messy, and quite frankly so was the rest of him. That vest of his only served to make everything hotter and sweatier, and you could see small beads of sweat running down his temples. 

Then your eyes lower down to his arms and hands, the same ones holding you so tightly in place so you don't even think about trying to get away from him. You scan over every vein and inch of skin you can possibly see, and bite your lip to stifle a moan. 

Your last destination to gawk over was that goddamn body camera. It was such a small device, but held so much meaning and thought. Thoughts about all those lonely nights he suffers when work calls for traveling, the same nights he calls you at midnight, breathless and begging you to spread yourself open for him so he can hear you cum. Those same nights he sloppily fucks his fist, wanting nothing more than for it to be you instead, and spills his arousal down his shaking hands. 

He wouldn’t have to imagine what it was like being with you ever again, not with the footage, at least. Whenever he pleased, he’d be able to watch you split yourself open on his cock, your tight hole sucking him up greedily and gushing around him. And he’d be able to watch your face contorted in pleasure every time he hit that soft spot inside of you, and he’d finally be able to watch you cum around his cock, instead of pathetically imagining it. 

With a throaty moan, you clench your pussy impossibly tighter around him and swallow him deeper than he’s ever been to cream all over his cock. A non stop flow of whimpers and mewls leave your lips as you gush around him, coating his length in a thick layer of arousal as you reach your orgasm. 

All of his late night lonely scenarios of you aren’t enough to do your true beauty justice. He could never get the twist of your face and cross of your eyes right in his mind, but now he wouldn’t have to. 

Despite his previous words, his own mouth drops when he feels you contracting around him and one of his hands leaves your hip to grab the bedsheets by your chest instead, using the leverage to fuck into you stronger and harder. The wetness of your release only spurred him on and made it all the more easier for him to brutally thrust into you. 

“Go-God.. You’re so fucking dirty, baby. Getting off to the thought of being filmed.. Is that what you like? You like being watched?” 

Spencer’s voice is breathless and gravelly as he practically talks himself to his own orgasm. You’d speak if you could, but all that comes out when you drop your lips is a dragged out wanton moan, to which he cockily smirks at. 

His body dips down a bit as to capture the sight that’s making him so dizzy and so so close to breeding you. He points the camera down to where the two of your bodies meet, where a thick white ring of your release starts to pool at the base of his cock, and where his hips are practically drenched in your arousal. 

His length drags in and out of you violently for a few more moments before he’s panting and groaning out like a wild animal, stilling and spilling inside of your soaked pussy. His hips twitch as he expels his release into you, filling you up and making your insides burn with a wild heat. 

The man above you looked entirely wrecked by his orgasm, despite you being the one fucked out of your mind. His breath was jagged and staggering as he tried to swallow his moans, and his hips still didn’t halt inside of you. 

All you could do was lay there and take everything he gave you, as he fucked his cum deeper inside of you, practically forcing your body to take his release and make it your own. Your own chest heaved from the aftershocks of both of your orgasms, and when he finally withdrew himself from you, a rush of cum came flooding out of you, dripping down to your ass. 

The feeling made you cringe, but it wasn’t much longer until Spencer was laying flat on his stomach and spreading your thighs wider. You’re caught off guard for a short moment, then another as you feel his warm and wet tongue prod at your hole. 

The thick muscle drags a long stripe up your soaked cunt, his cum and your arousal pooling on his own tongue as he smiles against your core. His nose nudges at your clit as he licks and sucks up the mixture of releases. 

“It’s a shame a camera can’t capture how good you taste. Could taste you forever.. you’d let me, right baby?” 

One of your hands reaches down to grab at his sweaty hair, and you find yourself writhing and arching against the sheets as he eagerly swallows everything your cunt spills on his tongue. 

Not being able to speak, you settle for a small noise that sounds like it could be a noise of agreement, to which he understands you perfectly. Spencer practically buries his face between your legs and scoops his own arousal out of you before swallowing down the thick viscous fluid. 

When he pulls away, he wipes his mouth and licks over his lips. He leans down to press one final kiss to your clit, in which your entire body jolts, and he sighs. 

You manage to lean up on your forearms once more and look at him with a dazed expression dancing across your face, and you watch as he goes to turn off the camera. 

“How much film does that thing have?” 

Spencer chuckles and takes it off of his vest. He holds it in his hands as he speaks. 

“Well, these cameras run on storage rather than film. And the average capacity for one of these models is roughly over a dozen hours, with a maximum capacity of a few days.. Why, you looking to use it all up?” 

As he rambles, a mischievous grin spreads over your flushed face. You look down to where his cock is still proudly standing, and then back up to him. His lips are slick with his spit and your arousal, the sight making you press your thighs together. Your voice is cocky and teasing as you speak to him.