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DARK DESIRES

Last part of kinktober | main masterlist

ghostface!spencer x fem!reader; dubcon, knife play, sensory deprivation, dacryphilia, forced orgasm, rough sex

A twisted encounter with the masked killer roaming in your neighborhood had you questioning your morals because as it turned out, you were more attracted to him than you let on.

words: 6335

a/n: this fic might not be everyone's cup of tea. IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU, DO NOT ENGAGE. Anyway, thank you for the amount of love everyone has sent me through this short series. I appreciate it❤️

(find my ghostface reid edit here and here)

THE FIRST ENCOUNTER you had with the masked killer was at home. You were in your living room, absentmindedly flipping through the channels on the television until the news captured your attention. You watched with a mix of fascination and horror as the unfolding report detailed a series of gruesome murders, each committed by a mysterious figure concealed behind a chilling mask.

"The armed suspect remains at large as law enforcement intensifies efforts for apprehension," the newscaster's voice declared. "Victims have sustained multiple stab wounds, with survivors recounting a chilling detail of a mysterious call from an unknown number before each attack. Citizens are urgently requested to report any suspicious phone activity."

As you sat there engrossed, a sense of dread began to coil around you. The details of the gruesome murders had been haunting enough, but a chilling realization gripped you as the camera panned across the crime scenes. Your eyes widened as the news footage revealed a recognizable building. That was the local library a few blocks away from your house.

A shiver went down your spine, and a cold unease settled in the pit of your stomach, as you realized that one of the victims was the young teenage boy who volunteered at the town's library every weekend. It then dawned on you with chilling clarity—a serial killer was lurking in your neighborhood.

The second time you saw the masked killer, his face was plastered around town. Ghostface. That was what they called him. The once-anonymous menace had transformed into a chilling icon that echoed through hushed conversations and whispered warnings. His mask, a pale and expressionless countenance with hollow eyes, exuded an unsettling aura of anonymity. It was what you saw in every corner; materializing on posters, shop windows, and even billboards.

Beware of Ghostface!

It was ironic. For someone who was murdering people with his bare hands, your community was giving him too much attention. It wasn't until you saw a group of well-dressed people, who clearly weren't from around here, that you realized how serious this situation was.

When the FBI arrived, you knew it was no longer a local matter, but a national concern. There was reassurance in their presence, in the sense that the full force of specialized agents was now focused on apprehending the killer that haunted the streets. But despite their formidable presence, against all expectations, the masked killer continued to pursue more victims.

You couldn't help but wonder every time someone you knew was reported dead—were these people even doing their job right? What were they doing here when they couldn't arrest one person when they came in a full pack?

You never really noticed these agents, although you did sometimes see them lurking around shops and houses to ask questions. You didn't really give them much attention, until that one night when you walked back from work and saw a figure leaning casually against a sleek, black SUV adorned with government markings.

He was standing alone, arms crossed and eyes focused on you as you slowly stepped closer because the only way to your house was to pass this street. He was clad in the quintessential FBI vest over his dress shirt and tie, his sleeves rolled up along his forearms. His height commanded attention, casting a subtle shadow that seemed to stretch into the surrounding darkness.

A cascade of curly, unruly locks framed his face, falling in a chaotic dance that obscured much of his features. But even in the dark, you could tell he was handsome, and the messiness of his hair added a touch of his disheveled charm. Yet, it was his eyes that held you captive. Stark and penetrating. Instead of finding comfort in the presence of an authority, you felt an unsettling chill crawl down your spine as his stare lingered on you.

"You shouldn't walk alone at night with a killer on the loose," he stated abruptly, his voice cutting through the silence.

Caught off guard, you stammered in response, "I, uh, my house is right around the corner."

His eyes, still fixed on you, held an inscrutable intensity. You shuddered. Without thinking much, and fueled by a sudden surge of unease, you briskly left his side.

People say the third time's a charm, that the idea after two unsuccessful attempts or failures, the third attempt is more likely to be successful or fortunate. However, in your case, you didn't know what to make of it when you encountered the masked killer for the third time.

It started with a call.

At first, you didn't bother the unknown number flashing on your phone, especially when a killer was roaming around town with its known trademark of calling his victims before his attack. So you ignored it and continued to prepare your dinner. But then it rang again. Once. Twice. Three times. The fourth time it constantly rang, you realized, that whoever was on the other line wasn't going to stop until you answered.

"Hello?" you nervously greeted.

"Hello there. Took you long enough," the voice on the other line replied. It was soft, distinctly masculine, quite disoriented, yet it carried a mysterious familiarity that you couldn't put your finger on.

"Who is this?" you pressed.

"A person."

You scoffed, a mixture of frustration and disbelief coloring your response. "Charming." With an eye roll, you dismissed the call, attributing it to nothing more than a prank. "Goodbye."

"Wait—no! Don't hang up!" The urgency in the voice pleaded, catching your attention before you could close the connection.

Frowning, you hesitated, the nagging sense that you had heard this voice somewhere before lingering in your mind. "No, really, who is this?"

The voice, now veiled in a playful tone, responded with, "A secret admirer." 

You raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched across your face. "I doubt it," you said, leaning over the kitchen counter. "No one has ever had a crush on me."

"Well, I do."

"Tell me who you are then," you challenged.

"But it won't be a secret anymore."

You paused for a moment, the wheels of curiosity turning in your mind. "You really know me?" 

"Of course, I do."

"Do I know you then?" you asked.

"Maybe," he answered, a playful ambiguity threading his response. "So, you got a boyfriend?"

"Why?" You laughed, the unexpected question breaking the tension. "You wanna ask me out on a date?" 

"Maybe," he responded again, maintaining a hint of mystery. "So do you have a boyfriend?"

"No."

"That's a pity," he sighed, his tone taking on a flirtatious note. "You look too good in that shirt without a man appreciating it."

Your heart quickened at his words. Was he... you looked around your house, your eyes traveling across the many windows adorned in your personal space. A mixture of shock and discomfort settled in as you considered the possibility of being observed.

"W- What did you say?" 

"You look too good in that white shirt," he repeated. "Doesn't leave much to the imagination." 

You looked down at yourself. The shirt he mentioned was actually a tanktop you decided to wear for bed, but you weren't wearing anything else under it, so true to his words, this piece of clothing didn't leave much to the imagination. The hemline hung low on your chest, leaving a perfect view of your cleavage. The cold temperature of the room managed to make your body react, which was why your nipples were pressing hard against the material.

"Hello? Are you still here?" Sensing your silence, the voice on the other line held a sudden edge of urgency. "Wait—don't you hang up on me—"

You quickly ended the call. Feeling a sudden need for privacy, you hastily closed the curtains, shutting out the view from the windows as you clutched your phone in your hand. Your heart raced, and a wave of dread engulfed you. The unsettling possibility that someone might be targeting you, and not just anyone, but the masked killer, cast a chilling shadow over your thoughts.

The phone rang again. You hesitated, a part of you urging against answering, but somehow, almost involuntarily, you found yourself pressing the phone against your ear. The adrenaline of fear seemed to override your rational instincts, forcing you to engage with the source of the unease, even against your better judgment. 

"I told you not to hang up on me," the man greeted you, but his voice lacked the soft, friendly tone it had before. Instead, it had morphed into something more sinister, a deep resonance that reverberated through the air.

"Wh-who is this?" you asked, your voice quivering with a blend of fear and frustration. "What do you want?"

"To volunteer. Let me appreciate how good you look tonight."

You were desperate now. The urgency in his voice propelled you into action. Your feet guided you to the front door, and you locked it securely before quickly running up the stairs. Panic seized you as you checked and secured all the windows, the sense of vulnerability amplifying with each lock turned.

A sudden sound of laughter filled your ear. 

"What you're doing is useless," he taunted, the malicious glee in his voice sending shivers down your spine. Then, with a sinister tone that cut through the air, his next words had you stopping in your tracks.

"I'm already inside."

The air in the house thickened with dread as his words hung ominously. Panic set in, and the once-familiar surroundings now felt like a trap closing in around you. Every creak of the house, every flicker of shadow, became a sign of impending danger.

He was the one to end the call, and you looked down at your front door from the top of your stairs. You calculated how long it would take you to escape your own house as you slowly descended down. But then, the closet door by the front, the small room where you kept your coats and unused items, suddenly opened.

The creak of the door echoed through the silence, and your eyes fixated on the widening gap. Your escape route seemed to diminish and fear paralyzed you. The once-familiar confines of your home now held an intruder, and as you stared at the ominous opening, a figure emerged from the shadows.

Your eyes widened, because right in the flesh was none other than Ghostface, stepping out of your closet with a knife in his hand. The chilling reality gripped you, and time seemed to slow as the masked intruder stood before your eyes. The pale, ghostly visage stared back at you, obscured by the haunting mask that concealed any trace of humanity.

You moved on instinct. You turned on your heels and ran back up the stairs, even when you were aware there was no escape unless you jumped out of your window. But it was a better plan than running right into the arms of a killer, so you picked up your pace, sprinting as fast as you could down the hallway.

But he was fast, unnaturally so, and suddenly you felt a vice-like grip around your waist. His hand urged you with brutal force before slamming your back against the wall. The impact reverberated through your body, and a gasp caught in your throat as the cold surface of the wall pressed against you.

His presence loomed, the masked figure inches from your face. The hollow eyes of Ghostface bore into yours through the chilling mask, and the glint of the knife in his hand reflected the cruel intent that hung in the air.

Panic engulfed you as his other gloved hand circled around your throat. "Pl-Please.." you chocked, struggling against the force he pressed on your neck. "...don't—don’t kill me."

The air felt constricted, and the desperate plea escaped your lips in a struggled gasp. The gloved hand tightened its grip, the leather cool against your skin, as Ghostface's masked visage remained impassive. 

"Kill you?" he asked, an eerie edge in his voice. "That's the last thing I want to do right now."

You desperately placed a hand on his wrist as you let your phone hit the ground.

"Don't move," he warned. But you kept on thrashing around, the primal instinct for survival overriding reason, and he tightened his grip on you. "If you keep struggling, I might have to gut you out like a damn fish."

That made you stop. Satisfied you were listening, he finally let go of your throat. The release brought a gasp of air, and you stumbled back, leaning against the wall. 

"I'm not here to kill you," Ghostface declared, the chilling mask betraying no emotion. "But I do have something else in mind." 

He responded by caressing your face and pinning you against the wall. The cold, gloved hand traced a chilling path across your skin, and you felt the sharp contrast between the mask and the vulnerability of your flesh. He tilted his head as he saw the fear in your eyes, tears welling at the corners.

"Aw, come on, don't look so scared," he murmured, a perverse tenderness in his voice that clashed with the situation. His sharp blade went to your throat, the cold steel sending a shiver down your spine. He forced you to stare into the hollowness of the mask.

"Let me have my fun."

You felt the blade on your skin as he dragged the weapon along your body. He smiled when he noticed you tensing, trying to avoid the sharpness of the blade from grazing your skin. Through tear-filled eyes, you looked up, struggling to catch your breath. Fear still consumed you, a chilling grip on your senses, but alongside it, an unexpected emotion stirred. Curiosity.

As you gazed at the masked killer looming over you, a strange sense of intrigue took place. It was a baffling response, the surreal proximity to the infamous Ghostface left you grappling with a mix of terror and fascination. The sheer scale of his presence seemed to stretch into the shadows, and you couldn't help but wonder—was he actually this tall?

A sudden movement caught your attention as he took a step. He moved underneath the black cloak he wore, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as he slipped a leg between yours. The confined space of the hallway seemed to shrink further as his presence pressed in on you.

And then there was silence. The air hung heavy with anticipation, and you sensed a deliberate slowness in his actions. It was as if he offered you a chance to resist, to push him away. But you didn't move. Instead, you held your breath, the rhythmic pulse of your heart echoing in the quiet.

"You've stopped struggling," he hummed to himself, trailing the knife over your shoulder. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

There wasn't time for you to reply as he hooked the blade under your top and ran it along the fabric, watching it snap under the sharp surface. The cool air hit your skin as you were suddenly exposed to him. Without warning, his other hand moved over your breasts, squeezing them roughly, earning a gasp from you. Your heart pounded with something akin to fear, or perhaps, it oddly felt like… excitement?

"Of course, you are," he muttered, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You could feel the cool touch of his gloved hand over your skin as he brushed his thumb over your sensitive bud. "Knew you were a fucking slut."

What was happening? It was wrong, morally twisted, yet you found a strange sense of anticipation as he continued to touch you. Your body was shaking, not just from fear, but from something else. While your rational side recoiled at what was happening, your body seemed to betray a darker truth.

You hated yourself. You loathed how easily you were giving in. You kept on reciting how wrong this was in your head, but when you felt the blade cut through the fabric of your shorts with ease, you didn't mind as much. Then your breath hitched when he quickly ripped your panties with his knife, and somehow you were now naked with his leg placed between your thighs.

"Would you look at that?" He taunted, his leathered hand moving over your curves. "You're dripping."

You let out a small, shaky sigh as he dragged his fingers up your thigh, stopping just before his fingers brushed over your heat. The touch was so faint it shouldn't have even had that much of an effect on you, but it did. It fucking did.

This was so unlike you, you weren't the kind of person to let someone you barely knew touch you. You even disliked the idea of a one-night stand. Yet here you were, legs wide open as you let a murderer touch you, and the messed up thing was, you wanted more.

He began carefully moving his middle and forefinger in a gentle circular motion, rubbing your clit teasingly as if to test your reaction. You bit your bottom lip, stopping yourself from moaning aloud, your eyes fluttering closed as he played with your clit skillfully.

He was far too good at this, you found yourself thinking. Your body jerked as he increased his pace and you knew he had a goal in mind—to make you fall apart. The fast pace of his fingers had your brows furrowing as you chewed your bottom lip, desperate to keep quiet despite the way your hips bucked and rolled against his hand. He let out a chilling laughter.

"Stop acting like you don't want this," he said, increasing his pressure on your clit. Your eyes screwed shut, and you focused on that touch alone, the leather sliding over your wet skin. "Let me hear your pathetic voice."

You shook your head furiously.

"No?" He mocked. "You wanna bet how fast I can make you scream?"

His fingers moved from your clit, dragging down your slit and collecting your juices, briefly stroking you, earning a muffled cry out of you. Your chest began to heave, your hips unconsciously bucking against his hand as he worked over you casually. He laughed again.

"I'm going to make you scream so loud your neighbors will know how much of a slut you are."

And then he pressed the edge of the blade on your throat at the same time he plunged two fingers inside you. Your eyes rolled back as your mouth fell open and a loud squeal left your lips, the sound distorted by the vibrations surging through your body. He hummed in satisfaction at how fast it was to earn that moan from your lips, and surprisingly, he loved the sound you made.

It didn't take long for him to force more sounds out of your pretty mouth. You felt the coolness of the wall behind your back, the pads of your fingers brushing over the concrete in a pathetic attempt to get a hold of something, anything that could keep you steady while his fingers kept pumping in and out of your throbbing cunt with a wet, squelching sound.

Adrenaline surged through your veins, saturating every cell of your trembling body. The electrifying rush heightened your senses, amplifying the surreal nature of the pleasure. You wriggled your hips under the pressure of his body that was keeping you pinned against the wall, feeling so fucking embarrassed by the wetness dripping out of you.

"Fucking filthy, letting a murderer touch you." He then dragged his fingers out of you and started to rub your clit in tight, rapid circles. You practically cried out and quickly bit your lower lip to subside another embarrassing moan. "You know how many people I've killed with this hand? The same hand touching your sweet little pussy?"

Your thighs tightened around his hand, trying desperately to push him away. He responded by sinking three of his fingers inside you and groaned at the way you were clenching around him. "Look at you taking my fingers so well."

The leather slightly burned your skin, and somehow, it only heightened your pleasure. The heel of his palm pressed against your clit hard as he continued to curl his fingers. You gasped as your eyes fluttered open, looking up at him while his fingers pushed deeper into you, touching a spot you had never been aware of. The sensation brought an unusual feeling to your senses. You looked at him in confusion, your eyes widening.

"Pl- Please, stop," you begged out of fear of the unknown. The tickling in your abdomen was becoming almost unbearable, and you clasped your thighs together and involuntarily bent your knees a little in an attempt to make his fingers slip out of your wet cunt.

With a feral growl, he suddenly threw the knife on the floor before wrapping his hand around your throat, pinning your head against the wall.

"Take it," he hissed and tightened his grip, making you jolt forward. You helplessly part your legs and whimpered as his palm brushed over your clit with every thrust, his hard cock rubbing against your thigh as he held you in place. "Fucking take it."

The sensation was overwhelming to the point tears began to trickle down your face, and you tried to desperately blink them away as they hindered your vision.

"Oh, you're crying now?" He cooed, still rocking his fingers violently inside you. "Pathetic."

Before you knew it, your hips were bucking, distraught cries escaping you. Your body shuddered as if it were under his control, forcing out your orgasm like it was effortless as his fingers curled inside you, continuing to stimulate you even after you begged him to stop.

It wasn't long before he was bringing you back up again. His pace turned into a more intense speed that, to your surprise, the familiar contracting of your pulsing walls was followed by the splurge of weird liquid coming out of you. Your mouth fell open as you writhed against him, your sensitive cunt almost numb to the sensation as he pressed you for more.

You were so numb you could no longer feel his fingers buried deep inside your convulsing walls, squeezing around his digits as you shook in the tremors of your release. When you looked at him in shock, cheeks burning crimson and chest rising and falling heavily, a pretentious laugh left him. With a vulgar squelching sound, he slipped his fingers out of your pussy.

"Squirting like a pathetic slut,” he spat, his other hand still wrapped around your neck. "Told you I'd make you scream."

Your body turned pliant as you gave in and sank against the wall. You watched him lean down through your half-lidded eyes as you tried to ground yourself, his movements deliberate and swift, grabbing your wrecked shirt from the floor. You watched in confusion as he pressed the flimsy material together before firmly shoving it over your eyes.

Panic surged through you as the sudden darkness enveloped our vision. Although you couldn't see him, you heard him very well. His muffled breathing behind the mask, the soft rustle of fabric as he adjusted the material at the back of your head. Your other senses were heightened when you were robbed of your vision that you could even smell him.

The sharp scent of sweat and a faint hint of earthiness clung to him, as though remnants of the ground followed his presence. Yet, amidst the rawness, there was a surprising note of sweetness, as if a subtle cologne lingered beneath the surface.

God, he was so close. His chest was now pressed against yours, and then suddenly, almost forcefully, you felt warm hands grip your jaw. Your mouth fell open.

He took off his gloves.

Goosebumps rose on your skin when a sudden breeze of air brushed across your face and you gasped. You could barely think clearly, and you could barely even brace yourself when harsh lips captured your mouth desperately. You couldn't believe what was happening, because holy fuck—you were kissing Ghostface.

There was nothing remotely gentle about the way he kissed you. A deep shuddering groan rippled through him as he continued to assault your lips. You were too stunned at the way he pushed his tongue inside your mouth, tasting you in a way that had your body trembling at the sheer force of intensity traveling through your veins.

And when you finally felt his bare fingers grazing along your drenched core, going up and down your swollen folds, he captured the moan falling through your lips with a groan.

"So fucking filthy," he whispered against your lips as he continued to tease you. His voice, once muffled, was now very clear. The tones were distinct, carrying an inexplicable familiarity that tugged at the edges of your memory. But before you could even try to recall where you had heard it before, he surprised you by increasing the speed of his fingers.

"You want more of this, don't you?"

You shook your head, but your body was saying otherwise. Your hand gripped his arm as he started to play with your clit again, and your knees buckled pathetically. His other hand fell on your waist to steady you while he pressed a kiss on the hollow point of your throat, traveling further up the skin till his teeth nibbled on your ear lobe.

He then grabbed onto one of your legs and hiked it around his waist as he pushed his hips into you. You could feel the outline of his hard cock behind the cloak he was wearing and you let out a whimper when he started rolling his hips.

"Is this what you want?" He rasped out at the shell of your ear. You felt strong hands grip your wrists before he pushed them above your head, pining you against the wall. "You want me to fill you up with my cock?"

You shook your head again, attempting to anchor yourself. The struggle was evident in the tension of your muscles, each fiber resisting the pull toward surrender. You should push him. You should cry for help. Yet here you were questioning your sanity as you slowly, almost desperately, grind your hips along with his, yearning for more friction.

"Dirty, dirty slut," he muttered against your lips before kissing you once again, swallowing your whimpers as his hips snapped into you. "I bet you feel so tight around me."

Desire roared fire in your veins, and you whined. He leaned over and captured one of your nipples in his wet, warm mouth, and you moaned again before he let out a satisfied hum. You could practically feel the smirk curling on his lips as he taunted, "You react so well. I might have to keep you."

Goosebumps rose along your skin. Then in a swift and forceful motion, he yanked you, abruptly pushing you to the ground. The impact was sudden and jarring, leaving you landing on your knees.

As you tried to make sense of what was happening, a hand pushed against your back, and you toppled forward, landing on the ground face-first, finding yourself on your hands and knees. A sharp smack hit your bare ass from behind and you jolted in surprise.

"Spread them wide for me," He murmured, gaze skipping over your nakedness. He marveled at the sight before him, the way you shamelessly arched your back at his command. Yet when he noticed you hesitating, he dropped his voice in a lower, sinister tone.

"Don't make me use my knife."

You quickly did as you were told, your hands traveling behind you, spreading your sticky thighs in a languorous stretch, and you shuddered under the weight of his eyes. You whined at the feeling of the cold air hitting your exposed skin and a trickle of your arousal ran down your thigh, much to your utter embarrassment. "Look how pretty you are."

Heat blossomed in your chest. Then the sound of a belt being undone had you whimpering, and you moved instinctively, arching your back even further. One of his hands landed on your ass again with a sharp smack before he gripped a firm handful of it. You could hear more rustling and a slight soft thud behind you. The lack of vision made you overly sensitive and you found yourself waiting with bated breath for his every move.

With a sharp tug, he pulled you back by your hips before one of his hands landed on the back of your neck. You felt him push down hard and you obliged, lowering your face and upper body to the floor as his other hand remained holding your hips up in the air. And then you felt him—pulsing warm right at your entrance.

A pitiful groan escaped your lips as the tip of his cock swiped back and forth along your folds. He moaned out a deep, pleasure-filled noise that reverberated around the small space at the feel of your arousal coating him. And then suddenly, without warning, he abruptly plunged inside of you. He thrust straight into that spot deep inside that stung so good a sharp cry slipped out of you. It was painful, his sheer force of girth stretching you apart, though that cry quickly became a low moan of pleasure.

The man behind you showed no mercy, thrusting his hips into you with force and purpose, so hard you felt your body inching across the hardwood floor with each stroke. Your mouth fell open when one of his hands released your neck before you felt him grabbing a fistful of your hair, just at the base of your skull, and sharply pulling. A high-pitched, breathy noise of pleasure tore out of you and he repeated the gesture, the tug on your hair even rougher.

He held himself there as he used the grip on your hair to haul you backward to him. Your back was arched, his cock still buried deep inside of you as you fell back into his chest. For a few moments, it was almost uncomfortable, but then, surprisingly, you felt even more aroused than you already were.

You pushed your ass even higher, arching your body in search of more of that delicious sensation. It felt like electricity shocked your entire body, triggering intense waves of pleasure that repeatedly spread wildly from your core as you focused on the pleasure building between your legs, the burning sensation filling you to the brim.

It was maddening. Frustrating, even. Because you didn't even care anymore, you didn't even care if you exposed for him, you didn't even care if your knees ached from the hard friction of the floor because any shreds of sanity and pride had long since been destroyed. You wanted more. You needed more. 

It was so twisted. You longed to be broken by him. You longed to be ruined by him.

You had never imagined being in this position, kneeling on the floor with a murderer thrusting himself into you, yet here you were, whimpering at the sensation of doing the forbidden. Your mind turned delirious he released the hold on your hair, his hand snaking around your front to grip your throat.

You continued to meet his savage thrusts with your hips, slamming into you as your wail turned into a ragged scream. The sensation, though pleasurable, became too intense to handle. You attempted to move away from him, stealing his breath as your inner walls clenched around his cock. His firm hand gripped your hips tighter, preventing you from pulling away as he held you in position, thrusting his cock into your throbbing pussy.

A helpless sound trickled from your throat as your body jerked, and he mercilessly fucked you through it. Everything was so intense your mind was struggling to comprehend what was happening as he pounded into you roughly. You tried to breathe through the incredible pleasure surging through your body but you were too overwhelmed. "T-Too much."

"T-Too much," he mocked. A sinister laugh sliced through the darkness, sending shivers down your spine. "Fucking. Take. It."

His words were punctuated with every snap of his hips. The insistent thrust made you thrash your head as your body convulsed, dragging it out and heightening it to a point where you could only wail. Your breath came in harsh pants; his breathing was as rough as he urged you on, and you gave yourself over to the wildfire consuming your body. You whimpered, head rolling back onto his shoulder.

"That's it, taking me so perfectly," his voice, now a sinister whisper, slithered into your ears. "Knew you were special the moment I saw you."

A gasp escaped you, the weight of his words settling with an unsettling realization. Amidst the darkness, you felt the contours of his laughter.

"Don't act so surprised. I'm your secret admirer, remember?" You felt his hand leave your hips before it trailed toward your front. You knew what he was about to do and you clenched him involuntarily, already anticipating what was to come. 

"Fuck," He hissed. "You feel so tight around me. I really do have to keep you now."

The coil inside you was dangerously close to snapping and he growled as your cunt clenched around his cock.

"Oh, you liked that. You like the idea of me using you? Fuck you whenever I want?" He questioned, his fingers moving to your clit as he pressed messy circles against the sensitive nub, twisting it beneath his calloused pad. You bit down on your lower lip, feeling the coil in your abdomen tightening at his sharp movements, your hands moving to his wrist as you tried to ground yourself.

You gasped when you felt him tightening the grip on your throat, the skin tingling as he repeated the motion. "Filthy little thing, aren't you?"

"I-I—" You spluttered, feeling your legs going numb. You squealed when you felt him pick up his pace on your clit, rubbing messy circles against it as your back slumped against him, mouth parting, your tongue slipping out between your lips.

It was too much. You felt like you were about to explode. Your mind went blank. Your body felt numb. There was nothing else you could do but to give into the force of pleasure consuming you as he fucked you roughly, his hips hitting you in harsh motions.

"You gonna cum now?" He grunted, pressing his mouth at the shell of your ear. You helplessly nodded, not able to make out any coherent words anymore. He groaned between thrusts, keeping a firm grip on your ass to keep you from squirming. "Go on then, cum on my cock like the filthy whore that you are."

As if on command, your body spasmed involuntarily. It started with a prickling of your skin creeping up your body, over your breasts and face, inner walls tightening around his cock, and you came hard. You squirmed uncontrollably as all that pent-up pleasure welled up in your core. Your heart was pounding erratically against your heaving chest you could even hear the pounding in your ears.

Your mind was in a drunken haze as the pleasure continued to flow through your veins, his fingertips languidly brushed against your clit. But despite the desperate spasms of your pussy, he continued to penetrate your body. Every thrust hit more intensely than the last, wetness flooded from you as reality slipped away, and all you could do was burn, vocally urging him on as he moaned darkly behind you.

You were very far from sanity from everything consuming your body. You felt him everywhere. His grinding cock, the press of his fingers as they moved to toy with your clit, and his blunt nails cut around your throat. Your cunt continued to possessively grip his cock as you wailed breathlessly.

Heat traveled through you, body quivering and going boneless, the warm ripples of release dulling the sharp edges of your mind as he drove into you and finally chased his own high. The filthy feel of him emptying inside you, your shimmering release, and his hands decorating your skin with fingerprint bruises, was all you could focus on.

Until the distinct sound of sirens echoed in the background.

Your mind went hazy as you tried to anchor yourself and you heard him chuckle in amusement. "I guess you really woke your neighbors up," he said, letting go of his grip around your throat. You let out a breathless sigh when you felt him slipping out of you, surprisingly feeling empty.

He groaned as his eyes traveled down, watching the way his release dripped out from your convulsing pussy, traveling down the length of your thighs. “It’s a pity I have to cut this short.” Then you felt his lips near your ear. “Until next time."

"W- What?" Your head snapped up, disoriented in the darkness, as you tried to discern his voice. "You'll come back?"

"I'll be here when you least expect it." Then the unexpected happened. He surprised you with a gentle kiss on your shoulder, a stark contrast from everything that had taken place. The contradiction sent shudders through you as you felt his grip on your hips tightening. "Keep your doors unlocked for me."

A sudden emptiness enveloped you as he withdrew from your personal space. Your mind, still reeling from the inexplicable events, struggled to make sense of what happened. And now the realization that he wasn't behind you anymore prompted your hands to instinctively reach for the makeshift blindfold, swiftly slipping it off your face.

Blinking in the sudden light, your eyes adjusted to the surroundings. Your eyes caught his figure standing tall at the top of your staircase, back turned, a fleeting glimpse of brown curls disappearing beneath the mask he hastily put back on. 

Abruptly, he turned to you, the hollow visage of Ghostface now fixed in your direction. The tilt of his head sent a shiver down your spine as he looked at you for another fleeting second, as if he was giving you a silent promise as the faint sound of sirens continued from the distance. You stared back at him, heart thrumming in your chest.

And then he was gone.

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sucking and fucking bigdick!Luke

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pairings: aaron hothcner x oc x spencer reid

summary: in which jason gideon's daughter joins the bau as the newest, youngest member

warnings: 18 + mdni, lots of smut, age gap (oc is 24), why choose reverse harem

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I’ll write any kink as long as it isn’t too dark. For example, rape non-con. Warning, if I don’t know the kink ill do my best to look it up and go based off of that!

I write for mostly Spencer Reid but I also will write for all of the C.M cast and for all of the NCIS members!

I can write for all genders but just know I usually write for afab (assigned female at birth) because I am female and can describe it better.

what are your favorite sub!spencer head-cannons?

OH MY GODD DONT PLAY WITH ME RNNNN 🤭🤭.

• He WHINES, yeah, whines. It just feels so good he has to whine so loudly.

• He’ll do literally anything to pleasure his partner, all he wants is to make them feel good.

• He likes to be bottom ( which is normally what he does when they.. ) and watch how his cock just disappears into them as they bounce and grind !!

• He cries as he orgasms. Maybe even sob, big tears flowing down his pretty face as the pleasure gets too much to handle and he can’t do anything except cry and hold on for dear life.

• I don’t know if this a head-cannon but kneeling at his partners feet and looking up at them with his big doe eyes because he’s being needy and impatient.

• After him and his partner do whatever, he always needs to be held. After-care is the most important part and probably likes it better than sex/foreplay in itself.

omg i love you already, how about giving sub early seasons spence his first bj but having a tongue piercing and he’s just losing it🤭

Honey, I’ll guide you.

afab!reader x earlyseason!spencer

18+ !! Smut, blow job, hand job, oral m receiving, and fluffy aftercare.

I listened to this song while making this so if you think another song would fit better let me know!

“Y/N..” Spencer whines in frustration as I ignore his throbbing cock that is dripping with pre-cum, the tip an angry red.

“Shh,” I coo as my fingers glide over his thighs, feeling the tremble and the muscles clench from being touched starved. “Im letting your body know that it’s okay, you’re a doctor, you know that.” I add and gently pull down his pants all the way to his ankles, watching as he kicks them away.

I sink down to my knees, watching his eyes widen and his lips part in surprise, curiosity and caution.

“W-What are y-y-you doing?” He mumbles, his face the same shade the tip of his cock is.

“Im gonna put my mouth on you, is that okay?” I ask, my hands separating his knees and I scoot closer; my face hovering over the tip of his cock and my hands resting on his thighs.

He nods eagerly and bites his bottom lip in anticipation.

I dart my tongue out and lick the underside of his throbbing cock, my ( healed ) tongue piercing makes him jump from the coldness of the metal.

“Oh my god,” He whines, pressing the back his head into the couch cushion and rolling his hips as he grips the couch. I can tell he’s still holding back. I lean back and put my hands on my thighs, causing him to whine in protest and peer down at me.

“Baby, you can touch me. Its okay. Understand?” I say, he nods frantically. “Words, honey.” I demand.

“Yes, yes! I understand. Please, please..” He whines, bucking and rolling his hips trying to seek pleasure.

I lean forward, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock and put my lips around the tip of his cock, smearing the pre-cum that was now mixed with saliva. I let my piercing glide over the slit of his tip and he involuntarily bucks his hips, “Shit!” He whimpers and puts his hands on my head, silently telling me he needed more. I lower my head until I moan and gag and start to lift my head up and down.

“Y/N!! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” He whimpers and whines, already so close as his hips buck and roll. We’d definitely be getting noise complaints from the neighbors.

“Y/N wait!- wait stop! Im gonna-..” I moan as my free hand fondle his balls, my tongue piercing circling the slit on his tip. My hand that was on the base of his cock stroking what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. The next thing I knew ropes of cum shooting down my throat, “Y/N, oh my god, im sorry, im sorry-.. I didn’t-.. I didn’t mean to it just happe-“

I pop off his softening cock with a pop, swallowing every drop and wipe the side of my mouth. “Baby, shh, its okay.” I say, standing up and walking over to his bedroom and I hear him mumble, “Y/N?”

I grab a new pair of pajama pants and one of Spencer’s shorts. I walk back over to him and hand him the pants. He stands and as he puts them on I strip and put his shirt on.

“Oh.” He whispers, his eyes scanning me over and blush covers his cheeks and neck.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, laying down on the couch on my back, opening my arms for him. He is quick to lay on-top of me, resting his head in the crook of my neck and arms around my waist.

“Nothing, just-.. thank you.” He whispers, closing his eyes and sighing.

“You’re welcome, honey.” I whisper back and press a kiss to his temple, letting my fingers scratch at his scalp. 

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Shh, shh, it’s alright.

Fem!reader x sub!spencer reid

18+ !! Smut, tying up/bondage, mentions of edging, overstimulation, tears, breeding?, praise and pet names.

“Color?” I ask as I tie the final knot that was on his ankle. He had a total of 4 knots on him; one on both of his wrists and one on both of his ankles, bounding him to the bed.

“Green- green, please..” He rasped out, tears already filling his brown eyes. His cock was standing tall; the tip an angry red from the edging I’ve been doing for the past hour beforehand.

“Please.. what?” I tease, walking over to him and leaning down; my face inches from his.

“Please.. I-I-I need you, please.. ‘m such a good boy, please..” He cries, pulling at the restrains.

“Only because you asked nicely..” I coo and climb into the bed, swinging my leg over his waist and straddle him. I stroke his cock for a couple seconds and he groans and whines, then I sit up and line him up with my entrance.

“Please!” He cries again, I chuckle, slowly sinking down on him causing a strangled moan to fall past his red plumped lips.

“You fill me up so nicely, don’t you think Spencer?” I hum, slowly circling my hips and painfully moving up and down on him.

He’s already a whimpering and crying mess, whispering, “Thank you- yes, oh my, ah, fuck, so tight-, warm, hphm-“

“Sh sh, I know sweet boy. Let me take care of you, hm?”

“Yes, yes-.. please, please, please!” He rasped out as I started picking up speed, pulling at all of his restraints as he gets closer and closer to the edge of pure bliss. I was surprised he’s already lasted this long since I had edged him for an hour before this even started. Tears run down his pretty red cheeks and onto the pillow below him.

“You gonna cum?” He nods frantically, “Fill me up, Spencer. Fill me with your cum. Make me a mommy, hm?”

My words bring him to the edge as his lips part in a silent moan and his back arches, so many tears streaming down his eyes as his body writhes and squirms.

His eyes snap open and look up at me with basically horror as I don’t stop even after he’s come and starts to writhe on the bed from overstimulation, “N-No more! I-I c-can’t!” He sobs, tears streaming down his face.

“Color?” I ask, slowing down a tad but not stopping.

“G-Green.. green..!” He whimpers.

“Good boy, doing so well, you can do one more for me can’t you?” I say, smiling. He nods frantically, already feeling another orgasm enlighten in his tummy embarrassingly fast.

I resume my past rhythm, leaning down and pressing kisses to his tears, he whimpers. “‘M you’re good boy..?”

“You’re my good boy, my bestest boy, doing so well for me, always do so well,” I coo.

He writhes on the bed and pulls at the restraint even harder now, mentally reminding myself to apply extra care to his ankles and wrist after this.

“Cum for me baby, fill me up, make me feel so full pretty boy, my sweet boy.”

He pulls his restraints like he’s being possessed, face scrunched up in pure bliss and tears run down his face as he lets out a—borderline—pornographic scream like moan and his limbs twisting as more hot seed spills into me that I don’t think are going to leave. I slow to a stop and get off, standing on shaky legs as I undo all of the restraints.

He’s just laying there with a small content smile on his face, staring at the ceiling. “I have to use the bathroom I’ll be right back, sweet boy.” He hums.

After quickly using the bathroom and cleaning myself up, I walk back into the bedroom and clean him up, applying cream to all of the red and blistering marks from the restraints. I climb into bed and he immediately clings to me, “T-thank you.. so nice.. so good..” he murmurs lazily, burying his face into the crook of my neck and blabbing nonsense.

I’ve known Spencer for years and know he always has a sentence planned out in his head before he ever says it, so now, him just blabbering nonsense makes me giggle and hold him closer.

“Sleep, sweet boy, I’ll be right here.” I coo in slight amusement and place a kiss to his temple.

He obviously doesn’t have to be told twice as he’s out like a light, so much for insomnia.

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Body Language, Pt. 1

Part 2:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/645851107666591744/body-language-pt-2

Part 3:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/645923305711370240/body-language-pt-3

You jogged up the stairs, sneakers hitting the old, carpeted apartment building steps harder than normal. You reached your floor, stuffed your hand in your go-bag and fumbled for your keys. As you pulled them out, you jammed the only silver one into the lock and twisted, throwing the door open angrily. It had been a BAD day. You worked at the BAU, in Quantico, VA. You had been working a case today that heavily involved BDSM play. It was full of jokes from Derek and flirting from Penelope. They weren’t the issue, though. 

It was your boyfriend, Spencer Reid. Every time dominance and submission was brought up, he glanced your way, his body turning slightly towards you. You would catch him staring at your body, biting his pretty pink lip until a visible dent appeared. No doubt what his eidetic memory and vivid imagination were up to trouble. 

How could he let his body language run away from him like that? We’re surrounded by profilers, for god’s sake. I know Emily and JJ noticed, it’s hard to keep anything like this from them. At least that’s how Spencer was acting. He left the BAU at the normal clock-out time, but I stayed to do some extra file work for the case we had finished. It was a clean shot from Rossi, but the Unsub did die, so there was bound to be more paperwork to complete. You saw Spencer’s eyes catch yours on his way out. You just glared, and saw his eyebrows draw together in slight fear. He’s a genius... he’ll figure out what he’d done.

As I closed my last file, I looked up to see Hotch exiting his office and walking towards the clear doors towards the elevator. I placed the file in the plastic holder in the corner of my desk, then gathered up my go-bag and coat to follow my superior. I jogged towards the elevator, which he held for me before it closed at the last second. 

“Hey,” I said, worn-out and irritated. I did my best to keep my tone neutral and polite, as he was my superior. Not to mention he was someone I respected as a person. I knew he could tell something was wrong, though. He frowned slightly, lips pursing together. 

“Everything okay?” He asked, fully knowing that something was up.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Just a stressful day, boss,” I said, trying to add a chuckle at the end. I hadn’t convinced him, but it didn’t seem like he was going to press any further. 

“Okay. Just tell me if there’s anything you need.” 

I nodded.

“Thanks, Hotch,” I said, genuinely grateful to the man standing beside me. He nodded towards me, and I returned it. He exited the elevator first. I followed, walking to my car in the underground parking lot. The drive home only 20 minutes, but seemed like forever. I had been thinking about Spencer’s obvious behavior all the way to our shared apartment, and was seething by the time I got out.

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I tossed my keys on the stand next to the door, and set my bag down on the end of the couch. 

Where is he?

I quickly looked around the room, a kitchen off to the side, and a living room connected to it. It wasn’t a huge apartment, but it worked for us. I noticed soft noises coming from down the small hall where our bedroom and bathroom were located. I growled under my breath and made my way down the hallway. The noises became louder as I approached the closed bedroom. Discernable moans came from behind the door.

I knocked roughly and flung it open.

The sight I was met with filled me to the brim with even more anger. Spencer was sprawled out on the bed, his hair mussed and his clothes on the floor. His hand shot up from his dick, and he pulled himself up to the headboard of the bed. 

“(Y-Y/n), l-let me explain,” he rushed, eyes wide, voice high and squeaky. I simply stared at him, letting the fear turn over in his mind. I knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it much longer. Seeing the sweat on his forehead leading down to his terrified eyes made me want to tie him up and ruin him right that second. But he would have to wait. 

Torturing him was the best part.

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Ahhh this is just the first part, I’ll finish it soon. t/y!

Update-

I’ve finished all three parts. My first actual thing on here, tysm for reading! I only started it in 2nd person POV, the rest of it it 1st person POV

Body Language, Pt. 2

Part 1:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/642653179122794496/body-language-pt-1

Part 3:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/645923305711370240/body-language-pt-3

“(Y-Y/n), l-let me explain,” he rushed, eyes wide, voice high and squeaky. I simply stared at him, letting the fear turn over in his mind. I knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it much longer. Seeing the sweat on his forehead leading down to his terrified eyes made me want to tie him up and ruin him right that second. But he would have to wait.

Torturing him was the best part.

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Turning to close the bedroom door, I stayed silent. I only did this when I was furious, and he knew it. Still facing the wood, I brought my hand up and slammed it against the doorframe. I heard Spencer whimper behind me. 

“Spencer Reid?” I asked.

“Yes (Y-Y/n)?” he said almost too quietly for me to hear.

“Did I give you permission to call me by my name?,” I growled, my voice raising slightly.

“No Ma’am!” he squeaked loudly. I whirled to face him. 

“When,” I annunciated the first syllable of my sentence with a step towards him, “Did I ever give you permission to touch yourself while I’m not here?” His jaw tensed as he realized how much trouble he was in. “And do you have any idea how fucking obvious you were today? Looking at me and biting your lip in the goddamn conference room in front of everyone,” I scoffed. As of now, I was standing next to the bed, looking down at him with a hard stare. He clutched the sheets closer, which made me cock my eyebrow. “So you practically spoke about wanting me to fuck you with your body language today, but you think you get to hide your gorgeous body from me when I get home?” I questioned. His eyes widened and he shook his head vigorously.

 I watched as he slowly crawled towards me on all fours, sitting on his knees and putting his hands behind his back as he reached the side of the bed I was on. I lifted his chin with my finger, to which he refused. Then I grabbed his chin forcefully and yanked it closer to my face. I leaned in so my lips were right beside his ear. “I’m going to tie you up and ruin you,” I whispered, causing Spencer’s whole body to shudder. 

I let go of his chin, and turned around to the dresser where our assortment of all different colors, textures, and sizes of toys and ropes were kept. Picking out a few things, I lifted them out and placed them on the end of the bed. I glanced at Reid, watching him eye the items with nervousness. 

I crossed over to him and laced my fingers into his long hair, pulling him to meet my lips in passionate kiss. At first he was hesitant, confused as to why I was kissing him instead of punishing him.

Oh, we were just getting started.

Body Language, Pt. 3

Part 1:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/642653179122794496/body-language-pt-1

Part 2:

   https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/645851107666591744/body-language-pt-2

I crossed over to him and laced my fingers into his long hair, pulling him to meet my lips in passionate kiss. At first he was hesitant, confused as to why I was kissing him instead of punishing him.

Oh, we were just getting started.

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Spencer tugged against the ropes that tied his wrists together and to the bed. I had also bound his legs to the bottom of the bedframe, but unlike his arms, they were spread wide. I chuckled at his weak attempt at a struggle. Blowing out the match in front of candle I had just lit on the dresser, I turned to him.

I had taken off everything but my bra and underwear, which were both black and lacy.

“Really, Doctor?” I said, knowing he loved the use of the honorific, especially in the bedroom., “Now you’re trying to get out of this punishment? I don’t think so,” I drawled. He let his head hit the pillows, huffing in frustration. I stepped towards him, asking him the most important question before I began to touch him. “Safe word?”

“G-gravity,” he breathed.

“Good boy,” I said as I ran a finger from his collarbone continually down his torso, causing him to whimper softly.  My finger stopped at his hips, “You were so transparent today, Doctor. I bet half of the team knows we’re having sex now,” I cooed as gripping his pale skin with my hands. I climbed on the bed, straddling his stomach with my thighs. “Is that what you wanted, boy? Showing the whole team how submissive you really are? How I can make eye contact with you and already have you begging at my feet?” I teased, rocking back and forth slightly. He shuddered and began to say something, but stopped short when his eyes met mine. “What was that, pretty boy?” I asked, leaning closer to his face. He shook his head, looking regretful already. “Answer me,” I said sternly.

“How do they know that I-I’m not the dominant?” He said quietly, but with a hint of annoyance. 

Any mercy that I had was immediately gone. I yanked his head back by his hair and he moaned loudly, “Really, boy? Now you’re going to talk back to me?” I snarled, “How they know that I’m the dominant is because they can read your body language better than you know how to control it,” I seethed. “How you always have your head down, hands behind your back when someone is yelling, how you look up from under your eyelashes when you’re shy?” I began, nipping at his neck to prove each point. “How about when you called me ‘Miss’ on our last case, and couldn’t make eye contact with anyone after you realized what you might have given away? That’s how they know you aren’t in control here, Pet,” I hissed, sucking at his neck harshly while he whimpered underneath me. I slid down his body, until I was settled comfortably between his legs. The tip of my finger traced spirals from his hipbones all the way to his base. I suddenly gripped him in my hand, hearing a yelp from above me.

“P-please!” he said in desperate voice.

“I know you can do better than that, slut,” I said, slapping his thigh, “Come on, pretty boy, you can do better.”

“Mistress please touch me, I can be good, please,  please,” he begged.

“How pathetic,” I started, “But then again, I do love it when you beg.” I took him in my hand, slowly pumping as he hissed and moaned. “Do you like this, baby?” I asked, nipping at his thighs. 

“Ah- yes!” he cried. He began to tremble as my hand moved faster and faster. His whimper as I pulled my hand away abruptly made me smirk. 

“Oh, you didn’t think you would get to come, did you?” I laughed, “This is a punishment, boy, not a reward.” I reached over to the corner of the mattress, picking up a cock ring and slipping it on him. He groaned. I picked up a small remote, and pressed a button. Spencer cried out as the ring vibrated. “Aw baby, it’s so easy to get you desperate,” I whispered, moving up to his chest, “Only a hand-job and a vibrating ring and you’re already crying for more?” I said, licking over the purple marks on his neck, causing him to cry out another time. “Oh pretty boy, we haven’t even gotten to the best part,” I said sultrily, sliding off of him and the bed as I grabbed the black, still-lit candle, a leather riding crop, and a thick tie from his drawer. I put the candle and crop down beside the bed, while I tied the tie around his eyes as a blindfold. “Is this okay, pretty boy?” I asked, I saw him nod, “And what’s your safe word again?”

“Gravity,” he breathed. 

“We haven’t done a lot of temperature play, so you have to use your safe word if you get uncomfortable at any time, do you understand me?” I said, a little sternly so as to get my point across. I knew if I didn’t remind him of it, he wouldn’t say anything unless he was on the verge of a panic attack. 

“Y-yes Ma’am,” he said, trying to stifle a moan at the vibrations that continued to radiate through his cock. 

“Good boy,” I said, causing his lips to twitch into a smile. I picked up the riding crop, and began tracing it all over his soft, exposed skin. I heard him breathing lightly in anticipation. His face looked confused when I brought it away from his body, but moaned loudly when it smacked his inner thigh. I repeated this a few more times, watching him begin to wriggle his body in excited nervousness. 

I dipped a finger in the wax, and touched it to his neck. He whimpered, causing me to stop.

“Please k-keep going,” he breathed. I was glad it wasn’t a sound of distress. It gave me pleasure to give him pleasure. I held the candle above his chest, tipping it very slightly to the side, so the wax would drip out and onto him. He moaned in a high pitch as the wax hit his body, and kept on making obscene noises as I moved the black candle lower and lower. “Ngh- fuck!” he moaned loudly as the wax reached his lower pelvic area, right above where I had begun to tease him.

I tilted it back upright and crossed back to place it again on the dresser, making him whine at the loss of the pleasantly painful heat. 

Yet again, I crouched between his legs on the bed.

“You’ve been sooo good, Spencer,” I said, tracing one finger over his tip. He bit his lip to keep from crying out again. 

I grabbed the cock ring and slipped it off quickly, immediately replacing it with my mouth. He let out a strangled whine as I bobbed my head at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“Ma-am, I- fuck, ah, fuck!” he cried, throwing his head back again. I hummed, letting the vibrations go through his cock.

I paused, “You have to use your words, Pet,” I whispered, “Tell me what you want me to do...” I trailed off lowly.

“Faster!” he yelped. I slapped his thigh, hard.

“Manners,” I growled

“Mistress please go faster! Please, I need to-” I smirked and cut him off mid-sentence by slipping my lips back around is hard cock, swirling my tongue around and gripping his thighs hard enough to leave bruises.

“Agh- p-please! I-” he cried out. I bobbed my head faster and faster, moaning into him, the vibrations from my mouth bringing him closer to the edge.

He started shaking, and I could tell what was about to happen.

“I-I’m going to-ah! I’m- ngghhh-”

I quickly lifted myself up is body and ripped the tie from his face.

“Look me in the eyes when you come,” I commanded. He blushed and threw his head back momentarily. As he reached his climax, I dragged my nails down his thighs and locked eyes with him as he sobbed and came in my mouth. I swallowed most of it, hating the taste as always. But he liked watching me swallow, and he had earned it. I quickly turned and released his legs from the restraints.

Spencer’s body collapsed against the sheets, legs trembling and panting heavily, trying to catch his breath. I climbed up his limp body one last time, resting my palms against the sides of his face and kissing him passionately. 

I pulled away, “I love you, Spencer,” I whispered, pressing my lips back to his, softly this time. I reached up and untied his wrists as well. He hummed into the kiss, opening his eyes and bringing his hand up to stroke my cheek.

“I love you too, (Y/n),” he whispered back. I pressed my forehead to his, then gently climbed off and tip toed to the bathroom, coming back with a cool, wet towel. I wiped the wax, sweat, and drops of what I didn’t swallow from his body. After I finished, I tossed the soft rag into the bathroom, and crawled into bed beside him. We were both sweating, so I left the sheets crumpled at the end of the bed. I rested his head on my shoulder, closing his eyes softly. Suddenly, he looked up at me with concern.

“Hey, are you okay pretty boy?” I asked, stroking my hand through his curls. 

“Yes, I just realized you didn’t-”

“Sshh, baby it’s okay,” I said soothingly, “You’re tired baby, I’m not going to ask you to do anything today.”

He frowned at me, pushing off me and sliding from the bed to his knees on the floor. I smiled and shook my head lying down on my stomach with my arms hanging off the bed. I combed a hand through his hair again, “Aww Pet it’s okay, we can rest for now baby boy,” I said. 

He furrowed his brows and shook his head. He whispered something but I couldn’t quite hear him.

“Raise your voice, love,” I said gently.

“I want you to r-ride my face,” he said softly, looking up at me with puppy eyes. I just smiled. 

“Alright boy, but you better make it quick, we have dinner with the team in 20 minutes,” I laughed. Spencer’s eyes widened, looking down to the bruises on his wrists softly touching the marks on his neck. He groaned.

“Uh-uh! I don’t need your complaining, show me how much you appreciate what I did for you, pretty boy,” I teased playfully.

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It’s safe to say we were a little late for that dinner.