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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.