5. watch me burn

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆.• degradation • spanking • handcuffs • praise kink

The sound of a sharp slap pierced the air, Spencer's hand connecting with your ass as he leaned over your back, his lips beside your ear as he whispered, "That's one— for hanging up on me."

You trembled with delight, putty in Spencer's hands as he rubbed his hand over your bare ass, raising it before smacking the same cheek, a small whimper slipping out of you. "That's two— for hanging up on me twice."

"Is that all you got?" You asked, balancing on your toes as you swung your head over your shoulder to look at him, a playful smirk tugging on the corners of your lips. "That one barely even hurt."

"How can you make yourself out to be so innocent when you're really just a slutty little brat?" Spencer grumbled, bringing his hand down on your other cheek, the stinging sensation resonating throughout your entire body, your lips parting. "That's three— for sending me that teasing photo." You pulled at the bedsheets, a staggered moan leaving you.

"I like teasing you."

"Yeah, you make that obvious."

"Don't act like you don't— oh, fuck," you winced, feeling his hand connect with your ass again, the burning going straight to your core, arousal pooling between your thighs. "Don't act like you don't like it."

Spencer's hand went to your hair, pulling your head back as he whispered to you, "That was four— for sending me that other photo." His teeth grazed your earlobe softly, a loud whine rolling off your tongue.

"Ooh, I wonder what five's going to be," you said, wriggling your ass in the air for him, your entire body scorching with desire.

He brought his hand down on your ass, the sound cracking through the air as you gasped, feeling yourself clench around nothing as Spencer said to you, "That was five— for teasing me about the team knowing about us."

"Aw, no more? I barely even flinched."

"You're such a fucking brat," he growled at you, standing from the bed. You heard the jingling sound of a buckle being pulled and your eyes widened, feeling your heart upswing with excitement, a fire coursing through your veins. "Let's see just how bratty you can be with my dick inside you."

"Yes, sir," you giggled, leaning forward as you raised your burning ass in the air, hearing the sound of something hitting the floor. You felt your heart jolt, knowing that his pants were down. Next thing you heard was the sound of foil being torn open and you gasped, grinning to yourself as you started to turn your head around to look at him. "Dr. Reid! You really were planning on doing this all along, weren't you?"

You balanced on your elbows as you looked back at him, your lips parting slightly as you watched him slide the condom onto his dick. He was a lot bigger than most guys you'd been with, and, for that, you were praising whatever god was listening to you for creating the gorgeous man standing behind you, looking up at you and catching your gaze.

Your cheeks flushed bright pink as you turned away from him, sucking in a deep breath. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to," you heard Spencer say. He'd obviously misunderstood your reaction, hearing him tell you, "Just say the word and we'll be done. No questions asked."

"I didn't look away because I don't want to do it, silly," you said, looking back at him and smirking, watching him as he started to undo the buttons on his shirt, watching you closely, his eyes studying your face. "It's just— you're a lot bigger than most guys I've been with."

"Oh, uh... thanks."

You turned away from him, raising your ass in the air, feeling it burn against the cold air from where he'd spanked you. "All right, you said you were gonna fuck me— could you get on with it please?"

"I don't think I've ever met a girl with as little patience as you," you heard Spencer say, walking over to you as he ran his hands over your ass, angling his hips with yours, a small whine leaving you.

"Well, to be fair, I don't think I've ever met a guy that's as fucking slow as you."

His fingers dragged up your slit, a staggered moan leaving you as you heard him laugh harshly behind you, his finger swiping over your clit. "Punishment looks good on you. You're practically dripping for me."

"You'd look better inside me," you told him, groaning as you pulled at the bedsheets in your hands, feeling Spencer drag his tip lazily along your entrance. "Fuck— stop being such a tease."

"You say that like you don't spend every single fucking second teasing me. Now be a good girl and beg for it."

You felt his hardened dick push against your pussy, squeezing your eyes shut as he teased you, a whine leaving you. "Well?" You heard Spencer say, his hand gripping your sore ass, nails digging into your skin.

"Please," you whispered, bucking your hips against Spencer's, grinding against his dick in his hand. "Oh, god, just... please. I'll be good, just... please."

"Needy as ever."

A loud moan was ripped from the back of your throat as you felt Spencer push into you, barely entering you before he pulled out, a soft cry of frustration leaving you. Then, without any warning, he snapped his hips forward, burying himself deep inside you, a louder cry rolling past your lips as you braced yourself on your elbows, adjusting to his length. He gave you a moment to adjust before grabbing your hips, pulling out of you as you heard him grunt, saying to you, "That's a good— oh, fuck. You feel so good. That's a good girl."

He started to thrust into you, slow at first. You raised your ass in the air, widening your legs as you allowed him further access to you, his thrusts starting to pick up momentum. You whimpered as you tugged on the bedspread, Spencer letting out a low hiss as he thrusted deeper inside you, his hand snaking around your waist and finding your clit.

He started to rub it in time with each thrust, you having to brace yourself on your hands each time he slammed into you, a mix of whines and moans tumbling out of your mouth. Spencer's hand connected with your ass, hard, the sound ripping through the moans and pants filling the room. You clenched around him, hearing Spencer moan as he dug his nails into your hip.

"Do that again— fuck."

You obliged, clenching around him as he pushed into you, hearing a strained whine roll off his tongue as he moved his deft fingers over your clit. You let out a loud cry, lifting your head as you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling your orgasm starting to build.

"Fucking hell, (Y/N)," Spencer rasped to you, slamming into you, his dick hitting your sweet spot. Your inner walls clenched around him, feeling his dick twitch inside you.

"Not so bratty now, are you?" You heard him ask, his dick starting to throb inside you as he neared his own orgasm, hearing him grunt behind you.

You could only moan in response, tears pricking your eyes as his hips slammed into your sore ass, adding to the burning and the pleasure surging throughout your body, feeling yourself slip further away into the oblivion of want and desire. "Please," you whined to him, opening your eyes as you felt your legs start to shake, your orgasm hitting you like a train.

"Please what?"

"Let me come. Please."

Spencer's fingers scratched lightly at your skin, a cry leaving you as you heard him say to you, "Be a good girl and come."

Your legs quivered as you came on his dick, nearly falling forward on the bed as your pussy clenched around him, crying out as you found release after god knows how long. Spencer continued thrusting into you, letting you ride out your orgasm before he gasped, your name tumbling out of his mouth like a sordid prayer as he chased after his own release, his dick throbbing inside you as he came.

He immediately pulled out of you, helping you to stand to your feet as he whipped you around, his hand finding its way to your throat, not applying any pressure. Spencer gazed into your eyes for a moment, a satisfied grin overtaking your lips as you watched him until he pulled you forward, smashing his lips into yours.

Your heart lurched at the feeling of his mouth pressed against yours, your eyes fluttering shut as you kissed him back, butterflies blooming inside your stomach, his teeth grazing your bottom lip. You reciprocated, letting him push his tongue into your mouth, your tongues colliding in a drunken state of lust.

You moaned against his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pulled him closer to you, his fingers squeezing your throat. Stars danced across your vision as you pulled on the hairs at the nape of his neck, taking his bottom lip between your teeth and pulling.

He pulled away from you, walking over to where he'd left his pants on the floor before he reached into one of the pockets, pulling out something you didn't expect to see.

"Your handcuffs?" A small gasp of surprise left you as he walked over to you, taking your hands into his.

"Are you okay with that?" He asked, eyeing you.

You grinned at him, nodding your head at him as you willingly held your wrists out to him, saying, "Handcuff me, Dr. Reid."

He clicked the cuffs around your wrists, making sure not to pull them too tight before his eyes met yours, pressing his lips intimately to yours before he pushed you back on the bed, crawling on top of you. "Ooh," you giggled, feeling him grab your cuffed wrists, pulling them over your head. "Round two."

"And you better be grateful for it— after all the shit you've pulled." Spencer held your wrists over your head as he lined himself up with your entrance, pushing into you with no resistance from how wet you already were. Your lips parted slightly as you lolled your head back, Spencer biting his lip as he started to move inside you, his thrusts quickly picking up speed.

"You look so beautiful like this," he rasped to you, grinding his hips into yours. "If only you weren't such a bratty little fucking slut."

Spencer's mouth fell open as he pushed himself deeper inside you, whining under his breath as both your orgasms started to pick up again. You pushed your head into the mattress, whining softly as you bit your lip, fighting against Spencer's grip as he pinned your cuffed wrists down, his other hand finding your nipple, twisting it harshly.

"Fuck!" You cried out, bucking your hips against his as you slung your legs around his waist, allowing him deeper inside you.

"Come for me, darling. Be a good girl for once and come for me."

Spencer pushed your breast into his mouth, his tongue swirling over your areola as you clenched around him, a moan vibrating against your chest. He continued to move inside you, your orgasm bubbling in the pit of your stomach as you squeezed your eyes shut, your mouth hanging open as you gasped, Spencer's name slipping from your mouth.

"Open your eyes, darling. I wanna see you when you come."

Whimpering, you peeled your eyes open, your eyes meeting Spencer's and the carnal look in his eyes enough to send you over the edge, your second orgasm quickly taking place. Your legs shook as you dropped them on the bed, Spencer's mouth landing on yours as he fucked you through your orgasm, his dick twitching inside you. You pulled on the handcuffs again, the cool steel rubbing your skin raw as Spencer forced your hands into the mattress, groaning into your mouth as he came a second time, placing a hand on your stomach to stabilize himself as he gasped out, pulling away from your lips, a low whine leaving him.

He pulled out of you, flopping beside you on the bed as the room filled with the sound of high-pitched pants of exhaustion coming from both of you. Spencer swiped at the sheen of sweat on his forehead, pushing his hand through his curls as he gasped to you, "Jesus."

"Shit," you rasped to him, holding your wrists out in front of you, watching Spencer as he stood from the bed, peeling off the condom and throwing it away before he grabbed his pants, pulling the cuff key out. "I'm gonna be honest, I don't think I've ever had it that good, like... ever."

"It was good then?" Spencer asked, walking over to you as he gingerly grabbed your wrists, unlocking the handcuffs. "For our first time— it was all right?"

"It was more than all right," you said, seeing him smile at you as he dropped the handcuffs on the bed, reaching down to grab the robe he'd thrown earlier. He held it out to you, you taking it from him as he pulled his boxers back on, tucking his dick away before he went into the bathroom.

You heard water running as you pulled the robe on, letting your fingers graze over your lips.

He'd kissed you.

Spencer Reid kissed you.

And, if you were being honest, you actually didn't mind it.

He walked into the bedroom, holding a wet washcloth up for you to see. "Can you stand for me?" He asked, helping you to your feet before he knelt down in front of you, cleaning up his mess that was slipping quickly down your thighs. You watched him as he worked, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he ran the warm washcloth between your legs, wiping away his aftermath.

"Does it hurt?" He asked, his voice uneasy. You knew what he was talking about— he was talking about your ass and where he'd spanked you.

You shook your head at him, smiling as you said, "No, I'm good."

"You don't want me to put aloe on it or anything? I have some in my-"

"-Spencer, I'm fine. It was six spanks, and, to be honest," you paused for dramatic effect, flashing him a defiant smirk, "they weren't even hard enough to make me even want to scream your name."

He laughed, hitting his hand lightly against your ass as he told you, "Shut up. I didn't wanna hit you too hard. You're still learning."

You smiled at him, taking your bottom lip between your teeth before you said, "Spencer?"

"Yeah?" He stood to his feet, walking into the bathroom and dropping the washcloth in the sink, walking back over to you before he helped you sit on the bed, his hands rubbing over your quivering thighs.

"You, uh... You kissed me."

He paused his efforts, his cheeks flushing bright red as he started to rub his thumbs into your skin, saying to you, "Uh... Yeah. I hope that's okay."

"It's more than okay," you replied, smiling at him.

Spencer looked up at you, smiling back at you for a moment before he asked, "Do you want me to stay? I, uh... I can stay the night, or I can go back to my room. Whichever you prefer."

"No, it's okay. You can go back to your room. I don't wanna have to make you sneak out in the morning and risk somebody seeing you," you replied, laughing. "But thank you for offering."

You watched Spencer as he got dressed, hugging the robe around yourself, relaxing in its warmth. As soon as Spencer finished, he walked over to you, placing a hand on the bed as he leaned over, smiling at you, "Well, I guess I'll see in the morning then, darling."

"That, you will, sir," you giggled, wrapping his tie around your wrist, pulling him towards you. You planted a chaste kiss against his lips before he stood, waving goodbye to you before he turned and left the room, leaving you alone in the darkness.

You leaned back against the headboard, sighing to yourself as you smiled, feeling a weird, unusual feeling wash over you. You shrugged it off, going into the bathroom to pee and change into pajamas, hoping that maybe you'd dream of Spencer Reid and unimaginably good sex tonight.