20. do i wanna know?

𝑌'𝐴𝐿𝐿 𝐺𝑂𝑇𝑇𝐴 𝑇𝑅𝑈𝑆𝑇 𝑀𝐸. 𝐼 𝐾𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐼'𝑀 𝐷𝑂𝐼𝑁𝐺. ;))

𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆.• bondage • spanking • edging • spitting • praise kink • degradation • watching (you'll see what i mean)

"I'm a man of my word."

Spencer walked in a circle around you, his shirt already having been removed, the heat resonating between your bodies as he placed a hand over your back, his nails digging into your skin. His touch sent a fire coursing through your veins, a small gasp slipping past your lips as you heard the sound of metal clanking behind you, wondering what punishment Spencer had in store for you after touching him at dinner.

"Which is why—" He pulled you against him, pressing the bulge in his pants to your lower back, eliciting a loud whimper from you— "I want you to take your clothes off and lay on the bed now."

The emphasis in his voice sent a wave of zeal pulsing through you, your heart pounding against your ribcage as you moved away from him, pulling your dress off over your head, dropping it on the floor. "Do you remember your safe word?" Spencer asked as you peeled your panties off, leaving them on the floor beside your dress.

"Yes," you spoke softly, reaching behind you as you unclasped your bra, ignoring the hastening of your heart inside your chest as you peeled your bra off your shoulders, swiveling your head around to look at Spencer as you smirked, "sir."

"No." Spencer brought the odd-looking, black, metal pole out from behind his back, waving it in front of you as he said, "Not tonight. If you act like a fucking brat, then you know what's gonna happen."

"And what's that?"

You walked over to him, standing in front of him as your eyes grazed over the pole in his hands. It was black, with cuffs attached at each end of it. "Do you really wanna know?" Spencer asked as your eyes flicked back up to meet his.

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't," you replied, rocking forward eagerly on your heels.

Spencer's hand moved to your throat, gripping it as he guided you over to the bed, cocking his head to the side as he looked at you. "I would think that you'd be smarter than that after how many times I've already had to punish you for being a fucking brat."

A giggle slipped past your lips, the backs of your thighs hitting the bed before Spencer pushed you down. You leaned back on your hands, crossing one leg over the other as you smirked up at Spencer, tilting your head back, looking at him challengingly. "It never seems to change anything," you said to him.

"Because you don't know how to fucking obey."

"Well," you said, holding your hand up in front of your face, turning it over as you inspected your nails, "you don't know how to be fucking fast, so, I guess there's that."

Next thing you knew, you were pushed down on the bed, Spencer's hands gripping your ankles as he clicked the cuffs around your feet, a loud gasp bursting from inside your chest as you looked up at him, watching him as he lifted your legs up to his chest, the pole holding them together.

"And for that," he said, his fingers curling around the metal of the pole, "you don't get to come without my permission."

He yanked the pole, a sharp intake of breath coming from you as you felt your legs being forced apart, spreading them wider. He dropped your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed before he moved to his knees, his eyes locked on yours.

A boisterous groan was ripped from the back of your throat as Spencer dragged his tongue up your wet slit, swirling it around your clit. His hand traveled up your body, palming your breast, the other one holding your hips down as he took your clit in his mouth, sucking fondly on it. "Spencer," you whined, your clit still slightly sensitive from the vibrator earlier. Spencer rolled your nipple between his fingers, pulling on it as his tongue flicked rapidly over your clit.

His nails dug into your skin as you pulled at the restraints around your ankles, letting out a loud gasp as it only pulled your legs further apart, a small laugh vibrating from Spencer against your clit as you moaned, pushing your head into the mattress. Spencer moved his hand down your body, pushing two fingers inside you and curling them as his tongue continued its movements on your clit, a whine leaving you as you reached out, pulling on his hair.

Spencer curled his fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot, a gasp rolling off your tongue as his hazel eyes flicked to yours, the message clear in them. You're not allowed to come.

"Fuck," you gasped, biting down so hard on your lip you wondered if it would draw blood. Spencer pumped his fingers in and out of you, his other hand moving to your clit as he pulled his head away from you, grinning.

"Are you close?"

Those fucking words. You hated those fucking words. Every time Spencer said them, you could hear the mocking tone of his voice. "Fuck," you moaned as he pushed his thumb against your clit, moving it in time with each curl and thrust of his fingers.

"Don't forget you're not allowed to come for being such a fucking bratty little slut." His words drew a groan from you, your inner walls clenching around him as he picked up his pace, your body writhing against the bedsheets, trying not to fucking move so that the pole wouldn't spread your legs so wide to the point that it would be painful.

You gasped, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt your orgasm rippling through you, Spencer immediately retracting his fingers from inside you. You cried out at the loss of contact, your legs shaking slightly as Spencer reached down, pulling them up to his chest again.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, smirking at you. "Too bad I don't fucking care."

"Fuck you," you whined, your hands pulling at the bedsheets beneath you, gasping.

Spencer lowered your ankles, leaning over the bed, placing his hands at either side of your head as he leaned over you, smirking. "That's my job, sweetheart," he whispered to you. "Now— open."

You did as you were told, looking at Spencer as you pulled your lips apart. Spencer pushed his fingers into your mouth, watching you as you swirled your tongue around them, sucking on them. His lips parted, watching you as you closed your mouth around his fingers, sucking them dry as he moaned softly. Spencer pulled his fingers out of your mouth, saying, "No," to you as you closed your mouth, landing a soft slap across your cheek. "Keep your mouth open, darling."

Gulping, you obeyed. Spencer spit into your mouth before crashing his lips into yours, his hard dick tenting his pants and pushing against your inner thigh, a loud whine rushing past your lips as Spencer kissed you, your eyes fluttering shut. He grazed his teeth along your bottom lip, tugging on it before standing to his feet, reaching down and grabbing your shackled ankles.

He whipped you around, a loud gasp rolling off your tongue as he pulled you to your knees, a loud slap ringing around the room as he brought his hand down on your ass. You rocked forward on your hands, whimpering as his hand snaked down to your clit, rubbing it. The muscles in your legs were quivering from how widely spread apart they were from the pole. "I want you to count," Spencer said. "Starting now."

"Two," you gasped out as he brought his hand down on your ass a second time, hearing a dark chuckle come from him as he watched you quivering like a rag doll in front of him, spread wide enough for him to do whatever he pleased to you. "Three." Your eyes fell shut as he landed another slap on your ass, rocking forward on your palms. "Fuck!"

"Are you close?" Spencer asked, bringing his lips down beside your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe softly.

"Yes— fuck," you whined. "C- Can I come? Please?"

"Not yet."

Spencer pulled his fingers away from you, bringing his hand down on your ass, a loud whine escaping you as you cried out, "Four!" He landed another slap on your ass soon after, a cry bursting from you before you panted out, "Five."

"Good girl. Now—" Spencer climbed off the bed, dragging you to the edge by your ankles before whirling you around, you panting loudly, your pussy throbbing around nothing with desire— "get on your knees."

Spencer helped you to the floor, sitting on your knees, bare naked in front of him, the pole forcing your legs apart. You watched Spencer as he pulled his belt buckle loose, throwing it to the side before pushing his pants and boxers down, freeing his hard dick. "Because you've been such a bratty little fucking whore," he said, kicking the articles of clothing to the side before wrapping a hand around his dick, pumping it slowly, "you get to watch."

"Don't make a fucking sound," he said, his lips parting as you watched him swirl his thumb over the head of his dick, spreading his precum around it. "I don't wanna hear you fucking complain after all the shit that you've pulled."

You wondered if you should find it as hot as you do watching Spencer jerk off in front of you, his hand moving faster on his dick as his eyes fell shut, placing his other hand over the bed and leaning forward on it, a moan slipping past his lips. You gulped, feeling your legs shake beneath you as you watched him, Spencer hanging his neck as he increased his pace on his dick, his eyes falling shut.

He groaned, his mouth agape as he scrunched his eyebrows in pleasure, crooking his neck to the side as you whimpered, trailing one of your hands down your chest to your clit, needing something, anything to relieve the growing pressure between your hips. Spencer's eyes shot wide open at the small noise from you, looking at you as he said, "Do that," pausing as a moan rolled past his lips, clenching his jaw gratifyingly, "and that counts as your third orgasm denial."

You nodded, your fingers finding your clit and starting to rub as you watched Spencer, imagining the fingers between your legs were his instead, whining as Spencer increased his pace on his dick, it twitching in the palm of his hand. "Oh, fuck," he gasped before quickly walking over to you. "Open. (Y/N), open your fucking mouth."

You did, Spencer pushing dick past your lips, wrapping a hand around your hair as he thrusted his hips forward, pushing himself to the back of your throat. You moaned against his dick, Spencer groaning loudly as he started face-fucking you, you rubbing your clit in time with him. Spencer was coming moments later, pushing your head forward as his cum shot into your mouth, throwing his head back as he groaned loudly, the sound reverberating around the room.

He helped you to your feet, pushing you down on the bed as he pulled your hand away from yourself, a loud cry of resistance coming from you. The bed dipped by your feet as Spencer climbed over you, dragging his fingers up your slit. "Tell me what you want," he said, pushing a finger into you, pumping it slowly.

"Fuck— I wanna come," you whined.

"And why should I let you?"

"Please! I- I've been good," you cried.

"How should I make you come?" Spencer asked as he pulled his finger out, his hand wrapping around his dick, already knowing what you want. The sex isn't gonna last long, and you both know that, yet, neither one of you seem to care. "Do you want me inside you?"

"Yes. Please."

"Then say it."

"I want you inside me," you gasped, your body squirming beneath him with need, your legs cramping from the restraints.

"Who are you asking?" Spencer asked, reaching over and unshackling one of your ankles, seeing the visible distress in your eyes. He didn't bother to release the other one, the metal clanging on the floor as your body writhed on the bedcovers. "Say my name. I wanna hear you say the name of the guy who makes you feel this fucking good."

"I- I want you inside me, Spencer," you gasped, your eyes falling shut. "Please. Please, I want you inside me. And let me come. Please?"

"That's my good girl."

Spencer snapped his hips forward, bottoming out inside you as you both moaned loudly, Spencer falling forward on his elbows as he began to thrust into you, your walls immediately clenching around him. He moaned at the sudden tightness, your hand snaking down to your sensitive clit, crying out as you started to rub it.

You know you're gonna be fucking exhausted and sore after this, but, you don't care, curling your free leg around Spencer's as the metal of the pole around your other ankle clanged against the flooring as Spencer slammed into you, moving your entire body with him, his dick hitting your g-spot. Moans from both of you bounced off the walls of the small room as you rubbed your clit in time with each cant forward of Spencer's hips, feeling yourself beginning to slip further and further into the blinding escape of euphoric release, your pussy throbbing.

"Go on, you can come. Be a good girl and come for me. Let me feel you," Spencer panted, his dick twitching inside of you. Your orgasm slammed into you like a fucking train, crying out as your legs quivered, coming around his dick. Spencer came moments after you, a warm feeling rushing over you as Spencer buried his face deep in your neck, groaning loudly into your skin as he filled you up.

He pulled out of you, laying on top of you for a moment as you both panted. You wrapped your arms around his back, your eyes falling shut, exhaustion settling over you as you clung to Spencer, hearing him whine and pant beside your ear. "Oh, fuck," he moaned as he rolled off of you, leaning back on his hands as he panted, his face dripping with sweat.

He looked over at you, leaning down and planting a kiss to your forehead before standing and going into the bathroom, returning moments after with a warm washcloth. "Are you okay?" Spencer asked as he dragged the washcloth between your legs, wiping away the sloppy aftermath of prodigious sex as you laid there, wordless, swiping at the sheen of sweat on your brow.

"Mhm," you rasped in response. Spencer unshackled your other ankle, helping you sit up on the bed. "My legs feel like they weigh eight hundred fucking pounds, though."

Spencer chuckled at your words, saying, "Come on," before you slung your arms around his neck, letting him pick you up. He carried you into the bathroom, letting you pee and wash your hands before he led you over to the bed, holding a bottle of aloe. You laid down on your stomach, feeling like you could fall asleep as Spencer smoothed the aloe over your ass, his touch delicate over your burning skin. He helped you pull on your panties, pulling you to sit up on the bed before he slipped one of his oversized t-shirts over your head, smiling down at you. "I'm gonna go change," he whispered, kissing your lips softly. "Stay here."

He disappeared into his closet, a yawn coming from you as you wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling sore and completely fucking drained, but you didn't care.

Until you saw a flash of light out the window.

Gasping, you jolted to your feet, stumbling over to the bedroom window before looking out, your heart thundering inside your chest.

A streetlight flickered in the distance, but that didn't make you worry any less. I know about you.

The image of you and Spencer kissing at the aquarium in Vegas was etched in your brain, the words scribbled at the bottom of the page booming at you like an echo in a dingy cave. I know about you.

Who knew about you?

The envelope wasn't signed. It was just sitting on your desk. Which meant someone had to have gone in your office when you weren't there so they could leave it for you. You knew it wasn't someone from the team. You didn't recognize the handwriting, and, besides, why would one of your team members play that kind of a joke on you?

The picture was taken right outside the aquarium, which meant someone had been following you around that night. And you went at three in the fucking morning, which meant someone had to have been watching you at the hotel to know that you went out.

Someone was stalking you.

The thought made you shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself.

"Are you okay?"

Oh, shit.

You spun around, your eyes landing on Spencer standing behind you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You nodded your head at him, smiling at him. "Yeah, yeah. Just needed a little fresh air."

"(Y/N)..."

"What?"

"I don't know," he laughed nervously, looking at you as he shrugged his shoulders. "You've been acting weird ever since you came to my apartment this afternoon to pick me up. Is everything okay?" You didn't say anything, pressing your lips into a thin line, feeling your palms grow clammy with dread. Spencer walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he whispered, "(Y/N), talk to me."

"It's not that big of a deal."

"Obviously it is if it's making you act like this. Don't... lie to me. Okay?" Spencer led you over to the bed, sitting down beside you as he sighed, pushing a hand through your hair. "I just wanna make sure that you're okay."

Tell him, (Y/N).

"I got... something," you said finally, refusing to meet his gaze as you wrapped your arms around yourself, chewing on your bottom lip. "Not a letter, but... a picture."

"A picture?"

"It was of you and me," you replied. Your heart started to race as you spoke, feeling Spencer wrap an arm around you as you shivered at the memory burned in your brain. "At the aquarium. Someone left it on my desk in an envelope."

"Was there a note with the picture?" Spencer asked. "A name? Anything?"

"There was a note at the bottom. It said, um... 'I know about you.'"

"About you and me?" Spencer asked. "Hooking up?"

You nodded at him. "I think so. I didn't recognize the handwriting, so, it's not someone that we know. And, um... the picture was definitely taken right outside the aquarium from... you know... a camera. Someone was following us that night."

"(Y/N), why didn't you say something sooner?"

"I don't know," you replied, sighing as you looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. "I'm sorry. I know I should've."

"We need to call Hotch," Spencer said, standing from the bed as he walked over to his phone sitting on the nightstand, picking it up. But as soon as he unlocked it, you heard your own phone start ringing, a loud gasp coming from you as you glanced over at your handbag sitting on the chair in the room, your heart thundering loudly in your ears.

Spencer walked over to your bag, grabbing it and pulling your phone out, his brows furrowing as he read the caller I.D. "It is Hotch," he said, looking at you.

He walked over to you, holding your phone out to you as you took it with shaky hands, answering it. "Hey, Hotch," you said, the fear almost too evident in your voice. "What's up?"

"(Y/L/N). Sorry to call this late. Something's come up and I need you at the BAU as soon as possible."

~~~

"Agent Hotchner?"

Hotch turned around, looking at Anderson standing behind him. "What are you doing here? I thought you all went to Agent Rossi's for dinner," Anderson said, holding the case file in his arms close to his chest.

"I forgot some paperwork I was planning on taking home," Hotch replied. He looked at the file in Anderson's arms, pointing at it. "What's that?"

"I'm glad that I ran into you," Anderson replied, gulping before he held the case file out to Hotch. He took it, his eyes widening as soon as he saw what was inside. "That, um... That happened early this morning."

"Why are we just finding about it?" Hotch asked, quickly closing the case file, not wanting to look at it anymore.

"They just I.D.'d them and the person in the photos."

"Anderson," Hotch said, setting the file down on the desk beside him, "call Garcia. I'll call the rest of the team. We need everyone here as soon as possible."

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