Chapter 51: Lovely Lady Liberty*

I wake up the next morning to blinding light streaming in through the hotel windows and Spencer passed out on his stomach, halfway down the bed. I don't know how that position can be comfortable, but this is how I find him sometimes when he's really tired. Well, when he's more tired than normal. His messy mop of curls is splayed out around his head and he's breathing in a peaceful slow rhythm. I smile warmly at the sight, never taking for granted anymore the mornings I get to spend lazily in bed with him. I grab my phone and start searching the maps for nearby options for breakfast. If we aren't careful, we will spend our entire budget for this trip on room service alone. I see that there's a Starbucks and a bodega just around the corner from the hotel and I decide to walk down there and get us breakfast and get back before Spencer wakes up. I slowly move to get out of the bed, thankfully Spencer doesn't budge. I quickly freshen up in the bathroom before piling my hair in a top knot and throwing on a sweatshirt, some sweat pants, and my uggs to go down to the bodega. It's 10 am so it should all be pretty calm by now, everybody going to work or going to school should be there and not in line to get coffee or a bagel. I write a note out for Spencer on the hotel stationary and leave it on my pillow in case he wakes up before I can get back. I grab just my lanyard wallet and put it around my neck, under my sweatshirt. It only has one card and a couple dollars in it in case I lose it or if I get mugged, again. I also grab a thing of pepper spray from my purse to keep in my pocket, just in case. I grab my phone and a room key and quietly exit the room. I quickly follow the directions on my phone around the corner to the bodega and fix myself a large Diet Coke from the fountain drink area and order two bacon, egg, and cheese bagels to go. After I've finished paying and I'm waiting for my order I hear a voice speak up behind me "Lise? Is that you?" I turn, cautiously and nearly scream with excitement when I recognize who is standing behind me - it's my brother, George . I hug him and say "oh my God, George, what the fuck?! What are you doing here?" He chuckles and says "I'm just getting a bagel before going to work in the city I live in. More importantly, what the fuck are you doing here, getting a bagel in a city you don't live in?" I release him from the hug and smile broadly at him. I tell him "Spencer and I are here on a trip. This is actually our valentines slash anniversary trip because our valentines kept getting postponed and our anniversary, well of when we first met, was the 12th." George smiles and nods broadly and asks "where is Spencer?" I tell him "oh I left him asleep in the room. He doesn't get enough sleep usually and I didn't have the heart to wake him." George nods in understanding and says "hey, congratulations on your engagement! Let me see the ring!" I giggle and nod, holding up my left hand for him to see the ring I never take off. He lets out a low whistle at the sight and says "wow he did a good job picking this out. It's blinding." I giggle shyly and nod "the proposal and everything was beautiful, I had no idea." George nods and says "yeah, mom told me it was on your birthday? I didn't think you'd like that, to be honest." I shake my head and tell him "no, I loved it! And it was the perfect way for Spencer to mask me getting ready for a proposal like getting my nails done and stuff." George chuckles and nods. He then tells me "hey, listen, I would love to chat some more but I've gotta get going. If y'all wanna see a show while you're in town, hit me up and I can try to get you some tickets for free, or at least discounted!" I grin and say "thanks that sounds great! I'll bring it up to him when he wakes up." George nods and leaves, saying "okay, it was good seeing you, love you." I smile "love you, too, George, have a good day at work!" I leave the bodega with our breakfast and quickly stop by the Starbucks on the way back to get Spencer his normal order. I make my way back into the hotel, finger waving at the concierge, and hopping on the elevator to go back to our room. I have to juggle the food and drinks a bit as I maneuver the key card into the door and open it. I expect to see Spencer still asleep in his starfished position, but instead he's sitting on the edge of the bed. I pout a bit as I enter the room and close the door. I say "Aw, bubs, I wanted to have breakfast here before you woke up." Spencer looks up at me and he doesn't look happy. At all. I'm shocked by his expression and he says "why did you do that?" I look at him with confusion "do what?" He sighs and says "why did you leave by yourself? You could've been hurt." I try not to laugh as I say "Spencer, I walked around the corner to a bodega and a Starbucks. It's 10 am on a Friday. It was fine, I'm fine. I'm safe." Spencer says "something could've happened and I would've just been in here asleep, none the wiser to it." I sit down next to Spencer and I tell him "I know what happened in Vegas has really stuck with you. What did we learn from that experience?" Spencer sighs and says "not to let you go to the bathroom alone?" I scoff and shake my head "no, we learned that I'm not going out without a fight. Remember? Nobody is going to grab my crazy ass on a Friday morning in a big city without me causing a scene, okay? I know your concern is just because you love me, but good lord, Spence, I'm a grown woman and can walk down the street by myself." Spencer nods solemnly "I know, I just can't lose you." I give him a soft smile and tell him "you're not going to, not on my watch. Now, coffee and bagel time?" Spencer gives me a small half smile and nods "coffee and bagel time." While we are eating in the hotel bed, I tell Spencer "hey guess who I ran into at the bodega?" Spencer furrows his brow and shakes his head "no idea?" I smile and say "I ran into my older brother, George. He offered us free tickets to a show when he found out we were here for fun and not for like a murder investigation." Spencer chuckles and shakes his head "why would I bring you with me to a murder investigation?" I scoff and say "I'm pretty sure I could help more than you think." Spencer nods and says "one day, if I get the okay from Hotch, maybe I'll bring you along. No promises, though." I beam and tell him "that's good enough for me, bubs." He looks at me seriously and says "and you will stay at the hotel or at the station. No crime scenes." I pout just slightly and tell him "boo, you're no fun." He says seriously "I'd rather be no fun and keep you alive." I know I'm not going to win this argument anymore so I change the subject and we finish our breakfast together. We soon slowly start to get ready so we can go do some touristy sight seeing things in New York City together. Today we are planning to go to the Statue of Liberty and we are going to reach out to my brother to see what options for shows we have later. As I'm putting my contacts in in the bathroom, Spencer asks "what show would you want to see? You have a lot more interest in Broadway than I ever have. I'll love anything you pick. I promise." I give him a soft smile and tell him "well if we can go somewhere for free let's do that. Hamilton would be well over a thousand dollars per ticket and I doubt he can get us any free tickets or discounts to it. I'd rather just wait and watch it live when the tickets aren't more than my bills. Phantom is a popular one but it's like the longest running Broadway musical so the demand won't be near as high." Spencer asks me "but haven't you seen that one already?" I nod as I apply my makeup "yeah, the traveling production one, years ago. It was really good." Spencer asks "what's a musical you love that you want to see, babe? I'm with you on waiting on Hamilton because we have a wedding to pay for and hopefully a house to buy and move into soon, but where do you want to go?" I sit and think about it for a minute until an idea comes to mind. I tell him "what about Chicago? It's one of my favorites!" Spencer smiles at my excitement and nods "call your brother and see if he can get us free tickets or a discount, if not we will just pay full price, it's no big deal." I give him a sweet smile and nod, thankful to have a fiancé who tries to put my interests first. I turn to him and say "we can do that if, and only if, we go somewhere and do something of your choice tomorrow. Any ideas?" Spencer blushes slightly and says "how about the Museum of Natural History?" I grin at him and ask "is that what you want to do?" Spencer nods and says "I've always wanted to go, but I've never made the time to come to New York long enough to visit it." I smile and nod "that sounds great. I've wanted to visit there, too, but mainly because of the Night at the Museum movies." Spencer's brow furrows and he asks "what are those?" My jaw drops and I ask him "you've never seen Night at the Museum?" Spencer shakes his head innocently. I smile and tell him "it was one of my favorite movies growing up. It's about the Museum of Natural History and everything in it, all the exhibits, come to life at night when the museum closes." Spencer smiles at my excitement and says "that sounds like a good movie." I smile and nod "yep, if we aren't too tired let's watch it this afternoon or tonight?" Spencer smiles and nods "deal, now are you ready to go?" I grin with excitement and nod as I get my stuff together so we can head to New Jersey to catch the ferry to the Statue of Liberty. We considered trying to figure out the subways, but just decided to Uber so we didn't risk getting lost or anything else. Today is going to be a great day.

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Spencer and I enjoyed ourselves on the ferry ride to the Statue of Liberty and enjoyed visiting the statue herself. It was quite breathtaking in person, honestly. Of course Spencer had plenty of facts to give me about the Statue of Liberty. Some I already knew because of the National Treasure movies - shocker that Spencer didn't know what those movies were either and are also now on our list of movies to watch. We ride back on the ferry, sitting together, hand in hand. We watch the waves, well I do until I feel myself becoming motion sick, and then I opt to slowly breathe in tempo and focus on something inside the cabin of the ferry. Spencer notices, gently stroking his thumb over my hand and asking softly "are you okay, baby?" I nod and gulp, responding with "just a little motion sick." Spencer nods "you seemed fine on the way here?" I nod "I guess it could've been excitement or maybe the waves weren't as bad before. I don't know. It's hitting me hard now, though." Spencer nods, gently kissing my temple, trying to comfort me. I smile softly and continue trying to focus in a direction that won't make me sick. We make it back to the dock and we make our way off quickly, but politely, and decide to call an Uber back to the hotel. The Uber doesn't take very long at all and we quickly get in the back seat and head home. Thankfully the Uber driver is quiet and Spencer is, too, so I can just stare out the window and not have to be social. We make it back to the hotel, but, instead of going inside, we opt to find a place to eat lunch. We find an Asian restaurant that smells heavenly and looks decently packed but with no wait. We are shown to our seats by the hostess and Spencer and I look at the menu silently. I decide on Diet Coke and chicken lo mein while Spencer decides on iced tea and beef and broccoli. I smile up at him and say "I'm having a really great time, I'm glad we did this." Spencer gives me a playful smile back and asks "even with the motion sickness on the ferry?" I nod and tell him "it's passed by now and I'm actually hungry. We haven't eaten since we had our bodega bagels." Spencer chuckles "bodega bagels." I roll my eyes slightly and laugh, looking around the restaurant. Spencer tells me "you know originally when we were going to come here I had bought tickets to Phantom of the Opera because I knew it was your favorite. Kind of glad things fell through since you've already seen it." I smile warmly and tell him "Spence, every production is different. I would love to see the Broadway production! There are so many shows I want to see on Broadway that it's hard to pick just one." Spencer hums and says "well I guess we will just have to come back then, won't we?" I smile and nod "definitely." Once our food arrives, Spencer and I practically inhale it all. I ask Spencer "so what's the plan for tonight?" He smiles and says "well we are going to go to a nice dinner for our anniversary, and then a show after." I smile and nod. I then say "and then tomorrow we are going to spend the day at the Museum of Natural History before driving back to DC. I can't wait for you to tell me all the facts and even correct the museum some." Spencer chuckles "that sounds like a good plan." I grin at him and nod before taking a sip of my drink. The waitress comes back and asks if we would like anything else, when we tell her we are fine she hands us the check and thanks us before walking away. Spencer grabs the check before I can see it and puts his card in the leather folder with the check in it so the waitress can grab it when she comes back by the table. I tell Spencer "I probably need to call my brother when we walk back to the hotel" and he nods in agreement as he takes the final bite of his lunch. We talk for a few minutes before the waitress returns to run Spencer's card and then inevitably brings the receipt. Spencer leaves a generous tip and signs his name before we both leave the table and head back to the hotel. As we are walking, I open my phone and call my brother. He answers on the third ring and says "hey, you and Spencer decide on a show?" I respond "hey! Yeah, we were thinking of seeing Chicago or Phantom if you have any tickets available for either of those?" He hums and says "I know somebody in the Chicago production, but not Phantom. I'll call and see if I can get two tickets reserved under Winters. It'll be easier for him to put them under my name instead of Spencer's, less questions." I say to the phone "okay, that makes sense. Call me if that can't work out!" We bid our goodbyes and I hang up the phone. Spencer looks at me expectantly and I smile "he said he can probably get us tickets for Chicago. They'll be under his, well our, last name. He'll call me back if they don't have any available." Spencer nods, and we walk into the hotel, swinging our hands just slightly. We wave at the concierge and walk into the elevator, pressing the button to shut the door. We are on the elevator alone and I ask Spencer "wanna press the emergency stop and have some fun?" Spencer's expression is one of surprised amusement. He nudges his head to the camera in the corner of the ceiling and says "only if you want security to have a show?" I bite my lip and nod "so you would do it if there wasn't a camera?" Spencer gives me a playful expression and says "why don't we cross that bridge when we get there, hmm?" The elevator doors open and we walk out towards our room. I am mentally trying to think of anywhere with an elevator where we can pull a whole Grey's Anatomy level quick fuck in the elevator. Spencer says from behind me "I can see the wheels turning in your head, Annie, we are not fucking in an elevator in my place of work." I turn with a mischievous grin and say "oh so it just can't be headquarters, then?" Spencer chuckles and looks down with exasperation. He tells me "if it happens it'll only happen naturally and on my terms. If you force it then it won't happen." I pout slightly at that and he grips my hip a little strongly and says "don't pout. Lose the attitude, and I may reward you." I bite my lip and nod, changing my expression as I unlock our hotel room and walk in, setting my purse down by my open suitcase. We both change out of our street clothes, well more like we strip down to what little clothes we sleep in at night. I turn to Spencer and wrap my arms around his neck and ask "wanna make out in bed and then take a nap?" Spencer chuckles and nods "that I can agree to." He quickly picks me up with his hands under my thighs and walks me over to the bed, dropping me onto it. I giggle and say "sit down with your back against the headboard." Spencer narrows his eyes at me, unmoving. I start to shrink under his gaze and I say quietly "please." He then nods and moves into the position I requested. I crawl over to him and straddle his lap. I suddenly become shy under his gaze and he gives me a soft smile. He asks me "I guess you didn't think this plan through?" I bite my lip and shake my head. I tell him "I just wanted to be close to you." Spencer's gaze softens as he takes his hand up to my face, stroking his thumb over my cheek. I lean into the feeling and moan quietly. Spencer smiles just barely before we both lean in to each other and start a bruising and passionate kiss. I don't even realize I'm rocking my hips against his growing erection until he stops my hips and I groan in frustration. Spencer raises an eyebrow at me and says "As much as I want to fuck the attitude out of you right now, you weren't feeling well earlier and we have a big night ahead of us. We need to rest before tonight. We can make out and take a nap, yes, but no sex right now." I'm disappointed at his words and pout slightly. Spencer shakes his head and says "if you pout you get nothing." I quickly try to change my expression and happily take what he's giving me right now. We connect our lips together again and I tangle my hands in his curls, tugging lightly near the roots. He's kneading my butt with his hands and moaning into my mouth at the sensation of me tugging on his hair. I start giggling and Spencer pulls back from our kiss, laughing. He says "what's so funny?" Through my laughter I tell him "we're acting like teenagers who don't want to lose their virginity yet. We are nearly dry humping." Spencer chuckles and says "is this what you did in your teen years? I know I didn't." I shake my head and say "you know I was a boring teenager, Spence." He playfully hits his hand to his chest and says dramatically "are you calling me boring?" I kiss down his jaw and say "you are anything but boring, baby. I am the painfully average one." Spencer chuckles and says "now that I have to argue against. You, my love, are well above average." I blush at that and ask him "should we just try to nap now? You know, since you're cockblocking us?" Spencer scoffs and says "if I were cockblocking us we wouldn't be planning having sex later." I roll my eyes and tell him "Spence if we have to plan sex it's not fun anymore." Spencer's expression hardens in response. He asks me with a tense jaw "did you just roll your eyes at me?" I cower under his stony gaze and don't make eye contact with him. He hooks his right index finger under my chin and lifts my face up so he can look into my eyes. He tells me "look at me when I'm talking to you. Answer the question. Did you roll your eyes at me?" I whimper and nod before saying in a whisper "yes." He responds through gritted teeth "yes, what?" I quickly correct myself "yes, daddy," knowing he prefers daddy over sir when he's angry. His eyes search my face before he asks "did you think making me angry would make me punish you so you could get what you wanted?" I try to look down again but he's quick to hold my chin in place. I stammer as I try to speak, it suddenly feels like my mouth and throat are filled with sand. I finally say "I...I wasn't...thinking." Spencer says, never losing my gaze, "you're damn right you weren't. Get up." I quickly and clumsily move off of him and off the bed to follow his orders. He stands and moves to sit on the edge of the bed. He beckons me towards him with a curl of his fingers. I slowly, tentatively, walk towards him. As soon as I get close enough, he quickly pulls me down over his lap. He's seated far enough back that most of my upper body is on the bed. He furiously pulls my underwear down and off my legs and pushes my, technically his, oversized t shirt up my back. He starts to gently rub circles into my ass as he tells me his plans. "First, you're getting 15 strikes. I will only use my hand because I don't have anything else with me. I want you to count after each one. What's your color?" I tell him softly "green, daddy." He tells me "louder, angel." I nearly yell back in response "green, daddy!" He says softly "that's more like it. If you take your punishment well I might still fuck you tonight. Only if you still want that. Such a shame that the night we are spending celebrating our anniversary I have to punish you first. Are you ready?" I nod and say "yes, daddy. I'm green." He hums but doesn't say anything else, continually rubbing my ass with his right hand. He eventually says "hands behind your back." I follow his instructions and he bends my arms at the elbows. He tells me "hold each elbow with the opposite hand." I follow his instructions again and he praises me with a "good girl." Fuck, I love it when he calls me that. His left hand is holding my arms against my back, not in a painful way, more to stabilize both of us. It's then I briefly feel the absence of his right hand before I feel and hear the slap of his hand on my right butt cheek. It takes the wind out of me at first, but after my gasp I say "1, daddy." I don't know how I'm going to handle 14 more like that. God, help me if he decides to travel between my legs like he has in the past. He slaps the other cheek and I count again "2, daddy." He gently rubs the sensitive skin, only building my anticipation. When he lifts his hand again he slaps my right cheek three times, hard and fast, in rapid succession. My voice cracks when I say "3, 4, 5, daddy." He hums as he goes back to rubbing the skin he just angered. He then lifts his hand, smacking the left cheek in rapid succession, just like the right side, three times times. I let out a cry and wiggle in his arms just a little as I say in a choked voice "6, 7, 8, daddy." I don't try to hide the tears any longer, letting out a sob I had been holding back. Spencer shushes me softly, "we're over halfway done, sweet girl." I nod and take a deep breath in, trying to calm myself down a bit. He next does two, one on each cheek, back to back. I let out the breath I was holding and say "9, 10, daddy." He slowly does the next four, going back and forth between each cheek with 30 seconds or longer in between. Every time I count through gritted teeth and hot tears. There's only one left, and I swear we've been sitting here for two minutes in silence while he gently rubs the inflamed skin of my butt. Before I even realize his hand was removed, he had lifted it and brought it back down on my right cheek. I cry out, out of relief or pain, I'm not sure, and count the last strike. "15, daddy." Spencer shushes me softly, pulling me up to straddle him. I cry into his shoulder as he rubs my back and comforts me. He tells me "you did so well. I'm so proud of you, baby. What's your color?" I tell him once my cries slow, "green." He gently pulls back and tries to get a better look at me and says "you're sure?" I nod and say softly "I'm sure." He hums and says "one more thing, then we are done and you can take a nap." I'm disappointed at this, I thought the spanking was all of my punishment. He tells me "on your knees, Annie." I quickly get on my knees as Spencer removes his boxers, his erection standing tall after it's released from its restraints. I'm between his legs and he looks at me "tap me twice if it's too much and we stop immediately. I will not be disappointed in you. I would be more disappointed if you let me push you too far, okay?" I nod and say in a quiet voice "okay." He gives me a soft look before reverting back to his dominant persona. He tells me "hands behind your back, don't make me get the cuffs." I nod, honestly disappointed we aren't using the cuffs. He tells me "open your mouth." I do as he says and he inches his hips forward and fists his hands in my hair, slowly pushing his dick inside my mouth. He pushes my head down on him, slowly, in addition to moving his hips forward. He lets out a hiss of pleasure before he slowly starts moving faster. I've mentioned to him in the past he can be rougher with me when I'm sucking him off and we agreed to test the limits, but I think he's afraid of hurting me. Honestly it's like he thinks I'm still just the innocent little virgin he met in the hospital even though he's defiled me in multiple ways, all of them I consented to happily. He's moaning in pleasure as he fucks my throat and I moan against him, loving seeing the look of ecstasy on his face. I've hollowed out my cheeks as much as I can and I continue to gag on him, he will never admit it but he loves it when I do that. He tells me "fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock. I'm so close. I'm going to cum down that pretty little throat. You better swallow all of it or you won't cum for a week." I moan against him, knowing that will send him over the edge. His hips stutter a few times before he shoots warm ropes of cum down my throat, working himself through his orgasm with a few final, sloppy thrusts. When he pulls out of me I swallow and then catch my breath, bracing myself with my hands on the floor. Spencer pulls me up off the floor and brings me in for a heated kiss, not caring about the fact that his dick was just down my throat. Honestly, I wonder if he was ever really a germaphobe. When we finally break the kiss he tells me "you did such a good job, I'm so fucking proud of you." He kisses me again and I blush from the praise, both sets of cheeks on fire for different reasons. He tells me when he's finally done kissing me "lay on the bed on your stomach and I'll get some aloe for you, okay?" I nod and go to lay on the bed like he instructed, in a bit of a daze. He quickly returns from his bag and settles between my legs behind me. He rubs the aloe into my skin in cooling, affectionate circles. He asks me "Annie, how you doing, baby? Talk to me, you haven't said anything for a minute." I hum and say "I'm green, tired." Spencer hums as he continues to work the aloe into my burning ass, I admit it does feel better than 15 minutes ago. He leaves for the bathroom, quickly washing his hands, and returns to me. He pulls his boxers on and gently pulls me to sit up. I wince at the feeling of the comforter on the angry skin of my butt. He answers with a soft "I know, come here baby." He readjusts us to be under the covers, I'm nearly laying on top of him so I won't put any weight on my butt. He gently rubs my back and runs his fingers through my hair. He tells me "I love you, Annie, get some rest." I hum in response "I love you, too," before slowly drifting off to sleep.