Don't test me

Chapter Twenty Eight

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The whole ride was just tension, and I could even see Spencer smiling at how much I was struggling to understand what he was thinking. We walked up to my apartment in silence, and I pulled out my keys while staring up at him, wondering what he was trying to do.

"Just open the door y/n."

I looked away from his face and opened the door, and walked in. I placed my keys in the bowl next to the door and took off my shoes, but before I could walk out of the entry Spencer grabbed my arm and spun me around to where my back was flat against the door. "Well, there it is," I said with a smile,

"There what is?" He asked, confused,

"Your little plan you've been festering." I bopped him on the nose and he looked mad,

He grabbed my legs and threw me over his shoulder, taking me to my bedroom, and then throwing me on the bed. "Safeword?"

"Apple," I said smiling. Finally, some action.

He grabbed my legs and swiftly pulled off my pants, "How the hell did you do that. It takes me forever to get these pants off."

"I have skill." He smirked,

I laughed and rolled my eyes, laying back on my hands, watching him walk over to his drawer I gave him. "What are you doing?" I asked,

I saw him turn around with two ties in his hands and I knew what he was doing. He first stripped me naked, and then tied both arms with one, and then blinded my vision with the other,

I knew he did this because it heightened my other senses and because he loves when he's in control. I wasn't able to see, but I could hear what he was doing. The sound of the plastic that was holding the slice of cake spiked my attention. What was he planning?

All of a sudden I felt a cold texture on my left arm. I then felt a warm tongue lick up what I assumed to be the cake he just spread onto my skin. "Let's see where else this can go." Spencer grabbed some more frosting and wiped it on my chest, specifically my nipples.

"What the hell Spencer-" I said laughing.

"Hush." He said, shoving cake in my mouth.

I was still laughing, and couldn't take this moment seriously for the life of me. It was then I could see once more, and I noticed Spencer's face which looked both amused and angry. "You're ruining the moment."

"You're the one who started rubbing cake all over me."

He laughed and grabbed wipes to clean me up, however, I had other plans. I grabbed the wipeout of his hand and got up off the bed, "What are you doing, the crumbs are falling off into the floor!" I ignored him and walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

"You coming?" I yelled, quickly throwing my hair up into a bun with a ponytail I found on the floor.

"Hell yeah." He said, running behind me.

I got in the shower and watched as Spencer stepped in. I could tell he wanted me by the fact his hands never lifted off me. The way the water and his hands worked was like magic, and I had forgotten this oh so lovely feeling. Spencer kissed my lips with hunger, and I pushed with more. I could hardly breathe from how close we were, and how amazing I felt. His hand slowly moved its way down to my clit, and he started going in circular motions, resulting in great feelings on my part. It had been so long since I had gotten the chance to be intimate with him, or even myself, so I knew I wasn't going to last long.

At this point I couldn't focus on his lips anymore, I was breathing fast and trying my best to not show what he's doing with me. Even though Spencer is one of the few people I have left to trust, I don't think he'll ever want to see the kinky side of me. The side of me that I have no idea how he would react to. Spencer's mouth had moved to my neck, looking for a replacement of my lips. He bit down a little bit too hard and I yelped, "Ow! Be careful!"