Take Over Me

8. Intensity

You pull into the parking lot of Spencer's apartment complex. Surprisingly, you aren't nervous. You'd think since this is your first time doing this, it would be nerve-racking. But with Spencer, you feel completely safe, not even remotely uneasy.

You lightly knock, and within seconds, Spencer opens the door. As usual, he looks good.

"Hello, Y/N," he says to you, smiling at your presence.

"Hi," you say, and suddenly, he pulls you into his apartment, shutting the door.

Spencer gives you a heated once over and then grabs your neck, bringing your face up to his. Your lips clash, basking in each other's presence.

He stops after a little bit, looking you in the eyes. "Are you ready for this?"

"More than ever," you say between breaths.

"We need a safe word before we can start. Are you familiar with the red, yellow, and green system?"

"Yes." You did do some Googling before you came here.

"Okay," Spencer says, grabbing your hand and taking you into his bedroom. Once you get in there, he makes sure you are facing him. "Strip."

You immediately comply, taking your clothes off. But you make sure you do it slowly. You don't want to give in to him that fast. As you pull off your top, you are left in just your lingerie piece, revealing it to Spencer, and showing him that you are all his.

"Y/N." He lets out a strained breath. "That's the best thing I've ever seen." His eyes travel down your body, not even remotely trying to hide his attraction.

"And you remembered the color I see," he says, smirking. "I am going to have so much fun with you." You feel the heavy tension in the room, waiting for someone, something to break it.

Not being able to stand it much longer, you sit down on the edge of his bed, giving him pleading eyes, and say, "Take over me."

With those words, you realize he can't stand to wait any longer either. Picking you up, he drops you in the middle of his bed. As hovers over you, his lips caress your heated skin, paying special attention to your neck and collarbone.

You wrap your legs around the back of him, pulling him closer against you, and feeling his already hard presence.

"Be patient." Spencer reluctantly pulls himself off of you. Slowly, and teasingly, he takes off your lingerie, eager to strip you naked. Once he does, he pauses. "Stay here. Just like this."

He walks away to another part of his bedroom. With your body craving any kind of friction, you press your legs together, feeling like you're unable to wait. You hear Spencer unlock something that sounds like a chest.

After what feels like forever, Spencer comes back, walking to the side of the bed. You notice he's holding a pair of handcuffs. The wetness between your legs grows excitingly at the thought of him restricting you, being able to take over while you're vulnerable.

He grabs one of your wrists and cuffs it to the bedpost, doing the same to your other wrist as you watch impatiently. And then he moves to your ankles, cuffing them too, but still making sure they aren't too tight.