Jail changed Spencer Reid.
At first, it was just little things here and there. But then it got worse and worse until he was out of control.
Now, he's doing the things he spent his whole life stopping. And then he meets her. Will she be the one to...
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Content Warnings: adults with an age gap [10 years], dom/sub dynaminc, daddy kink, degradation (terms used: pup, little one, little girl, dumb baby, slut whore), praise, hair pulling, choking, oral (male receiving), she compares Reid to the devil, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, indication of subspace, after care. (if i missed anything, lemme know)
I'd fallen asleep about ten hours into the trip, the excitement and adrenaline knocking me on my ass. Spencer drove, getting us out of Virginia and not stopping until we hit Florida. I was awoken by soft shaking.
"Wake up, princess. We're gonna stop off for the night." I looked around, the warm muggy air causing my hair to frizz slightly. I stretched, yawning and squinting from the shitty white lights.
The motel was run-down, sub-par to say the least. But I didn't care, it was a bed to sleep in. Spencer brought our bags in as I trudged behind him, feet shuffling as exhaustion took over. "Don't sit down yet, I have to change the sheets." He made quick work of stripping the bed, pulling out sheets from the bag he apparently had with him. I offered to help but he said he had it. So, I let him do it. And when he was done, I plopped on the bed and let out a big sigh.
I felt the bed dip beside me, Spencer's hand moving to rub circles in my back. I pulled my face out of the blankets, shooting him a sleepy smile. "You're so beautiful, pup." He observed as he pushed my hair out of my face.
"You're beautiful too, Spence," I muttered. He leaned down, placing a small kiss on my forehead. But even in my tired state, I wanted more. I gripped his face, pulling him to my lips. The kiss was tame at first, our lips fitting together in perfect synch. But it didn't take long for it to grow needy.
Spencer ran his tongue over my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I rolled over, granting him said access as he moved to take his position over me. His hips ground into mine, causing me to let out a small moan into our kiss. He smirked, pulling back so he could look at me, "needly little pet, are we?"
I blushed, my eyes moving from his. He gripped my cheeks, puckering my lips, "such a pretty little pet I have." I couldn't stop the tingling between my legs even if I wanted to. He moved off of me, beckoning me forward with his finger. I stood, my cheeks burning under his intense gaze.
"Strip. All of it. Now." His tone was clipped and slightly cold. But it didn't matter, it went straight to your core. You slipped off your shirt, then your bra, throwing it in the corner of the room before peeling off your leggings. You couldn't help but blush at the visible wet patch. And by the time you got your panties down, you were dripping.
Spencer held his hand out, "I'll take those." You step towards him, placing your panties in his hand, eyes growing wide as he shoves them in his pocket. "Knees." I dropped instantly, my eyes never leaving his as my mouth dropped open and my tongue hung out. Waiting. Waiting to be good. Waiting to be claimed. Waiting to be ruined.
