When The World Ends

Chapter 25: Recovery

Hotch, Spencer, and I waited until the rest of the team left the office.

Group Message from: Baby Girl to: A-A-Ron, Daddy <3, Me
Cameras are off.
I'm not going to ask.

I smiled and went back to my paperwork, waiting for Hotch's cue. I heard the office door opened but kept my eyes on my work.

"Agents, please come into my office." Hotch said.

I sighed, closed my folder, and stood, walking up to the office. Spencer followed behind me.

"Close the door, Reid," Hotch said as we stepped in.

Spencer silently obeyed.

I stood behind the chair in front of Hotch's desk. "Is there a problem?"

Hotch met my eyes, "Please take off your jacket, (Y/N)."

I smiled a little, "Are you propositioning me, Agent Hotchner?"

"You know that's not what he meant, (Y/L/N)," Reid said from close behind me.

Before I could respond, Hotch held up his hand to silence us both. "Thank you, Reid, but I can handle this," he turned his attention back to me. "You know that's not what I'm doing. Take it off."

I slowly took off my jacket and laid it over the back of the chair, pulling my sleeves down with the tips of my fingers.

"Now please roll up your sleeves."

I bit my lip. I felt Spencer's hand brush my hip gently, reassuringly. I undid the buttons on my shirt sleeves, rolling them up slowly. I kept my inner arms facing my body.

Instead of asking me to do anything else, Aaron nodded at Spencer. Before I could react, Spencer had grabbed my arms and turned them so they were facing our boss; my scars were faded, but clearly still there.

I growled with annoyance and pulled my arms out of Spencer's grip, shoving my sleeves down. "Is there anything else you want, Sir?"

Aaron's eyes flashed at the honorific. "Actually, yes, there is."

I raised an eyebrow as he opened a desk drawer and pulled something out.

"Put this on." He held out a thin leather collar.

I bit my lip, feigning trepidation. "Why? What if I don't want to?"

"You can leave any time you want," Spencer said quietly from behind me. "The door isn't locked."

"But if you don't leave, you're going to do what we say," Aaron continued. "No arguments, no questions. You'll either obey or use a safeword." He stood, leaning over his desk so we were inches apart. "Well?"

I wordlessly held out my hand for the collar. Aaron smiled and handed it over. I reached behind myself and handed the thin leather to Spencer, who understood, reaching around to put it on. I relaxed a little at the feeling, something that didn't go unnoticed by either man.

"She likes it," Spencer said to Aaron, meeting his eyes above me. "She's reacting so well."

"She wants to be good for us," Aaron agreed. "Let's see how good she'll be."

Spencer trailed one hand up my waist and pressed his lips against my ear. "Face me and kneel."

I turned and dropped to my knees in one smooth movement, spreading my legs and clasping my hands behind my back. I kept my eyes on the ground, waiting for either of them to say anything. I heard Aaron walk from behind the desk and towards me, but I forced myself to stay still. I felt someone run their hand through my hair, then they jerked me back to look up: I gasped as I looked up, realizing it was Aaron's hand in my hair.