Control Me | A Spencer Reid Story

Part 4

The Next Morning

When his alarm began blaring at the ungodly time of five a.m., Spencer silenced it with a groan, only to roll over to find Lia curled on her side, the silky skin of her shoulder exposed to him. Scrubbing a hand over his face and the stubble he needed to shave, he smirked to himself as he thought back to the night before and their lovemaking. So when she sighed in her sleep, causing his morning erection to suddenly strain, a wicked thought popped into his mind.

Propped on his elbow, he leaned over to her rose-scented body and dropped a gentle kiss on her shoulder, then began trailing his lips up to her neck. His hand slid under the covers to lightly caress her hip, and soon she let out a soft moan.

"Mmmmm...good morning, Dr. Reid," she purred sleepily, arching her back against him like a cat. She giggled when she felt his arousal poking into her. "Someone's eager..."

His hand reached up from her hip to cup her cheek and turn her face to meet his, sealing his lips over hers in a passionate kiss.

"Do you even have time for this?" Lia asked, breaking the kiss to look up at him with eyes dark and full of desire.

"If we're quick," he teased, glancing back at the clock. "Ah...who cares...Garcia is the one who set us up, she can fucking take the fall if I'm late."

Chuckling, Lia ran her hands through his sleep-tousled hair and down his naked back, allowing the tips of her fingers to dip below the waistband of his sweats to tease the muscled flesh of his ass as he turned her fully onto her back beneath him. His lips ravaged a trail along her jaw to just below her ear, drawing low moans from the back of her throat and his cock began to pulsate harder as it reached for the warmth of her body. Reaching between them, Spencer nimbly removed her thong and tossed it over his shoulder to allow his slender fingers to stroke the slick folds at the junction of her legs.

"Already so wet for me, hmmm?" he murmured, as he nuzzled into her neck. Before she could form a coherent reply, he rammed his fingers deep inside her pussy, watching as her face contorted with pleasure.

"Oh fuck!" she cried out, her eyes fluttering closed. One of her hands flew to the sheets to grip them blindly as his fingers pumped steadily within her as his thumb circled her sensitive clit. "Spencer..." she moaned, "you're gonna make me cum."

"I thought that was the idea, Lia."

He grinned as he continued his manual stimulation of her core, feeling the tension build with each passing second; not just within her, but inside himself as well. Curling his fingers to hit a particularly sensitive place inside while simultaneously increasing the speed and friction his thumb applied, he felt her body shudder as her orgasm overtook her in powerful waves, drenching his hand with her juices. As she lay there panting in the aftermath of her intense pleasure, her backpack caught his eyes and an idea popped into his head.

Sitting back from her still-shivering body, Spencer quickly hopped off the bed to walk over to the pack, gaining her full attention.

"What are you doing there, Doctor?"

"I thought I might...try out something..." he said sheepishly.

Lia offered him an encouraging smile and nodded. "Do you want me to help you with anything, or do you have it under control for now?" She paused to meet his eyes. "No pun intended."

Rolling his hazel eyes, he shook his head lightly. "I think I'm okay at the moment, but I may need you when I go to set up. Just...maybe take off your top?"

Turning his back to her once again, he focused his attention on her bag while she finished stripping, and he set about selecting the items he wanted to try. Choosing a simple leather choker and wrist restraint set (since they were the most benign of the options to choose from), a black velvet blindfold, a condom, and extra lube, he returned to the bed nervously. He set the items on the bed and eased his sweatpants and boxers off his hips to pool on the floor, his rock-hard cock springing free to taunt Lia where she sat on the bed.