You'll Never Be Whole Until You Lose Control- Spencer Reid

Chapter 24: don't you worry, you will

"She said:
"I can't find a thing I don't like about you"
And I'm like, "don't worry, you will"
"I don't wanna find a reason to doubt you"
And I'm like, "don't worry, you will"
I'm a freak, I'm a fraud
I'm a child, I'm flawed

She said:
"I can't find a thing I don't like about you"
And I'm like, "don't worry, you will"" Don't You Worry, You Will- Lovely the Band

Author's note: the first part of this chapter is heavy with themes of bdsm, though the second half gives a detailed scene with trauma and references to eating disorders, cannon consistent trauma and dark themes. I will include a trigger warning before any references to those themes! Xo- aquathyst

Anna

We met in a clash of arms and legs, so needy and full of want. Like waves crashing on the shore, we collided. Our shirts were on the floor in seconds, Spencer's hands grazing my breasts in just my bra.

He pushed me down against the mattress, fingers hooking in the waist band of my tights and yanking them down so my bare ass was in the air. I kicked my feet free from them. I let out a gasp as he roughly spread my legs, sliding frenzied fingers between my folds to my clit. "Daddy missed his baby all day. You make it very hard to concentrate when all I can think about is your tight little cunt." His scorching breath and teeth were at the base of my neck, sweeping my hair to the side as he peppered kisses all down my shoulders; somehow despite the heat, he sent shivers across my skin. I could feel his erection on my thigh, straining against his slacks. When I felt his hands disappear from my body, I could hear his belt buckle being undone and the fly of his slacks was pushed down. I tensed but stayed perfectly still as he lined himself at my entrance, his hands firmly on my hips.

"Good girl, stay still, princess," he groaned as he entered me, slowly and gently. His hand moved to grasp in my hair, pushing me further into the mattress. "Fuck, Anna." I was absolutely melting into his skilled hands, everything feeling delightfully warm and fuzzy. I was at his mercy, and I never wanted to be anywhere else. "Daddy's got you," he whispered at my ear.

"Oh, daddy," I whimpered back.

"Does that feel good, baby? Daddy's big cock in your little pussy?" He said as he thrusted into me. "Tell me, sweetheart."

"Fuck yes," I whimpered breathlessly.

His hand came down on my ass, not hard enough to hurt me but enough to make my skin tingle with heat. "Language, princess. Now, do what I said," he let out a grunt as he thrust into me.

Heat colored my cheeks and shut my eyes tightly. "Daddy's big cock feels so good in my little pussy," My hands gripped the blankets, fisting the fabric as he increased his thrusts. I could hear our skin slapping together and swore electric sparks flew from the contact where we became one.

"Good, baby," he stroked the length of my hair with gentle fingers. How he could be so sweet and gentle, yet so firm and dominant at the same time made butterflies fly around my stomach. Spencer was full of darkness and light all at once; violence and sweetness wrapped up in the thorns of a wild rose bush that I let prick against my skin.

He had broken down every wall I had built around myself, standing firm the ash and ruins, where he gathered the broken little girl that remained in his strong arms. She clung to him with bruised fingers and her puffy, reddened eyes gazed up into his, long brown hair in knotted pigtails.

His fingers fisted my locks, and my body arched into his touch in response. "Fuck, you feel so good," he moaned, losing himself in me.

I want to make you feel good. I want to make you feel so good that you forget all the pain you've lived through, my love.