The Secret Side of The BAU

Derek's Nightmares

After that Friday night with Aaron, Daddy and I had kind of laid off the anal. I was still wearing my plug to keep my ass nice and relaxed, but Daddy hadn't really taken advantage of it.

Instead, Daddy had been more about the CNC portion of our play. Since I had already consented to the terms in the contract a few months back, it wasn't really discussed much. Daddy would just bend me over and take me whenever he wanted. He didn't really do it much at work since our coworkers hadn't consented to being exposed to our sex lives.

But, if I were at his house, anything was fair game. I could be napping and he'd climb in the bed and slide his cock deep inside me. Or at 3 am if a case really fucked with him. We usually slept on our sides so he could hold me. But those cases that took away his sleep, he was balls deep inside me thrusting away to get rid of the nightmares.

Then there was the one really bad case that robbed him of his sleep for weeks. He'd tried everything to get rid of the bad thoughts but nothing had worked. Then, I had an idea. The one thing he hadn't allowed himself to do to me yet. I laid on my back and pulled him on top of me. I wrapped my legs high up on his waist and I inserted his dick inside me myself.

"Baby, we've already tried this. It's not gonna work." He sounds defeated and I hate it.

"We've tried our normal sex. You haven't let yourself take your stress out on me. You haven't trusted yourself enough to go to that dark place that you need to. Choke me. Fuck me as hard as you want. I promise I'm not that fragile. You won't hurt me." I whisper back, rubbing my hand softly down his cheek. He turns his head and kisses the inside of my wrist.

"Are you sure? You're okay with this?" He checks. I giggle.

"Baby if I wasn't okay with it, I wouldn't have suggested it. Please. Use me. Take out all of your frustration on me. I trust you. You need to trust you." He smiles and kisses my forehead.

Experimentally, he flexes his hips hard once; the force jolting me up the bed slightly. I nod, encouraging him to keep going. He does it again and he growls deep. He's going to that place. He's almost exactly where I want him. He buries his face in my neck and nips at my skin as he starts a rough, sobering rhythm inside me. His other hand comes up and gently strokes the opposite side of my neck. He's working up the courage to choke me.

I moan and whimper as loud as I can for him. Wanting him to know I'm enjoying this. He's not hurting me. He finally finds his groove and it's blissful. Intoxicating even. I can't help but to drag my nails up and down his broad back as he annihilates my body in the most beautiful way.

And then, he pulls his head from my neck and looks deep into my eyes. They're darker than I've ever seen. A chill runs down my spine. He places one hand on the headboard behind me and then his other hand closes deliciously over my throat and this is it. This is the side of him that he needs to unleash to make those ugly nightmares leave him alone.

Something clicks in him when he sees the calmness on my expression. He sees that I'm not scared of him and it reassures him. So, with that confirmation, Derek plummets deep inside my loins. Faster, harder, deeper than I thought he could go. His hand clenches and releases around my throat periodically. I look into his eyes and I see the torture from the last few weeks. I rub my thumb across his brow, hoping to calm him further. He bares his teeth and keeps stroking hard and deep inside me. He's not ready to come back to me.

So I wait. Letting him use me however he needs to. Taking every ounce of punishment to my body. Knowing I'm going to be sore for days, but as long as he's not plagued by these nightmares anymore, I don't care about the pain.

Finally, his body tightens and I know he's about to cum. His hand lets go of my throat and plants itself beside my head as I reach up and pull him down into a kiss. That seems to be what breaks him as I feel his cum invade my inner walls and that's when I notice something else. He's crying.

I gently wipe the tears off his face as we continue kissing. I want to let him pull away first. Once he does, I look at him again. He looks like the man I know. A lot less tortured.

"I'm sorry." He whispers.

I place my finger against his lips. "None of that. You needed me tonight. I'm just glad I could be there for you."

"Nobody's ever done for me what you did. You continue to amaze me, Skye." And with that we manage to finally get some good sleep, wrapped in each other's arms.