Somebody's Watching

Chapter 6 *smut*

I look at the shocked doctors face. He smirks and pulls me into a kiss.
"You might regret that when I'm done with you." I never saw Spencer as the dominant type, but god that makes me want him even more. He leads me up to my bedroom and shoves me roughly onto the bed. Just the feeling of being shoved turns me on. I kick off my boots, and pull him closer. He climbs on top of me and we makeout. I start trying to be the dominant one, my usual brattiness taking over. "Don't you even dare, slut." I smirk and try to pin him, which fails miserably. He finds my handcuffs and cuffs me to the headboard. Just hearing his voice calling me a slut turns me into an ocean. He pulls off my dress leaving me just in my black thong, and thigh highs. "You wanted this didn't you? This was your plan all along?" I nod not trusting my voice. He grips my throat and squeezes the sides. Oh my god, he knows what he's doing. His hand leaves my throat and I watch him take off his button-up shirt. The half smirk on his face as he watches me squirm. He loves watching me squirm under his gaze. He's a secret Dom, but definitely not an alpha male like Morgan. Spencer pins me fully down with his body. We start making out until he decides we've made out enough and then he slams himself into me.
"Oooohhhh Spencer!" I moan out my toes curling with the pleasure. He smirks, while using me to satisfy his needs. He gets me right to the point of cumming and then backs off. Fuck I hate denied orgasms!
"You need to ask my permission to cum.You can't hide that you were about to." His smile becomes more and more attractive.
"Can I cum please, Spence?" He keeps thrusting into me making it hard not to.
"Yes." I release the orgasm with a loud scream of pleasure. Thank god this room is sound proof. He uses my shoulders to pull himself deeper. Oh dear lord. He actually knows what he's doing. He lets out a final grunt and we both collapse from the ecstasy. He undoes my handcuffs and pulls me into his chest. I fall asleep with my head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. I wake up at 6, my usual time. I know Spencer brought clothes with him, since he was planning to stay the night. I make us both coffee, His with six sugars, mine with three and creamer. I take it up to the bedroom where he's still asleep, his long hair covering his face. I place the mug on the nightstand next to him, and go to get ready. I pull out a pair of black skinny pants, a purple button up and my black tieks, the heels just aren't practical, probably why Spencer always wears converse. I pull out my shoulder holster set up.