Pleasures a Crime Worth Committing

Chapter Eight: Doms and Subs

The list continued with a mix of yes and no. Asking about birth control and the injection, both of which you have. You could tell when he asked about something he was into because he would look up at you, almost seeking out a behavioral response. Hardly enough, he did this exact thing when he was asking you about if you were into pegging. You through Spencer was a hard dom. Maybe you were wrong after all. After he finished his list he asked if you had any more questions.

"Are you a hard dominant or a switch? Based on your question about pegging."

" I actually can be a switch sometimes. I usually like to dominate in the relationship, but if I'm feeling like it, I can become extremely submissive. Are you the same way?" Spencer asked.

You and him kind of went silent for a second. You were shocked in disbelief that Spencer Reid would be in do you pegging him. You could be a switch at sometimes as well, you were almost a perfect 50/50.

"Do you need me to put something in your mouth to close it? Your jaw is on the floor."

Spencer is getting increasingly more careless about what he's saying.

" Again Y/N, does The idea of me having you forced onto your knees by me, sitting like a dog with a collar wrapped around your neck, just waiting for my orders turn you on?"

He was referring back to the text he sent you not long ago. The simple answer was yes. This was turning you on. You had to wiggle in your booth to try and adjust yourself. The wetness between your legs was increasing.

"Yes or no sir." He whispered. You could feel his strong, aggressive hand trailing up your leg. Still looking at the menu he whispered into your ear:

"Roll down your knickers. I want to feel how much you enjoy this." Him staring at you, waiting for you to follow his orders. You could feel the slick, smooth liquid covering your underwear. Giving in, you slowly wiggles your underwear down and felt his hand reappearing on your upper thigh. His warm touch felt good on your cool skin. His hand began crawling higher up your thigh. Causing your hairs to stand up. Just as the waiter began walking towards your booth, he whispered in your ear once again.

"Don't make a noise Y/N, I want you quiet. Understand?"

"Yes sir." You let out, trying to have your words cover your gasps. The waiter asked what you would like to order.
"I would like the steak, medium rare, the lady will have the Cesar salad. No appetizers, and just two waters."

A Cesar salad? Was he trying to make you mad?

" What was that about?" You asked

"What did I say about talking, you just earned yourself a strike. Now, no more speaking or ill swing you onto this table and spank you right now."
You could feel his hand moving closer to your folds. He slowly opened your lips.

"I want you to taste yourself, your being a dirty girl under the table." As he spoke, you almost forgot it was Spencer who is talking to you. This was a totally different person. He began to lift his hand to the table. You could see your own wetness on his two fingers.

"Open your mouth." He commanded.

You did as he said, opening you mouth and he put his fingers in. You could taste the sweetness of your own come.

"Suck my fingers clean, I want there to be nothing left."

Sucking on his fingers, you could see from under the table cloth he was getting off. The crease in his groin area growing. He liked this, just as much as you. Once you finished, you felt like everyone was staring at you in the restaurant, even though no one had even looked at you or Spencer. You think he picked this booth on purpose, it was secluded and no one could see what he was secretly doing under the table. He slowly moved his hand back under the table, moving his middle and forefinger into your entrance. You let out a small gasp. He used his thumb to circle you clit and he moved his fingers slowly. While doing this, he was just looking around the restaurant, like anyone else there.