[💋🥀] 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦
'𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘺
in which a case involving BDSM causes
𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗱 and 𝗮𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘅 to fall
into the other's arms.
includes explic...
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V. untouchable woman [SPENCER REID]
THERE WERE MANY WAYS to explain how I was feeling. My wise friend Derek Morgan would refer it as me being 'whipped' and JJ would call it something childish like 'puppy-dog love.' But in my own words, this feeling was far beyond those flimsy terms. The moment I felt Apri's lips on mine—everything seemed to click in place and set in motion. These bottled up feelings I had for her were unraveling and I knew now that I wasn't going to let her slip between my fingertips anymore.
April Hendrix was unlike any woman I have seen. And of course anyone with a crush would say that, but this attraction was much deeper. She was a goddess to me, and I put her on a pedestal because she belonged there. That was clear in the way I enjoyed being shoved around by this girl—because she was superior, and I would do anything to please her.
I don't think I've ever degraded myself so far for a woman until now. In society this is frowned upon and it should'be made me feel pathetic—but it didn't. Because April brought me up and made me feel valued in the end. I realized that I liked being touched this way when it came to the right person.
And it was literally just a damn handjob with some toy. I wouldn't get off so hard on something like that, but watching April and being controlled by her like a puppet was what made it feel so good.
Another factor was how I was desperately holding back, trying not to touch her, grab her, flip us over, or fight back—all of those things I was so tempted to do and held back for obvious reasons. Maybe that was another reason why it felt so good—because I knew I had been stripped of my power. And it was just addicting.
April was addicting. I wanted her so badly. I wanted all of her and everything she could give me. I wanted to keep on doing this, try new things—and maybe one day she'd let our dynamics switch. But for now, I was content with being her sub.
I was content with anything. As long as she stay here, in my arms, I'd let her do anything to me. I saw the hesitance written all over her face when I asked her to cuddle with me, because I was hesitant as well. These types of relationships should only be for sex and nothing else, but I just couldn't help it—after that intense orgasm I couldn't just leave and be alone. I felt the need for April to hold me.
And so that was what she did. Or rather, she let me hold her—I didn't mind though, because it was equally as comforting. April seemed to fit perfectly in my arms, her body molded right against mine. She was completely silent, probably thinking and thinking in that loud brain of hers. She was an over-thinker.
I finally broke the silence and for her attention. "Thank you for tonight." I whispered softly, snuggling closer to her.
"Did you have fun?" April asked, lifting her head from my chest to gaze at me. I bit my lip and nodded with a smile.
