[💋🥀] 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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VI. punishing love [APRIL HENDRIX]
THE NEXT MORNING WAS strange, to say the very least. I woke up feeling okay, a little bit nervous because of all of these fluttering feelings that I thought would leave after a good nights rest. But they didn't—I couldn't stop thinking about Spencer and I's night. I practically zoned out a million times at work, thinking about how beautiful he looked, completely submitted to me.
And from the looks of it, Spencer felt the same. The entire morning he was quiet as ever, sometimes just staring at a single piece of paper for minutes (which was long considering who he was), and when Derek interrupted his thoughts, Spencer would practically jump and turn bright red.
It was cute, except he had practically ignored me for the whole day. I expected Spencer to be at least professional and speak to me, because then the team wouldn't think anything was going on...but when Spencer didn't make me coffee this morning I knew the others realized something was up. They didn't ask, which I was thankful for, but still.
He always made me coffee. I didn't want to sound needy or feel overly upset over something like this, but Spencer wouldn't just forget. He doesn't forget, which meant that he did it on purpose.
I knew that this was bad. What we did last night was already affecting our workplace relationship...how bad would it be if we continued doing...that?
This was one of the reasons why I never partnered with people I personally knew or saw in my everyday life. Because having sex with someone changed so many things, as much as people say that friends with benefits could work. But the thing was, they couldn't, and especially not with BDSM. Relationships formed during the sex—practically submitting to yourself to someone and putting your life in their hands was more than enough to build a bond.
I'd already broken two of my personal rules for Spencer. The first one was that I would never play with someone I personally knew, and the second was that I wouldn't promise someone that we'd do it again, because I usually didn't want to play with someone more than once. The only exception would be my boyfriends, and even then it was just hard for me to let them into this side of me. And I couldn't have normal sex...so that just left me with absolutely nothing in the end.
So imagine how I was feeling to know that Spencer Reid, the first man I'd ever made exceptions for, just disregarding the fact that we needed to stay the same as we already were during work. He was making this worse for us, even when I made him cum last night, probably gave him the best orgasm ever, cuddled with him—and he does this.
Yeah, I was a little mad.
I told myself that I shouldn't be so hard on him since he was obviously new at all of this...but I wanted to be. I wanted to teach him a lesson for disobeying me, even if he didn't mean to in the first place.
