Haven [aaron hotchner x reader]

Eleven

*WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VERY DETAILED SEXUAL ACTIONS, EXPLETIVES, AND DEGRADATION. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION*

(Dedicating this chapter to @reidsbau as chapter 12 of Temporary Touch gave me the idea for this chapter.)

Later that afternoon

You arrived at Hotch's office 5 minutes late, you'd gotten caught up talking with Penelope and Spencer. You knocked on the door and heard his husky voice through the door say, "Come in." You cautiously opened the door and as you were closing the door a hand forced it to shut.

You gasped and turned to face Hotch who's eyes were fiery and his breathing heavy. "I thought we talked about how being late is not acceptable," he said as he snaked a hand around your throat. You clenched your thighs together, angry Hotch turned you on. Glancing down, you saw his large cock constricted through his pants and you knew it turned him on as well.

Your eyes grew wide and you bit your lip, "Sir, I'm so sorry. I was distracted." Hotch bent down his lips leaving sloppy wet kisses across your jaw and down your neck. He began to harshly suck at the skin at the base of your neck. The hand around your throat tilted your head to give him better access.

You gasped wrapping a hand around the base of his neck and pulling him closer to you. Hotch nipped at the skin which caused you to yelp, this was punishment and you weren't at all upset by it.

"Now, I'm going to spank you until I feel you've learned your lesson, do you understand," Hotch says. You nod your head and his hand tightens around your throat, "Use your words, little slut," he says his eyes dark. "Yes, daddy. I understand," you gasp.

Hotch leads you to the desk and bends you over so your chest is pressed against the wood. Hotch's hand slides down your back and across your ass where he spanks you before quickly unbuttoning and pulling down your panties and shorts and kicked them away.

He runs his index up your slit collecting your wetness on his finger causing you to moan. "Mm, you taste so good," Hotch hums as he places his finger in his mouth sucking. You groan the anticipation making you uncomfortable.

Hotch uses his foot to separate your legs, preventing you from clenching your legs, and place a hand on your left hip, pinning you to the desk. "We're going to start with 5 and we'll see if you've learned your lesson," he says as he caresses your left cheek.

His hand quickly lifts and smacks your left cheek, the force slightly pushing you further up the desk. Hotch lifts his hand once again but this time connecting with your right cheek, you squeeze your eyes shut and moan.

Hotch smacked you three more times before leaning down to your ear asking, "Have you learned your lesson?"

You were so wet and your thoughts were jumbled and you weren't able to form a coherent sentence. "Y-y- I-I-," you stutter as you gasped for air. You were so turned on and the stimulation was almost overbearing.