Blinded by Hate | a.hotchner

Chapter 4*

Warning: Sexual Content

The elevator ride up to the 6th floor of the FBI building was filled with a loud silence. As the doors opened, everyone stepped out. Hotch was the last one to enter the bullpen, still wearing the angry expression he had since the second he knew you were okay in Atlanta. His face practically didn't move the entire flight, he was almost statue like.

"Y/n, my office. Now." Hotch growled at you

"Everyone else, leave." He told the rest of the team.

You stood at your desk, saying a silent goodbye to everyone and maybe your job. Once everyone had left, you made your way up to Hotch's office, knocking before entering.

Hotch said nothing. He was sitting in the chair behind his desk, his head in his hands. He looked up as you took a seat in front of him. The silence in the room was louder than a jet engine. You waited for the real explosion.

"Sir, is there something you wanted to say?" You forced yourself to ask, not wanting to know the answer. You also decided against a mocking nickname, knowing that it would only make your situation much, much worse.

"What you did back in Atlanta was extremely unprofessional and reckless." he spoke with an unwaveringly calm voice, that sent a chill down your spine and the gravel in his voice sent a shock to your core. You could not be more confused, he never had this type of effect on you. Wetness pooled in between your legs as he continued to talk.

"You went against direct orders from me and almost got yourself killed in the process, not to mention you have been acting like a brat for months." He said, walking briskly to his door and shutting it with a snap. Him calling you a brat made you squeeze your thighs together in anticipation.

The slam of the door made you jump, putting you more on edge. The last time you were in his office and he closed his door like that, there was a very loud argument that followed. However this time, you didn't sense that same hostility. There was a different type of tension in the air. You took a breath to speak, but he cut you off.

"I guess the only way for me to keep you in line is to punish you." He said shortly.

The heat in your core radiated out, and your breath quickened, as you looked up at him with an innocent look. He grabbed you by the arm, pulling you to a standing position. He set his left hand on your hip, his right hand moving up to your throat. He didn't apply any pressure, just set it lightly on your neck, so you knew he had control.

Normally your first action would be to slap him across the face, but instead you moaned softly at the feeling of his large hand around your neck. You leaned into his touch, feeling his hand snake around to your lower back. He pulled you flush against him, and moved his right hand to grip your jaw tightly. You whimpered at feeling of his quickly hardening cock against your stomach.

He tilted your head up and you locked eyes with him. His eyes hardened at the sight of you, a whimpering mess under his hand. Hotch moved his large hand to the back of your head and pulled you forcefully into a kiss. It was electric, sending a spark from your lips straight to your core. He kissed you with a hungry, bruising force. You wrapped your arms around his neck and moaned into his mouth, his cock twitching at the sound. He tapped your thighs as a signal for you to wrap your legs around him.

His arms then wrapped around your waist, pulling you further into his embrace. Hotch walked to the wall behind you, slamming you against it hard. You let out a sinfully loud moan at the hard contact of the wall against your back. He rolled his hips into yours, you letting out another moan at the contact of his hard cock against your clothed core. You took a moment to thank your past self for wearing a skirt on the ride home.

You moved your hands to his chest, feeling his heart beat for a moment, before removing his tie and his blazer. He set you back down on the ground, and pushed his hands under the hem of your shirt. His callused hands leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he moved to unclip your bra. You finally broke the kiss to remove your shirt and let your unclasped bra fall to the ground. He never broke eye contact as he moved to take one of your nipples into his mouth, moving his hand to roll your other nipple in his fingers. You cried out at the waves of pleasure radiating from his hand and mouth.

"Hotch" you moaned, throwing your head back in ecstasy.

He stopped for a moment, grabbing your jaw to force you to look at him. You whining at the loss of contact.

"Daddy." He told you shortly. Your stomach flipping as he spoke.

You moaned in response before correcting yourself

"Oh, daddy" you cried as he pushed you to your knees.

You kept your eyes on his as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Taking matters into your own hands, you pulled his pants and boxers down in one motion. Your jaw dropped as his fully hard cock slapped against his stomach, the tip shinning with precum. He started to unbutton his dress shirt, his chest slick with sweat.

You moved forwards, licking a stripe up his cock and closing your lips around the tip of his dick. He moaned at the contact and jutted his hips forwards slightly. You swirled your tongue around his tip, teasing him. Aaron Hotchner never puts up with teasing so he moved his hand to grip you hair tightly before shoving his entire cock into your mouth. The tip hitting the back of your throat, tears springing to your eyes. You moaned around his length and gagged lightly at the intrusion.

"I do not tolerate teasing little girl." he growled at you. Your eyes glassed over as the lack of oxygen made it hard to focus on anything but him. He pulled your hair, moving your head off his cock and let you take a breath before slamming his dick further into your mouth, your nose hitting his abdomen. You relaxed your jaw and swallowed, he groaned at the feeling of your throat contracting around him. He took your slacked jaw as permission to move his dick at his own pace. He held your head still and started to move his cock in and out your mouth, starting slow but quickly picking up his speed.

"Take that you little slut, fuck, you really think you can defy my orders?" he grunted out as he continued to fuck your face hard. He bottomed out in your throat again, holding his cock there. You gagged again and moaned, looking up into his eyes with the most innocent look in your eyes you could muster. You swallowed hard around his cock and moaned, forcing him over the edge. He came with a loud grunt, shooting his hot cum down your throat. You lapped up every last drop, relishing in the taste.

"You did good, little girl." he said as he helped you to your feet. You smiled lightly, still breathing heavy. He tucked himself back into his pants and buttoned up his shirt.

"How about I take you home and show you how good you really did." You nodded, not being able to produce words. You were still in shock that your boss, someone you absolutely loathed, just came in your mouth. Much less, you let him do it and wanted him to do it again. You weren't quite sure why you let him, you're supposed to hate him. Nonetheless, you were going home with him, not wanting to take the time to figure out what this means.

He handed you your discarded shirt and bra and turned around to let you get dressed, like he hadn't just had his cock shoved down your throat. You quickly got dressed and went to grab your things at your desk. He stepped out of his office, clearing his throat to get your attention. Which is something that would make you roll your eyes, but you didn't react at all. Ignoring the small voice in your head telling you that this is a bad idea, you headed out of the office with him and followed him to his work issued SUV.