Blinded by Hate | a.hotchner

Chapter 5*

Warning: Sexual Content

From the moment you got in Hotch's car, his hand was on your thigh. It started right above your knee. Every few minutes, he would inch his hand up a little higher. The anticipation was practically killing you. With each inch his hand moved, you felt your chest tighten. He finally reached your throbbing core, sliding his finger over your covered slit. You sighed at the contact, glad that he finally gave into your desires. He hooked his finger into your panties and moved them to the side, plunging his middle finger into your cunt. A stifled moan slipped out as he continued to move his finger, curling it slightly to hit your g-spot.  You bit your lip, so it acted as a gate to keep your moans in.

"I want to hear you little girl, just let it all out." He told you, your reply consisting of a loud moan.

His thumb pressed down on your highly sensitive clit, circling it in time with his finger. Your eyes closed and you threw your head back at the pleasure. Without warning, he quickly withdrew his hand, you gasping at the loss of sensation. Opening your eyes, you saw that you had made it to his house. You didn't even notice the car stop, or turn off.

He quickly got out, you following in the same matter. After unlocking the door, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into his house. Wasting no time, he pressed his lips against yours, reaching behind you to push the door closed. He walked you backwards, pressing you up against the door. You could feel his full erection pressing against your thigh as he kissed down your neck. He left a line of hickeys down your throat, biting the last one lightly. You moaned at the feeling of his teeth on your neck. His warm tongue slid up from the base of your neck to the bottom of your chin, before reconnecting his lips with yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist, sighing into the kiss as he carried you to his bedroom.

He set you down on his bed with a simple instruction.

"Strip." He tells you before turning on his heel and leaving you alone in his room.

You quickly removed all your clothes, sitting on the edge of the bed. After a while Hotch returned, holding a pair of hand cuffs in his hands. You almost moaned at the sight, but you kept quiet. He raised his eyebrows slightly, silently asking if you were okay with it. You nodded eagerly before holding your wrists out to him, looking at him with wide eyes and a pouty lip.

"Keep looking at me like that little girl, and I'll be sure you regret it." He growled at you.

He attached the chain between your wrists to the hook in the middle of his headboard. Standing up straight again, he began removing his garments one at a time, taking his time. He started with his blazer, then his button down. You groaned at his snail like pace, but immediately wished you could take it back. He heard your wordless opinion and instantly slowed his pace. Unbuckling his belt and pulling it off, loop by loop. He then unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them at an agonizing pace. He toed his shoes off and pulled his socks off, and then pulled his pants off. He folded all his clothes before stacking them up on his dresser. Finally, he peeled off his boxers, freeing his large boner.

Sighing at the godlike man before you, you squeezed your thighs together wanting any type of release. He moved towards you, the bed dipping he crawled towards. His lips attached to yours, you moaned into his mouth at the contact. He kissed down your neck and into the valley of your breasts, continuing down your stomach. His hands trailing after his mouth, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You saw the red and purple marks he left in on your skin, which made you even more wet. You saw his head turn as he kissed the inside of your thighs, denying you his mouth where you really wanted it.

"Hotch, please" You pleaded, pulling against your restraints. The cuffs digging deep into your wrists.

"I've already told you once, and I won't tell you again little girl. You either call me Daddy, or nothing at all." He growled as he reached to grip your jaw.