Blinded by Hate | a.hotchner

Chapter 10*

Warning: Sexual Content

Looking down you see a head between your legs with dark hair. Waves of pleasure were rolling through your body and moans were leaving your mouth. Your hands were entwined in the short locks of dark hair and your hips ground down on the mouth connected to your clit. Two fingers pushed into your pussy, curling up to hit your g-spot. The head turned up to reveal the face of Aaron Hotchner. He crawled up to your face, kissing you roughly. Without warning, he plunged into you, both of you letting out a loud moan. His fingers dug into your hips as he thrust deep inside you. You could feel yourself getting close to cumming, and right as you were about to fall over the edge....

You jolted awake, you could feel a puddle of wetness in between your legs. That was the fourth dream you had had about Hotch since you left his office a week ago. It was Monday again and you weren't going to be late, so you pulled yourself out of bed and got into the shower. You had slept through your first alarm, so you wouldn't have time to take care of the ache between your legs. After quickly washing yourself, you got out of the shower and brushed your hair. Deciding to let your hair air dry, you applied minimal make-up and got dressed for work. It was starting to get colder in Virginia, so you put on a nice pair of jeans and a long sleeved button down. You went with miss-matched socks for luck and a pair of low topped blue chucks. Once in the kitchen, you made yourself a quick cup of coffee and made your way to work.

It was a quiet day in the office, no cases had come in. You were supposed to be working on a recommendation for a field office in Texas, but you were thinking about your dream. Glancing up to Hotch's office, you saw him looking out into the bullpen at you. Like she could smell it, Emily caught on too. She coughed obnoxiously loud at you, which you glared at her for. Taking your eyes off of Emily, you pulled your phone out and when into your messages.

Y/n: You should invite me into your office so that you can punish me for not doing my work, Daddy.

Looking up, you saw Hotch grab his phone and read your messages. When he looked back down into the bullpen, you popped another button open on your shirt.

"I swear, y/n. If you go have sex with him in his office, I will walk in and quit while you are doing it." Emily warned you. Your phone buzzed and both yours and Emily's eyes dropped to your desk.

Picking your phone up, a dark flush spread across your face as you read the text.

Hotch: I would love to, little girl. I'd love to bend you over my desk like the whore you are, but we have work to do.

You could feel wetness start to pool in between your thighs again.

Y/n: Pleaseeee, Daddy? It's been so long since I've came.

Hotch: Oh little girl, I will make you cum, but you need to be patient.

Y/n: I had a dream about you this morning, Daddy ;)

After sending the text, your phone left your hand. You looked up to see Emily holding your phone, reading the messages between you and Hotch. Quickly standing, you reached for your phone, but Emily moved it out of your reach. After she was done reading, she handed you your phone back with a smug look on her face.

She laughed before speaking "My. God. Y/n. You really are dirty, I thought I was just making that up from that one night." She whispered to you, a wave of red spreading across your face.

When your phone buzzed again, you both read the text from Hotch.

Hotch: Oh really? What happened? Was Daddy teaching you a lesson for being naughty?

Looking up from your phone to Hotch's office, he saw that Emily had also read the message. She was laughing behind you as she saw Hotch shut the blinds and walk over to the door.