Every Me And Every You - Seven
As you entered Spencer’s apartment your chest was filled with nerves again.
Spencer took your overnight bag into his bedroom before asking if you wanted anything to drink.
“I presume alcohol is out of the question?” you remembered his comments from the first time.
“You can have a small glass of wine. I just didn’t want anything clouding your judgement the first time. You need to be in control with this.” He pulled a bottle of white wine out and poured two glasses, handing one to you.
“Which is a strange thing to say considering you’re the one doing the controlling here,” you said, taking a small sip of the cool liquid.
“This is the thing you need to understand. I may be giving the commands but you’re the one that’s actually in control of the situation. If you call a safe word, we stop. If you tell me you’re uncomfortable with doing something, we don’t do it. If you tell me you specifically want to try something, then we can try it. Knowing that you want these things, however much you ‘act’ like you don’t, is what gives me pleasure. Seeing your reactions to what I do or say is what I enjoy. But as soon as you say it’s too much, then we stop. You’re in complete control here.”
“But I’m a complete novice at this. Does it not annoy you having to explain things to me, or that I might not be willing to go as far as your previous partners have? How can it turn you on being with someone who doesn’t know what they’re doing?” You took another sip of your drink, seeing his eyebrows furrow and his lips purse in thought.
“Y/N, you might think you don’t know what you’re doing but a lot of this is intuition. Your sarcastic comments in the restaurant about me cutting up your food and me ordering for you? I’m sure you’ve read enough about Dom/sub relationships now to know that things like that are likely to happen. I’d say you were baiting me. Wanting a reaction.”
Thinking back, you realised he was right. If you were playing the good little sub you’d have shut up and not commented. But you’d wanted to see what he’d say or do.
“As for your limitations….. With this, often you don’t know your limits until you test them, hence the need for safe words. And finally, wondering how this can turn me on. Watching you react, seeing you get visibly flustered, the way your lips part softly and that sharp intake of breath you give when you’re shocked by something I’ve said. That gets me ridiculously hard. You weren’t the only one hiding something in that restaurant.”
“Okay, so I’m in control. What if I wanted to actually be the one giving the orders?” You hadn’t thought about this before, but whilst you were on the topic of control you figured you might as well ask.
“I’ve mentioned previously that I prefer acting as the ‘Top’, I assume you’re now familiar with that term?“ He checked.
You were, Tops and bottoms.
“I’ve Topped from the bottom a few times, meaning I….”
“I know what that means,” you interrupted him. It meant he’d give instructions to a sub on how to ‘punish’ him. He’d receive the pain but still technically be the Dominant one as he’d be instructing them on what to do.
“Don’t interrupt me again Y/N, or I’ll add another strike,” he said cooly, taking a drink.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.
“No you’re not. But anyway, in the relationships I’ve had I’ve generally been the Dominant one, I’ve tried it the other way and whilst it didn’t turn me completely off, it wasn’t as big a thrill. That could just be the partners I was with though. If it’s something you genuinely want to try with me at some point then I’ll give it another go.”
“That’s good to know.”
“Not for the moment.”
“Good. Now come and sit on my couch with me Y/N. There’s a film on I’d like to watch.”
“Oh! I thought we were….. ”
“All in good time.”
He walked over to his couch and sat in the middle, meaning wherever you sat, you’d be directly next to him. You followed him and sat down. Spencer switched his TV on using the remote, turning it to one of the movie channels where you could see that Mulholland Drive had not long started. You’d seen it before, a few times and you knew Reid had too, you’d had a conversation about it a few months ago.
“Comfortable? Good. Now I don’t want to hear a peep out of you for this whole film okay?”
You nodded, knowing this was a command.
Twenty minutes in you felt a hand on your thigh, Spencer’s soft fingertips stroking the exposed skin. You dragged your bottom lip between your teeth and glanced at him. His gaze was fixed intently on the screen.
His hand crept higher and higher, pushing the fabric of your dress up as he went until he was caressing the very tops of your thighs.
Your eyes had closed and you were concentrating on keeping your breathing quiet, but it was incredibly hard. What he was doing felt so good, sending shivers through you.
“Part your legs Y/N,” Spencer instructed, a hoarseness to his voice.
You did as you were told, your legs falling open.
Spencer shifted his hand so that it was lightly gripping the top of your inside thigh, his hand in such a way that his pinkie finger was pressed against your folds.
You breathed in deeply.
“Try to keep the noise down Y/N. You’re a very heavy breather sometimes and I’m trying to watch this. And open your eyes. You’ll miss the movie.”
You did as he wished, opening your eyes and staring at the screen, not actually taking in anything that was happening.
His hand remained still for the next fifteen minutes and you tried to regain control of your breathing again.
A finger twitched and you flinched, almost letting out a gasp but stopping yourself. He’d brushed against your clit.
You started counting in your head, needing something to focus on.
Seven minutes and twenty seven seconds later, he did it again. Your hands clenched up and you pressed your mouth tightly shut.
Fourteen minutes passed before he moved again and this time it was his whole hand that moved, adjusting himself so he was now cupping you. The temptation to grind against his hand was almost killing you.
“Do you have any idea idea how wet you are Y/N?” Spencer turned to look at you.
You were acutely aware that you were very probably coating his hand right now. You nodded, needing to respond but remembering you weren’t meant to speak.
“Good girl.” He smiled approvingly. Had that been a test to see whether you’d speak?
Six minutes and thirty nine seconds went by until he started circling your clit with his forefinger, your eyes falling shut again and your lips parting.
The tiniest gasp escaped your chest as he pressed on your sensitive bundle of nerves moving it from left to right repeatedly.
He didn’t say anything about the noise you’d made, continuing his movements.
The next gasp was louder, you couldn’t stop it.
“Do I have to gag you, Y/N? Anymore noise and I’ll add another strike.”
Jesus. You shook your head in case he was watching for an answer.
Think about something else, anything other than what he was doing.
You couldn’t. His fingers were rubbing faster and harder. You opened your eyes and glanced down at him, noticing a bulge had formed, the fabric of his pants now tighter against one leg. Good. At least this was affecting him too.
You were doing well, your breathing was heavier but you’d managed to stop the gasps, your mouth opening wide and you grimacing instead as your orgasm started to build. You could do this, it was just like when you’d needed to get off in college and your room mate had been asleep in a bed two feet away from you.
Until he ran his finger down your slit and entered you.
“Stand up Y/N.” Spencer’s hand retreated entirely, him wiping it on his trousers.
Your cheeks burned red as you stood.
“Walk around to arm of the couch and bend over it.”
You did as he instructed, your legs feeling shaky as you walked. You bent over, resting your arms against the cushions.
Spencer still hadn’t moved. You started your count again wondering how long he’d make you wait.
Only five minutes this time.
He stood up and adjusted his pants before walking around behind you.
“Raise your dress.”
Oh crap. Oh God.
You lifted the hem of your dress, exposing yourself to him.
Spencer ran his hands up your legs, pushing them slightly further apart.
When he reached the top, he dragged his fingers slowly from front to back trailing them all the way between your cheeks until he reached to base of your spine. You could feel the moisture he’d dragged with him, drying cooly on your skin.
Palming a cheek softly, he spoke.
“Four times. Three for the restaurant and one for the noise.”
You nodded, your hands digging into the cushions in anticipation.
His hand left your cheek and two seconds later you felt a rush of air before it reconnected. Hard.
Your knees buckled slightly but you forced yourself to stay still, heat rushing to your bottom and your skin stinging.
Twenty seconds later and he slapped you again. This one harder, the noise echoing in your ears. He’d struck the same cheek and the sting now intensified.
“FUCK!” you gasped out, your eyes widening at the pain.
The pain you could stop any second. But you knew you weren’t going to.
Then next one came quicker, on your other buttock. Your thighs being thrown against the armrest with the force. You grunted.
Your breathing was now heavier than ever and as you steadied your legs, you could feel that the dampness between them had increased.
“That’s three.” Spencer’s own breathing had grown shallow and he rested his hand momentarily against your burning skin.
Feeling it retreat once more, you braced yourself.
You cried out at the last slap, it seeming harder than the rest and you slumped, your chest and face resting on the couch cushions, your ass still raised.
Your weren’t sure if you were allowed to move, but you weren’t sure if you even could. Your legs felt like jelly.
You heard rustling behind you and moments later you felt bare skin and something hard pressed against your stinging behind as Spencer’s hand reached around to your front and pulled you away from the arm rest slightly.
Now able to access you, he started rubbing your clit again, grinding his erection against your sore buttocks.
You were gasping in pleasure in no time at all, the sensation of him working your clit overcoming the burning you felt.
His other hand pushed your legs apart and he slowly entered you.
“Fuck, your so tight Y/N,” he groaned as he filled you.
He began to thrust gently at first, and then harder and faster, one hand gripping tightly onto your hip bone as he deftly massaged your throbbing nut with the other.
His skin hitting against your butt as he drove in at out of you was adding to the sting but the pleasure you were feeling from his fingers and cock were enough to make you not care.
You were close, so very close. He pulled out of your nearly all of the way and pushed back inside quickly, hitting your sweet spot inside.
And that was it. Your walls tightened, gripping him as you came, Spencer’s fingers not stopping until you were whimpering and trembling underneath him. A few thrusts later and you felt him empty himself inside of you, moans catching in his throat as his fingers dug into your hip.
He fell forward, his weight on your back as he caught his breath.
“Fucking hell Y/N,” he groaned softly.
You didn’t respond, you were lost for words, feeling light headed and dazed.
He pulled out of you and you heard him drag his trousers back up before walking away.
He returned a few moments later and you felt a washcloth between your legs, cleaning up his mess that had started to trickle out of you and down your legs.
He flicked off his TV and rested his hands on your hips.
“Can you stand up for me?” his voice now warm and soft.
You inched backwards and into an upright position, your legs still feeling like they might give way.
“Put your arms around my neck.”
You did as instructed, feeling him bend and catch you under the backs of your knees with him arm, scooping you up and carrying you effortlessly into his bed room.
He set you down next to his bed and tugged at the bottom of your dress, you raising your arms so he could remove it.
“I assume you sleep with your bra off normally?“ Spencer asked and you nodded. He unclasped it and slid it off your arms.
“Pj’s in your bag?”
You nodded again and watched him open your night bag, seeing a huge purple t-shirt that you placed at the top so it was easily accessible. He passed it to you and you pulled it on as he rolled the covers on his bed back.
“Lie on your front okay.”
You climbed on and adjusted his pillows so you could lie down comfortably.
Spencer left the room and when he returned his had a bowl of water and some pieces of cloth is his hand.
Sitting on the edge of the bed next to you, he soaked the cloth before ringing it out and then placing it on your butt.
The coolness of the damp fabric felt like heaven against your hot skin.
Your hair had fallen forward over your face and Spencer reached over, tenderly stroking it back.
“Y/N, you’ve not said anything since we stopped. I’m starting to worry.”
“Sorry… I just… I’m a little overwhelmed by all the feelings I’ve just felt.”
“Understandable.” He kept stroking your hair, concern clouding his face.
“Spence, I’m fine. I’m surprised, but I’m fine.”
“Surprised by what, if you don’t mind me asking.”
You took a breath.
“By how much I enjoyed it.”
"It hurt. But I would have taken more.”
“I wouldn’t have given you more. Not tonight. I smacked you harder than I was originally intending to. I was in two minds whether to actually fuck you or not afterwards, you looked so red. But you were still so wet and beautiful, I had to.”
“I’m glad you did. That was….. Quite frankly the best sex I’ve had.”
You saw him grin, typical guy. You weren’t lying though, it had been. The sensations he’d made you feel from the moment you’d sat down on his couch, both physically and mentally, you’d never felt before. It didn’t matter that you’d not actually been screwing for that long. It was the build up, the foreplay. The anticipation.
Spencer smirked. “The best sex you’ve had for now. There’s plenty more we can do. Not tonight though. But have a think about what you’d like to try next time okay.”
“Do you mind terribly if I shower? I’d offer you one but it might be a sore on your bottom right now.”
“I’m fine, I’ll shower tomorrow. Go ahead, I can feel myself falling asleep anyway.”
“Okay. I’ll be back in a bit.”
He left the room and you heard the shower start up.
You must have passed out as you didn’t hear him come back into the bedroom fifteen minutes later.