Every Me And Every You - Valentines Day Add On
“You do you belong to, Y/N?”
The voice was cool and commanding, and it sent shivers down your spine and straight to your core.
“You,” you replied meekly, trying figure out where in the room Spencer was. You were completely naked and on on fours with a blindfold blocking your vision.
“Pardon?” he gave a sharp pull on the chain that hung from your chest, tugging hard on the clamps attached to your nipples which he’d sucked into hard nubs only moments ago. Fuck, that hurt. But oh God, it was so good. You wriggled your butt, it almost tingling in preparation.
“You, Sir!” you just about squeaked.
“Good. That’s what I thought,” you could hear him walking around the bed, stopping behind you. “So when you receive flowers from a secret admirer, what should you do?”
“Not accept them…. Sir.” They weren’t from a secret admirer, you knew exactly who they were from. But it had been a while since you two had played so…
Spencer’s hands moved between your legs, spreading them apart on the bed, his slim fingers teasing your wet folds.
“You know that I have to punish you, don’t you?” he asked and you nodded. Yet as his digit circled your clit lazily you were thinking that this really didn’t seem like punishment.
“Yes Sir,” your breathing became ragged as he dipped his finger inside your hole, retracting it almost immediately when you moaned.
“I think ten should do it.”
You braced yourself, the sensory deprivation adding to the excitement as you waited qwith baited breath for his first strike. It came within seconds, a short sting that was nothing compared to what you’d taken in the past.
“That’s one,” Spencer liked to count them out loud, a constant reminder of how many you had endured.
A moment later you felt another smack across your buttocks, this one harder than the first, the sound reverberating in the room. You gripped the bed sheets with your fists, ignoring the feeling of dampness between your legs.
Three, four and five came in quick succession, one after the other with Reid counting out loud as he administered them. Your cheeks were beginning to burn, your eyes watering. Yet the feeling at the top of your thighs would contradict the look on your face. Your pussy was aching to be touched by him. And you knew that if you endured your punishment, then you would be rewarded with his cock.
“You’re so wet Y/N, I forget how much you enjoy this,” Reid’s tone was mocking and he paused his bruising of your ass to stroke over your clit a few times, causing you to whimper. He quickly withdrew the pleasure and slapped your butt again, harder this time. You had to brace your legs to avoid being sent forward. A different sort of pleasure washed over you as he counted out the final spanks, each one harder than the last until you were gasping and grunting, knowing your ass was going to be a beautiful picture of red later. And possibly purple tomorrow.
“You’ve endured your punishment like a good girl now Y/N. Do you think you deserve to be rewarded for taking it?”
“Yes, yes Sir. Please Sir,” you would beg right now if he made you, and he often did.
“What do you want?”
“You, I want you. I need you to fuck me. Please Sir.”
“As you wish.”
You heard the jangling of Spencer’s belt being unbuckled and the weight of the bed changing as he shifted. Hands gripped your waist as he slid into you quickly and easily, a groan leaving his throat. Spencer began moving, not bothering with long and slow thrusts. He moved quickly, his thighs slapping against your bruised butt cheeks, the momentum causing the chain between your breasts to sway and pull at your peaks, adding to your pleasure more.
“You are mine, say it!” he growled, thrusting in and out of you as if his life depended on it.
“I’m yours, no one else’s,” you gasped, your breathing heavy as he slammed into the you. You weren’t going to orgasm from this, you knew it was going to be over too quickly. But you didn’t care. You pushed back against him, clenching your walls around his dick and feeling his nails digging into your hip in response.
A few thrusts later and Spencer was filling you up, his orgasm shooting through him. His pace slowed and once he had milked himself dry he pulled out, his come leaking out and down your thighs immediately. You went to move but he stopped you, his hand on your back.
“Wait. I’ll get it.” You kept your position as soft baby wipes mopped at the mess between your thighs, his hands then moving to your chest and gently unclamping your nipples, you wincing at the sensation that instantly flooded them.
“Can I take this blindfold off now?” you asked, still on your hands and knees.
“In a minute. You can sit normally though, if you can.”
You could, having taken a lot worse although it still burned as you carefully shifted into a seating position, feeling Spencer drape your silk dressing gown over your shoulders. Then all you could hear was rummaging. What was he doing?
“Now?” you were beginning to get frustrated.
“In a sec….. Okay, now.”
You raised your arms to head and pulled the blindfold off. Knelt in front of you was your boyfriend of three years now, the person who had introduced you to this lifestyle and shared all of has experiences with you. He was the person you loved more than anything.
And in his hands was a ring.
“Spence….?” you croaked.
“I know it’s cheesy because it’s valentines day but I couldn’t wait any longer. I-I love you Y/F/N, and I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else. Will you marry me?”
Jesus fucking christ. But…
“Yes! A hundred, thousand times yes!”
He slipped the ring onto your finger and you admired it, it was perfect for you. Exactly what you would have chosen for yourself if you’d even allowed yourself to dream that this would happen.
You embraced your new fiancé with a hug and a sweet kiss, a total 180 from the behaviour you’d been displaying to each other just moments ago.
“I think though… We might have to edit our engagement story somewhat?”
Spencer chuckled, “I agree. Maybe some story about a romantic restaurant or something.”
You nodded, your cheeks - facial cheeks that was - aching from grinning so wildly.
“Oh and Y/N? I know you sent those flowers to yourself…. ”