A/n hey all, thank you so much for your support of this little story. Here is the last chapter.
Disclaimer: see the first chapter
Breaking the rules.
"No talking… I can speak, but you have to be completely silent no matter what happens. Until I say so," He added.
"I don't like the rule," Emily pouted.
"I know you don't, but you said this was my fantasy," He reminded her.
"So what -"
"I said, no talking." He ordered. She went quiet, and he felt the elation of having her like putty in his hands for just a little while.
He got off the bed and walked to the bathroom while unbuttoning his shirt. The shirt was buttoned wrong, he realized too late, and wanted to laugh. He shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor. He heard Emily rattling the cuffs against the wrought iron bars of her antique headboard.
"Patience beautiful," He called back to her.
The bathroom was all gold fixtures and light pink walls. There was a stand-alone shower with partially frosted glass doors, and walls that were etched with flowers and birds. The bathtub was jetted and oval shaped. He opened the cabinet under the sinks, and rummaged through the bottles, and cleaning supplies, till he found what he was looking for.
"Reid… what are you doing." She called from the bedroom.
"I told you not to speak."
"Spencer… Come on…"
"I'll release the cuffs and leave right now." He said.
Emily swallowed hard. There was something in his voice that Emily had never heard there before and it made her shiver. She wanted that damn blindfold gone. How was she to figure out what was in his head if she couldn't see his enormous dark eyes? Well… maybe that was the point, and it scared the hell out of her.
"I'll be good." She said as though speaking to a very strict parent.
"Good," He put the plastic bottle he'd taken out of her bathroom on the night table for just the time it took to drop his cords to the gold carpet under his feet. He pulled off his socks and picked up the bottle.
"Now… just relax and enjoy the ride." He told her while climbing onto the bed and straddling her wearing only his white cotton boxers.
He watched her bite down on her lip. The end of her pink tongue pushed out of her mouth. He wanted that mouth on him, bringing him to a shuddering plateau with that wet warmth swaddling his cock. Okay… so she'd already given him head, but that was different. He didn't want her attentions born of anger and revenge.
Emily jumped and twisted in the cuffs when his hands touched her feet. She smelled the lilac sent of her body lotion and relaxed. His long, warm fingers moved over her toes and the arches of first one, and then the other foot, working the lotion into her skin. She bit the inside of her lip to keep from groaning.
Maybe agreeing to this had been a really bad idea. How was she to keep quiet when Reid's hands could send little shivers through her belly just by touching her feet? What was going to happen when he… Oh God… his hands were moving up one of her legs. This was torture and wonderfully relaxing at the same time.
His legs brushed against hers and they were bare. Was he naked too…? Oh the pictures that were running through her mind. Imagination really was a great thing. She was getting wet and sloppy at her core, which she was trying desperately to ignore. His hands were gliding over her thighs. He nudged her legs open easily, even though she resisted. She could feel the heat of his body hovering over her for just a few seconds before he pulled back. His hands were moving closer to her center. The lotion was cool against her skin. He chuckled when it mixed with the juices on her thighs, but he didn't touch her where she wanted to be touched.
She clamped down on the curse of frustration that wanted to erupt from her throat. She tried to concentrate on breathing. In and out, in and out, but it wasn't working… The lotion slick hands avoided her breasts which were aching to be caressed. She could feel her nipples pucker, but he didn't touch them. God… she wanted to shout at him to stop screwing around and just fuck her blind!
Okay Emily… Think about the breathing. You can show him that you can keep quiet.
Unexpected tears began to run down her face from beneath the blind fold when Reid took one of her hands in his and kissed the palm. The enforced silence was becoming intolerable. His mouth found hers, as he lay over her body. She could feel the fabric of his boxers on her stomach, and the gentle push of his arousal on her bellybutton. His tongue licked her lips and she opened her mouth for him. He stayed there for minutes that became agonizing hours, lapping up the inside of her mouth, and licking the front of her teeth. She groaned, but he didn't seem to notice.
His tongue made its way out of her mouth and down her neck to swipe at the pulse point. Her skin was beginning to feel like it was on fire from the inside, and taking one breath after the other was agony. Pleasure fired in her belly once more when he finally latched his mouth onto one of her breasts and sucked greedily. She hissed out a breath and began panting hard when he bit down on the other nipple.
He slid down her body licking and biting at her stomach before his mouth found swollen nub of flesh at the apex of her thighs and rolled it between his teeth.
"Spencer… Oh God…" She cried out, unable to stay silent.
He pulled back and climbed off the bed. "Spencer… Please…."
"I told you not to speak." She thought she heard the key to the cuffs being picked up and then he said something strange.
"Emily… did you know that all bedbugs mate via a process termed traumatic insemination, instead of inserting their genitalia into the female's reproductive tract as is typical in copulation, males instead pierce females with hypodermic genitalia and ejaculate into the body cavity. This form of mating is thought to have evolved as a way for males to overcome female mating resistance. Traumatic insemination imposes a cost on females in terms of physical damage and increased risk of infection. To reduce these costs females have evolved internal and external "paragenital" structures collectively known as the "spermelege".
"Have you lost your fucking mind Spencer…? I don't care about the mating habits of bedbugs!" She yelled furiously yanking on the cuffs and causing them to rattle against the headboard.
"You seem to want to talk when I said you were to be quiet, so I thought I'd share some interesting trivia with you."
She could hear the smirk in his voice. Oh… he was going to pay for this! Her phone rang just at that minute and it was her mother's ring tone.
"Oh… should we see whose calling." Reid said sounding like an eager little boy.
"No… it's my mother's ring tone." She said tightly.
"Good…" He said.
"No talking… I'll tell her you're a little indisposed at the moment."
She heard him pick up the phone and flip it open. The phone beeped when he answered it. "Emily Prentiss' phone… How can I help you?" He was saying in that same upbeat tone. "This is Dr. Reid… Oh… hello Ambassador Prentiss… We met at Emily's work."
God… she was going to kill him when she got out of those cuffs. She was going to pick up her gun and… The bed dipped and she felt him sit down next to her. One of his hands slipped between her legs and began to stroke her. She bit down so hard on her bottom lip, she could taste blood. Yeah… he was dead!
"I'm just here for coffee and a game of scrabble. We're winding down from a bad case…. No… She's hiding in the bathroom right now… Yes… I think she's trying to decide whether or not to challenge my word… What is it…? Oh… the word is Acyl…Yes… It means a univalent radical…" He laughed and seemed to have no trouble slipping his fingers inside her and driving her insane while talking to her mother. When did he get so damn brazen?
"I'll tell her you called then… Yeah… it was nice talking to you to…" He slapped the phone shut. She let out a loud breath while trying to stop her hips from thrusting up off the bed into his busy hand.
"Your mother is going to visit tomorrow…" He whispered in her ear. He'd stood up again and Emily heard the soft slide of fabric falling to the floor with a soft thump."She said to tell you to stop pouting…"
He climbed back on the bed and straddled her once more. One hand wound into her dark curls and pulled just hard enough to make her whimper softly. The tip of his hardened manhood pushed gently at her opening, but he didn't enter her even though she was moaning wordlessly.
"I've wanted to put my hands in your hair for months." He said in her ear. The feel of his breath on her ear was making goose bumps break out on her skin again. "You're so beautiful. You don't know how many times I've dreamed of this. When you sit next to me in briefings, it's all I can do not to shot in my pants like a teenager."
He let go of her hair and shifted a bit to push into her. She gasped and automatically wound her legs around his waist. He was thrusting into her with slow deep strokes. "God Emily… You're so tight. You feel so good baby…
Tears were dropping from under his tie and he licked them away between gasping breaths. Her breathing was getting ragged again. He sped up the pace and her hips began thrusting off the bed. "I love you…" He breathed and all her anger dissolved with those words. "I love you so much… Yes baby… Oh God… Yes…" He moved slowly inside of her for long agonizing minutes while pleasured built in her gut, She could barely breathe.
She wanted her hands free so bad it was like a craving for drugs. She wanted to scratch her nails into his back, or rake them across his ass and hear him groan. God… it was torture not speaking. She was going to come and there was no voicing it.
She tightened around him, squeezing so tight he gasped and cried out her name again. "Tell me I'm the only one you love baby. Scream for me… I want to hear you say you love me," He breathed, beginning to slam into her harder and faster. His thrusts were erratic and his body took complete control of his mind.
She screamed with the rising tide of pleasure that built and crested threatening to drown her till Reid pulled her back with a blazing kiss before releasing into her. He cried out her name one last time and lay over her shuddering body.
"I love you Spencer Reid. I've loved you since the first moment I saw you. I'm sorry I never told you till now." God… she could barely breathe. They lay gasping for air till Reid shifted off her and took off her blindfold.
"You're the most beautiful, the most caring, and loving person I know." He told her. She began to sob while he took of the cuffs and gathered her up in his arms, tangling their legs together.
"I never want to leave this room." She said into his hair, kissing the top his head and stroking his arms.
Reid pulled away from Emily long enough to grab the throw blanket that had been nearly kicked off the bed, and toss it around them. They were talking quietly when the phone rang again. "Do you want to get it or shall I," He said sweetly.
"That's JJ… I better get it. Don't think I've forgotten that stunt with my mother. One mind blowing orgasm isn't getting you off the hook."
He rolled away from her and began to look for all of his clothes. "Hey JJ… What's up…? Yeah… No… Okay… I'll be there in an hour."
Reid's phone rang as he was zipping up his cords. She jumped off the bed and picked up her robe. She listened to Reid talk to JJ before getting into the shower. She took a good look in the mirror and sighed. There were bite marks on her neck and bruises popping up on her wrists. Well… she'd just have to get out the makeup.
When she emerged half an hour later to get dressed Reid was sitting in the armchair reading one of her books at lightening speed. There were four others on the floor next to him.
"Well… I guess we have to get back to work." He looked up at her and the shy, quiet, Dr. Reid she recognized was back. He was pink cheeked and looked a bit scared. It was weird, how he could go from hot and lusty to the timid profiler he appeared to be to others.
"I'm not angry with you… I mean yeah… you're going to pay for talking to my mom and trying to get me off the same time. Of course, that's nothing compared to what I'm going to do to Morgan!" She shook her right index finger at him like a mother with a disobedient child.
He grinned up at her and she couldn't help but smile back. Yeah… Morgan had started all of this, but it had ended better then she could have ever imagined. Morgan was still going to die, but maybe after she got him back for this, she'd thank him too.
"I really enjoyed what happened. I love you. I just wish we'd done this before now." She said softly, getting misty eyed once more. He stood up and she hugged him tight, relishing the feel of his arms around her waist. "I just have one question. Where did you learn to do all that?"
"I'm not a virgin like Morgan thinks. I had a girlfriend awhile back. We started dating a year before Georgia. After Tobias kidnapped me, she was great. When she found out about my Dilaudid habit she left. She couldn't cope with it. It was the straw that broke the camel's back for me. I got clean after that because realized that I had almost lost everything, and it was up to me to get it back. I'm not sorry that she left me. I have you."
He pulled back and wiped away the tears from Emily's cheeks. "You're the only one I want to be with," She sniffed.
"What a coincidence… I feel the same way about you."
"Let's get into work before we're in trouble." She took his hand and pulled him out of the room. Work may interfere, but now there was the possibility of tomorrow, for both of them.