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dontshootmespence · 4 years

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The Most Natural Thing In The World

Part 17 - Final Chapter

Summary: After an experienced Dom and new sub embarked on a journey of love of sexual discovery, here they are, happier than ever before.

Words: 1,450

Warnings: Mile high club, sex on a plane, blow job, breeding kink.

A/N: My last official entry for @cm-kinkbingo (2019) run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt. This fulfills my mile high club square.

A/N 2: Thanks so much for all the love this story has gotten. BY ALL MEANS, keep sending me head canons and asking questions about this story! It grew on me in a way I never expected and it’ll always have a place in my heart.

After a small and simple wedding put together by the BAU, Emily had somehow managed to get the Bureau to sanction the use of the unit’s new and improved jet in taking you and Spencer on your honeymoon. Fifteen years of invaluable service to the Bureau deserved a treat, Emily said. You and Spencer had discussed it at length, with you ensuring that he was truly happy with his decision.

With all that he’d been through, he wanted a change - and deserved one. From this point forward, he’d consult for the BAU and teach for the Bureau, occasionally going on cases that were in DC or the surrounding states. “Are you really sure you’ll be happy with this work situation?” You ask for the fiftieth time.

“More than happy. I’ll still be able to do things I love, help people, and have the life with you that I want. I plan on getting you good and pregnant on this honeymoon.”

“Oh, is that so?” You ask with a gleam in your eye. You’re so disgustingly, stupidly in love with him that the idea of carrying his child makes your heart race.

When you’re finally up at cruising altitude, the jet pilot lets you know that it’s okay to move about the cabin. Slipping your seatbelt off, you climb into his lap. “How many babies do you want? Really.” You’d had this talk before, you both wanted kids, but now it’s real.

“Three,” he says softly. “Maybe four.”

“What are we trying to outdo Simmons?” You laugh, picturing your future family. “All jokes aside, I like the sound of that.”

Spencer chuckles against your skin, nose nuzzling against the crook of your neck. He sighs at the scent of the clean and fresh perfume he’d picked out for you this morning. “So,” he says deviously, “What should we do for the next seven and a half hours?”

Leaning forward, you kiss him before biting the corner of your lip and sinking down to the floor. The only other people on board are the pilot and a co-pilot that he’d asked to accompany him given the longer than usual flight, so you have no qualms about getting down and dirty on the jet. “Can I suck your cock, Sir?”

“Gods, yes.” He cradles your face in his hands and kisses you, tongue washing over your own, stealing your breath away as you snake your hands into his pants to pull him free.

You wet your hand and slip it gently up and down his shaft, watching as his head falls back and his mouth drops open. Arousal pools between your legs, a drug-like high filling you as you take in the effect you have on him. When you kiss the tip of his cock, he hisses, control already waning. You lick your lips and wrap them around the head, flicking your tongue over the underside of him in a swirling motion. With him resting on your tongue, you link your fingers with his and say, “Please look at me, Sir. I want to watch you lose control.”

“Anything for my wife,” he says proudly, his throat tight with lust. When his eyes meet yours, you smile around him, taking him further into your mouth. With all the throat training you’ve had over the course of your relationship, you know exactly how to breathe around him. Each pass brings you closer and closer to his pelvic bone. You want to take all of him. Hold yourself there. Look into his eyes as he comes down your throat.

“Fucking hell, Y/N. You’re so good at this.”

Pulling away, you kiss his balls and mumble. “I’ve had great training.”

Just as he’s about to reply, you swallow around him again and push yourself to take all of him. It’s a bit of a struggle, but with the breathing exercises he’s taught you, you manage, sliding your hand up to his neck to bring his gaze back to you.

Swallowing around him, you ask without words for him to give you what you want. “I’m going to come,” he says through clenched teeth. “You keep looking at me like that, I’m going to lose my mind.”

As much as you can smile, you do, laughing around him and sending a rumble through his body that makes him tremble. A hand flies to the seat in front of you and the other around your head, holding your mouth steady as he empties his come into you.

You chuckle when you pull away, cleaning around your lips with your fingers before climbing back into his lap. “Am I good cocksucker, Sir?”

“Not good,” he says, slipping his tongue over your bottom lip. “Amazing. Stellar. Out of this world.”

Worn out, and with many hours left to go, he pulls out a blanket and covers you both, allowing you to fall asleep with ease.

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Nearly two hours later, you wake next to your new husband, deliriously happy. “Didn’t Garcia give us some champagne and chocolate covered strawberries?”

Nodding, Spencer asks you to grab them. They’re delicious and juicy, the chocolate just dancing on the edge of bitter, its sweetness still apparent. The champagne is perfect and you indulge in a glass more than is necessary, but you don’t care. “Dinner is in the mini-fridge. We can have that shortly before we land so that we can go straight to the hotel and sleep. I plan on taking you to the Trocadéro in the morning.”

“Where’s that?” You ask dreamily, ready and willing to take part in whatever plans he has for the next two weeks.

“It’s a nice open space across the Seine facing the Eiffel Tower. We can watch the sunrise and have freshly baked croissants for breakfast.”

“That sounds perfect, Spence.” You slide your hand into his. “I have a question.”

“Go on.”

“Do you want to get started on that getting me good and pregnant thing right now?”

Smiling, Spencer gives you a kiss before checking in with the pilot and co-pilot regarding flight time. It’s a cover to ensure they won’t be coming out anytime soon. Otherwise they’ll be in for a show. Once he’s sure you won’t be interrupted, he prompts you to stand in front of him, pulling your panties down and placing them in his jacket pocket.

With a quick glance at the cockpit door, he shimmies his pants down just enough to give himself some movement. He tugs you down onto his lap and places himself at your entrance, pushing in slowly. The somewhat confined space makes him feel even bigger. You laugh into his mouth, giddy at the thought of getting started on the family you want. “Fuck me, Spence.”

His hand pushes up the back of your shirt, his fingers dancing along your spine as his cock thrusts upward. “Do you know how long I’ve been imagining this? Getting you pregnant?”

“Tell me,” you breathe.

You push your shirt underneath your breasts and offer him your nipple, moaning when he takes it into his mouth and rolls his tongue over the hardening peak. “Nearly a year. I can’t wait to see you pregnant.”

As he fucks you, he splays his hand over your stomach. Where your baby will be soon all things willing. “Fuck me, Y/N. Ride me.”

Bucking against him, you whimper softly. “Fill me up, Spence.”

“Oh fuck. Fuck yea.”

You grasp his shoulder and dig your nails into the skin, making him his as he holds you down onto his throbbing cock. The second he spills into you, you start to quake and brace your hand on the ceiling. “Fuck. Oh my God.”

Shaking, you bury your head in his neck and cry out, combing your hands through your hair as the shockwaves subside. “I love you,” you whisper, kissing along his jawline. “Best decision I ever made was going to the bar that night.”

“Best decision I ever made was asking for your phone number.”

As best he can, he cleans himself up, pulling his pants back on before carrying you to the small couch at the back of the plane. Using a pillow, he props up your hips and lies behind you, your body flush against his. “Having your hips elevated helps the getting pregnant. It’s happening. In these two weeks. When we’re not out sightseeing, I’m going to be doing my damnedest.”

You sigh contentedly, molding yourself to him. “I’m sleepy again.”

“Sex can do that,” he laughs. “Another nap? Then dinner. Then hotel and pass out so we can see the sunrise tomorrow.”

There couldn’t be a more perfect plan. “Spence, I have another question. Is there anywhere in Paris, like in public, that you might want to...you know...?”

“God, I love you.”

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dontshootmespence · 4 years

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The Most Natural Thing In The World

Part 16

Summary: An experienced Dom and a virgin meet in a bar. Can he introduce her to a world she’s always imagined but never known before? Is it everything she wanted?

Words: 1,895

Warnings: Fucking machine, multiple orgasms, dildos, masturbation, p in v, anal sex, slight oral sex, cream pie.

A/N: My next entry for @cm-kinkbingo run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt. This fills my fucking machine square.

A/N 2: This is the penultimate chapter! Last one coming soon!

Anticipation sweeps through the stairwell as you hurry up to your apartment, ready for your no-interruptions weekend with Spencer. Work had been kicking both of your asses for weeks, but you’d both somehow managed to get the same weekend off to spend some quality time together.

Spencer sped through his paperwork from the last case to get home before you, leaving you to wonder what he was planning. For the last two hours, he’d been dropping hints, but you couldn’t figure it out.

As you knock on the door, cracking it open a bit, you call inside to make sure you aren’t interrupting anything. “Spence?”

“Come in!”

Placing your bag down, you call to him again, his voice returning from the bedroom. Legs like jelly, you walk toward your bedroom to find Spencer proudly laying across your newly made bed. But there’s one stark difference. At the end of the bed stands a machine the likes of which you’ve never seen - in porn, yes. But not in real life. “Oh my god,” you say, a subby smile spreading across your face. “You didn’t.”

“I did,” he replies, barely containing a scrunched up smile. “After much thought and even more research, I went out and bought this collapsible, stand-up fucking machine with six settings, a remote for me, not for you,” he says touching your nose, “Interchangeable dildos and a little mirror so that can see yourself being fucked. Sound like fun?”

Cheeks burning, you nod. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” He kisses the top of your head and stands tall, indicating that play time is about to start. “Strip.”

Without any grace, too excited for whatever Spencer has in store, you peel your clothes off, throwing them in his direction and watching as his cock pushes against the confines of his flannel pajama pants. “What position would you like me in, Sir?”

“Just lie down on your back. Spread your legs.”

You do as he commands and sink into the mattress, reveling in the feel of clean and still slightly warm sheets. The desire to touch yourself is overwhelming, but Spencer hasn’t given you permission and your decisions are his right now.

Taking a deep breath, you steady your ‘itchy fingers,’ lacing them above your head as you wait for Spencer’s instructions. You hear him stand up before he quickly pulls your body to the edge of the bed. “Pick a number between 1 and 5.”

“Three, Sir.”

He slaps your pussy playfully and places the machine near your body, the dildo touching your entrance. “That’s how many orgasms you’ll have before I touch you.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, my love. Bring your knees up and hold them unless I say otherwise.”

Sliding your hands over your knees, you pull them up and shiver when the machine begins to stir. The dildo pushes at your entrance; it’s thick, but your slick is already allowing for easy entrance. You can tell he has it on the lowest setting, the veiny shaft gently rubbing against your walls, your body dripping like honey at the insistent pressure building up inside you. “How is that?” He asks.

“Very good, Sir. Not as good as you, but I like that you’re watching me.”

“That’s my good girl. Now relax.”

He turns up the speed on the machine and inhales sharply as the dildo slips in to the hilt, making you gasp, your legs tightening and heightening the sensation. In quick succession, he ups the levels to three and then four, standing up from his seat to disrobe. You imagine he’s touching himself, roughly grabbing his cock as he watches the instrument fuck you, knowing it’s he who controls it.

Bouncing gently on the bed, you buck into the machine and try to silence your mind, allowing the rhythmic whirrs of the machine and the soft sounds of Spencer’s hand massaging his cock to wash over you. “May I speak, Sir?”

“Yes, what is it, love?” His voice breaks slightly and you smile to yourself. Despite his position, you have the power to bring him to his knees.

“Are you touching yourself, Sir?” Knowing full well the answer.

“Yes, I am.” The words get caught in his throat as he pushes the machine to level 5 of 6. “I’m glad you only picked three and not four or five,” he replies, his voice getting closer to you. You imagine him leaning forward, eyes glued to your dripping sex. “I don’t think I’d have the willpower to watch you that many times without touching you.”

“Are you imagining it’s my hand around your cock? The other cupping your balls?”

Groaning, he pushes the machine to its max, ordering you to come as your body shakes, skin prickling with heat. The machine is powerful but nearly silently, allowing the sound of Spencer’s grunts and your cries to fill your ears. “Fuck, Sir. I don’t know if I can handle two more of those.”

“Who said it would only be two?” He asks cockily. “I said two before I touch you.”

The thought is overwhelming. If it weren’t for the fact that he cut the machine back down to level one, you would’ve come again right then and there. He quickly switches out the dildos, showing it to you first. It’s shorter in length than the last one but around the same width and smoother than the first.

As you bit your lip, he pushes down on your thighs and says to keep them open, spread wide for his viewing pleasure. “And stop biting your lip. You know what it does to me.”

Giggling, you gasp as he kicks up the machine again. He doesn’t start at the first level; you can’t quite place which one he’s on, you just know it’s not the relaxing pulsing of the first one.

You mewl as your body grinds against the soft blankets, chasing orgasms like the waves chase the shoreline. “Can I touch myself, Sir?”

“No,” he says sharply. “But look up toward me.”

He points down at the mirror on the machine. Your eyes are transfixed as you watch the smooth dildo slid in and out of your pussy. The act of watching is somehow even more erotic than what’s actually happening. Your walls constrict around the device and your head falls back.

“Did I say you could lie back?”

Your head shoots back up to watch and out of the corner of your eyes you can see Spencer touching himself again. When you’re about to come for the second time, he tells you to open your mouth and thrusts his cock into your mouth, coming down your throat with a soft grunt.

For the third and final solo orgasm, Spencer flips you over, molding your body to his will until you’re on your hands and knees with the machine fucking you from behind. “For this one, be as loud as you want and move however you want. But no touching yourself.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

As the machine turns on again, you buck back into the machine, fucking yourself on it and turning your head to watch Spencer watching you. He’s practically willing you to come a third time so he can finally touch you without breaking his own rules.

Your arms begin to shake as it crests again, leaving you weak as your top half falls into the mattress. In order to keep from touching yourself, you slide your hands in your hair and tug lightly, bouncing your ass up and down for Spencer’s amusement. You almost want him to break, to push the machine aside and fuck you senseless until you’re quaking in his arms, but your body tenses up and you cry out, pulling yourself off the machine and collapsing into the bed. “Please, Sir. I need you.”

He doesn’t need any permission. He removes the rest of his clothes and lifts you up, lying down on the bed where you once were before tapping his thighs. It’s your permission to ride him. Crawling on top of him, you grasp his cock and slide down onto it, gasping as he pulls you flush against him and reaches down to place the dildo, already slick with your arousal, at the entrance of your ass.

With the remote in hand, he returns to the first level and holds you steady as the device pushes passed the tight ring of muscle. Between the machine and him, you feel remarkably full and your mouth drops open in pleasure. He steals a kiss and begins to move in tandem with the machine, driving his cock up into you. “Sir, I’m not going to last long. Do I need permission to come?”

“No,” he whispers against you, biting down on your earlobe. “You may come whenever you want, but I want to see it.”

He wants to watch everything. As he plunges into you, he gently wraps his hand around your throat and steadies your gaze on his. Your body is in a constant state of shaking, unable to control your muscles as the machine and his body bring you over the edge for the fourth time.

Trembling, you mold into him, dripping over him like silk as he continues to pump into you in search of his own release. When his voice catches in his throat again, you kiss him, swallowing his growl as he comes inside you. “Oh, fuck,” he says on a laugh. “I needed that.”

“Me too,” you say, grasping his cheek in your hand and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “How much did you spend on that thing?”

“$500.”

“Worth it,” you giggle.

Removing the machine from you, he sits up and places you back down on the bed before pulling out, leaving you sated and subby. In silence, you watch as he cleans up you, himself and the machine before packing it away for another day. “What do you have planned for the rest of the weekend?”

Spencer climbs onto the bed and pulls you close, covering you both with the comforter. “Dinner in a little while? Then maybe sitting around all weekend naked and either watching tv or having sex? Come up with a plan?”

“A plan for what?” You laugh, kissing the underside of his chin.

As you lay your head on his chest, he reaches over to the bedside drawer and shows you a red velvet box. “When we want to get married. Where.” His voice is steady but there’s a note of anticipation as you stare down at the rose gold solitaire diamond ring. “Y/N, there is no one else. I want you and only you for the rest of my life. Right now. Twenty years from now. When we’re old and gray. It’s you. Will you marry me?”

A tear falls from your eye as you kiss him like your life depends on it. “Yes! Oh my god, yes!”

His hand shakes as he slips the ring onto your finger and it’s then that you see he is crying too. “I never in my life thought I’d find someone like you. That I would deserve someone like you. But I have and I believe it and I never want to let you go.”

“You’ll never have to,” you sigh happily, resting your head in the crook of his neck, excited for what the future holds.

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dontshootmespence · 4 years

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The Most Natural Thing In The World

Part 15

Summary: An experienced Dom and a virgin meet in a bar. Can he introduce her to a world she’s always imagined but never known before? Is it everything she wanted?

Words: 1,133

Warnings: Lots of silent teasing, human furniture kink, mild degradation because of the act itself, oral fixation, fingering, sex, butt plug stuffs, p in v.

A/N: My next entry for @cm-kinkbingo run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt. This fills my human furniture square.

Every aspect of what would happen tonight had been previously discussed. It’s obviously a first for you, but Spencer has only done it once before and his sub at the time safe-worded, so he’d stopped immediately.

“You sure?” He asks.

Like he was at work, he hated not knowing everything all the time, and when his last sub safe-worded he felt guilty for not knowing that it was apparently a hard limit - given she didn’t realize it at the time - but still he felt guilty.

“I’m positive, Spence. It’s something I think I’ll be into, but I promise I’ll safe word if I’m not feeling it on any level.” Your jeans are tight, the seam running against your clit in a way that’s already got you going. This is going to be fun. “Would you like me to go get changed, Sir?”

Spencer gulps and nods, the bulge in his pants growing as you walk away to put on the instructed outfit. It’s a matching bra and panty set, both see-through, but lined on the edges with delicate red and pink hearts. He picked that out for this because the whole human furniture kink can leave a sub feeling humiliated or degraded and sometimes that’s the point, but he never wants you to feel that way so he went with hearts.

You slip out of your clothes and into the outfit, feeling the arousal pool between your legs already. Aside from the matching set, he didn’t instruct anything, so you ask if you can pair the outfit with your red patent-leather pumps.

He practically chokes out a yes, and you have to laugh. He’s really looking forward to this. Hopefully you love it. Though you’re not afraid to safe word with him, not anymore.

Walking outside, you meet his gaze. It takes everything in him not to take you right there. “I’m going to go over the rules one more time. First, there is to be no speaking unless I specifically ask you too. Even if you make a sound, I’ll use the ballgag. Second, you may move, but don’t drop my book. Third, we’ll only do this for a max of 30 minutes because I don’t want you to get annoyingly uncomfortable. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Spencer walks into the kitchen to grab himself a drink as you assume your position on your hands and knees next to his armchair. Given the words he can read per minute, when he sits down to read he can read between 3 and 6 books in the time you’ll be doing this.

You keep your back as straight as possible as he lays four books on your back. Two he’s picked for himself, The Return of the King and Moby Dick, the other two you can tell he’s picked to up the anticipation for you - A Sport and a Pastime by James Salter and Couples by John Updike - both focused on sex in one way or another.

At your side, Spencer falls into his chair, legs both up and crossed, his body hunched over - his usual reading position. His drink sits in the cup holder on the arm chair and you silently thank the gods that he didn’t ask you to balance that. It would be infinitely harder and more uncomfortable.

Feeling the books waver on your back, you straighten your arms as much as possible. You’re almost positive you’re dripping down your leg already, but you can’t check, and Spencer’s subtle indifference at your side heightens it all. It’s because he pretends at indifference; you know the truth.

Spencer stands up and places the book he was reading, Couples, underneath the rest of them. He’s finished it. It’s one of the shorter ones so you imagine it’s only been 5 minutes or so. Without a word, he walks into your bedroom and strides out seconds later with your stainless steel butt plug. He crouches down and uses his thumb to open your mouth, placing the cool steel inside. It’s heavy on your tongue and you feel your pussy quiver. You swear you see a smirk cross his face as he gets up to return to his seat.

You moan inwardly as you suck the steel in your mouth, shivering when Spencer absentmindedly runs his pointer and middle fingers up and down your slit. They snake in between your overheated skin and the panties you’re wearing and slip into you. It takes everything in you not to moan.

A flip of the page can be heard at your side. It’s been a while you think - you wonder if Spencer is getting distracted by this as much as you are. You hope so. He pulls his fingers from your slickness and goes to remove the plug from your mouth with his pinky and ring fingers before wordlessly replacing them with the fingers coated in your arousal; you’re meant to clean them.

Sucking on his fingers, you channel every aspect of your being into making him hard. You swipe your tongue over and around him, bobbing your head back and forth just like you would on his cock. When he groans, you smile to yourself.

He’s finished another book, and by the weight on your back you assume it’s one of the bigger books he’d chosen. Something says The Return of the King. A few weeks prior he’d mentioned wanting to read it again. Your body begins to shake when his breath hits the shell of your ear as he whispers, “I have two other books to read, but you’re distracting me.”

Spencer removes his fingers from your mouth and tilts your head up to meet his gaze. You open your mouth and let his thumb slip inside

“Do you have any idea what this does to me?” He asks.

You chance a glance at his cock and smile around his thumb.

Quickly, he places the plug back in your mouth for a second before pushing the books off your back. He stands up and pushes his pants down so he can kneel down behind you. Although you’re no longer holding his books, you still remain motionless as he hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties and lets them pool at your knees.

Wrapping his arm around your midsection, he pulls you up flush against his chest and removes the plug from your mouth. “You’re allowed to speak now,” he says, biting your earlobe. “What do you want?”

“Fuck me, Sir. Please. I want the plug in my ass and your cock in my pussy and your fingers in my mouth. Please.”

As he pushes the cold steel against the tight ring of muscle, you push down against him, whimpering as it fills you. “Show me who I belong to,” you breathe.

His fingers graze along your throat and up to your mouth, where his fingers now rest. Pumping himself twice, he pushes himself inside you, the pressure mounting from both ends. He thrusts upward, hands grasping at every inch of your skin. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mewl.

Between fingers in your mouth, his hand covering your pussy and the fullness you feel, you know it won’t be long.

“Come for me, Y/N.” He begs.

You buck into his hand, rubbing your clit against his fingers and reach back, gathering his hair in your hand to pull his lips to yours. “I love you, Spence.”

Those simple words push him over the edge and he buries himself inside you, shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. As he collapses into your back, you place your hand over his and massage his fingers into your clit until you cry out, your eyes hot with tears as you almost fall into the floor. As always, Spencer is there to catch you.

“God, I love you,” he breathes. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Spence. Was that everything you wanted?”

“Yes. Absolutely. A hundred times over. You?”

You’re bereft as he pulls himself out of you, but he turns you toward him and gathers you close. “Yes, I’m a little surprised at how much I enjoyed that. Like...I could do that frequently.”

“Once a week?” He asks, smiling when you nod. “It’s a date. What do you want to do now?”

“Cuddles. Definitely need cuddles.”

“Shower cuddles?” He asks hopefully.

“You just want be all naked and wet and drippy.”

Snickering, he swipes his fingers along your slit. “I’ve already got you naked and wet and drippy, but also...guilty.”

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The Most Natural Thing In The World

Part 14

Summary: An experienced Dom and a virgin meet in a bar. Can he introduce her to a world she’s always imagined but never known before? Is it everything she wanted?

Words: 1,447

Warnings: Tattooing, so needles. Then some kissing, but no actual sex! :O

A/N: My next entry for @cm-kinkbingo run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt. This fills my stigmatophilia square.

“You sure about this,” Spencer asks, gallantly opening the door to the tattoo shop.

After the suspension play session nearly a month and a half earlier, you and Spencer sat down and had a serious conversation. This was forever. The dynamic, the life together, marriage, kids, the whole nine. You wanted it all and you wanted it all with each other. From that conversation came another confession from Spencer; he’d always imagined the woman he love with a tattoo of his choosing, marked forever in a way that no one else could understand.

You shake your head enthusiastically. “Absolutely.” Spencer is your forever. “You sure you don’t want to know what quote I chose beforehand?” You query for the fiftieth time.

“Nope,” he says confidently, giving your hand a squeeze. “I trust you. I trust this.”

You don’t know your quote either, but you feel just as he does. Whatever he picked will be straight from the heart.

Spencer shakes hands with the tattoo artist that’s going to be working with you. She knows your situation - not specifics - but enough to know that this isn’t some ordinary couple’s tattoo. “So neither of you know what the other chose?”

You reply simultaneously, leading her to go on a tangent about how adorable you are together. You couldn’t agree more.

She leads you to a room toward the back that’s purely hers. It’s a lot like Penelope, bright and colorful. Only difference is her name is Jenna, and a brunette. At Spencer’s request, you’re going first. A tattoo isn’t always crazy painful, for many it’s not. For you it’s that delicious kind of pain and Spencer wants to watch as you go through it for him, trusting him to pick something that will live on your skin forever.

With a deep breath, you hand her your dominant forearm and fall into easy conversation with her and Spencer, all the while savoring the burn of the needle on your arm. “You okay?” She asks.

“Yea,” you reply. “It’s pleasantly unpleasant.”

Both she and Spencer seem to read between the words, because you’re kind of wet and don’t want to admit it. Spencer looks you up and down, watches you trying to subtly squirm within your seat and shoots you a look like ‘I told you so.’ He knew this would happen - the sexy, confident bastard.

It’s a couple of hours before you’re done, leaving Spencer time to go grab all there of you Thai food, with endless thanks from Jenna, who keeps insisting that it’s not necessary.

While he’s out, Jenna asks you a little bit more about your relationship and the dynamic. You sense she’s interested in pursuing it in some way. “Well, if you want to find someone in the lifestyle go to a munch. Spencer can recommend a few when he gets back with food. Man, I’m hungry,” you continue in one breath.

“Alright, I’m all done, but you can’t look until Spencer comes back.” She laughs as she holds her own hands over the new ink on your arm. “The quote he chose is just...I need to find me a Spencer.”

You blush softly and whisper, “I think they broke the mold with him, but we could definitely get you to a good munch with some reputable doms.”

Spencer walks back in with food in tow. For a moment, you’re so ready for spicy peanut sauce that you forget about the tattoo, but Spencer notices it’s done and asks if you’ve looked. “Of course not.” The Sir is implied and he can sense it. “Can I now?”

He nods softly and you stare down at the new ink on your arm. Your favorite flower proceeds it, so lifelike and colorful. It reads: “In an endless garden of flowers, I will always pick you.”

Feeling the tears prick at the corners of your eyes, you set down your food and stand up to kiss him. “It’s beautiful, Spence.”

“Always,” he whispers.

You swear you see Jenna shed a tear out of the corner of your eye, but she quickly wipes it away and the three of you go to town on your Thai food, peanut sauce flipping up onto your cheek. Spencer’s drink practically comes out of his nose when he laughs. “You sure this is what you want for the rest of your life?”

“Absolutely.”

Jenna huffs mockingly. “Okay, seriously, where do I find one of you?”

You laugh and tell him about her munch question and Spencer writes down a few addresses for her. “These are where I used to go. I don’t need them anymore.”

Tucking the paper into her back pocket, she takes another bite of her food and asks Spencer if he’s ready to go. Once he’s in the chair, she asks if the design and quote you chose is still what you want for him - and it absolutely is.

When the needle touches his skin, you barely see him flinch, but then you remember that he’s been shot numerous times. “Feel okay?”

“Babe, I’ve been shot in the neck and had my ass beat in prison,” he laughs, quickly clarifying for Jenna that he was in fact provably framed for murder.

Jenna scoffs and dips the needle into the ink she’s using. “I don’t know for sure, but I’ve tattooed some rough looking guys and some ex-cons, so I’m sure I’ve tatted a murderer at some point. Good to know you’re not one though.”

Spencer’s quote is a bit shorter, so it doesn’t take as long to do. You can tell he doesn’t get the same physical thrill out of it that you do and given what he’s been through in his life that’s not really surprising, but you do understand what he means about the emotional connection. Seeing his skin flare up under the steady movement of the needle, knowing he trusted you enough to pick the quote that would live there forever - it made your heart beat faster.

“Alright, all done,” she says.”

“Can I look?” He asks.

You like that he asks. Maybe he’d switch one day...just for fun...

You snap back to reality and nod, watching as his eyes scan over the quote you chose. “I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.”

He sniffles and tries to hide his tear but he can’t and Jenna dismisses herself for a minute so you can have a moment alone. “I thought it really fit. This dynamic makes me yours in so many ways, but I wanted you to know that you’re mine too.”

With his free hand, he pulls your chin toward him and presses his lips against yours, the tip of his tongue coasting over your bottom lip. “It’s perfect. You know how much I love you, right?”

“Yes, but I never get tired of hearing it, so by all means, say it again,” you laugh.

“I love you.”

After Jenna comes back, she gives instructions on how to take care of your tattoos. “Try not to touch it too much. A little bit is fine, but you’ll risk scarring otherwise.”

“We’ll take is easy.” The glint in his eye says he has something in mind for when you get home anyway. Spencer settles up the bill and gives her a nice tip, thanking her profusely for taking part in the moment. You insist that she call if she ever has questions about the lifestyle.

“Absolutely! Thanks again. You two might be the cutest couple I’ve ever had in here. And that’s saying something because I’ve been here for 10 years.”

With a quick wave, you leave hand in hand, enjoying a quiet ride home. You catch Spencer glancing at his arm, and you can do nothing but stare at your own. It’s so perfect. You couldn’t have picked a better quote from him to you.

Inside, Spencer backs you into the wall, cradling your face in his hands to kiss you. “I love mine.”

“I love mine, too,” you reply.

He takes a deep breath and slips his tongue into your mouth. You moan into him, feeling close to him in a way that’s different from the other things you’ve done together. As his left hand slips underneath your shirt, fingers grading delicately up your spine, you walk you both back toward the couch.

When he falls back into the couch, he brings you with him, situating your legs on either side of his. As you begin to grind against him, he lifts your newly-tattoed arm to his lips and kisses it softly. “I promise I’ll always choose you.”

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