Summary: There are some experts who believe that we all either have a dominant or a submissive personality. That we are destined to be unhappy until we meet our perfect opposite.

Contains BDSM. DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THE SUBJECT. This story is totally AU and very OOC but I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds. This story is for entertainment purposes only. No infringement intended.

Author's Note: This was written for the one and only love of my life Aaronemilylove. I love you baby. Through eternity you shall always hold my heart.

For the people reading this that don't approve of what this story is about, my question to you is why did you even click on it? If you don't like it then don't read it. I'm not trying to be rude but it states in the summary what this story contains and if you don't like the subject then why even click on it? I appreciate more than anything for people to enjoy my stories and I will take constructive criticism and try to improve for those that truly appreciate my work.

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Chapter 1

Emily sat at her desk looking up at Hotch's office window. The blinds were drawn and the room was dark beside a soft glow from the lamp he had on by the small couch in the corner. She had been wondering for weeks about what was wrong with him. Oh, he put on a good front in the office and no one else seemed to notice how hard he was trying to act like himself. Emily could see through the facade, the way he seemed lost in his thoughts at moments they should be on a case. He seemed withdrawn, more than usual anyway. He was never one to interact with the team very much unless it was dealing with a case or the occasional outing to a bar for a drink. That was rare, but he did indulge every now and then. He had been leaving the office earlier and coming in later than he normally would. He just wasn't acting like 'Hotch' and she set it upon herself to find out why.

Emily looked down at her wrist to check the time. Seven thirty-seven, if she were to go by Hotch's actions this week he would be leaving at eight. She had just enough time to turn in the files she had rushed to complete and get to her car before he came out of his dungeon of doom. She threw on her jacket and gathered her things before grabbing the files off her desk. She quickly made her way up the steps to the catwalk where she stopped long enough to knock before barging in without waiting for a reply.

Hotch was standing at the window looking outside when he heard the knock a split second before Emily barreled through the door. He spun around quickly as the door swung open

"Please, do come in." Emily knew by the tone in his voice that he was not pleased.

"I'm sorry Sir, I was just in a hurry. Here are the files you needed." She rushed over to the desk setting the files down on the corner.

"Hot date?" She knew he wasn't amused even though he tried to make his tone more playful.

"Um, no Sir. Just ready to get out of here. You know with the long weekend I'm just looking forward to the time off." Emily knew it was a lie, well not a lie entirely but not the whole truth either. She was looking forward to the long weekend but she was more worried about him than the weekend off.

Hotch's phone went off as a message came through. He read the message and looked back up at Emily after sending a quick reply.

"Well by all means please go, enjoy your weekend." His tone was flat and Emily swore she could hear a longing in his voice. Why, was the question?

Emily stopped halfway back to the door and turned to face him. "Are you okay Hotch?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Now go enjoy your weekend." Hotch replied as he started gathering his things as if he was rushing her out of his office.

Emily hesitated before turning and walking out of his office. Her mind was made up. By the end of this weekend she would find out what was bothering him and she would do so come hell or high water. She rushed to the elevator and down to the parking garage to her car, getting in her car with only minutes to spare before she knew Hotch would be coming out of the elevator himself. She pulled out onto the street, pulling over a block away where she knew he would not notice her parked and she waited.

Waiting was the easy part trying to follow him would be a little trickier. He was trained just like she was to look out for those kinds of things automatically. It was like breathing for them and came naturally, so what ever she did would have to be done from quite a distance behind him.

Five minutes later she saw Hotch drive by like a bat of hell and it took everything she had in her not to lose sight of the taillights on his SUV. She followed behind him from a safe distance and twenty minutes later she watched as he pulled into a parking lot, parking his SUV off to the side of the building. There was no sign to tell her what this place was, but by the amount of vehicles parked in the parking lot it had to be a popular place.

Emily parked on the street and watched as Hotch got out but lost sight of him in the shadows. She sat there and debated on whether she should get out of her car. She couldn't see where Hotch went and was curious as to why he would be in such a hurry to get here. Was this what the text he received was about? Was he here to meet someone? Was it a woman?

There were so many questions going through her head but the last one left her feeling something she hadn't felt before. For anyone. She felt jealous and she wasn't sure why. She didn't have feelings for him. Did she? Of course she cared about him, he was her friend, but her feelings for him had always been just that and nothing more. Or was there something more, something she had been denying to herself? JJ and Penelope had teased her about liking him 'that way' but she always denied it. She had always come up with a reason as to why she had done things for him, like bringing him coffee or staying late to help him finish up with files that needed to be turned in to Strauss. Her reasons were legit, or at least they had been to her. Now she sat here doubting herself and what she truly felt for her boss.

She got out of her car and made her way to Hotch's SUV, as she rounded the front of the SUV she was jerked around by a hand on her upper arm.

"Just what the hell do you think you are doing? Are you following me?" Hotch asked and Emily was scared of him for the first time since meeting him. His grip on her arm was painful and she tried to pull it from his grasp but he only tightened his grip.

"Answer me when I ask you a question." his voice was low but harsh, leaving no room for her to think that she could get away from not doing as he said.

"I was worried and..."

"And that gave you the right to follow me and stick your nose into MY business?" he interrupted, clearly and totally pissed at her.

"No Hotch, I'm sorry." she tried to explain. "I just knew that something has been bothering you lately and I...I...I just wanted to help if I could." Emily sighed and hung her head in shame.

"You wanted to help? You wanted to help? Be careful what you say Emily. You might just regret it." he said, his tone was still very angry but his fingers loosened slightly on her arm.

Emily looked up and she could see his eyes were dark and tormented, even in the darkness of the night. That's when she knew that she had to offer to do what she could to help him.

"Hotch, that's all I wanted to do. I just want to help. You lock everything up inside and never let anyone in. I'm offering to be here for you if you would just let me in." Her voice trembled and she wasn't sure if it was from fear or from the fact that he still had his hand around her arm.

Even though he was no longer holding her as tightly as he was, his hand still burned her skin through the fabric of her shirt.

"You have no idea what you are saying Emily. You might want to rethink what you are offering." he said as he looked down into the depths of her eyes, searching for something, anything that told him she would be okay with what he was considering letting her witness.

"I don't have to rethink it Hotch. I know I want to help you. All you have to do is let me in." she said, pleading with him to let her help him.

With that Hotch jerked her closer to him and her breath caught in her chest. He watched her for a moment, his eyes still searching hers, before turning and pushing her in front of him, never letting go of her arm.

"Hotch? What are you doing?" she asked him, stumbling over the asphalt as he pushed her towards a door on the side of the building.

"I'm going to show you exactly what you wanted. You wanted to know what has been wrong with me so I'm going to show you. When you get inside do not speak. No questions. Not a word until I tell you that you can. Keep your head down, eyes on the floor. Is that understood?" he asked her as they approached the door.

"Yes." Was all she said as the fear began to build inside her again.

Emily's feet faltered about two feet away from the door causing her to trip. She would have fallen flat on her face if it hadn't been for Hotch holding on to her arm. He showed no concern, just pushed her the last two feet to the door where he punched in the code for a numeric lock and Emily heard the lock disengage. Hotch opened the door, pushing her inside. Emily stared at the walls and floor, white and void of any color. There was no art work on the walls to bring in some color, just three white metal doors with the same white control panel for the locks to each door. She noticed the camera near the ceiling in the far corner of, the best way she could describe it, foyer like room. What the hell was this place?

"Head down." Hotch said sternly. "The door on the left leads into the private club. The door straight ahead is to the offices and the door here on the right is where we are going." he said as he pushed her in front of him toward the door to the right.

Hotch punched in a code and opened the door pushing her ahead of him into a long hallway. There were a total of eight doors that lined the same stark white walls and floors as the first room, four doors on each side. Hotch led her to the last door on the left and put in another code before pushing her into the darkened room.

Once inside the room Hotch closed the door and Emily heard the lock engage automatically. Her head was down, her eyes on the floor like he had told her and his hand was still holding her arm. It was like if he let go of her she would disappear. He spun her around to face the door so she couldn't see around the darkened room.

"Stay there, do not move and do not look around." His voice was commanding and she knew not to question him.

Emily could hear him moving around behind her and the room was lit in a soft red glow seconds later. She wanted to turn around but knew that he would just get more upset with her if she did. She had know idea what was going on and to be honest she regretted ever following him here. She should have just left well enough alone and let him handle whatever is bothering him by himself, but then again, she isn't that kind of person. She genuinely wanted to help him, fear or not.

Emily heard a what sounded like an intercom buzzer and then Hotch was speaking. "Isabelle, cancel my appointment tonight. I'll be in here with a new client."

"Yes Sir." Came the voice of whoever he was speaking to.

"Hotch? What's going on? What is this place?" she asked, not able to keep the questions in any longer.

"I believe I told you no talking." his voice boomed from behind her causing her to jump. "If you can't follow that simple instruction what makes you think you could ever help me?"

Emily didn't know if she should answer or not so she didn't. Her mistake. His fist was in her hair pulling her head back before she knew it.

"I asked you a question Emily. Do I not deserve an answer?" his voice was low and didn't sound like Hotch at all. It was more gravely and so much more sterner than anything she had ever heard come from him before.

Tears sprang to her eyes as the fear welled inside her once again. She had never seen him like this. Ever. It was like he was a totally different person than the Aaron Hotchner that she knew.

"Yes. Of course you deserve an answer. I wasn't sure if you wanted me to speak. I'm sorry Hotch. I'll do as you ask just please let go." her voice was full of fear as she felt her hair being pulled tighter in his grasp.

"I'll let go when I'm damn good and ready to let go. You came here to help me and if you are going to do that then you are going to listen to what I have to say." he said as he released his grip on her hair with a shove, almost pushing her head into the door and Emily's body shook with fear as she heard him move away from her.

"I like things that other men you know probably don't." he hesitated as though unsure of how he wanted to say what he wanted to next. He paced the floor trying to calm himself. If he wanted her help he had to be calm.

"I found this place about six months ago. It lets me delve into this side of me that you know nothing about. You say that you want to help me but you nothing about what I want. No, what I need. You and the others go about your every day lives satisfied with the way things are. I couldn't do that anymore. I was lost. The guilt I felt from Haley's death and from the fact that I am not the father that I should be for Jack, it was eating me alive. Killing me slowly."

Emily could hear the torture in his voice as he spoke about Haley and Jack and she could feel the pain coursing through the room like a wave on the ocean. It broke her heart to know that he was in so much pain still after two years. She listened as he continued to move around behind her.

"I first came here to help me cope with that guilt. I felt I needed to be punished for how I am with Jack and for what happened to Haley, but I learned things about myself after the first session that I couldn't deny any longer. There is still guilt but I have found a way to cope with it better. A release really."

Punished? Session? What was he talking about? Emily was confused as to what he was talking about but that didn't last long.

"I learned that I'm not into being a Submissive. My role here is as a Dom. I get what I need from giving the women who come here what they need. I take the guilt I feel and I guess you can say that I take it out on the Submissive. I have rules. Ones I take very serious. The number one rule is that there is no penetration. The other Dom's do offer that for their clients but I do not. That is not why I do this." Emily knew exactly what he was talking about now.

"Why, isn't that part of this world? Isn't that why the women come here? To be dominated in every way?" Emily was, to say the least, shocked at what he was telling her. She had no idea that he would ever be into anything like this. Especially after what they see in there line of work. The depravity that they see every day. How could he do this?

"Yes it is but I have found away around that. I discipline the Sub and bring in another Dom to finish their session. It's not realistic for most Dom's but I get the release I need from the things that I do to them. I have never found the need to go further than that." he explained to her.

"Then how does this do you any good if you don't find that release as well?" she asked confused.

"Because it's not about sex for me, Emily. It's not a sexual release I am looking for. It's about tapping into the guilt I feel and releasing it through the discipline I give these women. When I was a Sub it helped but being a Dom helps me more. I don't know why. You would think being flogged among other things would be enough for me but it wasn't. I needed another way to release it and my Dom saw that. She showed me everything I needed to know and taught me the proper way to do what I do. She said that I was born to be a Dom." he said and she could hear the laughter in his voice in his last sentence.

"Turn around Emily." he ordered her.

She turned slowly and took in the room. The walls and floor were covered in black padded leather. Hotch stood next to a table in the center of the room. It was also covered in the same padded leather. There was a shower and sink on the far wall with a small padded bench to sit on in between the two. Emily looked at Hotch and just stared at him.

"Hotch, I don't know what to say." she said, confused as to what he wanted from her.

Hotch walked around the table toward her. "Emily, I know this is confusing to you. You said you wanted to help me right?" he asked, stopping in front of her.

"Yes, it is very confusing and yes, I do want to help you but this...this is something, I don't even know what this is. The only thing I know about BDSM is from our cases and the only experience I have with it is with the guy I let spank me in college."

"If you decide to do this and I'm saying if, then there are things we would need to discuss first. I need to know your soft limits and your hard limits. There will be a contract to sign with everything in it. There will be nothing missed. We will both sign it and it is binding for both of us. I have no contracts with the women that come here." he said and began to pace the room while he spoke. "Most of them think of this as a game or a way to get their kicks. I indulge them and their little fantasies, but if we do this I would take it very seriously and you would be my only Sub. You could not see anyone but me. That means no dates, no sleeping with anyone during the time of our contract."

"I can't date or sleep with anyone? Why? And just how long would that be?" she asked, curious at how long he intended for this to go on.

"As long as we both agree. No you can't date or sleep with anyone because while you are my Sub, I expect your full concentration on what we are doing and I expect you to be available at any time I need you to be. There will be consequences for things that you do that break the rules that will be set. At any time you can stop. People think that this kind of life is controlled by the Dom but in fact it's controlled by the Sub. You would control just about every aspect of this relationship. The only control I have is the why, when and how. You also have control over the how, by me learning your soft limits and your hard limits." he explained to her.

"What exactly are soft and hard limits and what exactly am I going to get out of this arrangement Hotch?" she questioned him.

"You will receive pleasure from this Emily. It may not seem like it at first but you will, whether you want to or not. Your body will not be able to control that and neither will you. It's nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed by. That's why most women do this. You can't have the kind of pleasure I am talking about without pain."

"I thought you said that you didn't sleep with the women." she asked him with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't and I said that there is no penetration Emily. The pain in what I do to you will also bring you pleasure. You will just have to trust me on this. At least until you experience it for yourself."

"Okay." Her reply was timid but left no room in Hotch's mind that she understood what he was saying.

"A soft limit means that something is flexible." he began as he started to answer her other question. "Things you may want to try now but may change your mind about them if you don't like it. I can push your limits to see if you can take it but you have the ability to change something over time with experience and knowledge of that type of discipline. A hard limit is something someone will absolutely not do, usually it's non-negotiable. It can be changed later if you so choose. The contract is to make you feel more comfortable knowing that there are guidelines that I will follow. I will not do anything to you that you specify that you do not want done. You will have safe words that I expect you to use if you need to. Green, yellow and red. Green means that you are okay and want to continue. Yellow means that you are close to your threshold and you need a break but not that you actually want to stop. I will pause what I am doing and give you time. Red means that I will stop whatever I am doing immediately and that the session will be over. At that point we will discuss what the issue is and adjust accordingly. I may continue the session after we talk if I see fit." he said, methodical in the way he was describing things to her.

"Hotch this is all so overwhelming to me. How do I make a decision about this now?" she said, running her fingers through her hair to push it back out of her eyes.

"You have time to think about it Emily. Tonight I want to show you some of the things that I would do to you if you decide to sign the contract. That way you would know just what you might be saying yes to." he said and Emily could hear the hope in his voice.

Emily stood there with thoughts running through her head. Could she allow herself to be treated this way? By him? Was it worth it to help him? She wasn't sure. She had no idea of the things he wanted to do, so how could she just say no or yes to this?

"You'll stop if I ask you to?" He could hear the concern for her safety in her voice.

"Yes Emily. I promise that I am not going to do anything that is going to physically or mentally harm you in any way. Tonight is about finding out some of your limits." he told her, sure of himself and his abilities. "Do you want to learn more, Emily?"

"I, um, I think so." She knew he could probably hear the fear in her voice but hell, she felt afraid.

"I don't want you to think. I want you to know." She jumped as Hotch's voice got stern. "I need you to go into this wholeheartedly, not treat it like a game. Do you understand?"

All she could do was nod. His tone told her how serious he was, and she really did want to learn more about what he'd told her. Hotch nodded back at her; his nod being one of decisiveness.

"Good girl. You will need to do as I say when I say. Is that understood?"

"Yes." she said without hesitation.

"Before we go any further I want to make sure that you will use your safe words if I do anything that you can't handle. They are for your safety Emily. And I don't mean anything that's slightly outside of your comfort zone, because I'm sure that all of this is outside of that." They both chuckled softly. "I mean anything that you definitely, unmistakably cannot handle or do not like. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Oh, and one other thing, Emily, while we are in a session you will address me as Sir." his face had a stern look again, and Emily swallowed hard. "Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl!" and just like that his expression changed, more like the Hotch she knew at work with his stern eyes and set jawline.

"Take your clothes off." Emily hesitated for a fraction of a second. "Now, Emily!"

Emily rushed to do as he'd said as quickly as she could. She stood there in just her bra and panties as he eyed her.

"All of your clothes Emily." he said, never tearing his eyes from hers.

She removed the remainder of her clothing until she stood naked in front of him, her legs shaking and her heart racing, wondering what she was supposed to do next.

Hotch walked towards her, and then walked around her, looking her up and down; his eyes leaving a burning trail everywhere they touched. Emily waited nervously for his next words, not knowing if she was going to like them or not but feeling fully committed to following through with this.

"You are exquisite, Emily." his voice was low and husky, and Emily felt a pang of desire run through her naked body. He came to a stop in front of her again.

"I'm going to blindfold you Emily, but not just yet." She'd expecting that so it was no great surprise to her to actually hear him say the words. "It will heighten your senses and sensations you experience. It might be a little scary to you, but again, I promise that I am not going to do anything that is going to physically or mentally harm you in any way."

"Yes Sir." she replied.

Hotch walked away from her and back over by the table and turned to face her again. She was still standing near the door, barely five feet into the room. She was naked and felt very exposed to his searching eyes. With his hands on his hips he watched her for a moment.

His right hand came down from his hip and his index finger pointed to the ground beside him, but that was the only move he made. "Crawl."

Emily did not hesitate but for a second before she dropped to her hands and knees and began to crawl across the floor toward him. It was humiliating to be forced to crawl as though she were some pet to be commanded. She crawled the distance across the floor slowly, even with the padding on the floor it still hurt some. She could feel the heat from his gaze with every movement she made. Stopping on the spot on the floor that he had pointed to, she looked up to see his eyes on her ass. Emily could feel the fear rise again but at the same time she felt excited. She had no idea that she could feel so helpless and actually feel turned on at just the idea of Hotch punishing her this way. Whatever this way was. The emotions were overwhelming but there was no way she was going to tell him no now. She had to help him in whatever way she could.

"You do know that I have to punish you for following me here don't you, Emily?"

"Yes Sir." her voice trembled as the realization hit her as to what was fixing to happen.

"Lay on the table, Emily." his

voice was demanding, and Emily felt her clit throb in time with her heartbeat as she stood and climbed up on top of it.

If just his voice could cause this kind of reaction in her, what was going to happen when he started? She lay on her back and turned her head to watch as Hotch bent down at the corner of the table and took hold of something that was attached to the leg. When he stood back up, she saw that he held a length of silk rope in his hand. Without saying a word, he reached for Emily's hand and securely tied the end of the rope around her wrist.

As he walked around the table Emily tugged it, feeling mixed emotions when she found that it was tied tight enough to not give an inch, but it wasn't so tight that it cut into her skin. Her other wrist was given the same treatment before he moved to the other end of the table, securing her ankles the same way. Emily was now spread-eagled on the table, completely immobilized and vulnerable; and Emily had to admit that she really didn't hate it.

Walking back to the top of the table by her head, Hotch looked down at Emily. "Not too bad is it?"