Author's note: 18+ only!

"Defensive driving classes? Really?"

Director Daisy Johnson looked up, surprised. Robbie Reyes, one of her agents and coincidentally her secret housemate, had burst into her office unannounced.

She hastily slammed her laptop shut, worried about impropriety. "How did you get past my guard?" She glowered at him. "I gave orders not to be disturbed."

" You," Robbie pointed at her. "Signed me up for driving classes? You damn right I'm gonna disturb you."

"Every agent needs a certification in tactical driving," Daisy bristled, stepping away from her desk. "You're not above the rules, Agent Reyes. This isn't Hillrock Heights."

"This has shit to do with where I come from," Robbie jabbed Daisy's shoulder with a gloved hand. "I can outdrive any of these assholes, and you damn well know it."

Daisy narrowed her eyes. "Raise your hand to me again," she challenged him. "And you'll have a bigger problem than a class." She crossed her arms staring him down.

Robbie stepped nearer, his breath warm on her skin. "What'll you do?" He lowered his voice so her assistant outside wouldn't hear. "Make me eat your cooking?" He moved in closer and Daisy took a step back till she was backed up on her desk. Robbie's gaze dropped to her lips and smirked. "Yeah, I didn't think so."

The words were barely out of his mouth when Daisy's arm shot out and she slammed him face down on the desk, his arm pinned behind his back.

"Disrespect me like that again," she bit his neck hard, leaving a mark. "And your ass is sleeping on the couch."

Robbie's dick was instantly hard at how she manhandled him, pressing him into the hard desk.

"I- ah," Robbie gasped. "Can I get a minute before I leave?"

Daisy pulled him up, and when she saw why, she jabbed him in the chest.

"Really Robbie?" she whispered. "A boner? Now?"

"The hell you want me to do?" he whispered back, turning around so he could adjust himself. "You know damn well what I like."

"I have a 2 pm video conference with President Ellis," Daisy hid a smile, as she folded her arms."How about you and your little problem get the hell out of my office."

"My problem ain't little," Robbie smirked, and Daisy grinned.

She'd thought them crossing that line would harm their friendship, but it only seemed to add another dimension to it.

"You keep talking big," Daisy grumbled. "I'll see you at home."

"You better stop ordering me around like you own me." Robbie glanced at her briefly before looking away. "We're not a couple, remember?"

"You better be showered, naked, and in my bed when I get there," Daisy surveyed him critically. "Before you find out what I really own."

The heat she saw in Robbie's eyes went straight to her clit and she licked her lips as she escorted him to the door.

"Let me know when Agent Reyes gives you problems," she informed her assistant. "Sometimes he needs harder handling."

Her assistant nodded, while Robbie glowered at Daisy's hidden meaning.

Not in front of strangers, his eyes warned her.

Daisy smirked and leaned on the door jamb, and watched him walk away.

A discreet cough sounded. "Not that it's my place to say anything," her assistant was shuffling papers. "But the sound carries even when you whisper." She flushed. "I don't care but I, ah, thought you should know."

"Thank you, Agent Crawford," Daisy nodded, blushing.

She'd have to let Robbie know when she saw him that night.

Daisy usually got home late because of her Director position, but there weren't any fires that needed putting out, so she left when her staff did.

If she was lucky, Robbie would've been expecting her later, and she'd get to punish him for not obeying her orders.

She opened her front door with a smile.

Robbie had just exited the shower when he heard her enter.

"Dais?" he called out. "Everything okay?"

"Why aren't you in my bed?" She stalked in, depositing her bag on the foyer table.

"How come you're home so early?" Robbie was drying himself, water dripping on the floor.

Daisy bit her lip as her eyes roved on his body, resting on the tattoos on his arms and biceps that not many people knew were there. But she did, and they were hers.

"I figured you wouldn't obey," Daisy was relaxing with every moment passing. She unbuttoned her jacket and threw it on the couch. "I brought something home for you."

Robbie paused, trying to gauge Daisy's mood. "Something?"

"A punishment."

Robbie's cock throbbed. "Punish me?"

"You think you can disobey the Director?" Daisy was in his face in three strides. "On your knees."

"I don't -"

Daisy pushed him mid-sentence. "On. Your. Knees."

Robbie's cock went from half mast to rock hard. "Daisy-"

Her hand was at his throat, strong and firm. "You don't call me by my first name."

Robbie's eyes fluttered shut. He loved it when she took over. He didn't have to think, or worry, just feel.

And feel he did, because Daisy was shoving him towards the bedroom, not stopping till she had him kneeling on the bed.

"Don't move," she ordered him, and he was happy to remain still, sinking into the mattress. He listened to her footsteps as she walked away, and the hum of the AC.

He heard her returning, and the rustling of packaging being opened. Her hands were on his ass, and he bit his lip when her fingers trailed down his crease.

"We talked about this, yeah?" Daisy murmured. "Face down."

Robbie immediately obeyed, ass in the air, and his face pressed against a pillow that smelled just like her. He could feel his anxiety unraveling as Daisy took over.

Everyone at SHIELD admired him for his rigid control, and irreverent attitude but only Daisy knew he was turning into a ball of restlessness, that was getting harder to manage.

Before, he'd rationalized that the people he killed got what they deserved, end of story.

But then he'd met Daisy and joined SHIELD, and blood started having a stench again, and the cries of the dying started resonating. And when he talked to Gabe, listening to stories of club meetings and the cute guy in his brother's class, he wondered what type of example he was setting.

A rough slap on his ass stilled his thoughts.

She didn't normally spank him, it wasn't something they particularly enjoyed, but she'd sometimes do it to bring him back when his ruminating got out of control.

He shuddered when Daisy parted him, and trailed her finger down his crease.

"Lick me," Robbie murmured. "Please." She was in charge, but they'd agreed that she always needed his permission.

She trailed soft kisses where she'd slapped him, then drifted lower. Her tongue was warm, seeking his entrance, and he battled the feelings of guilt that always came.

"Babe," he moaned when one of her hands grasped his cock.

He yelped in pain when her grip tightened.

"Director," he breathed. "Please."

"Please what, Agent Reyes?"

Robbie bit his lip. What could he say? He wanted her to cover him, rough him up, take over. Make him feel anything but the hole where his soul once was.

"Help me-" he whimpered. "Help me forget."

Another sound, a pop, and then a squirt, and there was cool, slippery lube on his asshole.

"It's too cold," Robbie whined.

"My bad," she murmured, rubbing it in. "I'll get the warming one for you."

Robbie sighed. The cooling actually felt good. Suddenly, there was a bump, and a hardness opening him up.

"It's a plug," Daisy explained, sliding it in. "I want you to wear it tonight."

"It feels weird," Robbie frowned, struggling to get up now. What the hell was he doing? Why was he face down, ass up in his boss' bed, while she buggered him? Who was he anymore?

A harsh crack on his ass broke through his thoughts.

"Ouch!" Robbie growled. "I told you. No spanking."

"Stop thinking," Daisy was finishing putting the plug in. "And I barely touched you."

Robbie squeezed his eyes shut, as blood-curdling screams surfaced and the phantom pain of the Ghost Rider burning away his flesh.

"I can't." Robbie bit out. This was too much. He needed that anal plug out of him. He needed to get out and take a spin in his car, breathing the night air, away from people. Away from Daisy who always saw too fucking much and kept trying to fix him. Wanting him to be human.

Suddenly, she was pulling him up and using her strength, she shoved him against the headboard, pinning his arms behind his back.

"That voice in your head?" A click sounded, and there were handcuffs at his wrist. "It's a fucking lie."

Robbie growled, thrashing against the cuffs but then something soft slipped against his face, it was a blindfold.

"Shhh," Daisy soothed. "Just five minutes."

300 seconds, Robbie thought, willing his mouth not to tremble.

300 seconds where he wanted to rage and burn and thrash about, but instead, he had handcuffs and a blindfold and a plug in his ass.

"It's not fair," Robbie snarled, giving in to anger. "I hate this."

Daisy stroked his back. "Say the safe word."

Robbie shook his head. They both knew he didn't want to.

1 minute passed then 2.

"I hate this. I hate this. I hate this." Whether it was Robbie, or the Ghost Rider, chanting the refrain, Daisy would never know, but she stayed, stroking Robbie's back, and making soothing noises.

"Take this off," Robbie growled, and if he wasn't blindfolded, his eyes would've been glowing. "You don't own me. Take this off!"

"You know the safeword," Daisy grabbed his hair, pulling it harder than necessary. Fucking Ghost Rider always liked to show up. "Say it or shut the fuck up."

Three minutes passed, and now Robbie was thrashing about in earnest. If it wasn't for the handcuffs, Daisy would've been blocking blows.

"Fuck you," Daisy shoved him back to the headboard. She was mad at Robbie, mad at the Ghost Rider, and mad at herself for falling for a guy who probably needed an exorcism. "It's 90 seconds more, don't be a pussy."

"Let me go," Robbie roared, the Ghost Rider taking over, and the smell of ash in the air.

The quake Daisy gave him sent him reeling. "You had your chance to kill me, you demonic piece of shit." She was shaking him. "Give Robbie one more minute, or I swear to God, I'm getting a ball gag next."

That shut the Ghost Rider up, and Daisy made a mental note to look up Nick Fury's files on the Rider. There had to be a way to control it.

The final sixty seconds passed peacefully, and as soon as it was over, Daisy unlocked Robbie's handcuffs and took off his blindfold.

"You okay, baby?" Daisy whispered, holding him close. "You know you can say the safeword anytime, right?" It was the only reason they didn't use gags.

Robbie nodded, closing his eyes, needing to disappear under the covers and let sleep claim him.

"Thank you," he murmured, as Daisy tucked him in.

"For roughing you up?" Daisy joked but her eyes were serious.

"For giving me what I need," Robbie squeezed her hand. "For loving me."

Daisy stroked his hair and blinked back tears as he drifted off to sleep, secure that she loved him enough to sometimes manhandle him.