Hotch felt himself getting madder and madder at Emily. She was truly infuriating. She was immature, lazy, and spoiled. She broke rules and disobeyed just for the hell of it. She probably did it more just to piss him off and of course it worked.
Hotch was currently walking Emily back to her room after the security guard at the front gate had caught her trying to sneak away.
"Why can't you just stay home for one night?" Hotch asked as they walked up the driveway towards the house.
"We have been planning to go to the beach and get drunk for a week now." Emily explained in a frustrated whine. "We finally agreed on a day when everyone was free."
"Why can't you just tell your mother you're going to the beach then? Why does it always have to be a theatrical escape attempt?"
"Because if I told her who I was going with then she wouldn't let me go."
"Well that's because you have terrible friends." Hotch said simply as they got to the front door.
Emily's mouth fell open. "Excuse me? They've been there for me when no one else has. They listen to me and they care enough about me to get to know the real me." Emily felt heat rise to her cheeks as she started to get angrier.
Hotch scoffed as they walked through the front door. "They don't have your best interests in mind. They use you and you know they do." Emily stayed silent. "Tell me, have any of them asked if you got your Yale letter yet?"
"Fuck off Hotch, you don't know what you're talking about." Emily said through gritted teeth. She didn't need to answer him out loud. They both knew the answer was no.
They walked up the stairs in silence. Once they reached the top Hotch spoke again.
"Make better decisions and you're mom will give you some freedom back. It's simple."
"Why does all the staff here work against me?" Emily countered harshly.
Hotch stopped in front of her door. "You know, you really like getting pissed at the middle man. I just follow orders from the Ambassador. It's not hard, maybe you should try it sometime."
"It wouldn't kill you to be on my side every now and then!" Emily responded, raising her voice.
"Start behaving like an adult and not a spoiled brat and we'll talk." Hotch replied in an eerily calm tone.
They stared at each other in silence for a moment. Hotch could see a pink flush to Emily's usually pale skin and she stood with a powerful stance, feet slightly apart, shoulders back and her arms crossed below her chest. He saw her jaw clench and watched her chest rise and fall in time with her erratic breathing.
Hotch stood in front of Emily looking annoying calm. A practiced poker face made an appearance in every fight they had. It made Emily want to scream. She knew she was getting under his skin but he never gave her the satisfaction of seeing it.
"You are infuriating! I hate you." Emily snapped. "Leave me alone. Go suck up to my mother or something." She hissed, stepping closer to Hotch.
Hotch glared down at her, she knew exactly what she was doing and Hotch knew that he couldn't resist her. All week he had remembered her screams of pleasure and how her body molded to his. He looked down the hall briefly to make sure they were alone before pushing her hips against the door and crashing his lips to hers.
Emily pulled her body flush against his as their tongues battled for dominance. She snaked her hand behind her to open the door causing them to stumble into her room. Hotch kicked the door closed, picked her up, and walked over to the bed, dropping her on the plush mattress. He stood over her, showing his dominance and the fire behind his stare.
Emily clenched her thighs together under his stare. He was so predictable. He had to have control and power over her at all times. "God I hate you." She breathed, as she pulled her shirt over her head.
Hotch's gaze fell to her chest, rapidly rising and falling with her breathing. He reached for her leggings and pulled them off of her so that she was laying in front of him in nothing but a thong.
Emily's hands ran up her toned stomach to her boobs. She massaged them gently. "Do you feel powerful?" She teased with a knowing smirk. "Masculine? Do you think if you keep your clothes on then I won't contaminate you?"
Hotch's eyes narrowed at her. "Do you ever shut up?" He growled as finally leaned down to kiss her. He pushed a knee between her legs and she rolled her hips against it, moaning into his mouth. He massaged her boobs roughly. He smirked against her lips when he rolled her nipple and she gasped.
Emily's hands ran into his hair, grabbing and pulling as Hotch kissed along her jaw and neck. One hand glided down his body and rubbed his already hard dick through his dress pants. "Hard already? Missed me that much?" She teased and Hotch ignored her.
She quickly unzipped his pants and freed him, not bothering to try and take off his pants. She ran her hand along his length and felt a wave of heat run through her body as he let out a breathy moan against her neck.
Her body arched into his. "Hurry up and fuck me." She demanded. "What the fuck are you waiting for?"
Hotch wondered if her only goal in life was to piss him off? Because if so, she was really good at it. Hotch moved away from her and stood at the edge of the bed. "Get on all fours." He ordered. Emily loved when he used that assertive tone with her and she quickly got on all fours in front of him, slightly out of reach just to piss him off.
Hotch looped his arm around her stomach and pulled her to where he wanted. "You need to work on following orders." He whispered before lining himself up with her dripping entrance and thrusting into her quickly. Emily's head fell forward as she gasped. This time he couldn't hold back to let her adjust, he fucked her fast and almost lost it when he saw Emily grab fistfuls of the expensive comforter below them.
"Yes, yes, yes." She chanted below him, begging him to keep going. Her back was arched down and her ass pushed high. Hotch's hand ran across her ass soothingly before he spanked her.
Emily's pussy tightened around him in response as she moaned her approval. He spanked her a few more times until red handprints started to form on her pale skin.
Emily was close to her first release. "Deeper." She demanded desperately and immediately came when Hotch obliged. "Fuck." She groaned, as he stilled his movements.
Emily got on her knees and turned around to face him. She draped her arms loosely over Hotch's shoulders and kissed him. "I love when you stay deep inside me." She mumbled against his lips. Hotch smirked and pushed on her shoulders so that she fell onto her back.
Hotch's eyes ran over her body slowly, one of his hands stroked his dick mindlessly. Emily's mouth went dry. "Goddamn that's hot." She whispered.
Hotch moved so that he could thrust into her again. He filled her to the hilt and then some. Emily's eyes rolled back as their gazes met. Hotch watched her as he pulled out of her slowly, enough to get a good powerful, deep thrust into Emily's waiting pussy.
"Oh fuck yes!" She squealed, her ankles locking around Hotch's waist. "More." She demanded. Emily liked when his thrusts matched his confident and cocky attitude.
Hotch sat up slightly and grabbed her hips, forcibly pulling her onto his dick as he thrust into her.
Emily smirked at him. "You like fucking me?" She panted as her body jolted with each thrust. "You like using me to get your anger out?" Hotch's face twitched slightly and Emily knew she had struck gold.
Emily's hand snaked to her clit where three fingers set a fast pace. Her eyes closed slightly and she bit her lip, as she felt herself nearing her release again. "Use me Hotch." She moaned. "Fuck, use me. It feels so good." Her other hand pinched her nipple, effectively triggering her release.
Hotch was practically drooling. He dug his fingers into her hips, he closed his eyes and felt her body tighten around his and listened to her scream in pleasure. A string of strained moans fell from his lips as he came inside her. His body twitched above Emily's as she squirmed in pleasure under him.
Heavy breathing filled the quiet room as they both tried to come back to Earth. Hotch stayed above her, putting his weight on his arm that was by her head. He had yet to open his eyes.
Emily licked her lips, still out of breath. "I recommend we do that at least three times a week." Hotch opened his eyes and glared at her, no words necessary.
He stood up, redid his pants, and walked over to the mirror to fix his hair. He stood up straight and straightened his tie and suit jacket.
He chanced a look at Emily through the mirror and saw that she had moved up to the lay against the pillows and was lazily playing with her clit. Her hair was disheveled and her eye makeup was smudged slightly.
"Want some?" She purred. "Come over Hotch."
He turned to face her. "We can't keep doing this." He stated firmly.
"Hey, this time it was your fault. Now we're even." Emily replied, dipping her fingers into her still dripping pussy. Hotch's attention locked onto her hand, watching as her fingers disappeared into her.
He shook his head and looked up at her. Emily had a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. "Can you stop? This is serious." Hotch huffed, walking back to the edge of bed. "We are bound to get in trouble. This can't happen again."
Emily sat up and crossed her legs. "Correction, you're bound to get in trouble. You'll be fired in less than a second. I'll be fine." Emily stated bluntly. "Besides, it's not my fault that pissing you off makes you horny and hungry for control."
"That's where you're wrong. Anger doesn't turn me on. You just piss me off so much because you're immature, lazy, and spoiled." Hotch reminded her.
Emily crawled to the end of the bed where Hotch was standing, and where he had fucked senseless not five minutes ago. "Hotch please, save the pillow talk for later." She purred, watching as Hotch's jaw clenched in anger. She grasped his jaw, felt the sharp stubble there, guiding his head to the side as she kissed along his collar and up to his ear, where she licked the shell of his ear. "Let's do this again sometime, how does tomorrow sound?"
Hotch stepped away from her. "No." He said simply, his poker face back on. Emily just raised an eyebrow at him, not believing him for a second, before watching him leave her bedroom without another word.
Hotch looked up and down the hall before going back to his office to work. She was always in his head, and most of the time she was right, which only proved to annoy Hotch even more.
Satisfied, Emily took a warm shower and examined the few bruises that were forming on her hips. Now she knew Hotch's weakness. All she had to do was piss him off enough that he wanted to hate fuck her. And luckily for Emily, getting Hotch angry was really easy.