Slightly longer chapter because I took a break :)
By late morning Emily's stomach started growling. Emily snuck out of her room and walked downstairs quietly. She checked down the hallway to see her mother's office door closed. She crept into the kitchen to get a few snacks, some beer, and water to tide her over for a little while.
Hotch entered the kitchen as she was picking out her food. "Aren't you supposed to be in your room?" He asked.
Emily jumped from behind the fridge door. "Jesus Christ Hotch!"
Hotch shot her an amused grin. "I have to get food somehow. I can't starve in my room for the next few days."
"So you're actually planning on staying in your room?" Hotch asked, doubt clear on his face.
Emily grabbed a banana from the counter, turning back to face Hotch she pretended to contemplate her answer.
"Maybe." She said finally. She paused. "But I can't follow all the rules or else you won't fuck me."
Hotch's eyes grew wide and he quickly looked behind him to make sure no one had heard her. He looked back at Emily, a grin plastered on her face.
Hotch stood up straighter and pulled his gaze away from the mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "I think you got fucked plenty by that Joshua kid. You won't be needing me for a while."
Emily raised an eyebrow at him. She scoffed. "I'm not going to stroke your ego. What do you want to hear Hotch? That nobody fucks me like you do?" She mocked.
Hotch narrowed his eyes at her but smirked cockily. "I don't need you to tell me something I already know."
Emily's head fell back as she laughed. "For your information, not that it's any of your business, Josh made me scream his name multiple times. I couldn't see straight, and I could hardly remember my own name." Emily said as she gathered her snacks and drinks off the counter and walked out of the kitchen.
Hotch blew a burst of air through his nose. He hated that he was jealous of Josh. He didn't even know why he was jealous. Emily didn't belong to him, and in a few weeks she would be gone to Yale and they probably would never see each other again. Maybe Emily had been right, he needed to be in control at all times.
Hotch made a mental note to think more about his potential control issues later. For now, he followed Emily to her room. By the time he got to her door it was closed. He opened it, without knocking, and was met with Emily sitting on the edge of her bed, legs crossed, waiting for him.
"So predictable." She sighed.
Hotch closed the door. He looked at Emily. "Strip." He ordered in his authoritative tone that he knew Emily loved.
Emily just shook her head. She got off the bed and walked over to him. She kissed his cheek lightly before kissing his neck. "You want to prove that you're so powerful, rip my clothes off." She purred in his ear.
Hotch pulled away from her slightly and felt his desire for her grow. She was wearing an old V-neck t-shirt that had a few holes in it already and Hotch could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, seeing the outline of her nipples. He carefully put both hands in the neckline of the shirt and pulled it apart forcibly.
Emily moaned and let the ripped shirt fall off her arms and onto the floor. Hotch picked her up and dropped her on the bed, her body bouncing slightly. Hotch gripped the shorts she was wearing and pulled them down her legs quickly.
Hotch climbed over her and crashed his lips to hers. Emily wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled herself closer to him, her soft skin rubbing against the stiff material of his suit. Hotch bit at her neck roughly and Emily gripped his jacket as her body squirmed underneath him.
Hotch felt a wave of anger run through his body as he noticed the marks all over her pale skin that had been made by Josh. His rough hands gripped her boob. He bit along her neck and up to her ear. "I'm gonna make you scream for me." He stated and felt Emily's body shiver under him in response.
He moved down her body, sucking harshly on each nipple and gently biting the side of her boobs, causing her to gasp loudly. Hotch continued to move down her body. His stubble scratched against her stomach and her inner thighs as he nipped at her skin.
Emily could feel how wet she was. Hotch had never gone down on her and the anticipation was driving her crazy. She groaned when his stubble glided across her pussy, her back arching harshly.
Her dark eyes met Hotch's. "What a view." She commented as Hotch was situated between her legs. She moaned harshly as his tongue darted out quickly to lick her pussy.
He kissed her thigh before licking his lips. "Beg me."
Emily scoffed. "Not gonna happen buddy."
"We'll see." Hotch dismissed. He lowered his face so that it was level with her dripping pussy. "Don't make a sound." He warned before his tongue flicked her clit. Emily's body tensed as she moaned loudly. Hotch's eyes met hers. "Last chance, be quiet." Emily nodded quickly, eager for him to continue.
Hotch pushed his tongue into Emily as far as he could and watched her eyes roll back. Her eyes fluttered closed and she bit her lip to keep her moans at bay.
Emily fisted the comforter below her as Hotch's fingers danced across her clit. Hotch switched positions and pushed two fingers into her pussy and sucked on her clit. Emily's body rolled into his fingers and mouth. Hotch was impressed that she stayed quiet. He felt her pussy flutter around him and watched as her breathing became more erratic.
Hotch sucked harder and curled his fingers up, causing a load cry to fall from Emily's lips before she could muffle it. "Fuck yes!"
Hotch pulled away from her all at once. He licked his fingers clean as Emily looked at him in disbelief. Hotch stood up. "Get on your knees." He ordered.
Emily huffed a protest but listened to him. She rolled off the bed, pissed off that he wouldn't let her cum.
Hotch undid his pants and pulled himself free. "Open your mouth." Emily did as she was told and Hotch quickly thrust into her waiting mouth. Emily jerked back at the force but willed her body to relax her throat.
A deep groan left Hotch's throat as his head fell back. He held the back of her head and fucked her mouth slow and deep. "Fuck that's good."
Emily moaned around his dick. She felt how wet she was, her hand snaked down to her clit and she slowly pleasured herself. When Hotch looked down at her again Emily saw anger flash behind his eyes. He stopped his movements. "Did I tell you to touch yourself?" He asked and smirked when she whined.
"You need to learn to do as you're told." Hotch stated, letting go of the back of her head and letting her take over. Emily's hand stroked the base of his dick slowly as her tongue swirled around the tip. "You'll make me cum first and then I'll think about letting you cum." Emily sped up her strokes, eager to cum.
Hotch moaned loudly. "Yes!" Every moan and curse that fell from his lips went straight to Emily's core. She could feel her pussy pulsing and dripping. She loved that she seemingly had all the control but she knew that Hotch could dominate her in a second.
Emily took him as deep as she could, gagging on his length and letting her eyes water and stream down her face. Hotch could feel himself getting closer to his release.
"Put your hands behind your back." He moaned through gritted teeth. Emily obeyed, crossing her wrists behind her back, and Hotch laced his hands into her hair again and fucked her mouth faster and deeper than before. "Look at me." Hotch demanded.
When Emily's big, watery, innocent eyes met his he came in her mouth with a series of loud groans. Hotch let go of her hair as his orgasm crashed through him. Emily continued to eagerly suck on him until he pulled away from her. Hotch's heavy breathing filled the room.
He smirked down at her, before redoing his pants and stepping away from her and making it look like he was leaving. "Thanks for that." He said with a grin. Emily's mouth fell open as she stayed on the ground.
He walked towards the door and was about to reach for the doorknob when he heard Emily protest. "Hotch, please fuck me. Make me scream."
Hotch smiled to himself. He had won and she was putty in his hands. Hotch turned to face her and ordered her to get on the bed again. He positioned himself between her legs again and was pleased that she was somehow wetter than she was before.
Hotch licked her clit lightly and watched as her body tensed. "More." She moaned. Hotch listened and gently sucked on her clit. Emily felt heat rush through her body. She ran one hand through her hair and the other massaged her boob, tweaking her nipple roughly.
Hotch pushed two fingers into her gently. "Ask me for permission to cum."
He pumped his fingers fast and deep, sucking on her clit again. Emily's hips grinded roughly against him, her desperation levels reaching an all time high. Her moans caught in the back of her throat and her eyes were welded shut. She had been on the edge of her orgasm for what felt like hours, she could almost taste it.
"Hotch, please." She begged breathlessly, as she tried to hold back her release. "I'm so close. Please let me cum."
Hotch was silent for a few seconds, before he heard Emily desperately cry above him. "Cum." He said quickly before resuming his torture.
Emily screamed her release. She was loud enough that Hotch genuinely worried that someone would hear her. Hotch decided he didn't care and looped his arm around her waist to hold her down as her body continued to grind uncontrollably.
Emily felt tears form at the corners of her eyes as her orgasm ripped through her. Her toes curled so hard that Emily had to force them to uncurl or she would get a cramp. Hotch continued to pleasure her as her orgasm subsided. Her pussy was sensitive and soon it was all too much.
"Hotch," She breathed, trying to push him away. "Stop, it's too much. Please."
Hotch moved away from her finally and wore the biggest grin. Emily had a hand on her face and a hand clutching her boob as her chest rose and fell quickly with her erratic breathing. Her eyes were closed as she tried to bring her body back to Earth.
"Begging me to make you cum and begging me to stop." Hotch beamed. Emily heard him undo his belt and pants, and felt him hover over her. He pressed his lips to hers, before Emily felt his hard dick tease her entrance.
Emily opened her eyes and stared into Hotch's dark, cloudy eyes. "Fuck me." She begged. Hotch quickly thrust into her and Emily gasped harshly.
"You're so wet." He groaned, burying his face into her neck.
Emily's hands gripped his hair and pulled his face back to hers. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and they battled for dominance. Emily felt her breath catch in her throat every time he thrusted into her. When they separated Emily undid the top half of the buttons on his dress shirt, enough to dig her short nails into his skin. She felt his hard chest under her fingers and made a note to put more effort into getting him shirtless. She held onto his strong shoulders tightly as he fucked her deep, just the way she liked it.
Emily knew she was being loud but she didn't care. Something about him steaming with jealousy turned her on to no end. The dominance and control he had over he was enough to make her legs feel like jelly and make her lose control. She wanted more.
"Get behind me." She ordered and watched as Hotch's eyes dilated more. Hotch dragged her to the edge of the bed and she got on all fours as he stood up by the bed. She pushed her ass into the air and heard Hotch groan as he pushed into her again.
"It feels so damn good every time." Emily moaned.
Hotch held her hips as he thrust into her, his eyes locked on where their bodies connected. He watched her ass bounced as he thrust into her. He ran his rough hands over the soft skin before spanking her lightly. Emily's pussy tightened in response, and a low moan fell from her lips. "Harder."
Hotch spanked her again, this time much harder and Emily yelped her approval. Hotch kept a mental note that next time she was breaking the rules he would have to bend her over his knee. He spanked her until her pale skin turned red and he could feel heat coming from her skin.
Hotch gripped her shoulders and pulled her body to his, her back flush against his chest. Hotch wrapped an arm across her chest and Emily's hands held onto his arm. Emily felt the heat of his chest against her back. The new angle hit her g spot perfectly, driving her crazy as he relentlessly fucked her. "I'm gonna cum." She panted.
"Tell me I fuck you the best." Hotch ordered in a deep husky voice that made Emily's pussy clench around him.
"Why do you want me to tell you something you already know?" Emily breathed, mirroring his answer from earlier, as she felt herself quickly approaching her orgasm.
She felt Hotch's body tense behind her. He moaned loudly and came deep inside her. He bit down on her shoulder hard, triggering Emily's release as well. Her back arched away from him as she came. "Fuck Hotch!" She gasped harshly, her breath catching in her throat.
Pleasure crashed through their bodies, rendering them speechless. Emily's body tightened around Hotch's as he held on to her tightly.
After a few seconds Hotch let go of her, causing Emily to fall forward onto the bed. She was hardly conscious enough to catch herself. Hotch moved away from her and flopped on the bed next to her on his back, while Emily laid down on her stomach.
When they caught their breath Hotch looked over at her. Emily shot him a tired grin. "I love that you're jealous."
Hotch just chuckled breathlessly. He knew there was no way he could lie at this point. He rubbed his hand over his face. "Let's not talk about it." He replied.
"Oh we will definitely be talking about it, but we can put a pin in it for now considering the amazing fuck." Emily stretched and groaned in the slight pain.
"You should probably soak in a hot bath." Hotch suggested as he got off the bed.
"Wanna join me?" Emily teased as she rolled off the bed and headed to the bathroom to run her bath. "Of course you'll have to take off that suit."
Hotch looked at his watch. "I need to be in my office in ten minutes." Hotch stated.
Emily bid him goodbye as he left her room. She soaked in the bathtub until the water got cold before finally getting out. Not like she had much to do being stuck in her room. She was bored but also tired so instead of causing trouble she sat at her window and read a murder mystery book.
Two days later Emily finally snuck out of her room. All of her snacks were gone and Emily was hopeful that her mother had calmed down. She saw the pool guys cleaning out the hot tub and she felt heat rise to her face.
She did everything she could to avoid her mother, but she almost walked right into her as Emily was looking over her shoulder.
"Hello Emily." Her mother started. Emily just nodded at her mother, not meeting her gaze. "The staff told me you actually stayed in your room." Emily nodded again. Elizabeth paused. "Thank you for listening. For once." She said before walking away.
Emily sighed. There was less than a month left until she moved away to go to Yale and as far as Emily was concerned it couldn't come fast enough.
During the next week Emily was back to her old tricks again. She only had a month left to hang out with her friends. She had successfully gotten away with sneaking out and had used fake ID's to get into a strip club.
A very sexy stripper had danced with Emily and she had made out with her best friend for free drinks from horny older men. Emily and her friends had a great time, although Emily didn't want to get wasted like the rest of them.
Once they left the club, Emily had the responsibility to take all five of them home and to make sure they were safe. When she finally she got back to her own house it was very late and she quietly opened the front door. She paused and when she heard no movement in the dark halls she slowly closed the door as gently as possible.
She tiptoed through the foyer and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Hotch watching her at the bottom of the big staircase.
"Welcome home." He said with an unreadable tone. "Where were you?"
"Does anyone else know I was gone?" Emily asked and when Hotch shook his head no, she responded. "We went to a strip club."
"Fake ID's?" He asked, and Emily nodded with a grin. She loved getting away with things.
Emily walked towards the stairs to where Hotch was standing. "Please don't tell my mother." She breathed, deciding to play the helpless, innocent role tonight. "If she finds out I was at a strip club it might actually kill her." Hotch chuckled, knowing Emily was right. He couldn't think of a less dignified place for the Ambassador's daughter to be.
"I'll think about it." Hotch said as he turned and walked up the stairs. Emily felt a rush of anticipation run through her body as she followed him.
They silently walked to Emily's room. When the door closed behind them Emily turned to face Hotch. "I'll do whatever you want." She responded, her voice husky and low.
"Oh I know you will." He paused. "How much have you had to drink tonight?"
"I only had one shot." Hotch narrowed his eyes at her, trying to gauge if she was telling the truth. "I promise. I kissed Maddie and some gross old guys bought it for us. And it was hours ago already." Emily knew that Hotch would've left if he had thought she was drunk or even tipsy.
He stepped away from her and sat on the edge of her bed. "Take off your clothes." He commanded.
Emily unzipped her dress let it fall to the floor, she stepped out of it and kicked it aside. She hooked her fingers into waistband of her thong and pushed it off her hips, kicking it aside as well. She went to take off her heels but Hotch protested.
"Keep them on." He ordered as he looked over her naked body with appreciation. "Come over."
Emily took a few steps until she was standing in front of him. He guided her on the bed, on all fours over his lap. He gently pushed down on her back, causing her back to arch into his lap and her ass to be high. Hotch's hands ghosted over her lower back, drawing circles and causing Emily to shiver.
"I won't tell your mother where you were tonight," Hotch said in a low husky voice. "But you have to behave." Hotch's hand massaged her ass lightly.
"Yes sir." Emily moaned. Hotch's hand grabbed her ass roughly in response as he groaned at her words. Emily smirked to herself.
"Fuck." Hotch cursed under his breath. Emily was going to kill him one of these days. Hotch moved his hand off her ass and spanked her hard.
Emily gasped loudly in response; her body moving forward slightly before she moved it back into position, pushing her ass into the air again. She could feel herself getting wet already. Hotch spanked her multiple times, running his hand over her ass each time to sooth the pain. Emily was practically dripping, her pussy clenched with every hit and her cries were getting more desperate.
"Do you like that?" Hotch asked with a smirk plastered across his face because he knew the answer.
"Yes sir. I'm so wet." Emily moaned.
Hotch's hand drifted from her ass to her pussy. His rough fingers ghosted across her clit as he felt how wet she was. Emily bit down on her lip to keep from crying out at the contact, she needed more. Hotch hummed his approval. Two of his fingers dipped into her easily. "So wet for me." He breathed. "Touch yourself."
One of Emily's hands immediately went to her clit and she gasped at the sudden pleasure. Hotch's fingers slowly fucked her as she rubbed quick and messy circles against her clit. Hotch's other hand reached around her and spanked her one last time, he felt her body tense and her pussy clench tightly around his fingers as she came.
Emily burrowed her face into the bed as she came. "Oh God!" She moaned into the blankets. Hotch continued to fuck her slowly as she came down from her high.
Emily lifted her head and when Hotch removed his fingers she got off his lap and sat up on her legs next to him. "I think finding out you like getting spanked was the best thing to happen all summer." Hotch chuckled. Emily laughed and ran her hands through her hair.
"I like a lot of things we haven't done yet." Emily replied, moving to get Hotch to lie down before swinging her leg over him and sitting on him. Her hands went to the buttons on his dress shirt and starting to unbutton them slowly.
"Is that so?" Hotch asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Emily nodded and bit her lip. "Please share with the class."
"Well, we haven't done much voyeurism but I'm sure you know I like that by now." Hotch just rolled his eyes, causing Emily to laugh. "I like my hands being restrained, I like being edged until I'm begging to cum. The list could go on and on but I want to tell you about my number one fantasy." Emily finished unbuttoning Hotch's shirt and pulled it from his dress pants. She ran her hands over his toned chest and felt the heat of his skin.
"Tell me your fantasy." Hotch mumbled as he shifted her down his body slightly, so that she could feel his covered dick against her pussy. Emily gasped quietly and rolled her hips against it.
"I want to fuck on my mother's desk." She replied, biting her lip to suppress a smirk. Hotch was hardly fazed at her fantasy as he saw the mischief flash in her eyes. It was the perfect way to show the world that Emily did not want anything to do with politics. He couldn't help put picture the two of them fucking in the Ambassador's office. It was undoubtedly hot but it could never happen.
"I have nothing to say to that." Hotch stated.
"Is that why you got harder?" Emily asked, lifting herself off him slightly to massage him through his pants. Hotch groaned and closed his eyes.
"Let's move on." Hotch said, meeting her eyes. When she opened her mouth to protest Hotch interrupted. "Remember do as your told tonight. Now suck my dick." He ordered.
Emily slid down to the floor in front of the bed and pulled him free from his pants. She gripped the base of his dick firmly and licked the tip. She watched as Hotch's head fell back as he moaned. She took him into her warm mouth, sucking gently as her hand stroked him rhythmically. Hotch gripped the bed sheets and Emily felt her pussy throb as he continued to moan. She gagged on his length and felt him get harder in her hand.
"You're too good at that." He moaned, meeting her gaze again. "Get up here."
Emily let his dick fall from her lips with a pop before standing and climbing over his body, and positioning herself above him. She teased her entrance with his dick, slowly grinding against it before sinking down and letting him fill her body. Their soft moans filled the room.
Hotch's hands gently touched her body, holding her boobs and waist, before resting on her hips. Every time Emily tried to speed up Hotch made her slow down. It was quickly becoming torturous as Emily her orgasm built slowly.
Emily felt every inch of him as she rode him deep. "It feels so good." Emily moaned, rolling her hips and making Hotch tense. Her hands drifted to her boobs and she watched as Hotch stared as she played with her nipples. "Please let me fuck you faster." She moaned sweetly.
"Beg me more." Hotch demanded, holding her still and making sure that she was fully seated on him.
"I want to make you cum." She breathed. "Please fuck me so fast I can't form words." She forcibly rolled her hips and grinded slightly on his dick. She gasped. "I want to scream for you sir."
Hotch moaned at her words. He was barely holding on as it was and she was far too powerful calling him sir. Hotch pulled her body down to his and wrapped his arms around her. He dug his heels into the bed and drove into her quickly. Emily gasped loudly in his ear.
"Fuck!" She cried, her nails immediately digging harshly into his shoulders. "Yes, fuck me."
Hotch knew he wouldn't last long, Emily's body perfectly molded to his and her hot breath against his neck as she cursed and moaned in his ear. Emily's cries quickly became desperate and louder.
Her orgasm came shortly after and rendered her speechless as her pussy tightened around Hotch. She bit down onto his shoulder as she came. Emily's hands ran into his hair, she pulled his face to hers and crashed her lips to his. Emily swallowed his moans as Hotch's orgasm coursed through his body. Emily waited until Hotch's body relaxed under hers before breaking the kiss and resting her forehead against his as they gasped for air.
"It's so good every time." She whispered. Hotch felt her breath against his lips and hummed his agreement. Emily rolled off him and Hotch reluctantly let go of her.
Emily got off the bed and went to the bathroom and Hotch heard her sat to run a bath. Hotch sat up and stretched, looking towards the door, where Emily was casually leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed under her chest.
"Wanna join me?" She asked, nodding her head towards the bath.
Hotch looked at his watch. "It's after midnight?" He stated.
Emily shrugged her shoulders. "And? Do you have somewhere to be?" Hotch shook his head. "Great. Let's get in a nice relaxing bath."
"Fine." Hotch agreed, a bath didn't sound half bad. "But let me check my emails and messages first.
Emily went back into the bathroom and lit a candle, poured in some bubbles, and got towels ready for them. Her bathtub, like the rest of her house, was oversized and it was perfect for two people. Once Emily turned off the water Hotch appeared in the doorway, shirt and pants still mostly on.
"You're going to have to take off your suit you know. Are you sure you don't want to reconsider?"
"Ha ha, very funny." Hotch said sarcastically. He watched as Emily got into the slightly steaming water and sighed contently. Her eyes fluttered closed.
Hotch took off his dress shirt and laid it on the counter, along with his pants and boxers. Emily opened her eyes when she heard Hotch approach the tub. She looked over his toned body. "Why do you never get naked when we fuck?" She asked, as he lowered his body into the water.
"You already know the answer." Hotch replied, he continued when she rose a questioning eyebrow. "Power."
Emily chuckled. "Yeah you might want to see a therapist about your control issues."
Hotch brushed her off with a shrug. They sat in silence for a minute, relaxing. Under the water Hotch's hand wandered to her leg, gently touching her inner thigh. Emily instinctively opened her legs wider for him. She looked over at Hotch, who was laid back with his eyes closed.
His fingers brushed against her pussy and she gasped quietly. Hotch squeezed her thigh gently before brushing against her pussy again. Emily gripped his forearm so that he couldn't move away from her again. Emily's soft moans filled the quiet room.
"Any updates on Yale?" Hotch asked casually.
Emily raised an eyebrow at him. "You wanna talk about Yale now?"
Hotch shrugged. "I figured you don't have anyone to talk about it with since your friends suck and your mother would make it about her."
Emily moaned again as Hotch's fingers lazily, and gently played with her clit. She licked her lips. "Mother's assistant, Jocelyn, found an apartment for me so I have to pack up some of my things to send there soon. That way it will be ready for me when I move in a few weeks."
Hotch slipped two fingers into her easily and slowly fucked her. Emily's eyes fluttered closed as she gasped.
"Are you excited?" Hotch paused and grinned. "About Yale, of course."
Emily rolled her eyes at him. "Who wouldn't be excited about getting out of this prison." Hotch rolled her clit and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. "You're good with your hands."
The water began to cool as he brought her over the edge again, throwing her head back and rolling her body into his hand.
Hotch kissed her forehead before getting out of the water and patting himself dry. He wrapped the towel around his waist and Emily's mouth went dry. "You're so hot. I want to drag my nails across your back as you fuck me senseless." She stated, while Hotch handed her a towel as she got out.
"You're too horny for your own good." Hotch said, focusing on fixing his hair from their earlier and wilder activities.
Emily wrapped the towel around her body. "Lucky you."
They redressed and Emily crawled into bed as she watched Hotch finish getting dressed before he left her alone again. She was going to miss getting fucked by him.