Penelopes POV
Derek and i have been dating for about five months now. A month back, he asked if i would move in with him. I gladly excepted.
We moved all of my furniture into storage and I packed pretty much all of my belongings into boxes and stored them into the attic.
The team had just gotten back from their latest case and Hotch gave us a week off.
It was our first full day off and Derek decided to go work on a house he was trying to renovate for a few hours while I decided to do some housework.
I got almost every room in the house straightened up when i walked up into the attic. I looked at all the neatly placed boxes and what they were labeled as, when i came across one labled, 'Black Queen.'
I frowned and grabbed the boxed. I carried it downstairs and into the living room and sat it on the coffee table. I opened it and began to look through all of the stuff.
It took me a minute to realize what all of this stuff was, it was all from my Black Queen days or my 'gothic' days.
I began to pull out everything, one by one.
I laid the tight fitting corsets in a pile, and then began to look through the photographs of me as the Black Queen.
"Goddamn, you look sexy." I heard a deep voice behind me say. I turned to see Derek.
"Now, or in this picture." I said with my eyebrows raised.
"Both." He said smiling as he came and sat next to me on the couch.
I set the photographs aside and began to rummage through the box some more, pulling out some fishnet stockings and push-up bras.
"Have you ever thought about roleplaying?" Derek asked out of the blue.
"Like, in a chatroom?" I said in a questioning tone.
"No, like in the bedroom." He replied.
"Oh, I have. I just didnt know you were into that." I told him.
"Would you ever want to try that?" He asked.
"Yeah, of course. What do you have in mind?" I asked.
"Well, I was thinking something along the lines of... maybe... you dressing up as the Black Queen, which means putting all of these things on, and letting me interrogate you and i dont know, having my way with you." Derek reponded.
"That sounds hot." I told him.
"So your into the idea?"
"Absolutely. Ill go change?" I told him, throwing the things back into the box and carrying it in the other room.
I started to undress. I slipped my push-up bra on making my D cups stick out fruther. I slipped on my short dress and fishnets and my black leather heels and did my make up. It had taken about 10 to 15 minutes before I walked out and seen Derek had it all set up.
He had a folding table and chairs sat in the middle of the living room. The lights were dimmed except for a single light, sitting on the fold out table.
He patted the chair for me to come sit down and then cuffed me to the table.
"Ms. Garcia, do you know why I had to bring you in?" Derek said rubbing my shoulders and playing his part.
"Hmmmm... Nope. Not a clue." I responded being a little snarky.
"Really? So, you know nothing about hacking into any FBI databases."
"Nope. Not a damn clue."
"Then it must've been your so called boyfriend, Shane Wyeth." I heard him say. My eyes widened.
"How did that piece of shit bag a sexy ass woman like yourself?" Derek asked.
"I guess he was just lucky." I mumbled, rolling my eyes.
"I sense a bit of an attitude coming from you." He said leaning over the table. I rolled my eyes again.
"Hmmmm... It's probably all of that white boy dick that he was giving you that made you so uptite." Derek whispered. I gasped.
"How big is he anyway, four inches?"
"Six." I replied.
"Wow, a whole six inches." He exclaimed.
"Let me ask you this baby girl, Have you ever had a big black cock inside of you?" He asked with a whisper.
"Nope, not one of those." I said shaking my head.
"Oh baby, you're missing out big time."
"Am I... Eyebrows?"
Derek stifled a laugh about the name i called him.
"Yes. How could a small white dick like that even satisfy you?"
"You need a long black dick up in your guts maybe that'll help with you being so uptite." Derek whispered in my ear.
"I like you being handcuffed, do you know why?" He asked.
"Why?"
"Because there isn't a goddamn thing you can do about this." He said as he reached down and grabbed two handfuls of my breasts.
"Agent Morgan, who gave you permission to touch me?" I asked in digust.
"Hmmm, nobody."
"then why the fuck are you touching me?" I asked.
"Wow. you've got such a filthy mouth baby girl. Maybe i should give you something to fill it." He said grabbing my hair.
"Or maybe not." I said pulling away.
"Hmm, playing hard to get. I like the chase baby girl."
"Just the thought of chasing you is making my dick hard." He whispered in my ear.
"You want my long black cock inside of you?" He asked rubbing my shoulders.
"I don't think its as long as you say it is." I said giving an evil grin.
"Oh baby girl. It is." He assured me.
"I dont know. I've seen the truck you drive Agent Morgan. Its very big. But usually that means your compensating for something."I told him with an evil giggle.
"I guess ill just have to show you." He said grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me out of my chair.
My hands were still cuffed to the table as he bent me over and lifted my skirt.
"Look at this nice round ass." He said rubbing it and then bringing his right hand down on my right ass cheek.
"I bet you're already dripping wet." He said sliding my panties down my legs. He took them im his hands and shoved them into my mouth, gagging me.
His left hand went to my hair and yanked my head back as his fingers on his right hand found my slit.
"Fuck, you are wet." He said as he found my hole and eased a finger in.
"Oh boy, its gonna be tough fitting an 11 inch pole in there." He said entering in another finger.
"El-eleven inches?" I mumbled through the panties.
"Why, Ms. Garcia, are you getting nervous?" He asked.
I didn't answer.
"Cat got your tongue? You were so confident earlier, what happened?" He asked.
"Fuck you." I gritted out.
"Oh, here we go again with that filthy mouth of yours, Ms. Garcia. I think I may have a solution for that problem." He said standing me up and pushing me onto my knees.
He unbuckled his belt and kicked off his pants and boxers.
I gasped and my eyes widened.
"Impressed?"
I looked up at him and slowly nodded my head
"Thats the biggest thing ive ever seen." I whispered.
"Open up." he demanded.
I opened my mouth and as soon as he stuck in the tip, i gagged.
"Take it slow baby girl. One inch at a time." He said lacing his fingers in my hair.
I did as he said and began to deepthroat him. Drool and spit began to run out of my mouth and down my chin.
He moved his hands down to my breast and release them from my corset.
"Look at those big juicy tits." He said slapping them.
The drool and spit ran down my chin and then my neck and to my breasts, Derek rubbed it around my nipple.
"Thats it. Keep sucking that cock baby girl." He moaned.
I opened my mouth wider and he grabbed my head and began to throat fuck me.
I released him from my mouth and he stood me up and back to the position i was in before, bent over the table with my hands still handcuffed.
"You ready?" He asked.
"Yes Agent Morgan." I replied as he lined himself up and eased in, I gasped.
He thrusted a little, shoving inch after inch in.
"Ohhh fuck! Youre stretching me out!" I shouted.
It took about ten more minutes for him to get nine inches in and then he began to thrust faster
"Oh fuck! Im gonna cum!" I yelled.
"Yes baby. Cum on this motherfucking dick." He yelled as he lifted up my left leg and rested it on the table.
I clenched my pussy as i began to cum.
"oh fuck. oh fuck. oh fuck. im gonna cuuuummmmm!" I moaned.
I could feel Derek pulsing inside of me and his cock twitch before he released his hot sticky load into my newly stretched out pussy.
"Oh fuck. shit, im cummming." He grunted out.
He pulled out and undid the handcuffs as i collapsed to the floor.
"Are you ok baby?" He asked.
"Yes. That was so fucking good." I said, panting.
"Im glad you enjoyed it." He responded smiling as he laid on the floor with me.
A/N: I Apologize for any typos.
REQUEST STILL OPEN.
I hope it was up to your standards, i worked hard on it.
Thank you!