One thing everyone knew about Lisbon was that she was stubborn.
Jane knew that more than anyone. It took a lot of effort to even get her to digest more than one meal a day. She insisted she could survive off of coffee alone, but he believed otherwise.
So, because of her stubbornness, he was in the middle of confronting an angry Lisbon who seemed to have no idea how bratty she'd been the entire day.
He laid patiently on the comfortable couch in her office, gazing at her with a slight eyebrow raise. She was huffing and pouting as she thumbed through case files. In his eyes, she was practically begging to be put in her place.
"Fuck off, Jane," she grumbled, keeping her eyes locked on her desk. "I didn't do anything wrong. I'm their boss; they obey my orders."
"You were being rude, Lisbon," he tutted. "There was no need to be a brat."
She shot him a green-eyed glare. "I wasn't being a brat."
"You were, and you still are." He flicked off a piece of imaginary lint from his impeccable suit. "I suggest you quit it before I bend you over my knee right here and turn your pretty little ass red."
She stifled a gasp at his words, her entire body flushing with warmth. It was no secret to her that Jane enjoyed being the dominant one in their relationship— hell, she'd even known that before they got together. He never listened to her and preferred doing things his way. So when it came to sex, it was no surprise that he liked to take the reigns.
But this was new to her. Sure, they were a kinky couple in the bedroom and did some not-so-vanilla things, but they'd never discussed BDSM. She figured it would be something he'd like to try, but he never brought it up...until now.
But then again, Patrick Jane didn't seem like the type to force her over his knee and spank her like a child, so she shouldn't be afraid.
"You wouldn't do that," she said briskly, lifting her chin in an act of defiance. "You're too...you."
He sat up now, staring at her with those mischievous eyes of his. He knew how to turn her into putty with just a look, and this was proof of that.
"You don't think I'd spank you?"
She felt small under his gaze. Which made her feel like an idiot, because she was his boss. She was his superior. He wasn't supposed to have this much control over her, yet he did, and there wasn't a single thing she could do about it.
Not that she even wanted to.
"No," she replied, but her voice was hesitant and weak.
He quirked an eyebrow again, a smile gracing his lips. His blinding smile shot rays of heat up her spine. This man was gorgeous in a way that couldn't be explained. With his golden curls, sea-green eyes, and sun-kissed body, he looked like a God. And he was here to answer her every prayer.
"You don't look so sure about that, my dear." His voice was teasing.
"You're not gonna spank me, don't be ridiculous," she said, feeling more confident now. "I'm not a child."
"You're acting like one. And you know how I feel about brats."
She felt the urge to stick her tongue out at him but knew that would disregard her argument about not being a child. "Yeah? And what are you going to do about it?"
Before she could even blink he was on her, hands gripping the armrests of her office chair as his breath ghosted across her lips. His scent of chamomile tea was intoxicating. She could get drunk off his scent alone.
"Keep acting like a brat," he murmured, nipping at her jaw while she shivered at the close contact of their bodies. "See where it gets you. I can assure you, you won't like the outcome."
She didn't have enough air in her lungs to speak. He trailed his soft lips down her neck and nibbled sharply, just hard enough to draw a gasp out of her.
"Now, you're going to be a good girl and apologize to the team," he said into her neck. "Right?"
She huffed, pulling herself out of the cloud of lust and desire. "No. If they're butthurt about what I said earlier, that's on them. It's not my fault."
He sighed, the feeling of his warm breath hitting her skin making her shudder. "You're such a little brat. Am I going to have to fuck the brat out of you? Will that work?"
"I'm not a brat," she miffed, whining slightly.
"Oh, you are," he chuckled. "An aggravating little brat. Someone needs to teach you how to behave. Maybe I should not allow you to come for a month as punishment. Or maybe I'll make you wear those cute little vibrating panties I got you recently and not let you take them off until you're a begging, sobbing mess."
She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, her underwear already wet with arousal. He smiled at her knowingly.
"Or maybe... I'll tie you up, blindfold, and gag you," he suggested, nuzzling his nose against her soft cheek. "That way you won't be able to do anything but take what I give you. You'll be completely at my mercy. My perfect little slut."
"Jane," she whined, crossing one leg over the other to try and squash her need for him. Her core was pulsing and dripping, begging for him to please her with fingers, tongue, anything.
"Look at you, already whining and wet for me." He pecked her cheek before straightening, smoothing his suit with his palms. "Adorable. Now, I'm going to go see if the team needs me for anything, and you're gonna stay here and sort through your files. Understand?"
Knowing better than to argue, she nodded.
"Good girl." He casted her a wink before strolling out of her office, leaving her alone with the almost-painful arousal strumming through her veins. She should've known he was going to leave her high and dry for the rest of the day. His punishments were always wicked.
She used her alone time to try and focus on the files in front of her, but she was too distracted by the thought of Jane and the wetness staining her panties. Biting her lip, she trailed her hand up her thigh and to her navel, tempted to slip beneath the band of her jeans until the buzzing of her phone stopped her.
Confused, she picked up her phone and checked the new text she'd just received.
Patrick: Oh, and don't touch yourself. I'll be able to tell. Love you xx
Groaning in frustration, she set her phone down and dropped her head onto her desk. He was for sure going to be the death of her.
XxX
Five hours later and the CBI building cleared out besides her and Jane, Lisbon reached for her jacket to slide on when a large hand permitted her from doing so.
"Jane?" She furrowed her brows as he hung the jacket back on its hook.
His stern expression didn't change as he sat down on her couch, leaning back and crossing one ankle over the other. "Strip."
That one word, or rather order, had her frozen in place. "What?" She spluttered.
"You heard me," he said evenly. "Strip."
"We're at work," she said dubiously, making no move to take off her clothes.
His eyes flashed with annoyance. "Everyone has gone home. Stop stalling and do as I said."
His authoritative tone caused goosebumps to prickle along her skin. He'd already slipped into his dominant role. He must've been serious earlier when he implied that a punishment was necessary for her bratty attitude.
He was always serious though when it came to punishing her, so there was no point in acting surprised.
She held his gaze for a moment before giving in and untucking her shirt from her jeans, pulling it over her head and tossing it carelessly to the side. She unzipped her jeans and shimmied them down her legs, feeling his eyes watching her every move.
Once she was standing in only her black bra and matching underwear, she looked at him.
He nodded. "The rest."
She unhooked her bra and slipped it down her arms, exposing her pale, small breasts to his view. She wasn't exactly insecure of her body, but she wasn't exactly confident, either. She thought she was pretty in a basic way. She wasn't eye-catching. She was plain in every sense of the word. Dark hair, green eyes, small nose and lips and breasts. In her eyes, she wasn't anything special.
But Jane thought differently.
She heard him have a sharp intake of breath, his eyes trained on her breasts and the way her nipples pebbled from the cool air of her office. She blushed like a virgin although they'd had sex many times before and slowly slid her underwear down her legs.
She was freshly shaven, not a patch of dark hair to be seen, although he didn't mind whether she was smooth or not. He enjoyed her either way.
"Good," he praised with a dip of his head. "Beautiful. Now, come over here and bend over my knee."
Her eyes widened.
Finally, a smirk touched his lips. "You thought I was bluffing? Oh, my naive little Teresa. You should know better than to underestimate me."
She guffawed. "So you're gonna spank me?"
"Correct," he smiled. "Come here."
She stayed put, her heart hammering inside her chest.
He sighed. "Don't make me come and get you."
"Jane..."
"Now, Teresa. Don't make me tell you again."
She bit her lip so hard she drew blood. She knew she didn't have a choice. Well, she did— she could use her safe word and he'd immediately stop with the punishment, but she liked pleasing him. She liked being a good girl for him. She adored his praises and gentle kisses and warm cuddles whenever she went through one of his punishments. A few spankings shouldn't put her on edge.
So, she let her legs drive her forward until she was standing directly in front of him.
He smiled warmly up at her. "Good girl. Bend over my knee."
Drawing in a slow breath, she draped herself over his knee, her bare ass at his mercy.
"I don't want to spank you," he started softly, stroking her ass with a hand. "I don't enjoy causing you pain or discomfort, but you need to know that actions have consequences. You don't get to get away with being a brat. You need to learn your lesson, do you understand?"
She nodded, and just that action alone earned her a harsh smack to her bottom.
A surprised yelp was torn from her lips. He immediately soothed the slap right after with a comforting stroke. "Use your words, Teresa."
Her ass was already stinging. She didn't know how she was going to get through this punishment without using her safe word. "Yes, I understand."
Another smack and she hissed through her teeth. "Do you know why you're being spanked right now?"
"Because I've been a—a brat," she choked out.
She didn't enjoy being in pain, not at all. But despite the stinging of her ass, she felt herself grow wet between her legs.
"Mhm." Another smack, another yelp. "You've been a brat all day. Do you think you're deserving of this punishment?"
"Yes," she managed to hiss out. If she were to disagree with him it would only make her punishment longer, and she wasn't sure she could handle that.
"Good girl." He soothed every smack with his hand, and she relaxed onto him more. It hurt like hell, but it also felt good.
Pain and pleasure in one. She realized she might be into this more than she'd previously thought.
Jane seemed to realize that too, because his fingers snuck between her thighs to test her arousal. Sure enough, her juices coated his fingers.
"Fuck, Teresa," his voice had dropped an entire octave, now sounding thick and guttural. The sound made her shiver with excitement. "I spanked you and it made you wet? Are you a masochist, love?"
"No," she huffed out, then admitted shyly, "I don't know. Jesus, Jane, just fuck me already."
"Apparently my punishment isn't going the way I thought it would," he hummed. "I shouldn't be surprised. I should've known my Lisbon was into pain."
"I don't enjoy pain," she informed him, growing more frustrated with the way he refused to touch her there. "Who actually enjoys pain?"
"Plenty of people," he shrugged. "And you might not enjoy pain, but with the way your cunt is dripping right now, I'd say you're into this."
Fuck, why did it have to be so hot when he cursed?
She wiggled on his lap, the sight of her bare ass distracting him. "If you're not gonna do anything about it, can I get up now and finish myself off?"
He chuckled softly, his long, skilled fingers inching closer to where she needed them most. A tiny gasp slipped past her lips when he found her clit, beginning to rub the bud softly, heightening her arousal.
"I shouldn't be rewarding you right now," he murmured, rubbing harder as she moaned. "You've been nothing but naughty all day, yet here I am, giving you exactly what you want because you know I can't fucking resist you."
She whimpered in response, grinding against his hand for more friction.
"And you like that, don't you?" He slipped a finger inside of her, making her gasp in surprise. "You like knowing that you have a hold on me, even when I'm dominating you."
"Fuck, yes."
"You love my fingers inside of you," he continued, adding a second finger. "And my tongue. But you especially love my cock, don't you? Because you're a little slut who needs it. Can't go more than a day without my cock filling you up."
"Jane," she could barely get the words out. She was so close. "Fuck, Jane, oh my god."
Without warning her, he retracted his fingers and made her stand up. He shed off his own clothes as quick as possible and pulled her down onto him once he was naked himself, his pulsing cock easily slipping into her without resistance.
"Oh," her head lolled back, the feeling of having him inside of her overwhelming. "Oh, god, fuck me."
"Move your hips for me," he ordered, thrusting up into her. She obeys and he hisses through his teeth. "Good girl. Fuck, that feels so good."
She slowly rides him, spelling out her name with each movement her hips make. Once she reaches O, her stomach tightens and her orgasm takes over.
He's right behind her, attaching his mouth to one of her breasts so he doesn't make too much noise. Everyone has left for the night, but he'd still rather not curse so loud that it shakes the entire building.
They stay there, still and out of breath, sweat glistening on their skin. He gives her nipple one sweet lick before pulling away, his lips searching for hers.
"God," she slumps against him after, her head falling onto his hard chest. "That was good."
A small laugh escapes him. "I have to agree. But I hope you know this doesn't mean you're no longer in trouble."
She rolls her eyes, something he's warned her not to do multiple times, but he'll let it slide just this once.
"I know. I'll apologize to the team tomorrow."
His lips brushed her hair. "Good. I love you."
She smiles into his chest and cuddles into him more. They'll leave the building eventually, but for now she just wants to be in his arms.
"I love you too, Jane."