It's been 3 weeks since Daddy and I laid down the rules and I signed our contract. In that three weeks, Daddy has only been home to play with me two separate days. I miss him. I need him.
As I walk into the bullpen on this dreary Tuesday morning, I do not expect to see the team. But, they're here. Finally, Daddy's back. I walk into the bullpen as confident as I can muster and discreetly wrap my hand around his wrist. Reaching up on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear.
"Can we talk? In private?" I whisper and he nods, excusing himself from his current conversation with JJ and Spencer.
We walk silently out of the room and to the elevator. Derek presses the door close button and then flips the switch to stop the elevator from moving. He folds his tattooed arms across his broad chest and waits for me to speak.
"What do you need, baby?" He encourages me to find my voice. I slide down to my knees, finding it easier to talk to him from that position.
Finally, I gather my thoughts and begin to speak. "I miss you, Daddy. I've gotten to see you twice in the last three fucking weeks. This is not what I signed up for and I don't know how you feel, but this isn't working for me. I need to be with you more than this. I'm not trying to be clingy, but it's the truth. I need more."
He summons me closer to him with a motion of his finger, so I slide forward on my knees. He grabs my chin lightly and kisses me hard. Then, to my surprise, he picks me up and sits me on the railing in the corner of the elevator. It all happened so quickly. He picks each of my legs up and shoves them towards my chest. I grab a hold of them both so they don't fall. I quickly realize I'm in a very precarious and inappropriate position, but I couldn't really care less. I need him and I need him now.
He kisses me again, his tongue prying my lips open and shoving against my own as I hear the zipper on his jeans open. He takes hold of my legs and I wrap my arms around his neck as we make out. Then, I feel it. The head of his dick probing my wet folds. He's teasing me. I moan against the kiss desperately. He laughs and takes that as his opportunity to shove inside me in one solid push.
I pull away from the kiss and gasp. Every time he's inside me, he takes my breath away. No matter how many times I've felt it. It's still just as intense as the last. My breasts bounce as I try my hardest to get my breathing under control. But, he won't let me. He immediately starts thrusting. Hard, slow strokes. Just like I like it. Then, he's whispering in my ear.
"How about this? Daddy's gonna make it up to you. We're gonna have a little fun now. And then, we will go talk to Hotch and see if he can get the Director to renegotiate the terms of my baby's internship. Make it so you can come with us on cases and that way Daddy will always be there to have fun with you at the end of the day. How does that sound?"
I'm already so gone. I barely even register what he's said until he pushes in again rather forcefully and I feel him deeper than I've ever felt anyone in my life.
"I need an answer, sweet girl. Do you want to do that?" He thrusts hard again and I shake my head, clearing the cobwebs that have become my thoughts.
"Hmm? Umm. Yes. Yeah, whatever. Oh my god Daddy. You feel so good like this. Please don't stop yet. Fuck me so good!" I whisper, looking into his eyes finally.
He laughs at me with a smile on his face. "Alright baby. We will finish up here and then we'll go talk to him. But, for now, I'm not done with you. This pussy feels too good. Still so fuckin' tight for me. Fuck!"
He then buries his face against my neck and nibbles on the soft, unmarked flesh he finds there. His body crashing against mine with every powerful thrust of his hips. The elevator car swaying slightly with our movements. My moans and whimpers heighten in volume as he fucks me. My nails drag down his broad back and my legs start to tremble the longer he's inside me. I know not to cum, but it's getting harder to stop myself.
We stay like this for what feels like hours. Lost in our own little world. Then, he wraps me tightly in his arms and I feel him tremble. I know he's close. He doesn't verbalize it, but I know it's going to happen.
"Daddy! Daddy please let me cum with you. You make me feel so good. Let me show you, Daddy. Please let me cum too. Pretty please?" I beg him.
His response is a whisper in my ear, but to me it's like the heavens opened up and angels are singing. He's given me permission to join him in the euphoria I need. I can't help the grateful whine that escapes my throat.
"Go ahead, beautiful. Daddy's right behind you. Cum with me." My body responds instantly and I wouldn't be able to stop this orgasm even if I wanted to after that.
We start trembling in each other's arms and our voices meld together as we push each other over the edge and our releases mix together inside me. I would definitely be pregnant if I weren't on birth control right now.
"Fuck Daddy. That was beautiful. Thank you for sharing that with me. I've never felt so good." I whisper to him as I lightly stroke his back, waiting patiently for him to come back down.
It takes a few minutes, but he finally gathers himself and his now limp cock slides out of me. He puts himself back in his underwear and gets himself together, stepping away from me so I can get down from the railing and collect myself. I walk up to him, placing my hands on his pecs and kissing his lips softly.
"I'm gonna go clean up, and then we can talk to Hotch. Okay?"
He nods silently and I flip the switch to get the elevator working again and press the button to let myself out. I walk swiftly to the restroom and slide into a stall, needing to first use the restroom. Then, I exit the stall. I wash my hands and grab some paper towel, wetting it and wiping our mixed juices off of the insides of my legs and away from my now sensitive center. Smiling to myself as I'm flooded with the thoughts of what just happened.
As I exit the bathroom, he's standing there waiting for me. He smiles as I walk closer and I feel his hand on my lower back as we walk back into the bullpen together. Avoiding all the eyes on us, we walk across the room and up the stairs straight to Aaron's office.
Derek knocks on the door as we approach and Aaron's voice sounds from inside.
"Come in!" He says. Derek opens the door and peeks his head in.
"Hey Hotch. You busy?" Aaron closes the folder on his desk, sensing the severity of Derek's question.
"Never too busy for my team. You know that. What's going on?" Aaron replies as Derek and I enter the office.
I stand silently next to Derek and before he speaks, he looks at me with a glare that means I'm doing something wrong. I immediately know what it is and I get to my knees on the floor as quickly as I can.
"Well, actually. There is something. You see, over the last month or so, Skye and I have been engaging in some things. She's my submissive and I'm her Pleasure Dom. There's a contract and everything. Here's the hiccup. With the influx of cases we've had, I have been unable to fulfill my end of the contract as I'm not physically here enough to satisfy her. So, we're here to ask you to go to the Director and see if you can renegotiate her internship. There's gotta be something she can do for us on cases so that way she's always with me and I can actually do right by her. This is hurting both of us to be so far apart from each other so often. It's just not working." Derek finally takes a breath and I see the contemplation cross Aaron's face.
"Would she be willing to be trained in media? JJ could train her to liaison for us." Derek looks at me, questioning. And then he realizes why I'm not speaking.
"You have permission to speak, baby. How do you feel about being the media liaison? It'll be our best shot at you coming with me on every case."
With no hesitation, I agree. "Yes. I'll do it. I'll do whatever it takes to be with you."
Aaron stands from his desk. "Alright, I will go to the Director and see what I can do. On one condition." And he smirks. Uh oh. We're in trouble.
Derek doesn't back down though. "What's the condition?" He asks.
"Once a month you loan her out. To me, to Dave. Hell, even Spencer if he chooses. Just once a month."
"Can I be present when she's with you guys?" Derek retorts.
"Absolutely. Her safety and comfort will always be top priority."
I watch as these two men negotiate. It's kinda sexy. Suddenly, Derek approaches Aaron with a smile.
"It's a deal. Just let me know when you want her." And with that, they shake hands.
What did I get myself into?